“Stop the carriage! Georgiana!”  Darcy leaped from the carriage before the driver fully braked. The horses whinnied in protest, and the driver cursed as he attempted to keep them in place. But Darcy paid no mind to what his servants were doing, as he sprinted up the stairs of the Ramsgate home where his sister ...

Wickham stood at the back door and watched Georgiana read in the garden. She sat on a stone bench with a small book in her hand. Errant curls fluttered in her face and every minute or so, she would push them back into place, only for the wind to disrupt her handiwork. In a moment ...

Fitzwilliam Darcy sat at his desk as he sorted through his daily correspondence. It was harvest season, a busy time of the year for Pemberley, and Darcy found he had little time for anything but estate business. He’d received multiple invitations from friends and family to visit their homes, but nothing could pull him away ...

Grief was as new to Lacey as having seasons. Autumn approached faster than she anticipated it would. She wasn’t prepared for change of any kind. The passing of her older sister, Maisie, had rocked her to the core. Maisie’s death was not the plan. The two women planned to grow old together. They would conquer ...

The subsequent days passed without incident. Georgiana prepared for the assembly under Mrs. Younge’s watchful supervision. She took a keen interest in her ward’s hair and dress for the event. The evening of the town’s gathering, Georgiana sat in a pale blue gown in front of her dressing room table. A maid was pinning her ...

Georgiana wasn’t sure what to think when George Wickham called on her for the first time. They had met at the local park and had taken a brief stroll together, but she never expected their acquaintance to go beyond that chance reunion. It surprised her when Mr. Wickham asked for the directions to her rented ...

 Content warning: This story contains Restricted (R) content, including intense violence, physical abuse, and trauma. This story is written for an adult audience. Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction, as none of the content is my original work. The characters are created by Stephen King and J.R.R Tolkien. The content belongs to MGM and ...

Wickham adjusted his hold on his walking stick, as his nervousness became more apparent with each minute that passed. Seagulls littered the grass close to him and pecked in search of the morsels left by park visitors. One waddled next to Wickham and defecated. Lord, I hate birds. Where is that woman? As if he ...

Content warning: This story contains Restricted (R) content, including intense violence, physical abuse, and trauma. This story is written for an adult audience. Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction, as none of the content is my original work. The characters are created by Stephen King and J.R.R Tolkien. The content belongs to MGM and ...

George Wickham didn’t come to Ramsgate with the intention of seducing Georgiana Darcy. Fate, however, had other plans, and when the Darcy carriage rolled past him on the street, he followed it all the way to their lodgings like a tom cat returning home to be fed. The following day, he went to scout the ...