EnglandxReader::Your Mr. Darcy

Your Mr. Darcy
England x Reader


Books: portals to another dimension, creators of a new meaning in life; crisp paper upon crisp paper, each piece is filled with adventurous tales, succulent romances, quizzical mysteries, bone chilling thrillers, astral Sci-Fi's and much, much more.  As soon as the first page is opened, the imagination is endless.  You are sent to a far off land, losing yourself in the depths of a new beginning, that beginning leading to a well-endowed plot which leads one of two paths: Success or Tragedy.  

Our story begins here with an average height British man by the name of Arthur Kirkland and a young lady sitting underneath an oak tree in the mid fall.  Her eyes glued to a book of sorts that most would simply ignore, but Arthur Kirkland on the other hand, took much notice not only to the book, but her alluring stature.  Her soft hair fell perfectly around her face, her eyes sparkling under luscious lashes, the way she could wear a sweater and scarf, a pair of denim jeans and ballet flats yet still look absolutely perfect?  

It was beyond the British man, but what he had also noticed was during his evening walks, he always found that specific girl under the same oak tree every day reading a new book every so often.  But today it was Pride and Prejudice.  Although Arthur would never admit it, he has read that exact book and has taken quite a fancy to it also.  Jane Austin definitely had a way with words.  

So she's in the mood for a romance, eh?  

In psychological terms, if a woman is reading a romance novel, she must desire some sort of romantic involvement in some way.  Maybe this was a calling for the Brit; his cheeks dusted in pink as he saw her chuckle to herself and turn the page; her fingers glide smoothly across the next page, savoring the comfort the book blankets you in.  It was so enticing, watching her sigh in content as her gleaming eyes scanned each word.  

"One day." The Brit mumbled, "One day, I will be your Mr. Darcy."  Despite the first half of Jane Austin's most famous piece of literature, Arthur desired to love her unconditionally, he wanted run his fingers through her hair, brushing it behind her ear and leaning in slowly to press his chapped lips against hers, to relish the warmth and ecstasy he would receive each second and a hankering to nibble her supple, bottom lip…  

That was what he desired though, not all desires become a reality though.  Although, sometimes it doesn't hurt to defy all odds and give it a shot, maybe just maybe if the Brit sought out the confidence to approach such a woman, he could strike a conversation?   Without another thought, Arthur set foot on the dry grass, giving off a faint crunch each step he made.  The girl, still deeply engrossed in her book, took no notice to the silhouette of a man standing behind her.  

"So, you're into Jane Austin, love?" a calm voice emitted from the crisp air, startling the girl slightly as she turned around, placing a small finger on the spot where she left off.  

"Excuse me?" she returned.  Noticing an average height man with shaggy blonde hair and a long, black trench coat on, accompanied with a plain, red scarf.  His deep emerald eyes seemed to stand out the most to her, they hid so much meaning within them, so much mystery…  He had a blank expression plastered across his pale face, his thick eyebrows indicating no sign of expressive emotions to convey such a moment as this.  

"I was just wondering if you were fascinated by Jane Austin.  I know I may not look like the type of man to evoke such a question, but seeing as you are reading, 'Pride and Prejudice' I thought I might ask." There was a tint of pink upon his pale cheeks now as he fiddled with a button on his coat.  The girl smiled softly at the man's boldness and replied, "Well, I am, British literature is very fascinating for me.  Have you read this book?"

"W-well," Arthur's face reddened and he averted all eye contact from her as he continued stubbornly, "I have…  It was a rather nice book too."

There was a short compressed giggle the girl stifled before she sat up, only reaching the Brit's shoulders, a bright smile spread across her flawless face as she extended her palm towards him and said, "Well, the name's (Name).  If you'd like, maybe when I finish we could discuss this furthermore?  I'm always here."

There was a brief pause shared between the two bystanders at the local park; never met before, never uttered a word to each other, just two lone people in the midst of Fall.  Arthur cracked a small smile as he grasped the soft, warm hand and shook it saying, "Arthur Kirkland.  That sounds perfect, love."

Thus our story must stop here, leaving you to decide your fate.  There are a multitude of possibilities, so let your imagination run wild, for who am I to decide your future?