Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you, Prideful Fairies.
A classic novel by Jane Austen (Pride and Prejudice) meets Fairy Tail. Lucy Justine is one of 5 girls who live in the Regency Era and captures the eye of one Laxus Dreyar; snooty, hot, and single. The Holy Trinity of hot Regency Men. Do they end up falling in love, or does it get to the point that they can't stand each other? Has some of my own twists and turns to make it different and unique from the real Pride and Prejudice.
"Mr. Justine, oh have you heard the news! A Mr. Fernandez has decided to move to Magnolia! Oh, I hope he decides to court and marry one of own! Have you called on him yet?" Mrs. Justine calls, face bright with hope.
"Mrs. Justine, he hasn't even been in a fortnight. Leave him be, he must have a need to rest after such a long journey." Mr. Justine cries warily, his wife's shrill calling grating on his nerves.
"And how would you know this Mr. Justine if you haven't even called on him as of late?" Mrs. Justine asks, her face one of confusion.
"I might have gone over unannounced to 'welcome him to the neighborhood.'" Mr. Justine replies sheepishly, a small smile adorning his face.
As my mother frets about, let me introduce myself. My name is Lucy Justine, the second oldest of 5 sisters. Erza is the oldest; I'm the second, then Cana, Levy, and Wendy. Our mother is Mirajane Justine, and my father is Freed Justine. We all live in a modest home called Fairy Hills on the outskirts of Magnolia. We aren't poor per say, but we aren't rich either. We are simple folk who wish to marry into a wealthy family, if they would turn to look upon us. If they were to glance our way, they would surely look at my eldest sister, Erza, who is by far the prettiest. With her shocking red hair and brown eyes, it's no wonder she would attract the most attention. She outshines us all. I'm just an average girl with brown eyes that are too big for my face and a thin smile. Cana has brown wavy hair that can't be tamed, who has an affiliation of drinking anything she gets her hands upon. She says she can't quench her "thirst", whatever that means…Levy loves her books, she can't get enough of them! She has blue hair, also untamable. Last but not least is my sweet little sister Wendy. She has blue hair like Levy, making them the only ones who look even remotely like sisters. Since none of us look alike there are rumors that mom slept around when she was younger, but she tells us that there are a lot of recessive genes in her and dad.
"I hope he doesn't go over the Lucas'. Mrs. Lucas has nice enough girls like Michelle, but she is no match for our Miss Erza!" Mother exclaims, fretting over Erza's hair.
"Mother, you have no need to worry so. Erza will confidently capture his heart and will surely make him swoon!" I giggle out, catching Erza's eye. We both know it; we are becoming burdens on our family. Erza was three and twenty (23), I was one and twenty (21), and Cana was eighteen; we have yet to be married. We must be married soon, before we are old spinsters with no means of income.
"Lucy is right, I will surely conquer and claim him with my sheer cuteness!" Erza exclaimed, standing on the chair for the world to see. Her eyes travel above our heads, as if she is looking down on royal subjects. Erza isn't condescending in the slightest; its just that if she bent over we would see down the front of her dress!
"Erza you get down this instance! You never know who could walk through that door!" Mother exclaimed trying to pull her down and off the chair.
"Mother all you care about is marrying us off. Why don't you relax for a night?" Cana asks water in hand.
"How can I relax when there is work to be done? Erza must have the best clothes; they must be fitting for the queen herself!" Mother replies, eyeing our clothes as if she is willing the nonexistent stains to go away.
"Mother, I don't need the best clothes. I don't want the best clothes. If this Mr. Fernandez doesn't like me for whom I am, then it's his loss." Erza spoke calmly. Her eyes betrayed little emotion, but I could tell that she hoped that what she said is true.
"How can you say that?! You will do as you are told, and I won't hear one word of protest." Exclaims Mother, her hand coming to rest on her heart as if she has just been hurt.
"Mrs. Justine, I almost forgot something." Father interjects, having not spoken in a while.
Turning to Father, Mother spits out, "Well spit it out you great oaf, before I force it out of you!"
"I believe he is bringing a friend with him…a Mr. Dreyar? They also plan on attending the next ball, which I believe is next weekend." Father smirks, knowing he has overloaded mother, giving her a great amount of scheming. Her eyes turn to me with a weird glint, and I knew I was going to be her next target.
"Oh Lucy dear."
"Father!"
*~*Laxus' POV*~*
"I don't see why I have to come with you to this small town in the middle of nowhere Jellal." I grunt, not enjoying this carriage in the slightest. My motion sickness is getting worse by the day!
"Your grandfather said you had to have a wife before the end of the year if you don't want to marry that wench Minerva Whatever." Jellal said, shooting a glance at me. "Besides, you can always find a diamond or two out in the countryside. Sometimes they are better than the ladies back home."
"Watch what you say Jellal." seethed Meredy Hurst, sitting next to her husband Mr. Hurst. Ultear Fernandez was seated on the right side of Jellal, I on his left. Both were shooting daggers at him, and I felt sorry for the poor chap. Didn't he know "No fury hath like a woman's scorn"?
"Jellal, you're going to end up digging your own grave. How about you stop talking and let us rest in peace?" I reply, my face turning a nice shade of green.
"Do you feel like you are going to die old chap? That would not fair well for Miss Minerva Orlando," Mr. Hurst said, winking. I just grunt and try to fall asleep.
I have an arranged marriage with Miss Orlando, and she could not be what most considers a proper lady. She is cruel and ruthless. She even whispered in my ear all these horrid things she would do to me in the bedroom! What kind of woman speaks like that! I told my grandfather about the whispered promises, and he said he would deal with it. My grandfather's solution was if I was able to find love within the year then I wouldn't have to marry that person people call a woman. Her father was adamant that we get married as soon as possible, but my grandfather stood his ground, believing in true love. That's what he had with grandma before she fell and passed. He still cries once in a while, even though he doesn't know I know.
He was the one who has been a father figure for me ever since my ghastly father abandoned me and my sister Evergreen for a life of prostitutes and pills. We are the only ones who know of this situation; if this got out, my family would be ruined. It is a heavy burden, but not unbearable.
"We are almost there. Don't get sick now Laxus!" I'm jolted from my relaxation by the excited voice of Jellal. He has always had more energy than he can handle. I just hope that if he finds someone that they can be balanced. I guess grandfather's romanticism has rubbed off on me. "Oh, and for us to meet some of the ladies, we are going to the next available ball! I believe it is next weekend." Jellal continues, eyes gleaming. Ultear steals a glance at me while Meredy confirms her brother's exclamation, and I know what she is thinking. I know that she admires me, but that is all it is. Admiration. She doesn't want me to meet someone new and possibly fall in love with her when she is right there.
"Jellal, why do you always do these stunts without talking to me first? You know how much I abhor balls. All the touching and unnecessary chatter. I shudder to just think of these things."
"Laxus, this is the only way you will meet a respectable woman from this countryside – by going to this ball. So be a man!" Jellal whoops, laughing and having a jolly time even though we had been on this wretched carriage for a good five hours.
Growing tired of this conversation I turn to look out to the scenery and am blown away. Untouched fields as far as the eye can see were behind trees that lined this path, oaks by the looks of it. The sky was a clear blue and the sun was peeping through the trees. I turn my head to the right, and sure enough, our new home was looming overhead. Crime Sorciere. I'm not sure how they picked their name, but I can't really say anything. My house's name was Fairy Tail.
Our driver brings the horses around and I can't help but be impressed with the architecture. Gargoyles are found on every corner of the highest point, eyes slanted and mouth's open. Gray stone makes up the outside of the house with big brass doors and windows lining up in parallel rows along the front. Two spires are on the roof, each one in the northwest and northeast corners of the building since it was facing north. All in all a magnificent building.
"Stop gawking and start walking Dreyar! Your holding us up old chap!" There goes Mr. Hurst with the "old chap" business again. I wonder when he will ever break that habit…
"If you're going to stand there, the least you could be is helpful." Ultear said, walking in with a parasol in her hand. "Besides, isn't that a man's job? Bringing in the valuables after a long journey?" She winks at me, and then walks inside. Shaking my head at her poor attempt at flirting I help Jellal bring in the valuables we brought with us from London, and then finally find my room. It was spacious yet cozy, with more pillows than was necessary. Silk sheets covered the bed and there was a bathroom off from the left side of the room. Gold was found randomly found within the room with the wood making a nice accent. All in all, I quite enjoy this room.
"Laxus! You need to figure out what you are going to wear!" Jellal calls.
"Fine."
DING DONG. DING DONG.
"Who could be calling on us at this hour?" Meredy wonders, walking to the door. I walk down the stairs and see Meredy talking to a man with green hair and a smart suit.
"Good day, m'lady. I am Mr. Justine, and I noticed your carriage making your way up the drive. I just wanted to pop in and say welcome to the neighborhood. I'm sorry if this is a bad time." Mr. Justine said, bowing slightly in the process.
Before I can tell him that yes, this is a bad time, Jellal quickly answers saying, "No, Mr. Justine, it is quite alright. Come in, I'll have the servants get you some tea." They walk into the sitting room that was off the main foyer and I scowl as they leave. I didn't need any nosy neighbors walking in and trying to learn our business! I walk back up the stairs to finish unpacking.
Not ten minutes later Jellal was running up stairs, yelling my name as he went. "Laxus! Laxus, come here!"
I turn to see Jellal running up the stairs. I step out of the way before he barrels me over and I ask, "What do you want? Is Mr. Justine still here? If he is, he is going to think you are a lunatic!"
"No he left. But he told me the greatest news! He has 5 daughters!" Jellal answered, turning around to come back to me.
"So?" I know where he is going with this, but I'm tired and want to just rest.
"Three of wh – gasp – which are our age! Isn't that fantastic – gasp – news? We could possibly be married, and be related!" Jellal wheezes out from running up the stairs.
"Jellal, you are too optimistic for your own good. You don't even know if they are even decent looking." His face falls for a second, and thinking this is the end of the conversation for now, I step back into my bedroom, the shadows overcoming my face.
I reach for the door knob to close my bedroom door when Jellal calls out, "You're too pessimistic! They plan on going to the ball, so we will see for ourselves."
Somehow I knew this was going to be the beginning of a long and trying journey.
This idea just popped in my head since we are reading Pride & Prejudice at school, and it seemed perfect! It's not going to be the same though, so it is not going to be a crossover
Questions, concerns, snide comments?