thequeenashley Follow
Guys I just really need help okay? It's not my fault if I think #Dizzie is like #relationshipgoals
Telling me to kill myself is JUST TOO MUCH
#Dizzie #Dizzieforever #OTP #bythe123 #Kaitlink #Felena
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bythenumbs Follow
People really need to a get a grip with their lives. Just because you support the trilogy doesn't mean you have to ship the actors. And just because you ship the actors doesn't mean you deserve any of the grief people give you. We all want true love in our lives, but it's not acceptable to threaten people for their opinion about whom they think should be together. Stay strong, fandom. We are with you!
#bythe123 #Kaitlink #Felena
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shutthefupalready Follow
Dizzie shippers are like low hanging fruit and disgusting. He's like way better than her social climbing family. All their abusive shippers should all kill themselves and burn and rot in hell.
#Dizzie #suckers #TeamCarolineBingley
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austenislife Follow
The antis have invaded our hashtags. This is war!
#Dizzie #staystrong #TeamDizzie #TeamLizzie
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misty401 Follow
I 3 Dizziie
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thequeenashley Follow
Thanks to everyone so much. you're the best. I love your love!
#Dizzie #Dizzieforever #OTP #TeamDizzie
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austenislife Follow
Confession time...I really do think the actors are dating. They're great actors and all, but you can't fake some of that stuff. That hug by the lake was everything. Can't wait for the eventual announcement. Her insta has been quiet since filming wrapped. They gotta be hiding something. Maybe the shipper wars are just a distraction. Lol.
#Dizzie #TeamDizzie
The endless bright flashes, the shouts, and the screams topple on top of each other from the moment she steps out of the limo. Unlike the first one, this premiere is the total opposite of low-key.
She's draped in Valentino, as red as a human torch. Real, borrowed diamonds hang from her earlobes and sparkle on her neck. Her hair has been teased and primed and sculpted into a sweeping one-sided style reminiscent of modern beauty queens.
"Lizzie! Over here!"
"Smile!"
"Wave!"
"To your left!"
She takes a deep breath - and takes it all in stride.
She's trained for this moment - dreamed of it, really.
Just two and a half years after her first successful performance as a Broadway understudy, she's headlining a major multi-million-dollar film franchise.
It doesn't get better than this.
With cultivated precision, she smiles and glides onto the broad red carpet area. She measures how she smiles - too subtly, and she'll look snobbish - too broadly, and she'll look silly.
She takes her first few steps and pauses for photos. Everything is directed and staged. By the Numbers has gone global, and this is the world premiere. Anything she says or does on this minefield of a red carpet today is a potential meme in the works.
"Lizzie! Over here!"
She gives a small wave. The media goes wild. She keeps smiling coolly, elegantly. Her eyes glaze over the crowd in an open, friendly, but indirect way.
It's a well–rehearsed entrance displaying her perfect public persona.
It's just too bad that her heart, driven to overdrive since Jane's incident three months ago, isn't quite as cool and collected as she may appear to be.
Somewhere in that huddle just a few yards ahead - stands the one person she's been dreading and longing to see since her haphazard flight home. According to the media, they may or may not be in a relationship.
It's ironic that this is the one time the media just happens to be right.
"Our very own star, Lizzie Bennet!" The host of Entertainment Best waves her over. She tries to appear spontaneous as she accepts the invitation. She greets the handsome rising star with two polite air kisses against the cheek. "Oh, Lizzie, you look divine."
"Thank you! And thank you so much for being here!" She smiles brightly, the consummate actress. "You look spectacular too."
"Well, everyone knows my girlfriend dresses me."
"She has good taste."
"In clothes - not in men."
Lizzie laughs as femininely as she can. She needs to be present and engaging - and not give away even a hint of where she would rather be right now.
"So, here's what everybody wants to know," the host shouts into the microphone. "What was it like to film in Pemberley?"
It's a safe question, an expected one.
Lizzie smiles. "It was wonderful. The place is so picturesque, and we are incredibly privileged to get to bring Ballroom Number Three to life in such a historical place."
"Sounds exciting! What was your favorite part?"
"The ballroom scenes were very hard to film. We had to coordinate so many people and costumes. I just - I can't wait to see the finished product tonight! I hope everyone likes it!"
"I'm sure we will."
The host nods. Lizzie smiles. Everything goes exactly according to plan.
Then the smart aleck has the guts to go off-script. "But what the fandom really want to know, Lizzie, is how it was filming with your boyfriend. Was it easier to do all the love scenes with William Darcy this time around?"
It takes a second to sink in.
When it does, Lizzie almost drops her smile.
"What - what are you talking about?" She squeaks out. No, the world cannot know the complicated state of her relationship with William Darcy. No, he's not her boyfriend (unfortunately). And what she really wants right now is to stop this interview and go find him - to thank him properly for intervening when it came to Bingley and Jane - to confirm what he'd already admitted to her through the three sparse texts she's received from him since she left England - that he did at least care, a little bit, about what she thinks of him. "We're all very professional."
The host lets it slide, and Lizzie tries her best to hide her sigh of relief.
Then she turns - and realizes why people have suddenly decided to go easy on her.
Because five steps away - William Darcy is walking towards her in a drop-dead gorgeous black ensemble. His hair looks like it's been worked on as much as hers. And underneath that hair is his eyes - his all-consuming, piercing eyes.
And those eyes tell her that he's missed her, that he's just as happy to see her now as she is to see him.
She doesn't even think before she runs forward - and crashes straight into his open arms.
"Lizzie," he whispers.
She smiles against his neck.
She knows that the cameras around them are having a field day.
But she's too engrossed in his embrace to care.
"Water?"
She looks up from her plane bed, squinting to see through her glasses. Her pajama-wrapped legs stick out from her like hopeless logs in a neglected forest. European premieres are done. It's Asia next.
And she desperately needs a very, very, very long nap.
And she'd gladly take a foot transplant, while they're at it.
Fashion sponsors only ever care about how tall she looks next to William Darcy, or how long-legged they can make her look as she parades her latest loaned gown on the red carpet. No one really cares if she loses a toe or two in the process.
"Thanks." She smiles at Darcy. He hands her the plastic bottle, twists one open for himself, and gestures towards the side of her fluffy private plane personal mattress.
She scoots over, just a little. He sits down primly on her right.
Somewhere between the first and second film, the studios have decided that they're veritable stars now - precious cargo that deserve exclusive, luxurious private transport, a full entourage of bodyguards, and expansive hotel suites.
Who knew the shaking, wide-eyed understudy waiting anxiously backstage at the Richard Rogers Theatre would be living in this kind of life less than two years later?
"You're yawning again," Darcy observes, a small smile on his lips after he finishes a sip. "You're lucky they didn't catch that on camera tonight."
"The work hours are torture." Lizzie groans. She dramatically props herself backwards on her pile of pillows. "I know they're making us millionaires, but isn't sleep supposed to be a UN-protected basic human right of some kind?"
Darcy chuckles. He chuckles a lot these days.
He chuckled when they shared a long conversation over coffee after the first premiere. He chuckled when she cracked a joke about the difference between American and European paparazzi when they first landed in Rome. He chuckled when she complained - quite vocally - that there would only be ten hours on the plane until they arrive in Beijing.
And now, he's chuckling too.
He looks almost endearing when he does - dangerously endearing.
"It's not so bad, is it?" He replies very politely.
"That's because you're a guy. You don't need to have every single hair curled into perfection and secured into permanent exhibits. It doesn't take three hours to choose which items 'complete your ensemble' - and another half hour memorizing who sponsored what. I want to act, not - be a living mannequin." She blows at the chunk of bangs currently crowding in on her forehead.
Darcy chuckles, again. Then he puts his half-empty bottle on the modernistic curved nightstand - and shifts himself on to the bed. When he leans back, their arms are side by side, their shoulders brushing against each other.
They're both dressed practically - covered neck to ankle in sponsored matching airline pajamas. He has his own airplane bed a few yards away. He's just visiting for now. She shouldn't feel that there is some kind of intimacy in this conversation. They're just colleagues decompressing together between one big work day and the next.
She shouldn't feel that they're somehow closer to each other because of Charles and Jane, because of the endless premieres and pictures and after parties.
He hasn't really done anything more than friendly to her since their widely-covered red carpet reunion. They hug, and he escorts her whenever she's teetering on her heels. They pose for infinite photos together, and the magazines run amok with speculation.
It's all part of the package, all part of the job.
She shouldn't think that just because they shared a secret kiss in a land far, far away - just because they'd successfully tricked the fandom into thinking they're probably in love - that there actually is any hidden meaning in their very casual interactions.
She really, really shouldn't.
"Women have it hard, huh?" Darcy muses. His dark eyes are entrancing, too entrancing.
"Yeah." Lizzie shrugs.
It's hard to be eloquent, under the circumstances.
"You think you could convince them to let you wear a T-shirt and jeans for the next one?" He asks - or, jokes, really. After all, there is no way they would ever allow her to -
She barely remembers replying before she falls into the deepest sleep of her life.
"下一集会什么时后开始拍摄?"
"When will filming for the next movie begin?"
"关于两位的绯闻，有多少部分可以确认呢?"
"How much can you confirm regarding the rumored relationship between the two of you?"
"很多粉丝很想知道两位有多假戏真做，英国时段同居的传闻是否属实?"
"Many fans want to know how much of what they see on screen is real. Can you confirm the reports you were indeed cohabiting during filming in England?"
Lizzie swallows, barely able to keep up her smile under the rapid fire scrutiny of the Chinese media and their relentless translator.
Western tabloids have got nothing on these people.
She shifts uncomfortably in her chair. Due to security concerns, they're doing this press conference in an exclusive, segregated hotel room. The fact that it's her and Darcy seated in front and what feels like five thousand reporters encroaching on their personal space just makes everything feel twice as intimidating.
Suddenly, the glamor of her newfound celebrity status is showing its more sinister side.
Thank God Darcy seems to be on top of it.
"We are privileged to be able to work on this film together and will start filming Pod 705 in the next few months," he answers with a gentle, generous tone. The translator spits out her interpretation. The reporters groan. It's obvious they're unhappy.
"And what of your personal relationship with Miss Lizzie Bennet?" The next question comes.
Lizzie feels her muscles tighten all over.
Because isn't that exactly the question on her mind too?
What is his relationship with her? They tease the cameras with their hugs, smiles, and air kisses. They're photographed together constantly the entire press tour.
But what are they, really? Are they friends or colleagues or something more?
"We are professionals who are very glad to have the opportunity to have this project together," Darcy replies civilly. Lizzie nods in agreement.
Almost in unison, the giant media multitude huddles even closer. Lizzie shrinks, instinctively.
That's when Darcy puts a hand on her shoulder - and she stabilizes, slightly.
"Was it enjoyable to film the kissing scenes?" The translator presses.
They are savage.
"Is she your girlfriend?"
"Do you live together?"
"We found pictures of Rome and Berlin. Can you confirm these pictures are of the two of you?"
"Will you marry her?"
There's a light switch that flips on Darcy's face - a change from resigned to almost mischievous.
He gives her a look, almost as if he's inviting her to be in on the joke.
On a whim, she gives him a small nod.
"Would I?" Darcy turns to face the crowd. Lizzie braces for what's coming. "If she'd say yes."
The words are simple, so the crowd gets it before it's even translated.
When Darcy smiles at her with that spectacular, hypnotic smile - and she smiles too.
And she has a feeling she'll be having very vivd memories of their Beijing stop for a while.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who helped report the plagiarized book! It is now gone from Amazon, and I can focus on my writing and parenting again :) Please also note that the reviews on this site glitched for some reason last time so that I was unable to reply to half of them for the last chapter. Please know I do read and appreciate every review!