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I so sorry never mean to aangry anyone. Lizzie and darcy are best thing ever. So sorry if you not agree. My heart need them!

#WilliamDarcy #LizzieBennet #Dizzie

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Look, I just can't even. Just because two people make a dumb movie doesn't mean they belong together forever. These "Dizzie" shippers are just a bunch of brainless losers who have no life whatsoever. Caroline Bingley is probably your favorite nightmrae monster. Lololol.

#WilliamDarcy #LizzieBennet #Dizzie #irlshippingisstupid

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austenislife Follow

Some people just seriously need to GET A LIFE. I don't need to have my life THREATENED because I think two actors would look totally cute together. William Darcy isn't dating Caroline Bingley. He's gone on record with that reporter last week that he will NEVER date Caroline Bingley. There is literally nothing that prevents us fans from expressing how much we'd like to see him date a certain someone. The antis are invading our thread, and we need to fight!

#WilliamDarcy #LizzieBennet #Dizzie

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thequeenashley you're the best! That was EVERYTHING. We havae all the rights to ship! And there's the Darcy insta thing too!

#Dizzie

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bythenumbs Follow

To everyone who has been asking about what this instagram post thing is, William posted last week two photos in a row of his food in England, with both images tagged #thesinglelife. So the bad news is that our beloved Dizzie isn't dating. But the good news is that Prince Brooding himself is definitely available - for her and for any one of us! :)

#WilliamDarcy #LizzieBennet #Dizzie

It's Kitty's birthday.

And, as always, Kitty's birthday involves a close-knit group of people, a lot of booze, and a lot of loose lips.

And for someone who isn't in the mood for losing her wits, Lizzie stays on her one and only drink throughout the gathering, eyeing the festivities in their loft from the sidelines.

With an awards season premiere on the cards for Pod 705, she gets to take a substantial break between the endless conventions and the sweep that is premiere week. All the fittings for sponsored clothing, all the piles of merchandise to sign, all the hours of hairstyling, and all the endless photoshoots - everything still feels comfortably far enough away. She's read for a couple of Broadway shows, and she's waiting to see if that project with Netflix is pushing through as early as October or as late as March.

But things are generally on track.

And, if anything, there's just that one little niggling feeling that a particular conversation at SDCC should have been something more.

But it's not as if she blames Kitty for that interception.

It was planned, all along.

What hasn't been planned - and what is something of a sore spot to this day - is that he never bothered to clarify anything when the news broke. It still feels unfair that she, of all people, had to wait until a very public meeting for him to bother bringing up the supposed truth about Anne and about Caroline. Didn't she - as the supposed love interest, as the girlfriend-in-waiting - deserve a lot more?

"Lizzie!" Jane, the rarely-seen drunk Jane, wobbles over to the couch and lands with a giggle beside her sister. "You aren't having fun."

Lizzie smiles, a little indulgently. "I'm fine."

"It's Kitty's birthday!"

"I know. Her gift is on the table, I promise."

"But, Lizzie." Jane grins. "You have to be part of the fun too!"

Lizzie's smile is a little smaller this time, but it's sincere, mostly.

"You guys go ahead. I think I've lost my head enough this past year to wilfully let it happen again." She nudges Jane into a sitting position.

"Is this about William Darcy?" Jane pouts. "Kitty said you were talking in San Diego."

Were they?

Lizzie hides her sigh inside an awkward laugh. "Barely."

"But he did talk to you?"

"Ye - yes, he did. Just a bit." Lizzie turns to slide her glass on the side table. This isn't the place, or time, or anything, for this talk. There is no way she's about to crash her cousin's birthday party by turning into a blubbering mess.

"Did you want to talk to him?" Jane won't let it go.

Lizzie shrugs. Lizzie sighs.

"Maybe? I - it was nice to hear him - try to clarify - some things, I guess."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you don't have to be." Lizzie's staring at her lap, forcing her disquiet eyes to calm down.

"I told him not to come."

"Hm?" She turns to look at her red-faced sister.

Jane is frowning, her own eyes glistening. "I told him not to come, to give you some space. Charles and I thought you might want that."

"You told - Darcy?"

Jane nods.

Lizzie's head spins.

"When?"

"After his announcement about Anne."

"You believed I wouldn't want to see him."

"Yeah," Jane says softly, almost regretfully. Then she looks up. "Did you?"

Did she?

Lizzie thinks - and Lizzie thinks some more.

Then Lizzie stands up, pats Jane on the shoulder, and says, "Thank you."

An hour after the guests have left, Lizzie's Twitter photo message, plus a snapshot of the party, hits the web:

"Life isn't easy. It has its ups and it has its downs. Today, we celebrated life. We celebrated the people who happened to be able to share a special part of their lives with each other.

And I wouldn't be where I am today without my family and friends. You were there for the ups, and you were there for the downs. In life, there will always be some degree of heartbreak over losing someone or something you've held close to your heart – but that doesn't mean you can't get up again, pick up the pieces, and move on.

It also doesn't mean you can't go back to the things you thought you've lost - to reexamine them again."

Twitter blows up right after. #Dizzie starts trending.

Lizzie herself gets some real sleep for the first time in a very long time.

It's not his first premiere. It's not his first red carpet.

But it is the first time he's the leading man in a multi-million-dollars, Franchise-ending production - and the press proportions for this particularly London world premiere are epic.

"Here! Here! Over here!"

"Stop. Just a little more."

"Darcy! Darcy!"

"To your right!"

"To your left!"

Darcy raises his hand in greeting, poised and polite and yet commanding all the same.

He may be coming off of a two-month-long Pemberley retreat, but the muscle memory of how to handle an event like this is still as strong as he needs it to be.

He strides purposefully towards the edge of the curb. No one stops him to talk, though some try very hard to yell Lizzie's name at him. The background of the entire length of the carpet is a giant cardboard replica of the spaceship from the movie, dotted generously with the obligatory sponsors' names. The crowds think their leading man looks right at home with the set piece. They don't even know that no one except the director and editors have caught a real glimpse of the movie at this point.

Green screens aren't exactly informative to the cast, especially when they're hooked up to a thousand motion-capture sensors themselves.

A surge of screaming surrounds him around twenty steps in.

He turns around to see if it's the duke and duchess arriving.

"Hey," the whisper comes from behind him.

Darcy whips around, meets the eyes of a dazzling Lizzie Bennet, and feels all the air rush out of his lungs.

Because, apparently, sixty days off the grid isn't remotely enough to help him move on from the irresistible charisma of the one woman who has ever truly caught his eye - and perhaps, in no small ways, his heart as well.

Georgiana knew all along. She was the one who warned him that just because they're physically apart doesn't mean he's actually forgotten her.

He's the one suffering for his unbelief now.

"Hey." He smiles tentatively - only to realize a little belatedly that he probably looks love-struck and shy.

She smiles back, in a more reserved way than he's used to seeing from her.

But she dutifully takes her place beside him, the swirls of her magnificent blue dress quickly encompassing his legs and feet. Her left hand slides gently behind his waist. He perches his right arm around her shoulders.

He feels the cameras click, click, and click away.

He feels his heartbeat race. He wonders if the thrumming he feels is radiating from her or from his own shaken soul.

But he's a professional, and she's a professional.

So they both smile and wave and pose. And when stray uncooperative media members ask if they're together, they say 'no comment' over and over, just like their respective agents said to.

And Darcy sighs a huge sigh of relief when they're finally ushered indoors.

He's different. Lizzie struggles to put a finger on exactly how.

But he's different - that much is obvious.

There's a gentleness to the way he escorts her across the red carpet. There's a consideration to his surroundings that he didn't use to have.

The way he carries himself is a lot less egomaniacal and a lot more down-to-earth.

He's still handsome - especially, God help her, in that fitted tux. His smile still carries enough wattage to brighten an entire country. He's still every bit the dream leading man of every young starlet out there.

But he's also, somehow, far more human than he was when he first stormed into the room to read for Conference 2. It's almost as if he's retained the charisma of Link Harrison's CEO suave, mixed it with the nobility of Fitzgerald Dunst's demeanor, and tempered it with the humility of Chad Ferelli and his bulky spacesuit.

What was that line from the third movie again?

"So there you go – that's my code. You can plug it in and make any alterations you want to make me your perfect man."

She can still remember the way she nonchalantly shrugged on set and tossed the flimsy piece of prop paper into the fake garbage chute - how she declared, with hearts in her eyes, "Too bad I won't need it then" before they sealed the scene with a dramatic kiss.

"Are you cold?" Present-day William Darcy asks her.

And, before she can form any reply beyond a shy little nod, he's offering the coat he's warmed with his very hot body.

And, probably because her dress is all skirt and no sleeves, she takes it.

About a third into the movie, during the scene where Chad and Dina fight, Lizzie practically hears Darcy cringing. At the halfway point of the movie, where Dina is crying her heart out about never finding love again, Lizzie slips a hand onto the arm beside her.

By the end of the movie, her head is on his shoulder - his hand upon her hand.

It's not much, but it's something.

With all the broken trust between them - this could well be all they will ever have.

And Lizzie's left wondering, long after the make-up and dress and paparazzi have been washed away, if she should just resign herself to never ever having more again.

A/N: Sometimes, it's the quiet moments that count :)