Kagtopia

A/N: Hi everyone! Welcome to my first series, I am so incredibly nervous to put this out. I just really want everyone to love it. If you have any advice please send me a message! I would love any feedback. I hope you enjoy! Love Esther xx 

Warnings: slight mention of anxiety but that’s all! 

Pairing: OC ( Kind of, not really. It’s complicated! )x OC (Kind of, not really but inspired by Belle)

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I think that I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, for as long as I can remember I’ve wanted my own epic love story. You know like the ones that you read about in those passionate romance novels, love is straight forward and lasting. Evidently demonstrated by Jane Austen. Oh what a woman. A feminist before her time. Author of women who most certainly did not fall at the feet of any man, yet she still captivates us with a thrilling romance. Mr Darcy, isn’t he a dream? Scenes of Mr Darcy running towards me in a field wearing one of those flowing white shirts played in my mind, as I stared out of the fogged up window. Two fingers began to snap in front of my face causing me to blink rapidly, slowly coming back to reality, “I’m sorry, what was that?” I questioned as the very unimpressed looking customer was stood, arms crossed, and foot tapping against the dark varnished floors of the coffee shop I worked a, “I said I want a soy latte to go” She rolled her eyes and continued tapping away on her phone. “Right, sorry” I shook my head and started to make her drink. Before I could politely tell her to have a nice day, she snatched the drink out of my hand and walked out of the door with a ring of the door chimes. 

I sighed and began wiping down the counter tops, it was peaceful working here really. There was something about walking into the steam of coffee and the smell of the bitter outside winds on customer’s coats that made me feel cozy. Everything in here was vintage giving it that inviting feeling like going to your grandmother’s house, but the cool type of grandmother who’s obsessed with plants and mediation. Apart from the Saturday rush, it was mostly filled with seniors and the occasional business man or woman, “I’ll take a large black coffee to go please” And that was how I spent the rest of my day; take an order, make a coffee, take a payment, watch them leave. I did love my job but today I was feel particularly angsty after I finished the last episode of Pride and Prejudice. I know call me dramatic but I was emotionally attached to this story! I watched the second hand on the clock go around and around again until it ticked 5pm. The tension I had been holding in my shoulders loosened at the thought of going home, I skipped over to my manager in relief, “Hey Steve, it’s 5pm am I okay to clock out?” I asked hopefully but he just looked at my sympathetically, “Actually, I need you to stay on till 9 because Veronica has to leave early” I knew his sympathy was short of being authentic and I also knew he liked Veronica a little too much, therefore letting her get away with anything she wanted. She took advantage of him in every way that she could and everyone could see it but him. When she would let her hand linger on his arm for a bit too long or the way she would blink up at him doe eyed and pouting lips. It made me cringe internally. An audible sigh left my lips as I began dragging myself back to the counter, “Of course”. 

By the time that I had locked up and gathered my things, it was pitch black. Irritated with yet another late night, I slung my handbag onto my shoulder and started home grumbling. As quietly as I could, I opened the door to my apartment silently praying that my neighbour wouldn’t- “Hey Lizzie!” I screwed my eyes up for a second before spinning round with a fake smile, “Alfie hey! How are you?” I tried to beam enthusiastically. He blatantly eyed me up and down with handsome blue eyes, he would’ve been good looking had it not been for his disrespectful regard for women, “I would be doing better if you would come round to mine for dinner” He leaned against the wall, watching me hopefully. Laughing awkwardly, I opened my door ad hid behind it leaving only a small gap open, “Actually Alfie, I have a ton of work to do, so I’m just going to get something quick and go to bed. Thanks though!” I replied quickly and locked the door before he cold say anything else. I blew out a sigh of relief and quickly ran to jump on my bed. I glanced at the clock, It glowed 10:30pm. If i do this online work now, it will be 1am before I go to bed, then I’ll have no time to read the first chapter of P&P (Pride and Prejudice). Small bubbles of anxiety simmered in my gut. The pressure of working a full time job and doing full time online university was starting to take a toll on me. Just breathe. Everything will work out, just get as much done as you can. 

Just as I was about to grab my laptop, my best friend Anna flashed up on my phone. I didn’t even get a word in before she screamed in my ear, “Jesus Christ Anna what is wrong?” I pulled the phone away from my ear for a second, “As you know, I am the bestest friend in the world ever and love you so much that would spend hours searching for a present for you” She rambled, making me smile. I couldn’t deny it nor would I ever. Anna had been my best friend since pre-school where she demanded we be friends because we were wearing the same shoes, and it had been that way ever since.

 Anna and her family were wealthy, privileged people who have helped me a lot throughout the years, especially when it came to financial issues. “I have booked you a trip away” She squealed excitedly, I frowned in confusion and pulled out my copy of P&P from my bed side table, “Anna not that I’m not great full but why would I want to go on a break on my own?” Anna gasped dramatically like I had insulted her. “You haven’t heard the best part yet! It is a 2 week break in Derbyshire at Lyme Park where they filmed Mr Darcy’s house! It’s called Austenland” She rejoiced. My mouth dropped and i began fanning myself like I was over heating. “Wha..What?” I breathed heavily and kicked the sheets off my legs. I had always wanted to visit all of the film locations but never had the time or the money to travel, “I know! And you get to dress up, go to balls, and you even have a love interest!” As she explained excitedly every detail, I gazed around the room looking at all of my Austen collectibles, and no, I totally did not have a life sized cardboard cut out of Colin Firth as Mr Darcy. “Oh Anna that sounds amazing thank you so much! When do we go?” I question, practically buzzing in my bed. This was everything I ever wanted, to step back into Austen’s world when love was love and gentlemen were gentlemen. “Oh Esther, I won’t actually be coming with you, James and I are going on a pre-wedding honeymoon”. My heart sank a little. James was Anna’s fiancé, they had been betrothed to each other since they were 10 years old, family connections you see. Both were going to receive a large inheritance sum so ‘it was best to carry on it on’ as Mrs Hathing, Anna’s mother would say. “Oh I see , well let’s hope my inability to be social doesn’t stop me from making friends”. Anna laughed at me and began to tell me all about her pre-wedding trip to the Caribbean. I was never going to get this work done.