Any fanfic that adopts the plot from Emma or Clueless?
Hello Anon!
Thank you for the ask! Sorry for such a late response!
I could not find any inspired by Clueless, but was able to find two inspired by Jane Austen's Emma.
Her Greatest Success-Mollywog (ao3)
Summary: Rue peers through the crack in the drawer room doors, suppressing her exclamation as Mr. Mellark sinks to one knee.
Katniss ‘Emma’ Everdeen-Mollywog (ao3)
Summary: Snippets from a The Hunger Games x Jane Austen’s Emma AU inspired by Janeuary 2025 prompts
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A continuation of this an EmmaxTHG AU inspired by the Janeuary 2025 prompts!
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Katniss was still mulling over her friend’s words later that week.
Until Mrs. Heavensbee had suggested it, Katniss had never imagined Mr. Mellark in want of a wife. But as it so often happened, once a new avenue was opened, she could not keep her mind from straying down the path, distressing as it may be.
With his pleasing manners and handsome estate, Mr. Mellark could easily secure the affections of any he chose. And despite her quick and adamant dismissal of the idea, Annie Cresta, over any other woman of their acquaintance, was the ideal choice.
The silent admission perturbed her and upon acknowledging it she resolved to know the worst at once. So as they took a turn in Haymitch’s gardens several days after the party, she approached the topic at hand, “Did you not enjoy the music at the Undersee’s?”
“I did, as I believe I indicated to you that night.”
“Annie Cresta in particular—“
“Yes. All the young ladies performed well that evening.”
“You need not be gallant with me. I can admit, Miss Cresta quite surpassed us all. I do wonder if her mysterious patron— the one who sent the harp, is well pleased.”
“I’m sure he is,” his words came quickly with an edge, so unlike her Mr. Mellark that she’s taken aback.
He sighed, stopping on the path, “Katniss, of your many virtues, subtlety is not among them. Speak plainly, you’ve never shied away from doing so before.”
“Was it you?— that sent the harp to Miss Cresta?”
“No, and I would hope you supposed I had better sense than to send such a gift. I had offered Miss Cresta use of the instrument at Bakerswell whenever she pleased; she would have judged better accepting my offer than the gift that will clutter her grandmother’s parlor and collect dust when soon she leaves, though I suppose the giver gave her little option in the matter.”
Though he had denied the gift as she suspected, she could not find herself completely satisfied with his response. Was Mr. Mellark bitter he would not find Annie often at his estate? “If you prefer her to always make use of your instrument, there is an easy solution.”
“Ah,” he nodded gravely. “I see. So you have settled it then? You would have me marry Annie Cresta? Tell me— what menu have you selected for the wedding breakfast?”
She huffed.
“You know, you are miserably behind, Undersee gave me a hint of these suspicions three days ago.”
The pretentious blowhard! “And what did you tell him?”
“That Annie Cresta would not have me, were I to ask.”
“Then she is a fool,” she snapped. Who was Annie to reject such an offer were it to come? Surely she did not harbor those silly, old fashioned superstitions regarding his leg.
“And this is what you wish?” he said, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Certainly not! I have not the smallest wish of you marrying Annie Cresta—” she cut herself short before saying ‘or any woman for that matter’, for those were the words next on her tongue and it seemed a horribly selfish thing to admit. For, did not Mr. Mellark, above any other man of her acquaintance, deserve happiness? And if his happiness came in the form of a wife and the blue-eyed, round-faced babies that were sure to follow, she could never begrudge him that, though the thought pained her most acutely. “Unless it is your wish,” she added lamely.
They were silent a long moment before he next spoke. “My wishes—“ he trailed off, shaking his head before continuing, “no. I do not wish it either.”
This reminded me of a moment from Emma, so I’m going to adapt it to fit in a future scene of Katniss ‘Emma’ Everdeen after the Katniss makes amends for her behavior during the Box Hill incident.
Thank you for the inspiration!!
Katniss had fixed on sequestering herself in her room upon arriving home for further meditation, but on entering the parlor she’s met with the sight of Mr. Mellark sitting with Haymitch.
He quickly rises to address her and she wonders if it is her imagination or simply her presence that makes him appear far graver than usual. “I would not go away without seeing you, but now that I have, there is no time to spare. I am leaving for London, to spend a few days with my cousin and your sister.”
Her face must betray her fear for he quickly adds, “there is no reason to be alarmed; I have had no news of the tenets of Brunswick Square. It is merely my own inclination that sends me off at once. May I convey anything for you — aside from your love?”
While she is satisfied with his reassurance of her sister’s health, Mr. Mellark’s declaration of his motives do nothing to calm her unease, “That will do. But this is sudden, is it not?”
“Yes — rather I am always glad at the opportunity to visit John and Primrose, but I had no immediate intentions to do so — not until quite recently.”
Katniss pales at the thought that Mr. Mellark may be going to town to acquire wedding articles… But no, his tone is far too grave for that of an accepted lover. And Mr. Mellark would surely share his joy with his friends, would he not?
Or perhaps he no longer counts her as friend after her deplorable behavior at Box Hill.
As he stands meaning to leave, but not moving, Haymitch clears his throat behind his paper, “and how did you find our friends at the manse? Katniss was off first thing this morning to call on the ladies there. Cook said she took quite the basket. I’ve never seen her so eager to visit Miss Trinket.”
Katniss flushes, dropping her gaze to the hem of her gown. She hadn’t breathed a word to Haymitch on the happenings of their outing, and yet, he seemed to always have a way of sensing trouble.
She chances a penitent glance up to Mr. Mellark, prepared to be met with disdain at the memory of yesterday’s folly, but instead his eyes soften as if he has gleaned the truth of her actions.
He reaches for her hand, lifting it — she’s quite certain for the purpose of carrying it to his lips, but halting mid motion, releasing her and stepping away. He quickly disposes of his final farewells, leaving Katniss in a state of confusion, not soon to be recovered from.
