#maryxjames

[kxngdomcxme]

closed starter: @spellbxnd​ - mary  where: mary’s apartment

James’ jaw dropped, looking at the other with wide eyes. “You’re fucking kidding me,” he said, gaze dropping to her stomach then back up to her face. “This is a horrible prank, y’know.”

[teaganbennett-irp]

I need some Second Chance fanfiction. I mean James and Mary are giving pure gold. I need it and I want it.

[whatdoesitneedatitlefor]

“This is but a weak answer, for there is no strong position I can take. But it is my hope that together we can create the sort of marriage that will, one day, be usual and customary. We will respect and advise and assist one another. We will be equal partners. “If you can find it within yourself to trust me, in such an effort…” James stopped and took both her hands in his. “Mary, you know I hope you will. But I can also see how, as a woman who prizes her hard-won independence, this may be too great a sacrifice. Perhaps I am asking too much.” His gaze was sombre, his hands gentle. “All I can ask is that you give it your consideration. And I promise that I will accept your decision without complaint.” Mary blinked back a tear. “Thank you, James. I will consider it … for the next ten minutes.” James looked visibly surprised at this time constraint, but seemed not to trust his voice. He offered her his arm and they continued to walk, leaving the confines of Russell Square and pacing silently up Woburn Place. They looked precisely like what they were: a courting couple taking the air of a late morning. They also looked nothing like what they were: a pair of radicals, quietly at war with their society.”

Rivals in the City: A Mary Quinn Mystery by Y. S. Lee