BTS Imagines and Preferences

Rabbit Hunting (Jungkook Jane Austen AU)

A/N: Okay, so y'all know my love of AUs, but I also love pretty much anything and everything Jane Austen. So, I'm creating a series of (connected) imagines based on her work and Regency Era England. I'm going to have way too much fun with this, so I hope y'all enjoy this. If this isn't your cup of tea, I get it. But, I hope they are still entertaining and fun! I would also like to thank Marili for encouraging me to write this idea!

Note: Because these imagines will be connected, I will be naming the OCs and using Regency Era and/or English names. The boys names will remain the same and I will be using their surnames in a way (you'll see). I'm trying to stay true both to the era, but also to the boys and I think this is the best compromise. 

(Okay, I know the gif isn't historically accurate, but its not like they've done a Regency Era gentlemen photoshoot. Although, BigHit, if you want to kill me, you now know how).

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"Dorothea!" your mother called after you and you cringed at the use of your full name. Your bonnet and shoes were already tied, the basket for wildflowers swinging from your wrist. "Make sure to be back by afternoon! Your cousins will be here tonight and we need to have you looking presentable. You never know who they may bring with them."

You rolled your eyes as you walked out the door and into the crisp early spring air. Whenever the Kim brothers came into Derbyshire it was the talk of the town. Your cousins were three of the handsomest men in all of Europe and they often brought with them equally gorgeous and eligible gentlemen. Your mother was of course desperate to marry you off to one of them. While your situation was not as desperate as that of many other families in Derbyshire, with only you and your younger sister, there wasn't much hope for an inheritance unless each of you married well. 

Your mother had even tried to marry off your poor maid in hopes she would bring back some sort of prosperity to your small manor house. 

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There was nothing you liked better after breakfast than a morning walk. The roads were slightly muddy from the night's rain and the air was fragrant with the smell of the newly sprung spring flowers.

You headed towards the wildflower fields that lay near the estate of Finchfield. It was currently empty, the last tenant having left for France a few years before. Your mother was waiting with baited breath for a handsome gentlemen to come to town and claim Finchfield.

The estate was in sight as you waded into the wildflowers. The grass and some of the flowers came all the way to your hips. You began to pick the prettiest ones for the centerpieces later that night. While your mother had her dreams for your marriage, you had your own. You'd like to think that your future husband would like walks through the wildflower fields, too. Stopping to pick one that matched the color of your dress and placing it behind your ear.