So I started half-a-dozen scraps of things!
Here's some early canon-compliant Darcy:
The first time Darcy saw Elizabeth Bennet, he noticed almost nothing about her. He was in an ill humour that evening, and would rather have attended one of his uncle’s dreadful theatricals than a village assembly full of strangers. He disliked both forming new acquaintance and dancing at the best of times—and this was far from that. He heard the barely-whispered gossip about the Bingleys and himself, he felt the gazes of the sparse crowd fixing on him, and he saw few signs of sense, fashion, or beauty anywhere.
Bingley, predictably enough, gravitated towards the only handsome woman in the room, a young lady who looked like a painting and to go by her placid, unwavering smile, seemed about as interesting a conversationalist as one.
Here's a bit about my headcanon for Elros's wife, early on:
Ithíriel lived long for one born in Middle-earth, who had only come to Númenor as a young woman. In the new land, her years passed slowly and peacefully as she gathered what records she could find, and took down more.
She was one among six other archivists entrusted with recovery and oversight of the records of the Edain. It was a great task, and would have been impossible without the patronage of their half-Elf king. But Tar-Minyatur had a great value for lore, and withheld nothing from the archives.
Even on Númenor, though, time passed. By the point that Tar-Minyatur could pause his labors long enough to see the archives for himself, a decade after Ithíriel’s arrival in Númenor, she had more lines about her eyes than he did. She always would.
Here's some Mass Effect!Shepard!Elizabeth:
Just about everyone in the Alliance, and plenty of those outside it, knew what Elizabeth Bennet had done at Torfan. But they didn’t understand. Nobody did, really, not even Admiral Gardiner, who’d defended her to the tribunal.
Elizabeth knew what people called her behind her back. The butcher of Torfan.
She’d long ago resigned herself to that. When Elizabeth could do something about a problem, she acted; when she couldn’t, she let it go. And she couldn’t do anything about the past.
Least of all when she didn’t regret it.
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