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lothiriel84 · 11 months

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Not Handsome Enough to Tempt Me

To say that Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy was in a foul mood the night of the Meryton assembly might have been the understatement of the century.

A Pride and Prejudice ficlet. Bisexual!Darcy, implied bisexual!Wickham and biromantic!Elizabeth.

Author’s note: This is my attempt to adapt the "Two kinsey 5s making it work" Tumblr post about Beatrice and Benedick for the Pride and Prejudice fandom. Proceed with care.

To say that Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy was in a foul mood the night of the Meryton assembly might have been the understatement of the century. Not only was he still reeling from everything that had transpired at Ramsgate – his own feelings of betrayal over George’s deplorable conduct only making it more apparent how badly he had failed his beloved sister – but he was also forced to bear the painful sight of his particular friend exchanging smiles with one that was widely regarded as the handsomest girl in the room. He could have cursed his own ill luck when Charles took it into his mind to prompt him to dance with Miss Bennet’s sister; after all, he didn’t even need to look at her to know she couldn’t possibly be handsome enough to tempt him.

If only he had known how wrong such an assessment would turn out to be, he might have at least considered holding his tongue; as it was, he thought no more of it, until fate decided to throw him and Miss Elizabeth together once more.

No sooner had the entire party quitted Netherfield that Mr Darcy was able to breathe freely once more. It was bad enough having to vie for Charles’ affections, such as they were, with a country nobody of uncertain feelings and a completely embarrassing family to boast; his sanity had been sorely taxed by the necessity of being constantly on his guard, lest a chance meeting risked stirring the tangle of conflicting emotions he had been striving to suppress with regards to a most unwelcome addition to Meryton’s society. As for Miss Elizabeth Bennet, he hardly knew himself anymore, but as he could scarcely credit his family to approve such a connection, he had therefore resolved to think of her fine eyes and pert conversation no more.

As it happened, fate entertained completely different ideas on the subject, as he would soon find out.

He was, without a doubt, the most foolish and despicable man on earth. Elizabeth had been entirely in the right in rejecting his farce of a proposal, and he could blame no one but himself on that count. With sudden clarity, he knew he could never marry, not after this. In all his eight and twenty years, not once had he looked upon a woman with anything but a sense of discomfort, and the disdain of one used to being subjected to the most artful schemes by the ladies in his society; Elizabeth was his one exception, and he had been inconsiderate enough to destroy her regard forever with his pride and his unpardonable conduct.

His previous resolve to seek out an eligible bride to bear him an heir for his estate had dissolved under the same rain he had ridden into after paying his ill-conceived addresses to the one woman he could ever see as the companion of his future life. And if he could not hope to restore himself in her regard, the very least he owed both to her and to himself was to disclose his full motives for his past conduct, and beg for her forgiveness.

After that, he would sequester himself to Pemberley, and devote his full attention to the happiness of his sister. She was now to be his heir, and her future children after her.

There had been a moment, before that fateful letter came, when he had been convinced that, should he pay his addresses again, they would not be so ill received as they had been on a previous occasion. Unfortunately, he was never to find out, as Miss Elizabeth and the Gardiners were now on their way back to Hertfordshire, and he knew he would never see her again. Oh, he planned to find the scoundrel, and give him a piece of his mind before forcing him to do the honourable thing and marry the girl; as much as the thought of securing Wickham’s marriage to a girl of fifteen turned his stomach, he saw no other alternative, and it would at least make it more difficult for George to continue ruining the reputation of unmarried young ladies.

He felt sure that, had he been more careful in concealing his preference for Miss Elizabeth, neither she nor her family would have found themselves in their current predicament. In George Wickham’s eyes, targeting the youngest Miss Bennet had been nothing but retribution for Darcy’s past conduct in his regard, in the same way persuading innocent, sweet Georgiana into an elopement had been.

That the same youthful indiscretion should come back to haunt him for the whole of his natural life, he was now bitterly sure of. Not that he deserved any less, he was convinced, and wouldn’t so much mind the misery he had brought upon himself, if only he could spare those he loved the same fate.

To his credit, Charles Bingley had listened to his friend’s detailed confession of his past misdeeds with an equanimity Darcy had not previously suspected the younger man to possess; even his momentary discomfort at being informed of the full extent of Darcy’s previous regard for him was quickly dismissed, and it was fair to say their longstanding friendship withstood such a trial with an ease and grace that could scarcely fail to surprise – and delight – both parties.

As his mind drifted towards the mutual bitterness of his and George’s parting, both after his father’s death and more recently in London, he congratulated himself on his good fortune in finding such a friend, and assured Bingley of his most heartfelt approval of his intentions to renew his suit of Miss Jane Bennet.

As for Elizabeth Bennet, he wished her every happiness, and prayed to God that she would one day find a husband who might endeavour to deserve her. He knew he did not, and he would regret this unfortunate circumstance for the rest of his life.

In his determination to do everything within his power to ensure his friend’s happiness, Mr Darcy forgot to consider whether his own feelings were under good enough regulation to face the day with the composure required of a gentleman standing up with the bridegroom. He knew that Elizabeth would be in attendance, of course, and that it was entirely possible that she would stand up with her sister; as for the Wickhams, he had dared to hope they would not brave the journey from Newcastle, as news had reached him that Mrs Wickham was expecting. And while he bore no ill will whatsoever to Charles for his happiness in entering the married state, having to bear witness to George parading Lydia around as if she were a prize mare proved to be too much for his already frazzled nerves.

He was halfway towards working himself into a state, hidden away as he was in a prettish kind of little wilderness to the side of Longbourn, when someone approached him, and shortly after a small, ungloved hand came to rest on his forearm.

“I am exceedingly pained to see you suffer thus, Sir,” Elizabeth murmured, sympathetically. “If only there was some small way for me to offer you comfort, you have but to name it.”

Darcy barked out a humourless laugh at that, and subsequently found himself unable to hold back the tears that had been threatening to escape since the morning. “You are too kind, Madam. My pain is of my own doing, as you are entirely aware, and so I must suffer it.”

He didn’t realise she was offering him her handkerchief until he felt it pressed into his own hand. “Mr Darcy, I have thought long enough on the contents of the letter you have been kind enough to give me, and I find I cannot be silent any longer. You expressed your feelings of shame and guilt for forming such a peculiar sort of attachment as society could be never prevailed upon to acknowledge, let alone accept – and yet I cannot find fault in you for simply loving your friends. I know how painful it is to have your particular friend removed from your society upon their marrying, and while Charlotte and I have never discussed our previous attachment, I can assure you it was most grievous for me to see her loyalties, if not her affections, transferred to her husband.”

“I – am not entirely sure we are speaking of the same sort of attachment, Miss Elizabeth. And while I must once again beg your forgiveness for my role in separating my friend from your sister, I knew from the start there could never be anything beyond friendship between myself and a respectable man such as Charles is.”

“I cannot possibly relate the minute details of my previous acquaintance with the former Miss Lucas, Sir, but you must at least trust me with the use of my own understanding and heart. And I wasn’t speaking of my new brother only, as you well know.”

He swallowed and faced away from her, as he surreptitiously made use of the proffered handkerchief. “I am exceedingly sorry that my mere presence in Hertfordshire spurred George to choose your family as the target of his nefarious designs. As I believe I mentioned in my letter, he has every right to consider himself ill-used on at least one count, but even after his shocking attempt to revenge himself upon me through Georgiana, I wouldn’t have thought so low of him as to think him capable of imposing upon a girl so entirely unconnected to myself.”

“Not so entirely unconnected, if my aunt and uncle are to be believed,” she smiled, the warmth in her eyes so palpable he felt his heart leap in his chest. “Which reminds me, I am still to thank you for your invaluable service in rescuing my sister, and securing the continued respectability of my family. It’s not a match I would have wished for any of my sisters, but as Lydia assures me she is far from disappointed in her choice of a husband, my only regret is that it should have come at such a personal cost for yourself.”

A most bittersweet smile coloured his features, and he promptly shook his head. “I have made my choice when I rejected George’s affections, all those years ago. And while I won’t go so far as to claim I do not regret the circumstances of our parting, his subsequent conduct has long destroyed the better part of my regard for him. Securing your sister’s future was the least I could do, when I was the indirect cause of the ruination of all her prospects.”

“You are too generous, Sir,” Elizabeth claimed, her hand impulsively covering his own. “As for myself, I can but heartily pray that your good deeds are rewarded in kind, and that you find the happiness you deserve.”

“I can assure you, Madam, I have as much happiness as I shall ever deserve,” he forced himself to speak around the tightness in his throat, as he sternly reminded himself that she would never be his, no matter how desperately he wished it.

“Mr Darcy, that will not do at all,” she cried, throwing her hands up in frustration. “I know I can scarcely hope for a renewal of your addresses, but is it so wrong of me to wish for all misunderstandings between us to cease once and for all?”

His head spun, and he wondered just how much wine he had had at the wedding breakfast. “Scarcely hope? Elizabeth, you must know – surely you will understand – after everything I disclosed to you in my letter, my honour as a gentleman prevents me from even suggesting a union between a respectable young woman such as yourself, and a – a reprobate, such as myself.”

“How dare you speak ill of the man I love most dearly?” she exclaimed with the force of her conviction, and in a moment of boldness took hold of both of his hands. “I do not care who you loved in the past, so long as you promise to be true in your affections from this day on.”

“Elizabeth,” he whispered her name like a prayer, and all but fell to his knees in front of her. “Is this possible?”

“It is indeed, Fitzwilliam,” she laughed, and when her lips touched his, he was left to wonder whether it was in fact possible to die of happiness.

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discyours · 5 years

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Re: "gay men don't like vaginas". That is correct! But an actual trans man doesn't want anyone NEAR his genitalia. In fact, it's his worst nightmare. Despite common stereotypes, not all gay men see having a flesh and blood penis as a prerequisite for dating an otherwise compatible guy he finds attractive. Many do, but not all. Also, ACTUAL trans guys who date these gay men are tops and use prosthetics to fuck them. From, a bi cis -passing trans man top in a LTR with a gay man.

Part 2Also, there are ample men who would be Kinsey scale 4s or 5s who call themselves gay without fuss (or huge boundary wars like there are among lesbians) who’d be open to dating trans men who look like men. Also, contrary to “all sex all the time” indoctrination, a minority of gay men don’t have high sex drives, or have been abused, or ace, or don’t prioritize sex, and would not refuse to date all trans men just because of a part the trans guy hates that the gay man won’t ever see/interact.

I tried to find what post this was in reference to (it always annoys me when I see people answer anons and I can’t find the context) and I’m guessing it’s this one?

First of all, I’m glad you mentioned that you’re bi because I’d just like to mention that bisexuals just should not have these debates. I’m all for everyone having their own opinions but bi people appear to be essentially incapable of actually grasping monosexuality and the way it works 99% of the time. Keep giving your opinions, they’re just probably gonna be wrong.

You’re making two really strange assumptions that all trans men are tops (??) and never want anyone near their genitalia. Trans people have sex, dude. Nowhere near all trans people are touch-me-nots (I think that’s a lesbian thing but you get the concept) and there are plenty of dysphoric trans men who have PIV sex. I’m usually all for oppressing bottoms (I’m kidding don’t come for me) but assuming they can’t be trans is fucking weird man.

Bisexuals who call themselves gay aren’t… gay. They’re bisexual. I’m not a gay man so I can’t speak on the gay community’s supposed stance on this but it’s really fucking stupid that you’re trying to use literal bisexuals in an argument about gay (aka homosexual) sexuality.

I don’t know what the hell you mean with “all sex all the time indoctrination” but that + stating that a minority of gay men don’t have high sex drives/don’t prioritise sex sounds highkey homophobic. Asexuals aren’t homosexual and it’s not healthy to respond to a history of sexual abuse by dating/sleeping with more people you aren’t (fully) attracted to.

Pheromones are a thing (that I honestly don’t understand) and I think just about any rational person will agree that a strap-on is not equivalent to a penis. That being said I think it’s entirely possible for people to date trans people of the sex they aren’t attracted to. It’s possible to date cis people of the sex you’re not attracted to. Extremely unhealthy, but it’s possible so that argument also needs to be applied when it’s about trans people, regardless of where anyone stands on whether they can actually be attractive to someone of that specific sexuality.

What we should be discussing is whether it’s healthy to date someone whose genitalia you aren’t attracted to (I’m gonna say no), and whether it’s healthy to abstain from sex for the sake of making things work with someone you’re not sexually compatible with. We should be talking about how big of a range bisexuality actually has and about the bisexual erasure that’s resulting from people’s (often willful) ignorance on that. That would be constructive, but instead we’re going over the same old homophobic arguments because you’re more invested in pushing for uncritical acceptance of something that validates you.

#anon #gender critical #if anyone wants to accuse me of biphobia go ahead I have time

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