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It's been six months since Penelope last had sex with her husband Alfred. It's been four since they stopped trying to conjure any passion, and two since he stopped holding her at all.
Out of options, they seek out help from an unusual source.
Just who is Colin Bridgerton anyway?
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Colin is three days into the worst heatwave south-east England had ever seen, that ripe, delicious, irresistible Omega scent sending his Alpha slowly insane, Aubrey Hall is Hell on Earth.
And it’s all Penelope Featherington’s fault.
Her and her fucking boyfriend.
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It’s hard to have walls and boundaries with a girl like Penelope. She radiates warmth and acceptance, nurtures the misfits and puts up with more than her fair share of shitty behaviour from the bitchy girls in their Lit 101 class who can’t understand why a slightly chubbier girl has such magnetism.
Frankly, Sophie wants to bury her face in those painfully perfect tits of hers and see what she looks like coming on her favourite strap.
Except Penelope’s already got a girlfriend.
And therein lies the problem.
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An ongoing collection of (mostly) Polin drabbles that come into my mind whenever they please - some sweet, lots of spice, maybe some angst.
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Seeing his wife in one little pirate costume has Colin Bridgerton weak at the knees and ready to surrender his life in service to his Pirate Queen.
He can imagine her on the bow of a ship, the wind whipping her hair as she leads a band of ne’er-do-wells to riches untold. Knowing Penelope as he does, she’d outsmart her enemies before raising a lick of blood, not wanting to stain her blade.
Luckily - in his case at least - she shows mercy.
Well, that is until she doesn't.
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He had never seen such a creature. Skin like the ice floes that from time to time drifted from the north, so pale that her veins ran like blue rivers just beneath (she must be so cold). Her body was plush – round and plump and spilling, with rolls at her waist and the joins of her thighs that his hands itched to hold. She knelt over her oysters and her breasts hung heavy, bright nipples like little jewels that he wished to hold in his mouth; his tongue pressed to the ribbed roof of mouth as he gazed upon her. And her face, drawn in concentration as she cracked the shells then melting into delight as she sucked back sea-salted flesh; round cheeks and bright eyes and the wet lick of her mouth, reddened from her meal.
“Madame,” he called out, his lips and throat making the word before his brain had quite given them permission to. “Are you in need of assistance?”
Recognition, and then; outrage.
“You!” Her voice was exceedingly high and pleasant, almost girlish, and utterly at odds with the shell she spat out vehemently as she spoke and the fury upon her face. “You are the thief!”OR: Colin meets a selkie in Orkney
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30 Jun 2025
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The centaur followed her around all afternoon. He was rather irritating, Penelope thought, telling her she was cutting the nettles wrong and pointing out clusters of mushrooms she had already seen. He stood awfully close to her, too, his human parts looming overhead and she had to admit she was a little afraid of his hooves – especially because he liked to stamp them when he got excited. They came across a patch of wild strawberries and he danced around with such vigour that Penelope felt sure he would trample her and the berries both.
“Are they ripe?” he asked her, leaning down as far as he was able to watch her pull the little red jewels from their stems.
Penelope popped one in her mouth and her cheeks sucked in at the sudden sharp-sweet burst upon her tongue. “They are delicious,” she said, and then she realised that he was staring at her with a sort of longing on his face and she shyly held her open palm up to him. He took one of the little treats and popped it into his mouth. His eyes fluttered closed and his cheeks pinked as he chewed.
“Delicious,” he agreed.
OR: centaur colin and human penelope!
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22 May 2025
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“This is Penelope. She moved into the house across the way. She’s allergic to nuts, but she has her EpiPen.”
Five times Bridgertons decide to stop eating nuts, and the time Colin realizes he’d given them up a long time ago.
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05 Mar 2025
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He knows she is impatient - she keeps sighing and crossing her legs on the sofa next to him - but he doesn’t make a move, not yet. He wants it too, but he also wants to sit in this for a moment longer - his arm around her, some film on that neither of them are really watching. He can smell her shampoo when she rests her head on his shoulder and he lets himself pretend for a moment that this is a normal Sunday afternoon for them. He imagines that maybe they’ve just gotten back from doing their weekly shop, or brunch at Bridgerton house with his family. He imagines that maybe he bought that shampoo for her because he knows how much she likes things that smell like pineapple.
“Colin,” she says eventually, and there is something desperate in her voice, as though she is slightly ashamed about how much she needs this. Colin gets it - sometimes he feels ashamed about all the ways he needs her, too.
She twists to look at him and his resolve breaks.
“Okay,” he says, with a soft smile. “Go get the ears, bun.”
OR: Pen and Colin do some pet play - platonically, of course!
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20 Jan 2025
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Mystery Work
Part of Rottentiger's wip
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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03 Jan 2025