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do not disturb
And so one day, after she’d gone to visit Penelope, only to be informed by the butler that Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton were not able to receive visitors (uttered in such a way that even Eloise knew what it meant) . . .
. . . Or, a missing scene from Romancing Mister Bridgerton/To Sir Phillip, With Love that's been a long time coming for Polin Week.
Read it at AO3. The latest of my bridgerton missing scenes.
the namesake
“Give me your handkerchief, you foolish man,” Lady Danbury snaps at Colin upon hearing the baby’s name.
Wherein Lady Danbury is honored with a namesake.
But mostly, our favorite couple welcomes their first child.
For @ourlilinfinity, who loves Agatha almost as much as I do - happy birthday!
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“If he didn’t want to murder his mother-in-law so badly, he’d have to thank her for lending the ever-important cause of worshiping his wife new urgency.”
Wherein Penelope is pregnant, Portia is rude about it, and Colin is determined to show his wife how lovely she is.
Missing scene between the last chapter and the epilogue of Romancing Mister Bridgerton.
spoon
Wherein Penelope enjoys Colin’s favorite jam a bit too enthusiastically. Follow up to for your own good. You can also find this on AO3.
His wife lets out an all-too familiar pleased moan.
Unfortunately for him, it’s not at all in the usual circumstances. “Pen, stop it.”
She glares at him and the ferocity of the glare should frighten him, but it also means that she’s distracted enough to stop devouring his beloved raspberry jam straight out of the jar. “I most certainly will not. I know for a fact Cook already told you she'd set it aside for me.”
“I mean eating it like that.”
“Like what? Like I’m hungry?” she grouses. “Starving. All the bloody time.”
“Penelope!” he says her name with a gasp for effect. She’s not one for swearing, usually.
She shrugs, utterly unrepentant. “It’s true and it’s all your fault, you know –”
“My –?”
“Yes, Colin, your fault,” she insists before he can get another word in edgewise. “It's your absurdly hungry baby I'm carrying. Not like I'm craving any of my own favorite things,” she mutters. Stubbornly, she sticks her spoon back in the nearly-empty jar, scooping out a bit more jam, then licking it clean so slowly and carefully it’s obscene.
“Our baby,” he protests weakly. It's impossible that she really has no idea what it’s doing to him, he thinks, as he feels the last fraying vestiges of his self-control snap. “Christ, Penelope, can you please –”
She blinks innocently at him, twirling the spoon between her fingers, seemingly perplexed by his blasphemous outburst.
If she somehow really doesn't know, isn't it his husbandly duty to enlighten her? “You’re making me want to do things,” he says lowly. “You’re making me want you to do things to me.”
“Oh,” she says quietly, comprehension finally dawning.
He’s not sure if he should be relieved or worried, what with that sudden devious look in her eye.
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Wherein ABC 2.0 don’t deal well with slipping down the pecking order of their favorite uncle’s affections – and how the heart-stealer attempts to make it right.
Happy Polin Week! This one’s for
DAY FOUR: Favorite Headcanon / Domestic Bliss / Jealousy
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Wherein a suitor calls upon Mrs. Bridgerton, or the curious incident of the calling card
Happy Polin Week! This one’s for
DAY SIX: DAY SIX: Favorite Show Scene / Fake Dating / Courting Rituals
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“We apologize for them,” his wife tells Lady Lucinda sotto voce as the younger woman rises to her feet, having pled thirst when their simple questions got to be too much for her.
The we in question is Penelope and Gareth, the them in question naturally being himself and his youngest sister.
Or, the last in a three-part fic of OTWTTW post-wedding, pre-epilogue missing scenes.
I recently finished reading When He Was Wicked and it quickly jumped the ranks and is now officially my second favorite of the whole series (right after Colin/Pen's book) and now i NEED all the drabbles and fics that have Colin and Michael together since they are my faaave! Its no surprised I adored these two books, there was so much PINING and YEARNING and the sweet delicious angst of it all makes me WEAK!
YES YES YES! TVWLM and WHWW are probably tied-ish for me after RMB and I adore Michael and Francesca! I basically just keep finding excuses to bring Michael into my Polin WIPs and I need other people to do this and to write more Michael/Francesca!
The pining parallels made it into let mirth abound, Michael will continue to be a my favorite shit-stirrer in the pen’s in my hand, and I’ve got one canon-era AU WIP where Colin and Francesca compete for Most Idiotic Bridgerton by trying to matchmake Michael and Pen plus another modern AU WIP where Edwina and Kate scheme to try and throw M & P together to make Colin and Frannie jealous so they come to their senses. (Thus far, Edwina steals every scene in the latter, tbh.)
ALSO THAT DRABBLE . . .
“Did you know,” Michael murmurs to his sister-in-law, “that when Francesca tried to rile me about my impending downfall at the hands of London’s matchmaking mamas and their darling daughters, she thought to pair me off with you?”
“I did not,” Penelope replies, laughing. “However, I must say I’m flattered.”
Meanwhile, the looks her husband is shooting his wife suggest that sororicide is uppermost in Colin Bridgerton’s thoughts.
Michael just barely manages to stifle his smirk. There is something positively delightful in tormenting this particular brother-in-law.
And it certainly doesn’t hurt that it’s so easily done in this case, as Francesca was right about Penelope – she is highly intelligent and enjoyable company once one gets past her initial shyness and that seems an eternity ago now. He’ll freely admit he quite underestimated her and that’s without even taking into account –
“Before Colin expires in a fit of jealous rage or ensures my expiration,” Francesca cuts in wryly, “I should note that I had previously considered Eloise, but could not own to myself why the thought of matching Michael with one of my sisters had become so repellent.”
He nearly leers at her. “Is that so?”
Francesca, being Francesca, merely rolls her eyes.
