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I decided that Polin Week day 3 demanded an update to my WIP! Here is your taste of modern AU!
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Behind his Eyes
Polin Week Day 2 - Mirrors!
1825
He catches it in her eyes.
He’s noticed it before, fleeting but haunting. But he’s never seen it, seen the moment her eyes turn stormy - the exact moment the self-doubt reappears in her mind.
But today, as they ready for Kate and Anthony’s anniversary party, he finally sees the proof.
She wears a bottle green dress, the color magic on her peachy skin. Her lips rise in a smile as she looks at her reflection in the mirror, eyes soft and happy. But then she turns, left, right, left again, right again. And her smile drops.
A frown appears.
Then her eyes switch, from light to dark and she smooths the lines of her dress over her torso, as if pushing the fabric in.
And he sees it; standing outside their chamber, unknown to her and catches the exact moment she looks in the mirror and sees herself.
Not as he sees her.
But as the world has taught her to.
Short
Voluminous.
Freckled.
Unremarkable.
It’s been a year, a year of blissful marriage and parenthood, and he loves her.
He loves her so much. And she knows.
And when he tells her she’s beautiful; as she moans beneath him, as she winks at him across the breakfast table, as she coddles him when he’s sick, as she feeds their little Aggie, as she reads his writing, as she sits in a chair, as she lies in bed, as she wrinkles her nose, as she daintily eats her soup, as she lives and breathes and exists.
He tells her she’s beautiful whenever she is simply magnificently her.
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They were not courting? Were they?
Surely Mama or Eloise would have written?
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what’s in a name
Bridgerton Fanfiction | Colin/Penelope Modern AU | Teen
Colin couldn’t remember when he started calling Penelope Featherington ‘Pen’, but it had been so long it had become second nature now. That was why he found it so jarring when he returned home after six months abroad to discover that her new boyfriend—one he’d somehow never heard about—insisted on calling her ‘Penny’.
He tried not to let it bother him. But then suddenly everyone else was calling her Penny too.
written for @polinweek prompts modern AU and jealousy.
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If I asked you now, would it still be a lie?
Day 3 + 5 - Angst + Yearning
This is part III in a series, the first two being Sweet, like Honey and Hollow, empty chaos . If you're so inclined give these a read so the below drabble isn't too confusing!
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1828
In the summer months of 1826 - which in India spans March to June - Colin wrote an approximate of 19 letters.
Three to his mother. Two each to Anthony and Kate and Eloise. Two to Daphne and the girls. One to his University Chum. One to Franseca and Michael in Scotland. One each to Gregory and Hyacinth.
Two to Benedict.
And three to Penelope.
His hands shook as he wrote Penelope Benedict Bridgerton.
His letters were like a game. One truth and two Lies. Two he posted, one he kept.
April 9th, 1828.
Delhi, India.
Dear Penelope,
In Benedict's previous missive he mentioned how much you loved the ginger tea I sent over to the whole family. India is a treasure trove for tea-lovers, as yourself and I. I find the thought of sipping on our famous Earl Grey a let down after having experienced what the locals call Adrak Chai. The hint of ginger and the potent tea makes this a heavenly concoction. I’m terribly sorry I avoided it every time Kate offered me some.
Benedict also mentioned how much it soothes your morning sickness. Congratulations are in order! I am sending you as many bags of tea as I am allowed.
And how is darling little Agatha doing?
India is truly wonderful, I’ve been here for close to two years now - as my mother, Anthony, the rest of the lot, even your added commentary in Benedict's last letter informs me. And I know it’s the longest I’ve ever been away, but I find myself unable to leave. It’s a dichotomy of two worlds, this place. In the houses of the generals of the East India Company I feel like I’m almost in England, but out in the streets of Delhi it’s another world altogether.
Life is different in India. Free, colorful, humbling and terribly informative. I, of course, speak from a place of privilege, as a man of English birth in a British Colony. However, what I find I love the most here has nothing to do with the British Raj (Empire) as they call it. It’s simply the place. I love the culture, the people, the food, and the tea! Oh the tea! I love the terrain - there is everything here from mountains to beaches to desserts to husting towns. I miss home and my family terribly, but I find that I cannot leave.
There is more I must achieve in India. I’m certain of it.
No one understands my urge to travel and explore as you have, so in return for all the ginger teas to soothe your sickness I request your help. Make them understand if you can, mother especially, why I cannot return yet, why I must remain.
That, while I love them terribly, my heart has always been adrift.
Give my regards to Benedict! And whoever else you might meet.
Once again, congratulations on the upcoming babe!
Your Friend,
Colin.
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Colin x Penelope Master List
all fics I’ve reblogged and recommended!
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Anonymous asked:
Please do a polin drabble for 1+11! Have a great day 💛💛
About seven months and 10k words later . . . Thank you so much for your patience anon, and I hope you think this was worth the wait. I don't know if it fits any of the prompts, but please also consider this my contribution to Polin week
(Please note: rating is E, it is very NSFW.)
1. Roommates AU + 11. "Need some help?"
The first time it happens, it’s a Friday lunchtime.
Colin’s sat at the kitchen table, going through his editor’s regrettably copious notes on the latest draft of his manuscript, when he hears the front door slam and what sounds like a scream of frustration being muffled by something – a coat, maybe, or a cushion.
“. . . Pen? You okay?” he calls.
There’s a pause, then Penelope appears in the doorway. Her mouth is flattened into a scowl and there’s a flush in her cheeks, and the look she pins him with is so fierce that for a moment he’s taken aback.
“Exactly how much trouble do you think I’d get in,” she asks, “if I murdered Cressida Cowper?”
Colin lifts an eyebrow. “Well. On the one hand, you’d get arrested, have to stand trial, and your face would probably be splashed all over the news for a while. Journalists would probably get all invasive, start interviewing everyone you know. Obviously I’d have nothing but good things to say, but if someone puts a microphone in front of Eloise . . .”
The corner of her mouth twitches slightly.
“And on the other hand?”
“On the other hand,” he continues with a grin. “As soon as they hear the victim was Cressida Cowper the jury’s bound to acquit you. Maybe even give you an award for public service.”
That makes her laugh – just a small huff, but a definite laugh, and a little of the tension drains from her shoulders.
“I was hoping you’d say none at all because you’d help me hide the body before anyone finds out, but I suppose as long as I get acquitted . . .”
“You’d probably have to ask Eloise for that sort of commitment.”
She laughs again, more loudly, and his mouth curls up into a smile in response. He’s known her long enough to know that it must have taken a lot to get her riled up like this and he’s glad if he can lighten her mood in any way.
“Alternatively, you can vent with me for a while and maybe avoid homicide altogether.”
“She’s just – just the worst. It’s like she’s deliberately going out of her way to frustrate me.” Penelope gives a little sigh of frustration. Dropping into an empty chair, she props an elbow up on the table and rests her chin in one hand as she talks. “She never reads her emails properly. I tell her how to do something, and then she completely ignores me and does it a different way and then complains when it doesn’t work. She’s always asking for fact-checks last minute, no matter how many times I ask for advance notice. She’s given me about three articles this morning with deadlines all today, and she knows I have a big pitch this afternoon, which I’m now probably going to blow because all I can think about is how much I’d like to stab something. Preferably her.”
Colin grimaces in sympathy.
“Okay, most of that you can’t do much about right now. But you are not going to blow this pitch, Pen. You’ve been working on the layout for months.”
“I know but I’m not – I hate public speaking at the best of times, Colin. I get nervous and I stumble over my words. And now I’ve got to try and sell this idea to all the Department Heads when I’m feeling so tense and wound up – I just know I’m going to get it wrong.”
“So we need to find a way to calm you down a bit before you go back to work.”
“Bearing in mind I have about . . .” Penelope checks her phone. “Forty minutes of my lunch hour left.”
Leaning back in his chair, Colin lets out a breath and then raises an eyebrow.
“Well. I know what I’d do during a lunch break to, ah, relieve tension.”
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Well after four months I realise I never posted my final chapter and now I can’t stop thinking about it and offft back down the Bridgerton spiral I go.
This link is not the final chapter, it’s not yet written, but I’m just sharing because idk why not.
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Welcome to the digital age, babe ✌️ (part 1/2)
Polin Week Day 7: long distance
Premise: texting/social media Polin slow burn going from 2011->2021
Length: 2.1k for now, around 5k when finished
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December 25th, 2013 / 19:26 - Penelope Featheirngton’s Instagram
@PenFeatherington: Hope my nieces manage to save some biscuits for poor Father Christmas 🎄🍪 #definitelythenaughtylist
@TravelerColin: yeah I’m going to need about 4 tins of peanut butter biscuits when I get back 🤤🤤Happy Christmas!
@PenFeatherington: @TravelerColin that can be arranged!! 😊😋
@FrannieB: what an absolute BABE!! 😍😍😍
@FrannieB: also @TravelerColin you can comment on here but not answer a phone?
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💛 All my Polin Week fics 💛
Hi, I wrote a bunch of fics for Polin week and wanted a place to put them all! This week gave me so many opportunities to try something different and see what kind of content I like and what other people like! All fics are linked and summarized below the cut. xx 🥰
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Polin fics
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Hi, I’m @msgenevieve447! You may remember me from such fandoms as Once Upon a Time, Prison Break and La Femme Nikita. I have been AWOL for a very long time, and because 2020 was going to be my writing year, I continue to be AWOL, because 2020 is a scourge sent straight from Satan’s bottom.
HOWEVER.
Today, I wrote 200 words of Walking in a Straight Line, and I’m stupidly pleased with myself because damn, it’s been a long time. Anyway, the timeline in that little fic is coming up on Christmas (albeit Christmas a gazillion years ago when I started writing it) so I decided I’d best read any old Christmas fics of mine to make sure I don’t plagiarize myself. LOL.
So I assembled them for my own convenience, and while I have no new Christmas fics to offer, but I need some fandom interaction to spark my writing soul I’m so sorry to be so shameless perhaps there are some new CS readers who might enjoy a festive story or two, so here they are, and be warned, most of these are NSFW. *pretends to be shocked*
Do You See What I See? - Summary: The screeching cries of small creatures rise around him, seeming to almost rent his eardrums in two, and Killian decides that this place is indeed Hell on Earth. And he should know. He’s been to Hell, after all. (Set in the not-too-distant future and contains very vague spoilers for 5B.)
A Merry Little Christmas - Summary: It’s nine o’clock on a Sunday morning, he’s been gone for less than an hour, and he’s quite sure that the kitchen (and his wife) hadn’t been in this state when he’d left to go for his run. Note: Set in the Freaky Friday universe, this takes place a few months after our lovebirds have tied the knot.
Smoke and Mirrors and Hot Buttered Rum - Summary: When the tap on his shoulder comes, he’s tempted to ignore it. Commuters have so little sense of personal space, he’s found, and he’s certain the person sitting behind him has just clipped him with the corner of their bag. Then again, he thinks as he turns to see the blonde gazing at him hopefully, maybe not.
‘Tis the Season - Summary: He does so hate to be predictable, but why is the rum gone?
In Case of Emergency - Summary: All traditions have to start somewhere, right? Note: scribblecat27 drew something gorgeous HERE, then made puppy dog eyes at me. This is the result.
Muddle Through Somehow - Summary: She always knew Henry would leave home one day. She just didn’t think he’d leave home for another realm, okay? (Starring Emma Swan and Killian Jones, featuring cameos by Henry, Snow and Charming, mention of Regina and others.) Notes: This is probably the schmoopiest Christmas fic I’ve ever written. Completely and utterly self-indulgent, TBH. It starts off during 702 but then continues with the Storybrooke timeline and our Captain Swan, completely ignoring the hodge-podge of a timeline created in Season 7, because that makes no sense whatsoever as far as I’m concerned. Your mileage may vary, of course. LOL.
And one honorary Christmas fic, because in my head, this one is set in December/January, LOL.
The Weather Outside - Summary: She’s stuck in an empty bar with both him and an ingrained work ethic that won’t let her close early until she knows for sure she’s not throwing away a night’s takings. Crap. Prompt: Bartender AU where Emma and Killian are working during a blizzard, so no customers come in… They find creative ways to pass the time.
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CS Fic Rec Monday
I hope you’re all staying safe and inside as much as physically possible! I said I was going to do this weeks ago, but I finally remembered to queue it all up! Here are some dang good multi-chapter fics you can curl up with! You’ve probably already read them if you’ve been around for awhile, but rereading is fun, too! Plus, I know these writers would get excited to see a new comment or two 😘
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As Real As You Want it To Be by @ive-always-been-a-pirate: Teaching at the same school as Killian Jones was both infuriating and distracting, but when he throws Emma under the bus for the final time, she devises a plan to get back at him. After all, nobody likes to go to a wedding alone. Time for some CS AU fake dating.
Warm Nights and Firelight by @oubliette14: When in the wake of a messy breakup Emma makes the impulsive decision to return home to her parent’s ranch in the Rockies, she certainly doesn’t expect to find a strange Irish guy living in what was once her apartment over the garage, and she definitely doesn’t imagine that the home she couldn’t wait to be rid of five long years ago would be the very place her heart begins to heal.
If Looks Could Kill by @wellhellotragic: Emma Swan is a dedicated FBI agent getting over a bad breakup. When she and her partner, Ruby Lucas, are forced to go undercover as contestants on a reality show, Emma is forced to try and win the affections of Killian Jones, a man she despises.Killian Jones is a lost boy. Having recently been nicknamed the ‘Bad Boy of Boston,’ he’s been living up to his moniker using women and rum to avoid dealing with his dark past. When he’s forced to take the lead in a reality show, he encounters a gorgeous blonde who turns his world upside down. Miss Congeniality meets The Bachelor.
The Reason by @xemmaloveskillianx: The three of them share a laugh before they all look to Emma. She has yet to comment on the new addition because she isn’t sure what to say. She usually doesn’t like change, they have a good thing going there, just the four of them. Plus, they all know him and she doesn’t, but she trusts their judgement, and she’s sure any brother of Liam can’t be all that bad.So, with a shrug and a smile she says, “Welcome to Storybrooke, Killian Jones.
The Wife by @ineffablecolors: No one knows all that Emma has been through and certainly no one knows all that Killian has been through and being husband and wife doesn’t make them any less unknown to each other. And really, how can you help someone heal when you don’t even know how hurt they are?
Beauty in the Aftermath by @high-seas-swan: Confronted with the sudden appearance of her birth parents, Emma, in a moment of panic, flees. She flees the diner, Storybrooke, the country. She finds herself a day later in the Dublin, Ireland Airport terminal wondering what the hell she has gotten herself into. With some fear, a little determination and a considerable amount of faking it along the way, she sets off on a trip she never planned on taking but needed more than she ever knew. She finds herself, she finds a Brit adrift on his own journey and finds out what home really means.
Playing the Part by @shireness-says: As a stage manager who’s clawed her way up from the bottom, Emma Swan can handle just about anything thrown her way. But does that include handsome lead actor Killian Jones? A CS Broadway AU.
Love, Kindness, and Other Useless Things by @joneskillian: CS AU, set in 1815. Lord Killian Jones is haunted by the demons of his past which makes him nowhere near the man he once was, so he can’t be the father he wants to be. And above all, he believes he is undeserving of love. Perhaps with Emma that is all about to change. But falling in love is never easy, that’s just how it is.
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::gendrya:: the rec list that was promised
or, i’m never going to get over these two fools rec list.
{{we’ve got some amazing content creators and i tried to limit myself but the gendrya is too strong to hold back. i wasn’t sure how to specifically catergorize so this is just a rough kind of format.}}
- modern AU’s: they’re in love in any life time, fight me (ง'̀-‘́)ง
the echoes of stories never told :: chash
great wide somewhere :: shortystylee
a good morning :: LillithMiles
we can pretend that they don’t know our name :: scrubclub
by your side :: ohmytheon
through the storms :: smediterranea
and let me crawl inside your veins:: moonstruckandkissedinsane [currently wip]
rooftop paradise :: Slytherin_Princess_Nysa
well meaning advice :: jenrk
re: weapons and you :: scrubclub
arya stark’s adventures in subpar dating :: scrubclub
high-sticking and power plays :: shortystylee
seasons change (and i have found you) :: anniebibananie (alindy)
all summer we just hurried :: chash
- more book than show: acorn hall and no featherbed for me
whisper :: aurorasparrow (moonofmylife88)
in this life as in the last :: crossingwinter
the sand steed and the raven :: semicolonlife
on the run :: swanprincess [currently wip]
the turn of the seasons series :: TheDameintheRaininMaine
i get to love you:: therearenousernameleft
- pre-Season 8: gods, we were optimistic then
a bit of rain doesn’t hurt :: andthedreamgoesreducto
strings :: emiavici [currently wip]
the way home series:: sergeant_angel
not today :: kitty_katallie
my lady :: sancturary_for_all
by your side :: sancturary_for_all
home :: therearenousernameleft
broken crown series :: karevsprincess
- season 8: gonna meet d&d in a denny’s parking lot to demand justice
mine :: jeen02
before the horns are blown :: charleybradburies
if i sould die before i wake :: varnes
firelight :: Charmtion
i remember you like yesterday :: rosebyanothername17
foundry series :: someinstant
5 ways Jon Snow Finds Out About Arya and Gendry :: vixleonard
the sun and the moon in the winter ::charleybardburies
found :: iamsmall
a secret wedding :: klarolinedrabbles
towers to the skies :: fakelight
lord and lady of storm’s end :: klarolinedrabbles
- post-season 8: canon? we hardly know her
between the words :: barathe0nstark
the wolf of storm’s end :: charleybradburies
home :: questioningconstellations
the fury :: nymja {currently wip]
the watcher :: NRGburst
at storm’s end a.k.a. the uncleverse :: joinedunderprotest
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CS January Joy Round Up Week 1
Day 1: Good Times, Bad Decisions by @lassluna
Day 2: Calling Dr. Jones by @thislassishooked
Day 3: Pic set by @captainsjedi
Day 4: ”Little Black Dress” by @nerdyhuntress
Day 6: Because of You by @hollyethecurious
Day 7: Adorable Old Man by @snowbellewells
Day 8: turtles, jellyfish and otters by @demisexualemmaswan
Day 9: …and held her in my arms by @profdanglaisstuff
Day 11: it’s yours, it’s mine by @shardminds
Day 12: Chills and Thrills by @captainstudmuffin
Day 13: The Spectacular Ms. Swan by @let-it-raines
Day 15: Wouldn’t You Like To Know by @thisonesatellite
Day 16: Art by @carpedzem
Day 18: A FINE Friendmas by @hollyethecurious
Day 20: Blue Monday by @katie-dub
I have missed a few I see. Will have to fix that.
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OUAT Fic: Frigging in the Rigging (Captain Swan AU, Mature)
Title: Frigging in the Rigging Summary: Friends do things for other friends’ birthdays. No big deal, right? Captain Swan AU. Sequel to Happy Endings and Ring in the New. Word Count: ~4000 words A/N: A belated birthday present for i-know-how-you-kiss. Many happy returns of the day, darling! also available on AO3
She takes a deep breath before knocking on his door–well, she tries to, anyway, forgetting herself for a moment. Which means that when he answers the door, she’s already a little breathless.
Or maybe the tightness in her chest is courtesy of the way he looks right now, like an invitation to debauchery. In loose sweatpants and bare feet, with a deep blue v-neck t-shirt showing off his biceps and his hair ruffled and damp, every single inch of him makes her fingers itch to go exploring.
Either way, she breathes out a “Hi,” and his grin lights up his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes.
“Evening, Swan,” he murmurs, looking like he has a touch of wanderlust himself. “Always a pleasure,” he adds, widening his eyes to make it a little dirty, and she shakes her head as he ushers her inside.
With her hands buried in her pockets, she keeps her long coat snugged around her and her backpack slung over one shoulder. “I’m not catching you in the middle of anything, am I?” she asks, glancing between his (oddly appealing) exposed toes and the errant locks of hair brushing his forehead. It’s a look that screams “showered after workout” (and whispers “feel free to muss me up some more,” sotto voce), but she wants to be sure he’s not busy.
Assuming everything goes as planned, this is definitely an evening she doesn’t want to be interrupted.