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“Thats gonna kill me”

I cannot with her 😂😂

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I would crumble under that stare

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Preview of latest chapter of Rubies By Moonlight

“Would you take off your dressing gown?” 

The request startled them both.

No one can see, Colin defended silently. The trellis was thick, and he knew the nearest neighbours were all at their country houses.

Penelope regarded him, eyes luminous with something like shock: uncertain, searching. He met her gaze and let the longing in his own spill free. 

Perhaps, after his poor treatment of her these last few weeks, he had no right to ask. But she had given him permission—encouraged him, even—to speak what was on his heart, without concern for how she might receive it. 

And after all the confusion, the missteps, the painful secrets between them—Colin was desperate to strip all the barriers away. Layer by layer, until it was just his friend, his wife, his Pen, in front of him. 

He needed to see her, fully. More than he needed breath.

Time stretched, a breeze rustling the wisteria—how could something so weighted with bloom, each cluster a cascade of petals within petals, remain suspended by such fragile stems? It should not have held. But somehow, it did. 

Still, Penelope did not respond. Not with words nor movement. 

His stomach plummeted. A creeping nausea hollowed out his bones, his foolishness reverberating through them. Had he ruined it, this fragile moment between them? What had possessed him to make such an untoward request? 

The earth digging into his knees seemed to harden, condemningly. He drew a shaky breath, preparing to apologise; to say he did not know what he’d been thinking, asking such a thing…

But then she stood.

His heart mirrored her, rising to his throat; aching there as Penelope’s skirts slipped through his fingers. She stepped a few paces away. He turned to follow, still on his knees, believing it was only right to remain there when he had so much to atone for. 

But before he could speak, she stopped, shifting to face him.

Her hands lifted, trembling, to the fastenings at her bodice. 

All thought vanished from his mind. He was utterly entranced. Nothing existed beyond the fragile motion of her fingers, hovering…

He did not breathe. Did not dare, for fear his exhale would pressure her. 

But after a few heartbeats, he glanced up, catching the uncertainty in her eyes—and he let his chin dip twice. 

The barest motion: silent, reverent, hers to accept or refuse.

Her breath caught. 

And then, slowly, she began to undo the clasps. One by one.

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dear lord, please take all life problems and responsibilities away from fanfic writers but also make them financially stable and happy with nothing to worry about so they can happily focus on writing and posting fanfiction. amen

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Chapter 2 is up!

Dragged across the dusk-lit dunes by the boy of summer who shattered her heart, Penelope remembers how it began: a bold decision to reclaim her story, to ask Colin Bridgerton to devirginise her. The sex had been tender, soul-deep—nothing like the outline she’d written. But neither was the betrayal. Now, weeks later, he’s gripping her hand like he’ll never let go—furious, possessive, as if he were the one left wrecked. As if his story had been ripped from its spine and left to shreds. This was supposed to be Penelope's coming-of-age narrative. Why was Colin acting like she was the antagonist in her own story? It would not do.

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BRIDGERTON (2020-)

PEN AND COLIN

3.05

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Brasil 🇧🇷

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Polin Week 2025 Day 2 ↝ favourite kiss (x)

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I Like My Men (How I Like My Thong)

Summary:

“What,” she began, voice a low, threatening hiss as the chamber orchestra paused momentarily between songs, vibrato still ringing out, “did you just say about my husband?” Before her, the three stragglers of what were once Colin’s acquaintances seemed to freeze, turning around slowly to blink down at her in surprise. “Lady Whistledown-” one of them began, and her hackles rose. “My name,” she all but snarled, “is Penelope Bridgerton, and I repeat once and only the once more: What is it you just said about my husband? Speak it again. I dare it of you.”

Or: Colin feels insecure, The Lord Squad act like dicks, and Penelope "My Husband" Bridgerton isn't just going to sit around and let someone insult her angel boy without feeling the full extent of how badly a bitch can bite back

OR:

Read Me

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Just Luke 🖤

Just Luke, whether in character, rehearsals or anywhere on earth! I have a highlight on my IG where I save “Just Luke” stories I post. Here’s just a few from over the last little while.

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As always feel free to save any you like. No credit needed. You can even erase the #loveforlukeynewts or the hearts on the ones that include it. I don’t own any of the photos so they are not mine to hold captive for use. I just do some minor editing for my own posting.

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Our girl has landed in Cork looking relaxed and ready for a fun weekend. 💃🎉💃

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👀 🤭

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These are two of my favourite “I’m not a big hugger” Luke-initiated hugs. He knows exactly what Nicola needs in these moments! 🥹

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A throwback…

#whoremembers 😈

Colin swallowing Penelope’s moans sucking the life out of her…

This is a brilliant edit 🥵🌶️🌶️ The chemistry you can see it dripping through the screen

Have a great night!!

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Happy POLIN Season 3 part 1 Anniversary.

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Chapter 4 is finally out in the world! Read here to find out how Colin reacts to Penelope's annulment offer.

Endless thanks to my beloved beta @wereadtoliveathousandlives for helping me through this one! As well as all you lovely tumblr friends who read little drafts (or big drafts) and encouraged me along! @martina4398 @poor-unfortunate-soul9927 @faneliana @fstopsteph and more!!!! <3

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one day you too could be a fanfic author who updates a decade later