#Polin snippet

[indiaalphawhiskey]

“Perhaps,” Colin said, and the word itself tasted so bitter on his tongue, it was as though he was compelled into spitting all the others out of his mouth, just to finally rid himself of the poison of them, “that was another part of your… entrapment.”

His regret was instant — hot and blinding — his mind playing out the memory of her wide, curious, shining eyes as she had laid bare and vulnerable beneath him, all bashful innocence, and asked him, so earnestly, ‘Is there more?’

The sweet lilt of it echoed in his head as his pitiful lie burned through his body, shaming him. But he could not bring himself to look at her now, because he knew he could not take the accusation back — knew no apology would suffice.

“I did not mean to entrap you, Colin.” Her gentle words were pained — small, and tearful, and so full of truth. “I love you.”

Out of his periphery, he caught the shape of her lips as she said it, sweetly downturned in their devastation, in their distress.

He loved those lips.

He loved her. His Pen.

It was on the tip of his tongue, his heart steadfastly pushing it forward like a boulder through a dark cave, desperately urging the confession out of him. Only—

“I loved you enough to save you from entrapment,” she said. And maybe, had he not been so focused on the way the earlier devastation in her voice seemed to turn determined, he would have seen it sooner: seen her slip off her ring before her warm fingers met his — the touch he had so missed, had so agonizingly craved for days, finally coming back to him in its most heart wrenching iteration. She pressed the cold metal into the palm of his clenched hand, the curves of the small pearls smooth against his skin. It might as well have been shards of broken glass.

“I love you enough,” she repeated, though it was not lost on him, the sudden change of tense — from past to present, “to save you from entrapment.”

His gaze shot to her the very moment the true meaning of her words hit him, dread solidifying at the bottom of his belly.

No, he thought, panicked.

No.

No.

No!

Again, the right words had failed him. She was gone.

[bunnykaye]

Bridgerton 3x07 | Joining of Hands written by Geetika Tandon Lizardi Script-To-Screen (5/?) (script courtesy of the Writers Guild Foundation Shavelson-Webb Library)

[browneyesandhair]

Incorrect Bridgerton Quotes Colin: I wasn’t injured. I was lightly stabbed. Penelope: I’m sorry, you were stabbed! Colin: Lightly ... Stabbed.

Insp: j

[drjemmanugent]

the looks between them towards the end of the vid and the double hand hold!!! 🩵💚💛

*swoons*

c: netflix españa on TT

[writingfanficsfan]

"Then, what good am I to you?!"

I can't even explain it but this line, and the way he says it, plus the look in his eyes, breaks my heart. Like, what do you mean Colin?

What do you even mean? "What good am I to you?" What the hell, Colin?

She loves you. Has been in love with you for years at this point!! (Not sure if he knows that already in this moment). Everything about you is good in her eyes. You don't need to do anything better to earn her love. You already have it. Have had it for YEARS!

You don't need to take care of her. You don't need to save her with money or whatever else. You already save her because you returned her feelings and you love her for who she really is. You see her for who she really is. (And I'm sure he will still love her when he finds out about the 'less pretty' parts of her. Just like she loves every part of him.)

Oh god, I am getting emotional over people that don't even exist but dammit, Colin! Get a grip! GET A GRIP! She doesn't love you for what you can provide for her. She loves you because of who you are as a person, as a man.

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A bit of My Jolly Sailor Bold's next chapter

[colinfeatherington]

another snippet from my polin fic where colin has lost (some of!) his memories and struggles to figure out penelope's place in his life

After their second dance, since they were now bound by propriety to not dance together again, Colin once again offered Penelope his arm and they took a turn about the room. He was eager to keep talking with her as she was a most witty conversationalist. Everyone they spotted, she had some amusing tidbit to tell him. The latest was a rumor about a certain gentleman’s effort to obtain a special marriage license. 

“You mean to tell me, Lord Basilio has become engaged to Miss Goring?” Colin snickered, “Oh, that poor woman.” He reluctantly tore his eyes away from Penelope to search the hall for a glimpse of his former classmate from Eton. “However did he manage that? Last I saw him, the man could not speak to a lady without tripping over himself. Although granted, with my memory, perhaps he’s been much improved for years now.”

“It is not proper for a lady to say.” Penelope replied primly but her eyes were dancing. “Perhaps we might infer the reason for such hasty nuptials from the state of her hair.”

The back of Miss Goring’s hair was rather flat and seemed mussed. It was the sort of disarray that could be caused by a lover’s wandering hands. They both watched as she nervously touched it, attempting to pin back some loose tendrils. 

“Penelope!” Colin chuckled, so amused and scandalized by her that he did not even realize his use of her Christian name. “What a barb!”

He had a flash of a similar conversation, some faint memory that he fought the urge to try and recall. He had learned in the prior weeks that attempting to force himself to remember only caused the memory to slip out of reach. But there was an air of familiarity to that particular line. Did he often spend his time like this? Trading bits of gossip with Penelope as they sipped lemonade and laughed together? It was an all together pleasant way to pass an evening, he would not mind one bit if it were true.

“Well if it’s any consolation, based on the whispers I’ve heard, it is a love match. She is quite taken with him.” Penelope offered, nodding to where the couple in question was now dancing. 

Colin was relieved to hear it. While it was amusing to gossip at the expense of their fellow lords and ladies, he would never dream of standing by as a gentleman took advantage of one of the young ladies in their care. It was clear from the way the two looked at each other as they danced that any adventures that had led to the state of Miss Goring’s hair had been done with mutual passion. Lord Basilio was a fine enough prospect, just notoriously shy if not a little awkward. He was happy for the gentleman to have found his match.

“Should I tempt further scandal and ask how a young lady such as yourself might even know how one’s hair could be in such a state?” Colin was somewhat shocked by his own words but he did not apologize, curious to hear her answer. Thoughts of Penelope with her hair loose and disheveled from hands running through it haunted him. Her eyes would be bright from the exertion, lips swollen and her chest would heave- he cut off his line of thinking, clearing his throat and taking a much needed sip of his drink.

“I’ve two sisters married, Colin. I’m not so naive. Besides, I challenge anyone to spend more than five minutes in your home and not come across the Viscount and his new Viscountess wrapped up in each other. They gave Eloise and I quite the scare the other day.” She giggled, looking over at the pair who were currently testing the bounds of propriety for even a married couple with how closely they danced.

[polinsated]

I love your fic idea about to wedding night redo. Have you started? 👀

Hello, and thank you. Yes, I have, actually. I've been writing a lot of details and dialogue ideas in my notes. It's so late for me, but I don't want to forget anything. Anyway, here's a rough little piece I've written out...

"I am sorry for my emotions. Once again, I find myself compelled to apologise to you for not allowing you to have the wedding night you deserved, in spite of my anger and worry for you during that time. I wish so much, that we could go back in time and redo that day, Pen."

"Colin..." Penelope presses her finger against his lip, silencing him. "Forgive me for saying so, but you need to stop talking."

Colin's mouth falls open just a bit, and his brow furrows in both shock and wonder at his wife's boldness. His eyes still shine with unshed tears. "But I was only trying to—"

"You do not need to keep apologising."

????? 😊

[indiaalphawhiskey]

🪞A teeny Polin Snippet🪞

And then there was this iteration of Penelope – the one whose once-easy laughter he now had to work for. If he had thought her clever before, it was nothing in comparison to seeing her stripped of that last little bit of softness for him; always en guard and ready to parry at any hint of an opening, this version was sharper, more sarcastic and, frankly, a little bit sexy.

The thought sent a jolt through him. Did he think Penelope Featherington was sexy?

Surely not, he thought with a frown.

She was attractive, of course she was; he’d realized as much sometime around their university days. Something about being away from home, from her mother, from the suffocatingly small society circle they’d both been born into changed something in the way she carried herself and made her more at ease, which may, in turn, have led to a literal drove of other men taking notice. (Eloise had once boasted to Colin that the sheer volume of free shots they’d received the summer Penelope had gone blonde nearly led to repeated bouts of alcohol poisoning.) (Colin much preferred her as a redhead.)

Sexy, though?

He supposed she was, in an esoteric kind of way – sexy as a higher concept, if one would – the same way the Birth of Venus was sexy.

(Was the Birth of Venus sexy? Yes, he decided. A keep-at-arms-length, admired-from-behind-a-velvet-rope, absolutely-no-danger-of-falling-into-bed-together sexy. Platonically sexy. Why couldn’t he stop saying the word ‘sexy’?)

Their cheese platter arrived with enough pomp and circumstance around it to derail his thoughts before he could think himself straight into a concussion. (Thank god.)

[bunnykaye]

Bridgerton 3x02 | How Bright the Moon written by Sarah L. Thompson Script-To-Screen (4/?) (script courtesy of the Writers Guild Foundation Shavelson-Webb Library)

[browneyesandhair]

Incorrect Bridgerton Quotes: Penelope: Colin, I’ve missed you so much as well. I’m glad you’re back in London. Will you be staying for longer? Or do you have more trips planned? Colin: Well, I don’t currently have any plans to leave London by myself. I’m hopeful that in time, I’ll have a wife ready to travel with me. Penelope: A wife? Are you already courting someone? Colin: I just need her to say yes. Penelope: To marriage!? Colin: Eventually, but I’ve yet to get her to agree to court first. Penelope: Who is it? Colin: Well, I’ve yet to ask you, but Penelope, will you do me the pleasure?

Insp: ilamls(soyn)

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“The deal was,” he growled, as he undid the two absurdly well-stitched buttons that had nearly cost Pen her life, “that you would never, ever go inside a burning building!” Sliding her shoulders and arms from her sleeves, he dragged her free of the overgown. “I’ll stay outside, Colin. I’ll just make sure that the women and children are safe,” he said, in a mockery of Pen’s earnest voice. “Hang the bloody Queen and Lady bloody Danbury for being right. I should never have let you risk your life attending fires.” He lifted Pen into his arms, feeling lightheaded. “You are going to breathe, Penelope. Do you hear me?”

Want more heroic Colin Bridgerton and a bit of a Bridgerton mystery? Read Of Fire and Featheringtons on Ao3.

[lillywhitefield]

My asks are open, send me a number 1 to 7 and I'll send you a lil sneak peek of a Polin Week fanfic

[whatabarb]

3 months to go! 😭

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It's been a while since you updated MFL, can we get a snippet at least 🙏🏻

I'm on it, I promise! Here's some, hope you like tutor Colin:

If you notice any typos, no you didn't

[b4itslipsaway]

me: is really excited to post these Polin edits soon 😫 edits PLURAL (so much inspo from them!!!) it’s so much fun to edit Bridgerton because the show is gorgeous and there’s so much to work with.. so many ideas (that I won’t even be able to do until part 2 comes out)