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The Selkie was a rough old pub, only a stone's throw from east London's best brothels and the working men they both served. There wasn't anywhere quite like it though, not with Charlotte running the place and seizing every opportunity she could get - even if it meant making deals with a gangster and setting his favourite barmaid in his sights to keep him sweet.
Penelope had always been taught the Devil would have a handsome face - what she wasn't prepared for is for him to be a gentleman as well.
What does a poor working girl do when a dangerous man offers her what none ever has before: safety.
aka 1890s Barmaid!Penelope x Gangster!Colin
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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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“Look,” he says, his voice low, his eyes cast down. “You’re not, like, wrong, exactly.” His cheeks are flushed a delightful pink, and Penelope thinks, not for the first time, how good he would look in makeup. He has the features for it, cheeks begging for blush and those full lips. Long, fluttering lashes.
“Wh-what?” she stutters, the intoxication of having him this close making her lose it, just a little.
“Since Marina, I can’t… I can’t. You know. Finish.”
Penelope blinks at him. “Um. Okay.” She doesn’t know what to say.
“I kind of have this pretty specific thing I need to happen for me to, you know.” God, he’s still speaking. Colin Bridgerton is talking to her about his orgasm. The negronis are suddenly making themselves known in her limbs and chest. She feels woozy. Are they really talking about this? “And usually I have a way I manage it, but since Marina it’s just not working.” He bites his lip and for the first time since he leaned over the bar, his eyes flicker to hers nervously. “It’s actually making me go a tiny bit insane, I think.”
OR: Colin can't come. Penelope offers to help - as friends, of course.
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22 Apr 2026
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“Well, I heard in town that you were looking for some help digging a well. And I thought I might provide my services.”
Penelope stared at him. “Now why on God’s green earth would you want to do that?” she asked, more bluntly than was perhaps proper for a young lady. “We can’t pay you.” Their father had left them with almost nothing, save this land and the house they were standing on. It was a pretty nice house - better than some of the others in the area - but life was hard.
He shook his head and turned his hat over in his hands. “No, I didn’t expect you could. I hoped you might instead pay me in kind.”
Penelope’s cheeks flushed red and she looked down, her hands smoothing the faded yellow cotton of her day dress. She didn’t suppose he meant what it sounded like he meant, being a gentleman and all, but the idea of Colin Bridgerton taking that sort of payment from her made her cheeks hot.
OR: local cowboy offers to help farmgirl dig a well (aka cowboy colin meets prairie girl pen)
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- Part 1 of Cowboy Colin
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04 Apr 2026
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A Scandalous Soiree by murderbymushrooms
Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn
04 Oct 2023
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Mr and Mrs Bridgerton attend one of Lady Tilley's infamous gatherings.
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- Part 2 of Society Papers' Kinktober '23
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21 Mar 2026
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“Ah, you have some other quarry in mind?” Benedict said, impishly. “A beautiful widow, perhaps? Have you finally decided to take up Lady Trowbridge’s offer?”
Colin cast him an exasperated look, but when he turned his gaze up to the balcony he felt his body grow still and tense. Benedict followed his gaze and laughed softly when he realised what had ensnared his brother’s attention.
“You must be more discreet, Colin,” Benedict admonished him gently. “Really, you will make Lady de Ros the talk of the town if you continue to carry on like this."
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- Part 3 of Society Papers' Kinktober '23
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04 Mar 2026
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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