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Modern Polin Love Story 💗 FIC UPDATED - 23/12/24 (Grammar and story updated a little with some extras) Penelope hasn't been in contact with Colin Bridgerton for four years, her relationships with the Bridgerton's had became strained after her 18th birthday. Eloise was drifting away and she finally found her independence... Until, She receives an invitation to her old friend's wedding and new feelings and old feelings come to light. Will Italy be the destination of dreams, failures or love? Penelope has changed, and everyone is going to notice. It was now or never.

Penelope Featherington is graduating from Oxford and after a long six years of ruthless studies (and hardly any decent sex) she finds herself at a loss with substandard men who are lacking in the 'satisfaction' requirements. However, when she gets a call regarding a new job opening that seems perfect for her, things seem to be looking up... But after a night in a swanky new club in London, she finds herself in a rather peculiar situation as the man who completely blew her mind last night is sitting opposite her in the hiring chair. Oops - that old (Sleeping with the boss but didn't know he was your boss) trope. This is a Penthony story - do not read if you do not like this ship. It is a one shot right now; however I may continue in future.

How Colin's careless words threaten to ruin the very fabric of his relationship with Penelope.

Five Times Colin Bridgerton Put His Wife Before Food and One Time He Didn't. Or a brief history of Penelope, Colin, and food. A Bridgerton Fanfiction (COMPLETE). This was written far before season 3, so if the details don't match up, that's why. This was a request fic for someone who wanted something involving Colin's love for Penelope... and for food. She wanted it fluffy, sensual, and sexy. I hope I hit the marks while keeping it clean... apart from relentless horniness, innuendo, and euphemisms, of course.

After a night of wonder under flowers and fireworks, Penelope Featherington thought she was on top of the world. Things seemed to go perfectly for once in her life. Until, her best friend discovers something she's been hiding for years. And to top it all off she overhears a conversation she was never meant to hear. And for the first time in her life Penelope truly feels like she's alone in the world. Penelope must look inside herself and decide once and for all if she will continue her usual wallflower ways or if it's time for her to step into the spotlight and claim the life she has always dreamed of having. Colin Bridgerton was, in his own estimation, perfectly happy being single. He enjoyed the occasional dance with the beautiful debutantes and his charming ways lead him to be quite a flirt. However he knew deep down it meant nothing. He was not in search of a wife, in fact he wasn't even ready to entertain the idea of finding one. He did however find himself involved in a rather deep and genuine friendship with one, Miss Penelope Featherington. But when his own foolish remarks threaten to ruin there relationship forever, he must decide whether he can let her go or if there is maybe something he hadn't seen in her before. Could Prince Charming (or rather Mr. Charming) truly set aside his rakish ways for one wallflower? Or will the secrets she's hiding tear them even farther apart? What happens when a wallflower blossoms?

Old Fic of mine edited (Story hasn't changed.. just fixed with a little more detail; fixed grammar etc) Re-edit done & Completed. Enjoy ❤️ -*- She stuck her key in the ignition and heard her phone buzz. Colin: Hey Pen, Eloise just told me you're coming this weekend for the summer! It feels like a lifetime since I've seen you. I know things have been really weird for us over the past few years... but I'm really looking forward to seeing you. I mean it. I hope you're well... Col xx She slammed her head against the steering wheel and let out a large sigh. Well that confirms it, she thought... Summers fucked. -*-

Friends can be there for each other from childhood to adulthood but when feelings start to rise who will make the first move.... Colin and Penelope have been friends since they can remember but what happened one evening whilst attending one of ton's balls will leave you burning for more.... A simple first kiss in a darken corner of the Queen's garden could change this friendship into something called love? Do they both feel the same or is it one sided? Colin is known to enjoy flirting with the women among the Ton whilst his friend Penelope watches on the side lines, taking in all the glitz, gossip and glam of such evenings.

After the unfortunate events at her mama's ball, Penelope had decided it was time for her to leave London. As she heard Colin uttered disparaging words about her towards his friends, Penelope had lost her respect towards the man she had silently loved all these years. As if that is not enough, her dearest friend Eloise had found out her identity as Lady Whistledown and had broken off their friendship not without saying harsh and hurtful words towards her. Now without reason to be fond of high society, Penelope Featherington decided to leave the country and settle down for good in Scotland. Until an accident happens.

"Honestly, it's already a disaster that he is oblivious. But Penelope, you pretending to pine over someone else when we all know it's Colin you're in love with? That's chaos!" Eloise rants. "He asked for a name, El! Should I have replied his?" Penelope says, planting her head on her palms. "We are friends, you know that." She doesn't speak her mind as she thinks, 'I don't count. I'm his friend, so I don't count.' -- They could cross that line. Maybe. Perhaps. Penelope isn't entirely sure. No, she knows they can't. So, she just reads her books, imagining hundreds of love stories that aren't hers. They hurt less.

"I like your warmth, stupid Magna." Luck mumbles sleepily. "If it bothers you, you can shove me off anytime..." It comes as easy as breathing. Luck's body pressed against his like this, their limbs tangled with each other's, and his rough, calloused hand holding a smaller, slender one. It's just like how things always are between them. It's just like Luck barreling into his room, shocking him out of his slumber. It's just like Luck toying with an empty pudding container, then running away from incoming fireballs. It's just like Luck running without looking back, with full trust in him being able to keep up. Magna should've known, really. It all comes naturally, like two halves of one whole. It all comes effortlessly, like mana to a mage and like static sparks to flickering embers. It all comes as easy as breathing, the way his heart beats steadily for this boy in his arms that took his hand so earnestly and hasn't let go ever since. Magna is hopelessly in love with his best friend, but he'll never tell him that. Or: The five times Magna hides something from Luck and the one time he doesn't.