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    In a world where the marriage ritual leaves a permanent mark on you, the word that reflects your match’s first impression of you appears in your skin.

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    Penelope had known since she was eight years old who she would marry. She had heard stories about him, how brave and noble he was, and spent her whole life in love with the boy in the picture.

    Something that had never crossed Penelope’s mind, however, was the possibility that Colin Bridgerton would be disappointed upon meeting her.

    “Speak now, Penelope, with clarity and conviction. What is the word, bestowed upon you by the gentleman ordained as your match, that defines you in his eyes?”

    The celebrant’s voice suddenly felt like a distant hum, her vision blurred by the tears welling up in her eyes. On her wrist, visible to anyone close enough to read it, was written her word with golden letters.
     

    Shallow.

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    On a season 3 rewatch, it's obvious Lord Holley is skulking around looking for gossip. We know Colin's position on Lady Whistledown, but what would he make of another expert gossip weighing in on his romance? Set in a non-canon season 4-5 time frame.

     

    It was possible the man was not familiar with children. Some men simply did not take an interest. Perhaps he looked at Elliot and had no idea he was bigger than a newborn. Colin knew every date of importance in his son’s life, but he did not expect others to recall his birthday.

    Holley looked baffled, and tapped at his lips with a handkerchief. “Ah, but have you not been married these past two years, sir?”

    They had invited this man to their engagement party. He had been at the wedding. Colin didn’t want to be unkind to a man clearly showing signs his memory was failing him, but it smacked of disrespect to include him and have him not even know what he was doing there. It felt rather abusive to bring this poor man out of his comforts and away from the caregivers who protected him in his infirmity. He had been old when Colin had first met him, but he didn’t think this concern had been mentioned directly.

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    'My husband used to write me long love letters as well.'

    Colin flinched, the pen slipping from his hand at the sound of her voice. The housekeeper stood over him, holding onto a silver tray.

    ‘I beg your pardon?’ he said.

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    Although Colin sends letters like clockwork, he receives no reply from his friend, Penelope Featherington.

    Is this what it feels like to lose one's mind?

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    A short one-shot inspired by a tweet about Polin cuddling fics

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    One night in Penelope and Colin's lives after John's untimely demise

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    "I think we should move in together."

    Penelope went silent. Colin was rubbing the back of her shoulders, up her neck.

    "...Why?" 

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