Been participating in the The Honeymakers Challenge and have written two chapters so far! I have 8 more (or so) to go ^_^
penelope "my husband" bridgerton (wedding singer au)
I also wrote this drabble for a prompt in the "But you're my mess" discord:
Penelope goes down for a drink of water in the middle of the night, Colin is getting a snack, what happens next? What do they say?
"Miss Featherington," Colin said slowly in surprise, though Penelope wasn't sure why he was surprised to see her in the kitchens, seeing as she is the family cook. He had a half-drunk bottle of gin in one hand, while his other was stuffed into the biscuit jar. The shine in his eyes gave away his drunken state as he looked her up and down, saying softly, "a most welcome sight indeed."
Penelope laughed, flustered. She had only come for a glass of water. "Col—Mr Bridgerton,” she corrected herself. “I do believe you are well past your last drink for the night."
"Nonsense, I've only just started," Colin boasted, smiling happily. "Especially as you are now here to join me." He shoved a cookie into his mouth and rummaged through the cupboards for a glass. He poured a generous amount before placing the tumbler in front of Penelope.
"Oh," she floundered, "oh no, I couldn't…"
"Drink," Colin begged softly, a smile in his eyes that Penelope couldn't decipher. "At least indulge me with a sip… for our toast.”
“Toast?” Penelope placed her hands on her hips, arching her brow. “What are we toasting to?”
“Why, my finding you here, of course!” He grinned. “I've been most eager for a moment alone with you, Miss Featherington. Here, I shall find myself another glass." He spun and fumbled clumsily, so uncharacteristically discombobulated that Penelope couldn't help but to smother a laugh against the back of her fist.
At last, Colin turned to her with a triumphant smile, glass in hand. "Are you laughing at me, Miss Featherington?" He grabbed the gin and went to pour his drink, until Penelope stopped him, placing her small hand atop of his.
"I think you will find that you'll have more to drink…" Penelope said with barely restrained mirth, as she delicately turned over the cup in his hand, "...with your glass the right-side up, Mr Bridgerton."
Colin huffed a laugh, his smile boyish and handsome as he leaned down into her space. "A wise assessment as always, Miss Featherington," he whispered, close enough for the heat of his breath to fan against her cheek. "What would I ever do without you?"
"Die of thirst, it would seem," Penelope breathed, looking up into his dark, shining eyes.
"Oh… of that I have no doubt." Colin moved closer, his hand finding her waist and drawing her in.
