FckUGallagher



Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark 89

    Tags
    Summary

    "Will you two — can you behave tonight?" Eloise says, exasperation in her voice and her nose scrunched up.

    Colin wears an innocent face. "I can't think what you mean. Penis and I always behave."

    "I swear to God —" Penelope hisses, plonking the wine down hard on the counter. "You both have to stop with that —"

    "I mean it!" Eloise exclaims as she goes over to the large bowl of salad on the side and begins to toss it aggressively. "None of your usual Pen-and-Colin shit, please. Edwina's bringing someone new, and I want him to think we're… normal." She sighs, shoulders sagging. "Normal-ish. Normal enough that he doesn't run screaming." Her eyes narrow. "And if I'm honest I'd rather avoid another evening of you two bitching at each other."

    "We don't bitch," Colin insists, though they do, in fact, bitch. "Penelope is my dearest friend."

     

    OR: Eloise throws a dinner party. Penelope and Colin cannot behave themselves

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    8,366
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    100
    Kudos:
    721
    Bookmarks:
    89
    Hits:
    5,900

    17 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 74

    Tags
    Summary

    When you can’t take your bestie out to celebrate Galentine’s, what is a boy to do?

    ————

    “They wouldn’t let me book because I’m a man! Bloody stupid. I mean… so… just because Pen’s best friend is a man, she’s not allowed to go to the friends' event? That’s discrimination against Penelope!” Colin protests.

    “She could just go with Eloise, her actual best friend,” Greg suggests but Colin shoots him a murderous look of betrayal. “Or… not,” he backtracks.

    —————

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    8,398
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    81
    Kudos:
    467
    Bookmarks:
    76
    Hits:
    2,821

    14 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 60

    Tags
    Summary

    "When?" Colin asks, running his hand through his hair. "When were you going to tell me who you were?"

    "What—what are you talking about?" Penelope raises a brow.

    His fingers turn open the file on the table. Her name. Her picture. Everything about her life is right there is front of her.

    How did he…?

    "When were you going to tell me that you are an FBI agent?"

    The one where Penelope Featherington is an FBI agent who falls in love with her target: mob leader Colin Bridgerton.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    8,558
    Chapters:
    1/4
    Comments:
    33
    Kudos:
    273
    Bookmarks:
    60
    Hits:
    3,104

    11 Feb 2026

  4. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    "I have needs," he blurts out, and then his face does something awful, crumbling almost, before he catches and rights it out of habit. "Fuck. That came out wrong. I don't mean—I'm not—" His hands are shaking. "I need help, Pen. And I think you might be the only person I trust enough to ask."

    Colin asks. Penelope gives. Neither of them is prepared for what happens when the structure starts to fail.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    22,410
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    84
    Kudos:
    524
    Bookmarks:
    109
    Hits:
    6,152

    10 Feb 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 94

    Tags
    Summary

    "Now," the boy (Colin, Colin, Colin) says, as he eases himself to his feet languorously, so he looms and teeters upon the wall. Penelope's breath catches in her throat — she stares up at him in frozen terror as he reaches a long arm out to snatch the top of the cherry tree, his body bowing elegantly into the nothingness of open air. One wrong move and he will tumble, she is sure of it. "Penelope with the Greek name and lovely face and hair like fire," (Penelope wonders if she might die from blushing), "if I throw you down some of the sweetest cherries from the top of the tree," (he begins to pluck and twist the green stems, the branches shaking precariously), "the ones the sun has kissed to perfect ripeness, the kind of cherries you have never tasted before in your life," (he pops one in his mouth and gives the rest of his speech pouted around it), "even as the daughter of a duke who always tastes the very best of everything — well, do you think you might favour me with a smile?"

    Oh, she thinks (for even at fourteen she is decisive; knows her mind well). I am in love.

     

    On the day she finds out she is to be married, Penelope falls in love

    Renaissance Era AU

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    25,476
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    138
    Kudos:
    476
    Bookmarks:
    94
    Hits:
    4,726

    03 Feb 2026