#prompt: polin songs

[polinweek]

BONUS Polin Week 2024 has officially begun!

To start, your Day One prompts are:

favourite season 3 scene

Polin songs

[moirindeclermont]

Listen here: Polin Mixtape

[hopepaigeturner]

🎄 Giftmas Day 3: Basket of favourite food. Polin

I saw the prompt and instantly I thought of Polin! A little modern AU.

Enjoy!

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Penelope double-checked the shopping list and surveyed the bags on her kitchen island.

Shortbread—check.

Chocolate Buttons—check.

Greg’s sausage roll—check.

The list went on to include Colin’s favourite cider, the one that their local childhood brewery made; a packet of Moams like the ones they used to chuck to each other like grapes during school breaktimes; a packet microwave popcorn—one sweet and one salty although not to be combined until cooked.

It was a lot of work for a homecoming present, but over the years Penelope had enjoyed assembling the package. Whenever she brought that specific packet of chocolate buttons or baked those brownies it felt like walking through a photo album.

But the best part would be after the gifting. When Colin would take her to a park, or they would camp down in the lounge and share the feast. He would tell raucous adventures in far flung places while Penelope talked about the gossip in her office. Such days she could spend and imagine that they were on a proper date and that she didn’t need to bribe her way into his affections.

Colin was her best friend. Always had been and always would. No matter how much Penelope wished for more.

The doorbell rang.

Penelope checked the time—pointless. Eloise was out with her new boyfriend, and she was seeing Colin tomorrow.

She opened the door.

“Hi.”

“Colin?” Penelope cried, jumping into his arms. She felt his chuckle in her chest as they hugged.

“Hiya Pen.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I got an earlier flight.”

“Whatever for?”

Something flickered on Colin’s face—no, no she was imagining things.

“Always want to keep you on your toes.”

“Oh, but I haven’t got your gift ready!” Penelope gasped, mortified as they entered the flat.

“No worries, I’ve got a surprise.”

“For me?”

“No for Noddy—of course for you—put this on.”

He handed her a black mask, like the ones given out on long-haul flights.

“A blindfold?”

“Trust me?” She looked up at him. His eyes had always sparked with mischief, but that spark could never outweigh the calm blue hue of his iris.

“Ofcourse.”

He led her out her and into a car and they drove. Penelope tried to count the turns but gave up and peppered Colin with questions.

“Patience woman! Let me do something nice for you for once.”

That shut her up. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something for her.

Eventually they pulled up somewhere and Colin helped her out the car and through another door. She heard the ‘ting’ of the lift. He took off her blindfold and Penelope was affronted by a set of stairs. She turned to him; Colin shrugged.

“I thought it would be safer.”

Penelope didn’t give it a second thought and ascended. Although she did notice his fingers rhythmically tapping on the handrail as they climbed. Typically, she could guess which song the beat belonged to but there seemed to be no correlation today.

Finally, they reached a door and Penelope opened it and gasped.

They were on a roof at least ten stories up, looking over Hyde Park. Her dream location.

In the centre was a beautifully decorated basket filled with some very familiar items.

“Colin?” she whispered, turning to him. Colin squirmed under her gaze, blushing.

“It’s for you.”

Penelope walked forward and crouched to look through the basket. Some were shared memories, like Moams or Chocolate Buttons. But then there was some ginger beer in the fancy bottle little teashops always used—her favourite. A packet of Wotsits—her favourite. Colin the Caterpillar (her birthday cake for over two decades). And dip-dabs and little macarons from Laduree and fruit winders and…

Every single item revolved around her. That included the Prosecco chilling ina bucket rather than champagne.

“What are we celebrating?” she asked.

“You.” She turned and found Colin on her knees next to her, looking a little sick. “It’s all for you, Pen. My Pen.”

Penelope’s breath caught. He had called her that since she was seven years old, but in that precise moment it held a whole new meaning.

She stared, wordless, as words tumbled out of Colin’s mouth.

“A couple nights ago some veteran backpacker—at least in his fifties—joined our group for dinner. H spent the entire evening just…cracking open the world to us far better than all our travels had done.  At one point he asked our opinion for the reason men gaze at the horizon. We all piped in about yearning for adventure, or reaching new depths of life, but he waved all our answers away. He said that men look at the horizon because they are looking for home. He explained that while the world is a vast mystery ready to be explored, deep down in one’s soul there is only one calling—a calling for home.  And the horizon reminds man where his home is, the one place he yearns to belong.” He took her hands in his. “The next morning I stood and looked out to the horizon and all I thought about, all my heart yearned for…was you.”

Penelope could barely breathe; she could only drown in his words and the soulful expression in his eyes.

“And I realised that for far too long I have been lost, for far too long I have been blind. I have scoured the earth for the very thing that was right in front of me. The one person who is the best thing in my life. The one person who features in my favourite adventures. The one woman who has always had my heart.”

He brought their clasped hands to his heart. Through the fabric of his t-shirt Penelope could just make out the rapidity of his heartbeat. Another rhythm she knew so well.

. “I know I will never be able to make up for all the kindness you have shown me, but this,” he gestured to the basket, “is my offering. A slim offering that does nothing to convey the depth of my feelings for you. The depths…the depths of my love for you Pen.”

In the distance a siren swelled down the street, the wind rippled around them, but Penelope did not feel the chill.

“You love me?”

Colin flinched at her tone and mistook it for disgust rather than disbelief,

“You do not have to say anything back, you do not—”

“But I love you.” He halted, mouth gaping. Penelope shuffled forward and cupped his face. “I have loved you for years Colin Bridgerton. It’s about time you caught up.” Then ever so gently she kissed him.

Penelope’s heart swooped, like a bird dropping off a cliff, rushing towards the sea before suddenly, at the last moment, banking and rising high, high, high into the sky. Her heart continued its trajectory as Colin kissed back with unrelenting passion. Her hands went to his hair as his went around her waist.

And just like their first conversation, their first hug, their first dance at prom and the first time they greeted each other in an airport—it felt as natural as the sun setting along the horizon behind them.

But they weren’t looking at the horizon. They had no need to ever look at it again.

[flamedork]

it's polin week, friends. one of today's prompts is polin songs, so i am once again shoving my (newly renamed) playlist down your throats

[tonksiefea]

I beg you

hey so like former emo trash here but like I have two songs I need polin videos for but I HATE editing.... violently soooo help?

Curse of curves by cute is what we aim for

Grand theft autumn/Where is your boy tonight? Fall out boy (With debling)

And there's more but Those would kill me I'd for sure swap them for like a fic prompt or like anything I'm capable of?

[thekatebridgerton]

TheKateBridgerton 2021 Au Masterlist

So, as of today, my blog has more than 2300 posts, and its been running since Dec 2020, recently an anon asked me which was my favorite au from the ones I've posted, this made me realize that...wow I need a file to keep track of all of them so behold, here it is, my au masterlist.

from oldest to newest, lets take a trip down my blog memory lane shall we?

Because the Picture went Viral, modern Philoise oneshot

All is fair in love and law, modern Kanthony au-prompt

The Devil Wears Danbury- my multicouple Devil Wears Prada au-prompt

Governess Eloise convo (ft missielynne) part 1

Governess Eloise convo (ft missielynne) part 2

Governess Eloise convo (ft missielynne) part 3

Bridgerton superhero au- pictures and superpowers

Bridgerton superhero au, actual story prompt

Vampire diaries Klaroline au prompt

Colin and Benedict switch plotlines prompt

Modern Anthony and Gregory switch plotlines prompt

Modern Kanthony flowershop au prompt

Eloise does one rebellious thing au prompt

Kanthony colorblind soulmate au prompt

Bridgerton Hogwarts Houses au prompt

Polin (but make it all the other 7 Bridgerton books) au prompts

Bridgerton Couples if they had tiktok prompt

Polin Drabble, Romancing Lady Whistledown

Bridgerton couples as barbie movies

Bridgerton couples haunted house au pt 1

The Bridgerton as the 8 deadly sins au

Bridgertons as mythological creatures crack au

Philoise Sound of Music, mini drabble

Polin, Soulmark Aesthetic au Prompt

Haunted house au pt 2, how it ends

Crack Jofranchel polyamory post #1

Jofranchel polyamory au post #2

Christmas Songs aesthetics: Kanthony

Christmas Songs Aesthetics: Benophie

Christmas Songs Aesthetics, Polin

Christmas Songs Aesthetics: Saphne

Christmas Songs Aesthetics: Philoise

Share a dream with your soulmate, Philoise Au

Michael Befriending Penelope Au

You know for a year in the life of yours truly, those aus aren't so shabby. Maybe I'll revist some of them sometime later.

Up next: My masterlist of Aus posted in 2022.

(Ps: to Anon, from the 2021 list, the superhero au was my favorite, followed by the polin soulmark au and the haunted house au)

[lavellenchanted]

1 (for the fake dating fic of course 😇) 8 and 10!

1. Share a song that makes you think of the Steggy fake dating fic

Oooh that is a very good question and honestly there are lots, but what instantly sprung to mind was Friends Don't by Maddie & Tae because, I mean, come on:

I keep telling myself this might mean nothing/but one look in your eyes and, God, there's something/you can lie to me and say you don't/but I know you do/and I love you too

8. What projects are you currently working on?

Ummmm, I am have so many WIPs it's ridiculous and I am also conscious that I need to start working on things for Steggy week but the main ones I'm noodling on when I'm in the mood are:

Steggy fake daking

Edwina/Friedrich post Bridgerton S2

Thor/Sif Endgame AU

Lucaya Senior Year

While You Were Sleeping AU featuring mine and @jedbartlet's OCs

There are also a few ideas that I've not actually written anything for but have thought about so much I feel like I'm working on them lol.

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Oh, so many of them. I can never tell what people will respond to and ones I've been really proud of have gotten hardly any attention while others I wasn't sure were great have gone down really well.

I'm still blown away by the incredible response I've had to the Polin fics I wrote in response to some prompts, and even the Steggy fake dating one was a surprise - I dashed off the first installment fairly quickly because I was running late to get something up for that day of Steggy week and did not expect people to be so enthusiastic about reading more!

fic writer asks

[beth-march]

Uuuum hello. I saw you were taking prompts and I had this idea stuck in my head for Polin but I lack the talent to write. So I thought I’d give it a try to see if it inspires you. It’s literally just Suburban Legends with Polin but maybe (if possible) with a Happy ending? It’s just that this song always makes me think of them.

Hello! I can mould any Taylor song to Polin so this is a good assignment for me. I think this Suburban Legends is appropriate for them, especially with lyrics like I broke my own heart ’cause you were too polite to do it.

Of course I will write a happy ending for them, I am incapable of anything else. I will add this to my list. Thank you for your request! <3

[pen-colinpromptsandfanfics]

Colin Prompt: Songfic prompt. Polin x Everything has changed by Taylor Swift

'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello"  And your eyes look like comin' home

After two long years, his eyes met Penelope’s across the room. And his entire world shifted. 

All I know is a simple name And everything has changed All I know is you held the door

He didn’t know what exactly had changed. All he knew was that everything had changed. 

You'll be mine and I'll be yours All I know since yesterday Is everything has changed

everything has changed by taylor swift is a polin song

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[your3fundamentaltruths]

the pen's in my hand - 21. you haunt me when I'm dreaming

Set in the TV writers AU. You can find it on AO3.

“You bloody well know what my issues with Michael are,” he snaps, leaning toward her, too many old-fashioneds deep to bite his tongue like he’s been doing for what feels like forever.

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Happy Polin Week to those who celebrate! Posting this for Day 5: Modern AU.

For a prompt from many moons ago: "when I picture you with your new lover I get angry, and then sad, then kinda horny. (I miss you)" for pen/Colin. Title is from Camila Cabello’s “Cry for Me”.

This one goes out to @thesushimonster, who submitted the prompt, and Vilindeer for mentioning the song the title is taken from in a comment on I think I’ve seen this film before (and I didn’t like the ending).

[polinweek]

Can't believe we are now on the seventh and final day of Polin Week, Dearest Readers 💚

Your Day Seven prompts are:

Hopes for Season 3

Polin Songs

[the-mini-muse]

Polin Drabble - Yearn 

Yearn

There were many things in life that Penelope knew that she was destined for and many more so that she was NOT destined for.  The best example, of course, among the very, very long list of things she is not destined for in this life is to love and be loved in return by the ever charming Colin Bridgerton. 

Oh but how she yearned for those lovely green eyes to glance her way, for that handsome face to ever so slightly tilt when he looks down and she knew that she had his full attention when they conversed, for those strong hands when he guides her during their dances. It brings about such exhilarating and warm feelings - some she could not identify other than her body’s reaction to his nearness. Her heart would race and her breath would feel caught - and she could feel goosebumps on her arms and she just wanted to be even closer to his person. A sirens song if there was ever such a thing and one that she cannot help but follow.

She yearns for situations imagined fueled by romantic tales from books she can only live vicariously by but where he is the main male protagonist and she his lady love. Here they fall in love and live happily ever after a million different times and in a million different ways. A life imagined with her love, her dear Colin.

A life that is gone in a blink of an eye and she is once again alone. Breathing. Existing. The sun rises and sets in a world where Colin Bridgerton will one day love another - maybe as fiercely as she loves him.

After so many years of her unrequited love being her constant companion, Penelope has accepted that these yearnings will never come into fruition. She would be a spinster - one who has not once gotten a male caller upon her door much less be kissed tenderly nor passionately. These sad musings make her heart ache but she can never stray from him for long for when he comes home from his trips does the world seem brighter and life in general seem to move with such brilliant song. Her heart just sings Colin…Colin Bridgerton…beloved. 

So Penelope as always sits here by her window with a book on her lap looking out into the world in hopes for his return while her thoughts create elaborate worlds to help ease her yearning. 

a/n

For the Quick One Word Polin Prompt: https://the-mini-muse.tumblr.com/post/684037411383148544/quick-one-word-polin-prompts

I will also update Chapter 4 on AO3. I'm not a writer - just a voracious reader so please ignore grammatical errors on my part :)

[silverhallow]

Ash’s Masterlist 2.0

** 🔞Please be aware this blog is not suitable for minors - proceed at your own risk 🔞 **

I’ve rejigged my Ao3 account so decided it was best to do this again

You can send in requests via message, I will try my best to get through them but I do have a full time job & A part time job also (I work like 70 hours a week…)

I will usually share lists of prompts or pin them when I am accepting them ❤️ or ill link there here if I am accepting specifics

✨ prompts are closed✨

I have read all 8 Bridgerton books, but you’re damn right… the majority of my fics will be Benophie and kanthony fics

Please note I will not accept prompts about the joint AU I have with May…

My asks are always open if you want to chat Benophie or Bridgerton or Anything ❤️ I don’t bite. (Unless you ask me to)

I have a number of series now as I’ve moved stuff around and hopefully made it easier to navigate my over 100 Bridgerton fics (I have issues)

IN PERPETUUM ET UNUM DIEM (forever and a day ) - written with @fact-fictionx

Oxford University is a Bridgerton hub; for as long as they can remember, every Bridgerton went to Oxford. With Edmund and Violet's children beginning to grow up and settle into their future, join them as they follow in their parents footsteps and attempt to navigate family, friends, studying, and love.

BABY BRIDGERTONS

A series of works set in Regency periods and canon to the books. Starts with a large fic for each of the couples (Kanthony, Benophie and Saphne are complete for their first child Polin is a WIP) one shots are included in this Aries as well - Does contain explicit content

BRIDGERTON ENTERPRISES AU

Join the Bridgerton’s in the 21st Century. All’s Fair and Wildest Dreams are my pride and joy and my biggest fics to date. All’s Fair is a modern retelling of TVWLM snd Wildest Dreams is AOFAG. Single stores will be included in this as each cannon couple makes their appearances - Does contain explicit content

BRIDGERTON ENTERPRISES AU DELETED SCENES

A series of deleted scenes from BE AU. Does what it says on the tin… - does contain some VERY explicit content read the tags folks

BENOPHIE MARRIED LIFE PROMPTS

Prompts and little pieces of work dedicated to my king and queen. All strictly T and below May or may not have Benophie Babies included in some of the prompts

SMUTTY BRIDGERTON PROMPTS

🔥does what it says on the tin. M rated and E rated prompts only. Explicit sexual content. READ THE DAMN TAGS FOLKS.

BRIDGERTON FLUFFY PROMPTS

After something cute and adorable… this is where you need to look ❤️ nothing about a T rating here folks

BRIDGERTON SONG FICS

Again does what it says on the tin

ANGSTY BRIDGERTON PROMPTS

Fancy getting your heart torn into pieces? 💋come on in… but you will always find a happy ending

PENWOOD PASTRIES COFFEE SHOP AU

A little Benophie AU which is likely to be expanded on at some point 😂

OBLIVIOUS AU

A little AU of Sophies Dad being alive a few prompts here and there for this one - Benophie only

PRACTICALLY SISTERS AU

Kate Sharma and Sophie Beckett are the best of friends, practically sisters Join them as Edwina decides to meddle in their love lives…

WHAT IF AU

A collection of stories that divert from the canon books... mostly Benophie. some others may get added. Regency Era.

RECONCILIATION ADVENTURES

This is a completed words. saphne centric

[pensbridgrton]

you and me, baby

Bridgerton: Penelope/Colin, 3.5k, modern au (E, one-shot)

Penelope lets him go, but not before shaking her head. “Make sure not to sing too well, or else I’ll have to seduce you and drag you to the bathrooms.”

Or, Colin and Penelope do karaoke... and take a detour to the bathroom.

-

Happy @polinweek ! Written for Day 2′s prompts of “Mirrors” and “Polin Songs”

Read on AO3.

[lukealvezhimboextraordinaire]

Prompt — wearing their lover’s clothes! (also, “can I get my shirt back? ’'no.”)

Philioise 🥰

okay so i tried to fill the bill this time! things get a bit hot at the end but nothing worth an r rating!

let's see philoise + wearing their lovers clothes.

It had taken some convincing on Eloise’s part.

Phillip was a man with a very defined style and that style didn’t involve hoddies - an absolute pity according to Eloise. He liked his cardigans, his pleated pants, and his wingtips. He liked to look good and yet be comfortable and wasn’t here to be ashamed for taking care of his appearance. And really, it was fine. Eloise loved it. The only problem was that Penelope had been bombarding her with snaps of her wearing Colin’s oversized hoodies and although she would never admit it out loud, she was starting to feel the green-eyed monster burning in her chest. Goddammit, she wanted to take cute pics clapped in one of Phillip’s extra-large hoodies and post them on every social media account she owned.

But Phillip was not having it. Not even when she went out of her way to make obvious hints as to how she wanted to steal his clothes. Or rather, how she wanted to be given his clothes.

And really? What was the problem? Eloise had full access to his closet. She could just walk into it and grab whatever she wanted and he would not protest. But he was a smart man and smart men did not engage in couple wars with their girlfriend’s siblings. Especially not with Polin. Because out of every two words Colin said, one was Penelope. And Phillip loved Eloise but he preferred to keep his displays of affection a bit more subtle and he preferred his love confessions to be for Eloise's ears only. Nothing wrong with proclaiming your love and devotion for the woman you were sharing your life with every two sentences, really. But being around Colin was, in all honesty, a bit sickening.

But even if his love language were light, casual touches or his quiet but calming presence or listening to her ramble about her day, that didn’t mean he loved her any less. Where Colin’s love was loud, grandiose, overwhelming, Phillip’s love was quiet, nurturing, gentle. It was waking up to fresh flowers resting on a vase every morning, it was coming home after a long day at work to the table set and dinner ready, it was finding little notes scattered around the house, reminding her to take her keys with her, to drink some water, to drive safely. It was a soft kiss on her cheek every morning before leaving for work, a cup of her coffee exactly like she liked it placed on her hand. It was pressed flowers under her pillow. It was a back rub while they read together in the afternoons. It was books with his favorite parts and quotes underlined showing up on her bedside table randomly - full pages circled with this reminds me of you all over it. It was gentle praise and sincere encouragement. It was words of affirmation. It was a sense of finally belonging, being taken care of, and being put first, of mattering.

Phillip loved Eloise in all the ways she had ever wanted to be loved but didn’t dare to allow herself to yearn for and even in ways she never knew a person could love another person. He understood her silences as well as her words and always seemed to know how to make her feel better. There was something in his presence that never failed to make her feel safe.

There was nothing she could complain about.

But she wanted to take a bloody picture wrapped in one of his shirts and post it, dammit.

And then a brilliant idea crossed her mind.

She would see Penelope’s hoodie and raise it. Go big or go home.

And go big she did, indeed.

Phillip had one of those botanic conferences he loved so much that weekend, which meant she would (practically) have the house for herself. Or at least she would have the house for herself once the twins went to bed. The smart woman she was, Eloise had already crafted a detailed plan to tire them out so much all through the day, that the moment they came back home they would pass out, giving her the time to put her second master plan into action. It was genius if she herself said it.

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The twins had drifted into a peaceful sleep as soon as their heads touched the pillows. The day had been filled with excitement, laughs, and a couple sugar highs that Eloise had made sure to schedule to last until they were on their way home. The plan had almost taken a turn for the worse on the ride home when their eyelids started to flutter. Nothing a good old banger couldn’t avoid. They ended up singing to the top of their lungs to songs Eloise had never heard before walking into those amazing kids’ lives but now she often found herself humming absent-mindedly.

She placed a sweet kiss on the top of their heads and made sure to tuck them in before closing the door quietly and making her way to the bedroom she had come to share with their father.

As much as she would have loved to take her time

Everything was ready; the lights settled to the perfect intensity, the phone resting on the tripod, and the throw pillows placed in a way that only added to the scene. All that she had to do was get in front of the lens. Surprisingly, the hardest part had been to pick the perfect garment to wear. Phillip had such a collection of nice shirts that it had taken Eloise a good twenty minutes to narrow it down to just two and then five more to come up with a winner. The soft baby blue cotton fabric looked very nice against her skin and it even made her eyes stand out so it became an easy pick. Even though the light yellow one was very nice too. Eloise took a mental note to keep it for a late date. Maybe she would have to ask Daphne to keep the twins for a night one of these days.

Eloise tried a couple poses on the mirror before settling for a suggestive yet not very explicit one. Her legs slightly parted, the hem of the shirt covering just about enough skin to allow the word tasteful to be used but to still spark the curiosity about what was (or wasn’t) behind, the first few buttons of the improvised attire open, allowing the valley of her breasts to peak over the lace brasserie, offering a glimpse of what was to come. The wicked smile adorning her features and messy hair the perfect last touches to her ravishing look. The camera snapped once, twice, thrice. Eloise studied the pictures, nodded with satisfaction, and with one last look at them hit sent.

My sunflower: A little something so you don’t forget to think about me tonight;)

Jesus, El, I almost crashed against the wall.

Just so you know, I always think about you.

My sunflower: I hope so.

Is that my shirt?

My sunflower: Maybe?

You little thief.

My sunflower: Do you want it back?

I think you ought to show me if you had stolen more of my clothes.

Like my boxers, for starters….

Eloise didn’t get much sleep that night.

The next morning she made sure to send Penelope a nerdy snap, Phillip’s shirt looking huge on her smaller frame, making her look like she was wearing an oversized dress. Judging by the dry response she got from her best friend, Colin was about to make a trip to the mall to get a couple dressing shirts. The bar had been raised. Hoodies were no longer good enough. It was pressed shirts or nothing now. Good.

Eloise surprised herself by how reluctant she was to take off his shirt. It had been only a day and she already missed him. His laugh, his hugs, his arms lazily thrown over her shoulders as they laid on the couch, the way he wrinkled up his nose with the first sip of tea… she missed having him around and the peace knowing he was close brought her. And it was funny because until that moment the realization of how used she had gotten to having Phillip by her side had not hit her. Their broken souls were two sides of the same coin, joined and twisted and embroiled until they became one.

So she threw a pair of jeans on, tucked the shirt in the pants, and went on and about with her day. The twins didn’t even bat an eye when she descended down the stairs muffled in their dad’s favorite gear. It was almost as if they had been expecting it for a while. In retrospect, they probably had not given it any thought because they were kids, smart kids, but kids and children didn’t tend to have the same worries as adults. For them, sharing clothes didn’t have a special meaning.

And Eloise realized that she should have gone digging into Phillip’s side of the closet a long time ago. Thinking about it, she couldn’t come up with the exact reason why it had gotten her so long to finally do something that had been on her mind for a while.

But Eloise didn’t have much time to dwell on the reasons behind her actions - or lack of them. Because the door sprung open, startling everyone inside, to reveal a smiling Phillip, bag hanging lazing from his shoulder.

“Daddy!” The kids rushed to his encounter, screaming happily, and attached themselves to his legs. He scooped them up, each in one arm, and when he looked up his eyes locked with Eloise’s. A knowing smile immediately overtook his features. Eloise knew that smile knew what it meant. It was the promise of something to come and it never failed to send a wave of heat down her stomach.

“Hi,” he had to lean in slightly to give her a soft kiss on the lips. The kids made disgusted noises and Phillip took it as his cue to let them run free. He watched them disappear up the stairs and only then did he turn his attention back to the brunette, his eyes burning into hers. “Is that my shirt?”

Eloise licked her lips. “Maybe.”

He grinned, closing the distance between them in two long steps, his lips brushing against her neck, tentatively running down her collarbone until they reached the valley of her breasts. The air caught in her lungs. Her eyes closed. And then he stopped. When she opened them again, he was smirking down at her. “Can I get it back?”

Somehow she managed to find the strength to talk. “N-no.”

Phillip grinned evilly. “Not even if I do this?” His fingers teased the hem of the shirt, sending a wave of electricity down her spine whenever they grazed her skin. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he started unbuttoning the shirt, leaving a kiss on every inch of exposed skin.

“If you want your shirt. You are going to have to rip it off of me.” Eloise breathed out. And Phillip's eyes burned with desire and something that looked a lot like a promise.

Let’s just say, the shirt ended on the floor.

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When she came into their bedroom later that night, there was a bag resting on her side of the bed. She looked around for him but he was nowhere to be found. Never one able to resist the temptation of satisfying her curiosity, she looked inside. Tears filled her eyes because there, resting in the bottom of the bag was a brown hoodie. Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, the warm breath against her neck making her hair stand up. "I would give you the world, my sunflower. All you have to do is ask."

It had taken some convincing on Eloise's part. But she never needed to try so hard.

[harmonizingsunsets]

Polin Day 2: Prompt - Polin songs