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One-shots of Francesca Bridgerton and Michaela Stirling getting down and dirty.
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25 Mar 2026
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"Bridgerton! Drills now!"
Francesca's eyes never left Michaela's. "I must go back," she turned to John “See you tomorrow?”
"Absolutely," he replied.
"I- I hope we meet again, Michaela," she turned and walked back to the court.
She made it three steps before glancing back.
Michaela was still watching her. Still smiling that slow, warm smile.
Francesca walked into a teammate. "Sorry, sorry, I wasn't-" She kept walking.
Beside her, John was silent for a long moment. Then: "So."
Michaela tore her gaze away. "So what?"
"Nothing." But he was grinning. "Absolutely nothing. Just don’t make my friend there forget how to function, be nice."
“When was I everything but nice to a pretty girl?”
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24 Mar 2026
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When Francesca entered the living room extremely late at night, she didn't expect to see Michaela sitting on the floor. She knew she couldn't blame her. After all, she was clutching a pillow tightly against her chest, her doe-like eyes brimming with tears.
Francesca finds Michaela grieving, and it spurs wicked desires from within her.
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- Part 1 of How to (Badly) Deal with Grief, and Then Not So Badly: Franchaela AU
- Part 4 of Franchaela: Franscesca x Michaela
- Part 156 of Completed Works 3
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24 Mar 2026
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“How was dinner with the Lords?” Francesca asks, hooking a finger beneath Michaela’s chin and tipping her face upward until their eyes lock onto each other.
“You cannot don such a garment,” Michaela replies, her voice deep with desire, “and then expect me to answer such a trivial question.”
Francesca merely rolls her eyes in amusement while she reaches back to the ribbon that is securing her hair in a loose braid. In a smooth motion, she pulls it away and runs her fingers through her honey-brown locks, letting them spill loose over her shoulders.
“It is not trivial. I care to know very much,” Francesca says. “But if you are quite so distracted…” Her fingers find the tie of her robe, drawing it loose, allowing the fabric to part just enough to get her point across, “then I suppose we may speak of it later.”
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After spending a long night apart, Michaela unwinds as Francesca tends to her needs in the best way she knows how.
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24 Mar 2026
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a lil snippet of a francesca/michaela fanfic i'm working on. not sure where to start it so have this. Will upload the fic separately when i finally write the rest of it
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17 Mar 2026