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Francesca plays live piano for a fancy restaurant, which so happens to be the place Michaela decides to bring all her first dates.
Francesca, of course, is very normal about this.
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- Part 1 of always you
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Francesca brushed her hand across Michaela’s forehead. It was hot, far too hot. Sweat formed at her furrowed brow. She looked to be — in pain.
A droplet of water appeared on Michaela’s cheek. And then another.
Francesca was crying. She had not even realized. She wiped her tears from Michaela’s cheek and then from her own.
She counted Michaela's every breath. When it slowed, she counted her heart beats instead.
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or, a harrogate bath / malaria fic
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- Part 4 of canon ficlets
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Michaela reached for Francesca’s skirts, dipping her hands underneath as Francesca eagerly waited to see what would happen. “You want to know what happens next.”
Francesca nodded, too caught up in the moment to move.
“You’ve been so curious lately,” Michaela said, as her fingers began delicately traveling up Francesca’s inner thighs. “You’ve been asking so many questions.”
Michaela leaned forward, putting her lips right next to Francesca’s ear. “Michaela, tell me something naughty. Tell me something wicked.”Or, a Franchaela re-write of When He Was Wicked Chapters 16-17.
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"I thought patients weren't supposed to date doctors?" Francesca argued, confused.
"Good thing you're not my patient, then." Michaela leaned over the desk, tilting her head.
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or: the five trips to the hospital it took francesca and michaela to get together -
you take me in your arms and suddenly there’s sunlight all around me by perseph0ne_13
Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV)
18 May 2026
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“...Good knights are seen, and not heard.”
It’s such an absurd statement that Michaela barked out an indignant laugh, hand coming up to rest on her chest. She thinks she preens under her gaze, seemingly proud that she was able to make her laugh with such a sentence.
However, hearing her speak for the first time, Michaela thinks she understood, now, why she was silent for such a long time. She took a careful step forward, bringing her hand up to her metal visor. “May I?” Michaela asked gently, “I just want to see something.”
The knight cleared her throat, “Do I have a choice?”
“Of course you do,” Michaela answered, pulling her hand back a fraction. “You can say no and I will move on. I was just curious.”
She heard the knight swallow harshly, the metal of her armor squeaking when she nodded her head after a terse moment. “Okay,” She said, voice quiet. “You may, Your Highness.”
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Or, There's a new knight in the Queen's Guard, and Michaela is determined to get to know them.