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The Greatest Experiment by hopeisnear
Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn, Bridgerton (TV) RPF, Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story (TV)
17 Apr 2026
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“I do not know you.”
“Yet I should like to know you.”
Francesca finds that her eyes have already drifted back to her left, back towards Michaela.
“I—” She feels her cheeks paint pink, “Well you should—” She coughs. “Not.”
Michaela just smiles, nonplussed, “I fear your repellant disposition is having the opposite effect, Miss Bridgerton.”
Francesca cheeks redden even further as she rolls her eyes, looking away again, “I told you to—”
“Tell me then, Francesca..” Michaela purrs, turning towards Francesca and stepping closer. Francesca’s neck jerks right back to her at the sound of her voice. Her heels click once, twice. And she teases a small pout, a dangerous gesture indeed, “What mountains must I move to earn favor with you?”
Francesca’s eyes unconsciously fall to Michaela’s lips for a half-second.
And when she looks back up, Michaela's pout transforms into that same damned enigmatic smile.
Holding her gaze steady, seemingly unaffected, Francesca finally suggests,
“Perhaps you can start with Everest.”
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Or, Queen Charlotte decides to spice up this year’s season by adding a jewel to her collection of diamonds.
Francesca/Michaela
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Grief-bound Tension by julie6769
Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn
23 Apr 2026
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Francesca has a hunch, silence is not an option when Michaela Stirling is around. "Have you seen Miss Stirling tonight? Has she gone to bed already?"
"Did Miss Stirling not inform you?" The maid wondered.
"Of what?" She mumbles.
"She has packed her belongings and left." For a moment, the world stills. The candlelight, the soft rustle of the maid’s apron—everything suspends. Francesca cannot move. She cannot think. She can only feel the now familiar, suffocating sense of loss settle over her again. Michael too, must think something is broken in her.
On the far edge of the ton, Michaela sits rigidly in her carriage, watching the night sky blur past the window. She wonders whether John is there watching over her. Grieving is certainly draining, but Michaela cannot help but be consumed by guilt. Guilt for leaving Francesca alone despite her promise to stay in Mayfair. But deeper still, guilt for the quiet flutter she felt when Francesca’s hand touched hers in the parlor. If fleeing to the farthest corner of the earth is what it takes to silence her own wicked mind, then she will flee. Even if it means breaking her promise.