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After the death of her beloved cousin, Michaela Stirling arrives at her new home to claim her inheritance. Francesca, her cousin’s widow, tends to keep to herself, preferring the comfort of the shadows. On one particularly dark night, Michaela uncovers a horrifying truth: Francesca is a vampire.
Desire pulls them toward one another, but guilt and fear keep them apart. They must choose to either turn away from temptation or offer themselves up to it completely.
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For Franchaela Week 2025 Day 2: Catholic Guilt/Forbidden Romance
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12 Jan 2026
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“Ugh, forget the dress,” Francesca said, finally breaking their kiss, much to Michaela’s disappointment.
“We can retire to the bedroom if you’d like,” Michaela suggested, thinking it was the most sensible option.
“No. I need you now.”
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Michaela has been far too busy as the new Countess of Kilmartin and Francesca can't take it anymore.Bookmarked by subordinate
12 Jan 2026
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Alli gives a love letter to Willow…
How things can develop between an anxious² and an avoidant, whose bad at feelings?
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12 Jan 2026
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But it's not like me (to just say what I feel) by azuretimegissing
Fandoms: Brawl Stars (Video Game)
09 Jan 2026
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Janet loves it when Melodie watches her fly.
She also loves it when Melodie makes her soar.
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It wasn’t that Maze didn’t often show affection. In fact, it was the opposite. She’d show affection in all the little ways she knew how – a glance here, a softened remark there, doing something nice when she thought no one was looking.
But now, Maze buries her face into her shoulder, her breath skittering across Eve’s neck as she relaxes into her hold. Eve places her hands over hers, where they wrap around and cross over her stomach, fingers trailing a gentle pattern along them.
“Maze?” she asks softly, not moving from the demon’s grip. “What’s wrong, honey?”
It’s a few, long moments before she gets a response, broken only the rapid heartbeats against her back. “Nothing,” she finally mumbles gruffly, the word muffled by the way she hides in the back of her shirt.
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