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In which Penelope, Hope, Lizzie, and Josie are thrown into various one-shot prompts (some AUs) that I can hopefully do justice to.
Mix of Posie, Hizzie, Henelope, Pizzie, etc.
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It's my first fic work so bear with me :)
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Francesca Bridgerton of the Noble Order of the Garter is trained for vigilance, duty, and defense. She is not prepared for Lady Michaela Stirling, whose quiet laughter, sharp wit, and unexpected warmth threaten to tear through every layer of Francesca’s carefully built armor.
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"Are we really not talking about the kiss?" Francesca asked suddenly.
Michaela reeled, visibly caught off guard. Her hand tightened around her glass. "I thought we decided to be friends," she said slowly.
"We did. We are."
"Do you kiss your friends?"
Francesca looked down at the table. "No."
"Me either," Michaela said, breathing out a laugh.
"I've never wanted to," Francesca said quietly. "Until now."
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Michaela doesn't do relationships, and Francesca is closeted. Friends with benefits it is.
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“And you must be?”
The corner of Michaela’s mouth quirked again as she clearly waited for something. It took far too long for Francesca to realize that Michaela was waiting on her. Francesca felt her mouth open, but no words came out. The question was a simple one, but the answer to it was not.
Who was she?
She was so many things, so many people, all wrapped up in one. And she’d never be able to share the full truth. Not with anyone. Not even her family.
Michaela clearly found her inability to speak amusing. The quirk of lips transformed into a smile, and something hot and syrupy and wonderful zipped through Francesca at a speed she was only capable of in flight, with clouds between her knees and endless skies in front of her.
“I- I’m, uh- Francesca. Francesca Zor-”
Anthony cleared his throat hastily and glared at Francesca out of the corner of his eye.
Rao, she’d almost said her real name.
“-Bridgerton. Francesca Bridgerton is my name,” Francesca finished, letting out an awkward, tittering laugh.
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OR the Franchaela/Supercorp AU no one asked for and that i could not get out of my brain!
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“We’re friends, right?”
“That’s your question?”
“No, it’s, it’s part of it. It’s more of a proposition, really. We’re friends. Close friends. We do a lot of things for each other. You’re very, uh, honest, with me. So, in the spirit of friendship, and honesty, and learning, and all that is good in the world, could I, um, practice… on you?”
Michaela covers her face with her hand.
“Practice… on me… with the strap?”
“Yes.”
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Francesca asks her best friend Michaela if she can strap her for practice.
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The subtext of you by staticsapphic
Fandoms: Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn, Bridgerton (TV), Franchaela - Fandom
18 Sep 2026
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Francesca has spent her life walking a perfectly straight line. As her university's youngest literature professor, she hides behind academic theory and her syllabus. But when a rare impulse leads to a breathless, anonymous one-night stand, her structured world begins to crack.
She assumes her secret is safe… until she walks into her 9:00 AM seminar on the first day of term and finds the confident woman from the very night before is her student.
Michaela is everything Francesca is not: unfiltered, unapologetic, and dangerous to Francesca's carefully guarded boundaries.
From the moment she comes to terms with her professor on the podium, the lecture hall becomes a battleground of double meanings, stolen glances, and agonizing proximity. Hidden beneath their sharp academic debates lies a consuming passion.
Caught between strict discipline and an "unlawful longing," Francesca must decide whether to protect her hard-earned career or give in to a love that might finally teach her how to truly live.
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Francesca can survive falling for her student. Telling the Bridgertons she's fallen for a woman? That's a different story.