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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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25 Jun 2026
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John gives Francesca his number, except he writes down Michaela's instead. Francesca texts the number without realizing she's talking to Michaela, not John. Confusion ensues.
a texting fic
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21 Jun 2026
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Mina never wanted Momo to be popular.
It would have ruined her plans.
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21 Jun 2026
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Thursdays were for Mina. She’d bring flowers and a bottle of fancy wine, a small grin on her lips as Jihyo opened the door, stepping aside to let her in.
Fridays were for Sana. Her hands inside the black leather jacket pockets, brown sparkly eyes hidden behind sunglasses she used even at nighttime. Her smile meant trouble no matter how inoffensive her posture looked.
But Satudays… Saturdays were for whoever knocked on the door first.
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18 Jun 2026
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“Alicent this is—” Harrold starts to introduce but the woman is already standing up, reaching out a hand to shake Alicent’s.
“Special Agent Rhaenyra Targaryen,” the woman—Rhaenyra, what a ridiculous name—introduces. Her hand hovers in the air between them, the stale air of the office coming to a standstill. The only movement is the snow falling softly over the New Haven headquarters. Alicent hates December. Though, the sticky heat of summer is an enemy to her now as the build of sweat on the nape of her neck now only reminds her of one thing—one night. Images flicker in her mind—angel wings made of flesh, words penned in blood. She shudders.
Special Agent Alicent Hightower is trying to catch a serial killer. When her previous partner is killed in the hunt, she finds herself stuck with one Rhaenyra Targaryen.
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- 15/?
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Bookmarked by Whitinho
08 Jun 2026