why am i into bridgerton now

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[tflatte]

[covenlesswitches]

francesca and michaela both having big brown doll eyes is soooo dangerous guys stay safe out there

[dyingnome]

so i heard there was going to be archery on season 5 of bridgerton...

[clairesbeauchamp]

i'm trying to dance with you but i don't know this song i'm trying to sway with you but my timings all wrong

2026 COLOR CHALLENGE: june + rainbow

FRANCHAELA WEEK 2026 ♡ day 2: music

[simplytomh]

happy pride month!

full version :)

[frankienation]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!! ft our favourite lesbians!!!

[lizzibennet]

and when francesca and michaela have a real freaky sex scene in the next season of bridgerton set to a real cunty string rendition of untouched by the veronicas. what thennn

[dailyfranchaela]

She is quite a woman of passion, do you not think?

[jellolegos]

[awkwardly-gay-vegetarian]

More of this sarcastic, witty, slightly bratty Francesca in her season please. 🙏

P.S. my roman empire is thinking about Francesca pulling a Violet Bridgerton and telling Michaela that she is the tea that they'll be having. 🫠

[kam1zzz]

Yeah

[piranesilly]

Free idea for franchaela editors: All I've Ever Known from Hadestown except it's a Franchaela edit from Michaela's perspective

[anaart-stuff]

You’re the moon 🌙🍂

[lesbfranchaela]

FRANCHAELAAAA 2027

[reillyikes]

franchaela

[starenflugart]

[ilyparkerellis]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Wrote a Franchaela fic🙂‍↕️🏰

Summary:

Francesca knew that Helen kept a frequent correspondence with her daughter. She imagined writing to Michaela, telling her news of herself, of the estate, of their shared family. The last letter Francesca had received from Michaela had arrived six months ago. The first she had thrown away; after that, she could not imagine reading the ones that followed, not when she had not read the first. But the last one had arrived on a cold, lonely day. Francesca had brought it to her room, sunk onto the bed, and held it in both hands. She had smelled it. Stared at the handwriting. Wondered whether it contained the answers she sought. Why Michaela had left. Where she was. Whom she was meeting and speaking to. But if she read it, she might have to reply, and she could not imagine replying without spilling herself in ink. I thought of you today and yesterday. I will think of you tomorrow. I wish I did not, but I cannot help it. Please, come back. I am waiting for you.

Notes:

A little Francesca character study. I wanted to write about insane fucking grip Michaela has on this woman’s psyche. This is the result:) big thank you to @peachykeentingz for beta-ing this they were the best