Welcome to Michael Jackson Imagines Vol. 3!
This is a book full of erotica and different AUs of Michael Jackson.
I hope you brought your holy beverage or food, you're probably gonna need A LOT.
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The air was thick with the scent of fresh paint, new film equipment, and the palpable buzz of anticipation that comes with the birth of something monumental. My heart raced as I took it all in, trying to steady myself amid the whirlwind of activity. Crew members bustled around, setting up lights and adjusting cameras, while actors rehearsed their lines in hushed, urgent tones. This was no ordinary film set-this was the set of Purple Rain, a project poised to leave an indelible mark on music and culture.
As I scanned the room, my eyes were inevitably drawn to the figure who seemed to command the entire space-Prince. He was a vision in his signature flamboyant style: a purple jacket that shimmered under the studio lights, accentuating his striking presence. Even from across the room, I could feel the magnetic pull of his aura, drawing everyone into his orbit. He was not merely a music icon; he was a creative force, someone who would soon become an integral part of my life, at least for the duration of this project.
"Alright, everyone, gather up!" Magnoli's voice rang out, cutting through the clamor of the set. My stomach fluttered with a mixture of excitement and anxiety as I joined the others, my footsteps echoing off the concrete floor. We formed a loose semicircle, and I found myself standing directly across from Prince. Up close, he was even more mesmerizing; his presence seemed almost otherworldly. When our eyes met, the world around us seemed to blur, and for a heartbeat, time stood still.
Prince extended his hand toward me, his movements smooth and deliberate. "Nice to meet you," he said, his voice soft yet commanding, with that distinctive, ethereal quality that sent shivers down my spine.
I reached out and shook his hand, trying to mask my nerves and the thrill of meeting someone of his stature. "Nice to meet you too," I managed, my voice betraying only the slightest tremor.
A slow, playful smile spread across his lips, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're Michael Jackson's girl, right?" His tone was teasing, yet there was a warmth in it that put me at ease.
I couldn't help but grin, a mix of pride and nervousness bubbling up inside me. "Yep, that's me." The words felt heavy with meaning. The world knew me as Michael's girlfriend-a title that came with its own set of expectations and pressures. But here, on this set, I was about to step out of that shadow and into my own light. It was exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure.
As the director began outlining the day's agenda, Prince and I exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between us. We were both cast in lead roles-he as the enigmatic Kid, and I as the fiery Apollonia. The chemistry we would need to bring these characters to life was already simmering beneath the surface. From the first moment, there was an unspoken connection between us, not romantic, but creative-a bond forged through our shared passion for this project.
