he was my best friend before the world knew his name. savannah reed never forgot the boy who promised her he would become a star. before the screaming fans, before the sold out concerts, before the fame took him away, there was just michael and sav. years later, the victory tour brings him back into her life, forcing old memories, hidden feelings, and unfinished goodbyes to the surface. but when someone belongs to the world... can they ever belong to you again? childhood memories. fame. heartbreak. first love. this story is strictly fiction and is created for entertainment purposes only.

Camille Laurent grew up in a strict traditional family that taught her the world was divided into two kinds of people: black and white, and nothing in between. From her childhood, she remembers only discipline, silence and a pair of mysterious brown eyes that never left her mind. Now a famous celebrity makeup artist, Camille lives a life built on control and perfection, still shaped by her parents' expectations. Until she meets Michael Jackson...

SOMETIMES YOU WILL NEVER KNOW THE VALUE OF A MOMENT UNTIL IT BECOMES A MEMORY MICHAEL JACKSON The Greatest Night of pop / Michael Jackson one shot © tvdxtoluvs , 2026

Living in paris, after leaving her toxic ex-boyfriend,Y/N just got her degree in creative media production. Dreaming to become a journalist/interviewer at this city of an apple, further then, she will get that call who will just make her dream come true that will change her life forever. you will be changed. TW : mental abuse, mental illness, violence, slight mentions of child abuse ,swearing & manipulation. (while thriller era) (every pictures used are NOT mine but off Pinterest) 14+ ♡ the French version is up on my profite too! La version française est sur mon profil également! this is my first fanfic so please be gentle :) HIGHEST RANKINGS #9 MJ #24 strangers to lovers #45 Michael Jackson

She was never supposed to exist in his world. Evelyn was a medical student-rational, precise, learning how to understand life through anatomy, not emotion. He was Michael Jackson-a global phenomenon, a name carved into fame itself, existing under constant light, constant eyes, constant expectation. They were never meant to meet. Never meant to collide. And yet they did. A love that lived between silence and chaos, logic and passion,control and surrender,being drowned in the lights of spotlights. But love is not always enough. Not when one person dreams of forever... and the other is still learning how to breathe. Because some loves don't end. They fracture. And even when the world believes the story is over- it continues in silence. In memory. In everything that was never said.

"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

Kusuriuri x Reader | Mononoke Collection of stories featuring Japanese Urban Legends and their spirits as they are exorcised by the wandering and mysterious Medicine Seller. » Mononoke Series and its characters ©Toei Animation » Story ©HATIJI KAME ! This book features Japanese Urban Legends and none of them belong to me. They belong to their rightful owners ! ! Featured art belongs to me !

The medicine seller wife has been by his side for as long as he can remember...a new adventure awaits Kusuriuri x Wife Reader [ I will try to follow the story and if I accidentally copy any of other people fanfic please do let me know ] English is not my first language 😅 COVER IS NOT MINE CREDIT FOR PINTEREST!!!

[Under heavy revision and editing.] The Edo period of Japan, where the ancient rules apply in society. In such a society, roams a Kusuriuri, quite old at heart, but young in appearance. His only goal, his reason for existence, to slay the Mononokes haunting people. What happens when a young woman of age 20, gets sent to the past from the present era? Her eyes see the old man, and follow him. The solitary Kusuriuri gains a companion in his otherwise solitary life. However, this young lass of a child, seems to hold a number of secrets, her mind appearing seemingly unreachable, possibly holding a frightening amount of dark wisdom. Disclaimer: This fanfiction will contain dark topics and triggering themes. I do not own anything except the plot and the OCs. Everything else belong to their respective owners. Also, no romamce between Kusuriuri and the girl. It's going to be purely a father-daughter relationship between them. Future note: It's been a while, and my writing standards have gotten drastically higher. So be warned that this is actually pretty cringe. (╥╯^╰╥) If you still wish to read it, go ahead.

Delulu... Remember this is FAN FICTION not entirely canon Disclaimer: I do not own K-POP: Demon Hunters or any content from Sony Pictures Entertainment, including Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. All rights belong to their respective creators and studios. This work is purely fan-made and for entertainment purposes only.