Meet Diana Harris, fiercely sassy, too proud for her own good, and arguably the most ruthless attorney in Los Angeles. It's the early 2000s, the media is in a frenzy, and Diana has one ultimate goal: tearing down Michael Jackson in the courtroom. She isn't just a non-fan, she actively despises the pop icon and is determined to win her case, no matter the cost. ​But the universe has a funny way of objecting to our plans. ​Speeding down Sunset Boulevard one evening, a devastating car accident sends Diana's world spinning into black. When she finally opens her eyes, she isn't waking up in an L.A. hospital. Instead, she finds herself thrown into an impossible reality and burdened with a bizarre, supernatural mission she never asked for.

Her breath was inhaled through clenched teeth as the pressure of his hand against the bleeding gash on her side flared up with a firey pain. He was so close that she could see the stubble of his jaw that was clenching hard together as his golden gaze fixated on cleansing her wound. Anyone knowing a Witcher thought them a monster, a mutant with no feelings or emotions. But if they could spend even a single day with a man like Garelt of Rivia they'd soon realize that perhaps the myths about Witchers were wrong. The furrow in his brow as he focused on his task spoke volumes of the worry that he did not know how to express. "Garelt I'm sorry...I should have listened to you," she mumbled looking down at his blood-soaked hands as they cleansed her wound. 'Hmm.' was her only answer; not the answer she wished to have and she felt herself deflate at his response. Ever since she came under his care she found herself as useless as a stick to him. Even with her training, she thought she could help. But her helpfulness was nothing but a child's mistake. She could have died if it wasn't for Geralt's quick thinking and reaction. She felt like such a burden to the man who was constantly saving her life despite her disobedience when it came to him. The stormy look on her face must have been so transparent because when she looked back up at Garelt he was staring at her so intently that she dare near look away; her heart rate picking up under his stare. "Don't be so hard on yourself. I know you're doing the best you can. if today all you did was hold yourself together I'm proud of you and you should be proud of yourself too. This life isn't easy and I think you're doing just fine all thing's considering." he said in that gruff voice of his that could always make her feel safe. "Just next time...listen to me when I tell you to stay put got it?" She smiled a little bashfully and nodded looking down again. "Got it,"

[SLOW BURN] It is 2006. The trial is over, but Michael Jackson has locked himself in a prison of his own making. He is completely isolated, deeply guarded, and wholly disgusted by the press. He refuses to speak to anyone-until Maeve Carter. Maeve is Europe's most ruthless and respected journalist, and she doesn't care about tabloid garbage. She is flying to New York with one goal: get the interview, secure the massive bonus, and pay for her mother's life-saving cancer treatments. It was supposed to be a simple transaction. But when the doors to the penthouse lock, the King of Pop is nothing like the broken man the media painted. He is sharp, intimidating, and looking for a challenge. And Maeve is the first person in years who isn't afraid to give him one. #1 - mj #1 - kingofpop #1 - moonwalker #1 - mjj #1 - michaeljosephjackson #93 - fanfic

In the summer of 2026, the world is buzzing with the release of the Michael Jackson biopic. For twenty-two-year-old Xiomara Vega, the theater is a sanctuary, a place to lose herself in the music of the man she's spent her whole life admiring from afar. But as the silver screen fades to black and the hum of the theater lulls her into an exhausted sleep, the world shifts. Xiomara doesn't wake up in a plush cinema seat. She wakes up on a cold park bench in 1984, greeted by the sound of a police officer's baton and a world without smartphones, Uber, or the internet. Trapped in the neon-soaked peak of the Thriller era, Xiomara is a ghost from a future that hasn't happened yet. To survive, she secures a job at the periphery of the King of Pop's whirlwind life. She knows every headline before it breaks, every secret before it's whispered, and every heartache before it strikes. She's determined to keep her head down and find a way home, until she meets him. Michael is lonely, shielded by fame, and searching for someone who sees the man behind the sequined glove. In Xiomara's "futuristic" spirit and mysterious origins, he finds a soul he can't explain. But as the timeline begins to blur and the pull of 2026 grows stronger, Xiomara must decide: do you save the man you love from the future you already know? Or do you risk disappearing forever? The studio was quiet, the smell of old mahogany and expensive cologne hanging in the air as he reached out, his fingers barely brushing her wrist, his voice a soft, desperate anchor in the dark. "Mara, stay... with me... stay here."

He should hate her...much more than he hates Sorrengail. But something about her was fascinating. Artemis Melgren is everything Xaden Riorson isn't - soft, gentle and kind. But her past has made her lethal. Her father makes her a threat. And yet...he can't seem to stay away. Especially after watching her all but sprint back onto the parapet in order to save her best friend. Xaden Riorson x OC Highest Ranking: #1 in Romantasy All characters and settings belong to Rebecca Yarros, apart from my OC.

At Basgiath, secrets burn as fiercely as dragons, and Alyra Tauri is carrying more than anyone realizes: stolen intel, a fractured loyalty, and a power that could unravel the empire itself. With the wards failing and rebellion stirring in the dark, every step she takes pulls her closer to the truth her father tried to bury. Xaden Riorson lives in the shadows-wingleader, weapon, and threat wrapped into one. He is everything Alyra was warned against, and everything she can't stay away from. Tethered by fate and forged through fire, their bond is as dangerous as it is irresistible. As enemies close in and the line between duty and desire blurs, Alyra must decide what she's willing to burn for-because some fires don't destroy. They illuminate. Full rights to Rebecca Yarros for Fourth Wing. This is just a fanfiction!!

In Basgiath war college not all power announces itself. Some waits, unseen, testing, observing, shaping the world through quiet currents and careful minds. She is one such force, and no one yet realizes how dangerous she truly is. SLOWBURN WITH MORALLY GREY CHARACTER. OCxXaden Riorson

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***** ON HIATUS **** I died. Or at least... I think I did. One minute I was drowning at the bottom of a lake, the next I'm standing at the edge of Basgiath War College's infamous parapet, armed to the teeth and dressed like a dragon rider. In a world I only know from books. This has to be a hallucination. My brain's final flicker before the lights go out. Right? But the pain is real. The wind. The blood. The impossible heat of a dragon's breath across my skin. And when Xaden Riorson's bonded dragon starts paying attention to me-twice-I realize something is very, very wrong. I've read Fourth Wing. I know what's supposed to happen. But with every step I take, canon bends, and I'm not sure if I'm here for a reason... or if I'm just the next to die. All I know is: I've already lost everything. So what's stopping me from being bold? Even if this is just a dying dream... I'm not going quietly. Xaden Riorson x Fem OC

A year after losing Haley, Hotchner decides he needs a little extra help with balancing his job and trying to be there as much as possible for Jack. Ivy is 6 months post-graduation with no luck of finding a job within her field so decides to apply for a live in nanny job. She's a bright 24 year old and Hotchner is a quiet 45 year old, nothing is ever going to happen between them, right? #1 in aaronhotchner | 7.26.25 #1 in hotchner | 9.22.25 #2 in hotch | 9.3.25 #6 in BAU | 7.19.25