𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 ⠀⠀ ╱⠀ 'michael⠀⠀⠀ JACKSON⠀⠀⠀[ . . . ] ⠀⠀⠀ ❨ ִׄ 𝖏𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺 桑. · 𝐥℣. ℕ𝖨𝖦𝖧𝕋. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ( michael jackson romance fic. ) ᨳ ׄ ׅ ꒰ 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑡ã𝑔𝑒 只⠀　✦　˚ Deep in my enemy I find my lover; ⠀⠀ Imagine losing your brother while you're both serving in the military, only to be discharged three years later and ordered into therapy thirteen hours from home. Then imagine slowly falling into something forbidden with the very therapist meant to help you heal. Welcome to Michael's world. ⠀⠀ ── After four years of service he returns home hollower than he was when he left, and his CO makes sure he doesn't pretend otherwise. He's forced to attend VA appointed therapy. It was all on the paper he'd signed, but Michael's negligence puts him in a spot where he could not return from. Now he's in Georgia for four weeks while a stranger picks him apart. What starts as two people who can't stand each other slowly becomes the sweetest taboo. Tags 🏷️ ; Michael Jackson Aaliyah Letter Home Fanfic 1984 Thriller Era Au Forbidden romance Military Veteran Grief Psychological Trauma Contemporary fiction Brotherhood Slow burn Therapy Brooklyn Character driven Emotional

(𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧) In this docu-style tale, Genesis Sparks a former R&B star tells her story of trials and tribulations in the early 80s and road to success as well as her televised and not so private relationship of six years with Michael Jackson.

"he became the sun and I became the moon." ✹ 2025, original.

Loaded Affection describes a relationship where love is both refuge and weapon where staying feels necessary even when leaving could save your life. It's about two people who don't know how to love without hurting, yet can't breathe without each other. A connection so heavy, so emotionally charged, it's always on the verge of exploding.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Nour Delour doesn't chase men. She manufactures them. Shapes their desire with oils, honey, blood, and flame. In her Harlem candle boutique, every scent has a spell, every wick a whisper of old Southern rootwork passed down from women who knew how to make love feel like a fever. So when Rajah Thomas━the ex who ghosted her, walks by her shop window with his new girl on his arm, Nour doesn't cry. She gets even. She carves his name into wax, mixes it with her own essence, then lights the candle her grandmother warned her never to use: the 𝗪𝗮𝘅 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁. It doesn't just draw Rajah back━it 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘴 him. And this time, he returns with wet eyes, trembling hands, and a craving he can't explain. He's starving for her aroma, her skin, her darkness. He says her name like a prayer. Cries when she lets him taste her. Tells her he'll never leave again. But obsession has a cost, and magic always demands balance. As the flame burns lower, Rajah unravels. He starts sleeping outside her door. Sobbing when she doesn't answer. Losing jobs, friends, time. As for Nour? She's not untouched. She's sweating through her sheets. Moaning his name in her sleep. Bleeding from places that shouldn't bleed. The spell has tethered them by more than lust━it's welded their souls into something unnatural, and if she tries to break it, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩. Still, there's a part of her━the part that wanted this━that isn't ready to let go. Because this love? It's not soft. It's not safe. It's 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆. 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄. @GLOSSNEILES ON THE COVER ART.

"and it's so fucked up that i'm glad to be a junkie."