Fame changed everything around Michael Jackson. The music. The pressure. The way the world looked at him. But somehow, the way he looked at her never did. 1987 || BAD ERA

Before the tours. Before the headlines. Before everything changed. There was a girl backstage Michael Jackson couldn't stop thinking about.

A world of fame, control, and carefully crafted perfection hides two minds quietly unraveling behind the spotlight. Celeste Saint Clair is a supermodel born into beauty and shaped by pressure, where every smile is performance and every success comes at a cost she never agreed to pay. Trapped between an image-obsessed industry and a controlling family, she survives a life that looks golden from the outside but feels suffocating within. On the other side of fame, Michael Jackson lives inside a world of brilliance and isolation, where music is both escape and burden. Haunted by recurring dreams of a woman he has never met, his reality begins to blur as creativity, memory, and obsession slowly intertwine. When their worlds begin to inch closer through the machinery of fame : magazines, events, and the entertainment industry, something impossible starts to take shape. Recognition before meeting. Connection before touch. Memory before reality. In a world where everyone is seen, but few are truly known, the line between destiny and illusion begins to disappear.

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

Anna is a young talented author who likes to write books and novels. She also has a deep and profound love for someone she likes to call "her muse". Yet one day her love for this man, makes her discover mysterious powers she didn't know she had... or not? ----- In a romantic relationship, a "muse" refers to a person who serves as a source of inspiration, creativity, and passion for their partner. The term "muse" in this context is similar to its classical meaning, where the Muses inspired and guided artists in their creative endeavors. ----- ***PLEASE READ*** I'd like to warn you that this story contains violent content that might be disturbing to you, so I'd recommend not reading it if you feel sensitive to blood/self harm/violence. If you do want to read it, it's at your own risk. There also might be +18 adult content such as smut, but this is obviously a must in MJ's Fanfictions, lol. ⚠️ Copyright © [2024] by [gmhpnss] All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher. For permission requests, contact [gmhpnss]. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Book Cover by [gmhpnss]

What happens when you work on the most iconic biopic of the century with the nephew of the King of Pop? "Solana, may I introduce you to Jaafar Jackson!"

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐎𝐂!𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 Thriller has just been released, and Michael is feeling a wave of immense pressure, jumping from one music video project to the next. But when his choreographer suddenly leaves the Thriller project, Michael desperately needs a replacement. That's when La Toya suggests her friend Juliet, a talented dancer and choreographer Michael already knows from childhood. Trusting her with the biggest project of his career should be risky... but somehow, working closely with her feels natural. Maybe a little too natural.

In the year 2099, humanity is barely alive. The world is cold, robotic, and emotionally dead. People survive instead of living, and nineteen-year-old Regina knows that better than anyone. After a lifetime of trauma, loneliness, and loss, she's suddenly chosen for a mission that sounds impossible: travel back to 1981 and save Michael Jackson from the tragic fate history already wrote for him. But blending into the past won't be easy. With a fake identity, a luxury penthouse in Los Angeles, and a carefully planned path into the music industry, Regina must become a rising star before she can even get close to Michael. Fame, pressure, dangerous secrets, and the darker side of Hollywood slowly pull her deeper into a world she was never supposed to belong in. The problem? The more Regina experiences the warmth, beauty, and humanity of the 1980s... the less she wants to return to the future she came from. And somewhere between music, late-night studio sessions, fame, and saving a broken superstar, Regina might accidentally find the one thing she never had before: A reason to live.

Diana Sinclair is twenty-four. Intelligent, grounded, and deeply compassionate. Her life is carefully structured around responsibility, long shifts as a nurse, and the quiet pressure of holding everything together. There's little room left for spontaneity, and even less for things like "fun." So when a friend insists she take a spare ticket to a concert, she almost refuses. Not because she isn't curious-but because she's not used to saying yes to things without purpose. The ticket is for a Michael Jackson concert in March 1988. A night she never expected to matter beyond the music. But after an unexpected moment on stage and a backstage encounter she can't forget, Michael releases a song about her-and what was supposed to be a single memory slowly turns into something much bigger.

Between golden light, fading applause, and the melodies of a single night, she lost something she had never been looking for. Maybe they were only thoughts. Maybe only fleeting glances. Or something that not even the loudest music could silence anymore.