Be his friend. Bear his child. Don't fall in love. That would be weird. Reeling from the wreckage of divorce, 38-year-old Michael Jackson clings to the last thread of a lifelong dream: becoming a father. With Neverland emptied of laughter and trust, he turns to the only person who's never left- his best friend. His quiet constant. And he asks her the impossible. What begins as a promise to carry his child becomes something deeper: carrying his heart, his secrets, and his survival itself. ___ WARNING: Grief, death, traumatic events, implied sex (not graphic.) #1 in #michaeljackson [8.16.25] #1 in #michaeljackson [10.28.25] #1 in #michaeljackson [11.10.25] #1 in #mj [8.10.25] #1 in #90s [11.17.25]

"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.

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.

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

"A killer who is afraid of guns and another who is afraid of the dark, huh? Quite the team." ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Cleo knows what she's capable of and how good she is at her job... only this kind of job includes murder and torture. She's been in this business along with her family for a while now to know how things work. She has her share of enemies and a body count that keeps growing, but what could possibly happen if her next job involved someone she hated profoundly? Someone that she had tried and is still trying to kill now? Harry is just as dangerous as her and they have a past... their families go a long way back and they know better than to interfere with each other's business. Nothing good could happen if they crossed paths... and that's exactly what is going to happen. ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ *This is NOT my original work, this is a reupload! * Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3yTXKUa4dqvenOkJzMpyo7?si=ZgBNBNVVTaCCkRoFWbtKdw&pi=u-aoIbo3iIRpqx

• completed at 92k • paralyzer has been his home for so long...what if he really likes this club? what if it's really worth it? what if it's more than he bargained for? (or; where two best friends move from their home in las vegas, nevada to los angeles, california to start a somewhat new life away from old news. there, they meet a few boys who work at a strip club and are always up to no good, and louis can't help himself. at all.) //lowercase intended, stripper!louis, mafia au// BEFORE YOU READ: this fic will involve backgrounds regarding abuse, mental health, drug addiction, and sex work. read at your own risk. highest rankings: #1 in zaniam #1 in stripclub #1 in zouis #2 in bottomlouis #2 in sexwork #2 in stripperlouis #10 in larry #6 in zouis #45 in tomlinson #61 in stylinson copyright © all rights reserved 2021 @playboymembersonly

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Home [ hohm ] noun the place in which one's domestic affections are centered. *** The future of L'eau Courante was predefined by FEWA / DEATH. Be heartless, cruel, inhuman. A cold, always working machine. "You owe us everything. So don't make us ever regret our decision" "I won't. FEWA is my life. Nothing will ever come between me, L'eau Courante, and my mafia that is my past, my present, my future" ... Turned out, the latter had been a lie. Now, Louis didn't know, if he saw DEATH as his future - in Harry he saw his future. Not as his professional assistant, though. But he still was a mafia boss, didn't know when he had decided to not want his work life only. He had decided that DEATH never had been his true home. No, his home had green eyes and was kissing the back of his hand only to hear two words: "Fucking charmer".