​"In the heart of Volterra, blood is law and Caius Volturi is the executioner. He's spent three millennia perfecting the art of the scowl-until Alicia Harper walked in and decided his throne looked like a great place to take a nap." Caius Volturi X OC The storyline and characters belong to twilight saga written by Stephanie Meyer. Plot line is Mine. Thank you so much.

𝗛𝗮𝗻𝘂 𝗔𝗸𝗶 was always destined to be alone. The lone guardian of the Quileute Tribe. The silent protector of La Push. The guide of countless warriors. A teacher to generations. A witness to centuries. He shouldered his brother's heavy responsibility. Bore the wishes and dreams of his people from centuries past. Endured the unstoppable march of time that eroded his soul. He was never in this life for peace. Until the day he saw golden eyes and a gentle smile-and everything changed. 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗲 𝗖𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻 was impervious to human blood, an anomaly among his kind-a vampire who chose to heal rather than harm. For centuries, he embraced his solitude, content with the family he built, the friendship he shared with Esme, and the quiet purpose his work brought him. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough. It was peaceful. He never expected his stagnant eternity to stir again. Not until glacier eyes and a charming grin sauntered in and shattered everything he thought he knew.

This was supposed to be a chill night to enjoy playing RE2 again before you played RE9, a way to get into the spirit of the new release if you will. Not whatever this situation was. "Man, it really is such a relief to have another person here." Leon gave you a boyish smile that would've made you swoon if you were seeing it through a screen and not in person. But no, here he stood next to you. In the flesh, and entirely real. "I can't believe this is happening." You lamented as the reality of what was going on settled deep into your bones. You got sucked into a game and surviving zombies isn't the only thing you'll have to worry about. -- Yandere Leon Kennedy (Resident evil 2) x Fem Reader With a dash of Ada Wong x Fem Reader

She never expected to be noticed by him. She never stopped wondering what would happen if she had been.

"You don't need a voice to speak to my soul, Starlight." To the rest of the world, Michael Jackson is a larger-than-life star clad in black leather and buckles, dominating the stage on his legendary Bad tour. To Willow, he is just a gentle, lonely soul looking for a safe place to land. Willow lives in a world of absolute silence, but when her path crosses with Michael's, their connection transcends words. Through shared notebooks, late-night conversations under the night sky, and the rhythm of the music, Michael finds a love that doesn't demand anything from him. In the deepest darkness of fame, Willow becomes his starlight. Two different worlds. One silent understanding.

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.

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.

"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.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: ❛ ---𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Mike Wheeler falls in love with the boy he had sworn to hate. ❜ BOOK TROPES - 'enemies' to lovers - NO slowburn - secret relationship