Vitiligo Stories

"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.

Everybody at Bronson Alcott has a plan for Jelani Sinclair Jr. He'd appreciate being consulted. Seventeen. Six feet eight. Rich, dark-skinned, ridiculously muscular, and impossible to overlook, with vitiligo, mismatched eyes, and a smile that usually means trouble. Jelani can handle basketball pressure. Probably. His best friends Murray and Sean? Questionable. Dionne Davenport, his sharp-tongued, impossibly stylish girlfriend? Happily. Cher Horowitz deciding his life needs improvement? Absolutely not. Then an out-of-context video turns his patience into a public scandal. Suddenly, everyone has opinions about his temper, his relationship, and the future he hasn't chosen. Dionne wants honesty. His father wants answers. His boys want to help, which might be the biggest problem. Between designer drama, stolen oversized hoodies, and a group chat that should require adult supervision, Jelani has one lesson left to learn: Being strong enough to handle everything doesn't mean he has to. Seriously, Sinclair. Use your words.

This Oneshots, not of the couple in the cover but just to let you know any names within this book .. they are black or African American or Caribbean. Some of these will have people that have albinoism. And some might have vitiligo. (For those who don't know what that is, it is a skin condition that cause people to lose melanin and they are often seen as little splats and spots on the skin it even in your hair.) That's okay, I'll tell y'all.

"I will prove to you, that my love for you is not just a temporary attraction. Ye waada hai mera" Both came from opposite worlds, they met because of a common mission, only for him to fall for her intelligence. She has insecurities, imperfections, he thinks she is out of his league. She doesn't understand his feelings and rejects him, But will this rejection stop him? Will he leave her? or does God have some other plans? Will she ever believe in his feelings? or will their story never start? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Mai waada karta hu ke hamesha aapki izzat karunga aur khayal rakhunga" Both are different yet very similar, they met because of their family, it was meant to be just another suitable match, yet unknowingly they became so much more. The initial meeting was an obligation being fulfilled for family, yet it felt like the most important meeting of their lives. Is it really just an obligation? or is it something more? Can duty ever turn into love? will they fall for each other? or will they be tied in a duty forever? . . A story of Love, Care, and the connection of hearts. Two couples, four hearts; connected together before they even breathed in the same air. . Can be read as a standalone Airafic.

Los Angeles, 1982. Fame has a way of turning everything into noise-crowds, cameras, expectations, the constant hum of being seen. April Bellamy has learned how to move through all of it with grace. She is building a career of her own, carving out a life that feels steady and real in a world that rarely allows either. But nothing in her life has ever been as steady-or as uncomplicated-as Michael Jackson. They were friends first. Long before the headlines, long before the tours, long before anyone else had an opinion about them. What began quietly behind the scenes of two demanding careers has slowly become something neither of them can ignore: a love that doesn't ask for attention, but somehow commands it anyway. When Michael is home, they exist in the small spaces-late-night conversations on couches, shared laughter in kitchens, borrowed quiet between chaos. When he is gone, there is only distance, time zones, and the ache of missing someone who understands her more than anyone ever has. And yet, even in absence, they are building something that does not break. As the pressure of fame intensifies and their worlds grow louder, the question shifts from whether they love each other to what they are willing to become for it. Careers rise. Expectations tighten. And somewhere between private moments and public scrutiny, an unspoken future begins to take shape. But love-real love-does not stay behind the scenes forever. And when Michael finally asks the question they've been circling for years, there is no spectacle. No performance. Only two people sitting in a home they've built out of ordinary moments, choosing each other without hesitation. Because some stories aren't about becoming famous together. They're about finally becoming real. SEQUAL TO "WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT" #3- icon (6/25/2026) #129- famous (6/25/2026)

If it depended on you, you would do anything to help a loved one, stop time, stops a meteor and fight with the whole entire world at the same time... Well, I'm the same, my name is Yoru Monogata, I live in Orth and I'm a Cave raider. Poverty is what defines me, I am poor, very poor... But, that doesn't stop me from helping the one who needs it most, and never will.

Miah rides the train to school everyday. One day she spots a skittish boy sitting across from her as he mumbles into a notebook. Out of pure curiosity she talks to him, not knowing they have more in common than she realized.

( Ayden is a little skrunkle )

Olivia Rivers has never fit in. She's not nerdy or shy, just...different. And having vitiligo doesn't help her stay or act like a normal 16 year old. She records and uploads videos of her singing and hangs out at the local coffee shop with her best friend, Grace. But being different and having something that makes you visually different makes it hard to be normal, but something else that makes it harder? Having to keep being a metahuman/vigilante superhero a secret from everyone she knows. It's the hardest part of her life up until a current vigilante known as Catwoman offers her the chance of a lifetime. ***This is a Flash fanfiction but Arrow characters are involved a lot***

Just another hood romance. ~I'm holding you down You're so used to clowns Pop up unannounced Told me he a mouse Told me don't give him pounds Told me he ain't allowed Told me he ain't my crowd It was true so I'm proud.~

"What's...wrong with her?" The queen cried, gathering her remaining kits together with her tail. The small kit she was referring to cowered under her mothers hateful gaze, having no idea why the she-cat was so afraid. What was wrong with her? "I-I don't understand.." She trailed off, looking towards her siblings for help. But they didn't. They too were afraid and confused. The queen suddenly pushed past her kits and snatched the isolated up from her paws. The she-kits mewling was ignored by her mother as the queen stomped around the clan camp, looking for a puddle. Luckily, it rained the night before and she shoved the kits face into a large pool of water gathering in front the medicine den. The she-kit looked down at the water and stared at her reflection. But she didn't see anything wrong. She was a spitting image of her mother! However, as she stared at her reflection long enough she saw a white splotch form on her face. After realizing this, her mother spat into her ear: "Your cursed, Ravenkit." ----- Ravenflight was always avoided by her clanmates, after mysterious white splotches began forming on her jet-black pelt. To make matters worse, there was a prophecy warning Moorclan that one of their warriors aren't who they think they are...as you might expect, everybody thought it was Ravenflight. However, when the clans newest member-and the only cat who cared about her-revealed himself to be the son of an enemy, Ravenflight must choose the clan who never wanted her, or the rogue clan who welcomed her with open, but bloody paws.

Amara is not a boy like the others. His birth marked the beginning of whispers-a divine curse, according to some-just as the glory of the kingdom of Tekrur began to fade. The cause? It was believed to be linked to Amara's mysterious appearance. At the age of seven, pale patches began to appear on his skin, a condition later known as vitiligo, making him both an enigma and a scapegoat for Tekrur's misfortunes. Amara's only refuge was with his mother. Yeumou, known as Lady Yemeya, was more than just a protector: she was the ground he had never left, the only constant in a world that saw him as a curse. Her love was boundless, her arms a sanctuary-but even her strength could not protect him forever. When tragedy strikes and the beloved King Buur-Ba falls, Amara is forced to flee. With only fragile hope and an uncertain destiny as his companions, he ventures beyond the borders of the only world he has ever known. Join Amara on his journey toward an unknown horizon, where each step brings him closer to a destiny he cannot yet comprehend. In this journey of loss and rediscovery, will he find the strength to rise above the weight of his past, or will the world break him before he can claim his future?

Carter has been picked on ever since she was little about the "patches" on her skin. When she gets noticed by a modeling agency, she can't believe her ears. But will her lack of confidence get in the way or will she let other people's views of her prevail? (C)2016 Vendetta Assembly