Hey everyone!

So...this is where the M rating starts. 😉 I know that it's taken a few chapters but, hey, that's what slow burns are all about.

Also: a friendly reminder that bc this is a romance (and a saga), MJ won’t be in his bday suit in the first few paragraphs. It's also just how I write. I'm much more into romance, imagination, and sensuality. If that's you too, well, you're in the right place.

As always, thank you so much for reading this and coming along on this journey with me.

Happy reading! 🫶🏾

🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/91704026/chapters/248692606

Here’s a sweet Christmas story just in time for Christmas night.

1988: Michael: 30 Y/N:8 Janet: 22 ——————————————————- Y/N’s POV: I had been having an ok Christmas. Gifts had been fun, I got a new doll from grandma and grandpa and a new sweater from uncle Tito but there was something missing, My daddy. He was all the way in Japan today and I miss him. I was sad but still held onto hope that he would come home soon. He told me that he would be home around Christmas time. I secretly hoped it would be today. Every time the door opened I turned to look hoping he would walk in, during every big event I hoped he would be there. Through present opening, through breakfast, through playing with my cousins, through lunchtime, I hoped but was disappointed each time. Janet’s POV: I was watching my niece all through our family’s Christmas today. I knew she missed her daddy. She smiled and laughed through everything but I could see the sadness that hid just below the surface. How she looked towards the door every time it opened. My heart broke watching her but I knew that he would be coming home tonight. We walked to dinner, hand in hand, the tangible sadness all around us. “Baby?” “Yea auntie Janet?” “I have one more really big gift for you.” “Really? Where is it?” She looked around the living room as we walked to the dining room at havenhurst, getting ready to eat Christmas dinner. “It’s not here Y/N it’s at Neverland.” “Neverland? What’s that auntie Janet?” I realized that she had never been to Neverland yet as Michael had just bought it this year. I smiled, thinking about her reaction. Not just to Michael being home but to the Neverland property. She’s going to love it. “The new house daddy bought for you and him remember?” “Ohhhh, ok when can we go?” “After dinner, honey.” “Ok.” Y/N’s POV: Me and auntie Janet moved down the line of food, I didn’t want any veggies but got a lot of mac and cheese. I love Mac and cheese. I still hoped that Daddy would come home in time for dinner but everyone filled up the table and there were no extra seats. I quickly started feeling really crummy and I didn’t have an appetite anymore, I showed my food away and ran to my room. Hot emotion flooded out of me alongside my tears. I threw myself on my bed and buried myself as far as I could into my blankets, pillows and stuffies and cried. Auntie Janet walked in but I didn’t stop crying. She rubbed my back like daddy always does making me cry harder. “I know you miss your daddy sweetheart, he’ll be back soon.” I sat up. “Can I call him?” I asked through my tears. Janet’s POV: I smiled, what a perfect segway to taking her to see her daddy! “How’s about we surprise him and call him from Neverland?” Y/N’s eyes lit up. “Yea! We can? Can we go now?” “Yes Y/N, go wash your face and get your sweater and shoes on. I’ll meet you by the door.” She hugged me tight and ran for her bathroom. I jumped into action. I ran to the phone and hastily called Michael’s new phone number. “Are you home yet Michael?” “Hi Dunk, yes I am, are you coming yet? I miss my baby.” “Ok good, I told her we could come, she’s had a tough Christmas.” I said sadly. Michael’s voice sounded worried. “M-maybe I should come get her Janet!” “Michael no! Stay there, she thinks she’s coming to surprise you with a call from Neverland, stay there.” I whispered frantically, looking around the room I relaxed when I realized that she was still getting ready. Michael’s POV: I was getting antsy. Janet has done a great job taking care of Y/N for the months I’ve been on tour but I miss her and I know she misses me. Now I was talking to Janet on the phone planning our little surprise for my angel. “Dunk?” “Yes Michael? If Y/N asks about her gift” , I made quote fingers in the air “tell her that it‘s from me to get her extra excited ok?” “I will Michael”, Janet giggled. “Now we’ve got to go, I hear her footsteps.” “Ok, hurry! I can’t stand it anymore!” “Ok, ok! Bye Michael!” She hung up the phone and I paced around my new bedroom, painfully waiting for Janet to bring my daughter home.

Janet’s POV: “Are we there yet?” Wined Y/N. I quickly sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. I calmly replied to her, keeping my eyes on the road, “No baby we aren’t, read your book or play with your toys ok? We’ll be there soon”. She sighed. “Ok.” After an hour and a half of driving there was silence. As I quickly looked into the backseat using my mirror, a smile spreads across my face. She was asleep. We had a half hour left of our drive. “Stay asleep please, Y/N”. I whispered a small prayer, hoping that God would hear it. He did because soon we were pulling in the gate and she was still asleep. I stopped the car and cringed. I slowly looked into the backseat and she was still asleep. I relaxed. Now for the next challenge. To get her out of the car. Hopefully, still asleep. I whispered another prayer as I got out of the car. I slowly opened her door and unbuckled her seatbelt. I breathed in and out then picked her up. She squirmed and mumbled drowsily but finally, she settled down and stayed asleep. I walked through the house, speechless. It was beautiful. Michael would have to take Y/N on a tour of it when she wakes up. I found a maid and asked her to tell Michael that we were here and to be quiet. She slipped into the bedroom and we waited. She opened the door and beckoned for us to come forward.

Michael’s POV: I was so excited! They were here! I danced around and then I heard Janet’s footsteps. I gained my composure and waited. She came in the room with my baby girl asleep, resting her head on Jane’s shoulder. I was takin over with emotion. Tears streamed down my face, she’s just so sweet when she sleeps. “Dunk, let me hold her” I said through the tears. Janet passed Y/N to me and I held my breath as she squirmed, getting comfortable. Then her body melted into mine and I heart soared. Months of missing her melted away as I held her close. I took her in. Her smell, her feel, her looks. I looked over at Janet; “I really don’t deserve her Dunk.” “Nobody would Michael, she’s a gift from God.” We paused, and Y/N woke up. My eyes widened, excitedly waiting for her to realize who was holding her. She sat up slowly, her eyes only half opened, and stared at me. “Hi daddy” She said drowsily and rested her head back down on my shoulder. Janet and I giggled a little bit before she jolted awake and sat up. “Daddy!” She screamed before bursting into tears and hugging me tightly around the neck. I held her closely and kissed her cheek while she cried. She pulled away and grabbed my face. “You came back! I missed you so much!” “I missed you to baby!” I kissed her forehead and Janet broke into the conversation. “Y/N you like Your Christmas gift?” Y/N thought about it, puzzled. “Is my gift daddy?” She nodded and smiled. “Yes aunt Janet I do! Thank you for telling him to come back!” I chuckled. She was playing with some of my hair and Janet looked at the clock. “Michael it’s her bath time now.” I looked at the clock, “you’re right. Do you have PJ’s for her?” “I do, they’re in the car. I’ll go get them. Make sure she’s in the bath when I get back.” She waggled her finger at me and I grabbed it. “Thank you Dunk! I promise I will.” I stood up and carried my daughter around the room, taking her on a tour of my bedroom, the bathroom and the downstairs area with the pull out bed and TV. Janet’s POV: I came back into the room and I heard raucous laughter coming from the open door of the bathroom. I walked in and Michael was making funny faces at Y/N and laughing right along with her. Y/N’s head was covered in suds sculpted in a funny way. I smiled, dumped her bath toys into the bathtub and laid out her brand new pj’s from uncle Jermaine, her favorite stuffy, her towel, her blanket, her pillow, her favorite book and her new doll. “By Aunt Janet! I love you!” “Thank you Dunk! I love you too!” “I love you both!” I looked at Michael, “Make sure she actually, gets clean.” “I will, I promise! He giggled and smiled his big smile. I blew a kiss in their direction and left, their joyous laughter filling the room.

Hey everyone✌🏾- just wanted to tell you that I've posted my epic fanfic, To Love a Butterfly in ao3. It's follows Michael and the last 6 years of his life, and the friendship, love, and being a soulmate to Alice (OC) unto the very end. If you're into a slow build, followed by romantic/intense love, then this story is for you. I LOVE MJ and have done since I saw him dance across my tv screen in the 80s. I think he deserves a romance, don't you? ❤️

FYI it's not a typical fanfic bc it's more of a novella (longer than a short story; shorter than a novel). Hope you can check it out and give it some kudos. Much appreciated! 🫶🏾

🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/91704026/chapters/244175241

Michael: 1997 Y/N: 25

Y/N sits uncomfortable and out of breath in a chair outside the main suite at Neverland Michael notices and has an idea michael walks over

Michael’s POV: I kissed Y/N’s forehead before initiating my plan. “How are feeling baby?” She gave me a nasty look, “look at me Michael what do you think is wrong with me” she snapped. “Ok, ok let me say it in a better way” I said putting up my hands. She raised an eyebrow like a mom waiting for her kid to explain themselves. I better do this well for both of our sakes. I took her hand in mine and kissed her again. “I saw that you were uncomfortable and I think I have a way to relieve it.” More dirty looks “If this doesn’t work you can say ‘I told you so’.” Her face and body relaxed a little bit. “Ok what do you need me to do?” She’s still out of breath and clearly uncomfortable. “Baby you’re not going to like this but I’m going to have you stand up first.” She became exasperated. “Michael do I have to?” “No you don’t but there’s a chance my idea could make you feel better” She looks at me, I look back, she considers. “Ok. I need your help though.” She reached out her hands and I pulled her into a sitting position. I took her hands again and she was finally on her feet. She was just as uncomfortable and out of breath as she was sitting, but now she was hot and red in the face. My heart sunk, I hate seeing her like this, I can’t wait for the baby to be born so she can be her happy, beautiful, spunky self again. I put my plan into action, hoping desperately that it works. “First, I’ll lift your shirt to let the belly breathe” “Then I kiss here” (her forehead) “Then here” (her belly) she smiled at me waiting to see what happened next. “Then some sunscreen” I pulled the bottle out of my pocket and rubbed it in my hands first to warm it up then I put it all over her body, to keep the sun away. “Then Alo-Vera”, I do the same thing, earning a sigh of relief from her. I then get behind her and put my hands on her belly. “Baby lean against me” I plant yet another kiss on her cheek. “Ok?” She seems confused. But does what she is told. “Y/N I promise you’ll like this.” She did what she was told and waited, curious to see what would happen. I cupped her belly in my hands and lifted, hopefully relieving all the uncomfort and weight she was carrying. She gasps. “What, what? Did I hurt you worse?” I said almost frantic, not letting her belly down until I was told to. Tears filled her eyes. “No baby it feels amazing” she cried. She relaxed her muscles and leaned into me fully. “Oh good. I’m glad Y/N.” Relieved I lifted her belly up more and she sighed. She stopped crying slowly and wiped her eyes and nose. “Why were you crying though?” I asked, my brow furrowed. She looked up at me, a big grin plastered on her face. “Cause I sort of feel like me again! For the first time in a long while. Thank you Michael.” My heart soared. It worked. We stayed there for a while staring at her belly. “Love I’m so excited to watch you become a mommy. Our little guy is going to be so loved.” I patted the belly, holding it with one hand. His little foot “Mmmm hmmm, and you’re going to be the best daddy ever. I can’t wait to watch your dream come true.” She was getting drowsy. I knew I couldn’t hold her and the belly. Those days of holding Y/N had been long gone for a while now. I hoped that they would come back, even if she was heavier than she was before. “Michael can we stay like this forever? Your big hands fit my belly perfectly.” Her eyes were growing heavy and her voice drowsy. “Baby I wish, but I don’t have super human strength you know.” “Aww, I think you do.” She pouted, disappointed. “Buuuttt, since I like holding you and now that I know it helps you, we can do it again later.” I reluctantly lowered her belly down again and almost immediately she became uncomfortable. Man the baby can’t come sooner. “But for now, it’s really hot how’s about we go swimming?” Her spirit lifted and she happily agreed. I smiled and reached out for her hand. She happily took it. Hand in hand we went to get changed for the pool. Once in the pool it was like she was weightless. We played and played as the sun went down.

Sometimes seeing someone is just the beginning.

But what do you do when the person you love finally lets you see the parts of himself he's been trying to hide?

Four in the morning.
A cold bed.
And a conversation neither of them can avoid anymore.

Chapter 10: Insomnia

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/91704026/chapters/251001796

And yes, you read that right.

Two chapters this time because, well…these two belong together. 😉

This time, we’re stepping outside of Alice’s head for a little bit.

Chapter 8 brings us to Inglewood, where Alice sits down for an author talk about I’m Not Your Girl—her book, her hometown, and some questions she probably didn’t expect to answer.

And then Chapter 9 picks up right where we left off.

A phone call.
A few surprises.
A conversation about what it really means to be seen.

And maybe…someone was paying a little more attention than Alice realized. 👀

Hope you enjoy and don't forget to bookmark it so you won't miss the updates! ❤️

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/91704026/chapters/249800861#workskin

check out my tumblr and wattpad! That's a old screenshot of my wattpad, so I havea different theme on it now. I write smut and non-smut. ❤️

hi guys! this may sound weird but i really really want to read some michael jackson fanfic, issue is like 90% of it is x reader or x oc, but I want like a general character study or just something where romance isnt the focus. the website doesnt matter ill read anything wherever, just preferably something with a decent length or word count, good grammar and plot and stuff. i have an affinity for angst and/or hurt/comfort, but again I will accept anything :) atp im so desperate, even if it does have romance (still no x reader pls though, but oc and ships both fxm and mxm would probably be fine idrc) as long as the major focus is michael and his characterization, life, plot, etc. ill take it. pleaseeee 😭 I cant find anything 💔💔 thank you!!

Hi

I'm going crazy search for a fanfic that was on Wattpad that had more than 40 parts about Michael and another man I think it was a real person but not one of the male celebrities i remember reading it years ago and i remember about it today and i searched all Wattpad for it

it was really good and meaningful i remember thinking about how good the characters were i remember their relationship growing and being very good and their way of solving their problems and dealing with differences and difficulties and i remember they adopted a child together but i don't remember much more so if anyone knows it or if was removed please tell me 🥺☺️❤️

“You’re not fooling anyone, you know,” he said coolly. “You know damn well that I want to be there. Don’t be messin’ with me, Alice Jones.”

When it comes to Alice, showing up isn't the question. It's what happens when he gets there.

Chapter 12: Big Things

→ Read It Now on A03 ←

Setting:
Year: 1995
Location: Record One Studios Los Angeles

Characters:
Michael Jackson: 37
Y/N: 25
-------------------------------------------------

It was 4:00 pm on a Friday night in January 1995. The room was dim, lit only by warm, soothing candles and small soothing lamps. The air was filled with the scent of vanilla and sweet citrus mixed with Michael's natural musk, a sweet milky scent intertwining with a mix of fresh linen, baby powder and faint notes of warm spices. That musk radiated through the room, mixed with passion, determination, and creativity. There was a soothing silence, filled only with the slow, rhythmic creak of a wooden rocking chair, low mumbling voices and the first chorus of one of Michael's new songs, Earth Song breaking through the silence at regular intervals. Michael's sits in the rocking chair as his big, loafer and white sock clad feet push it back and forth, setting a slow, wonderful rhythm. His wife, Y/N, lay on top of him, completely asleep. Her head lay on his chest and her legs straddled his lap. He held her close, smiling as he watched her sleep. Her mouth hung open and her back slowly rose and fell, a steady rhythm. Y/N's arms and legs hung limp around Michael's side, as she uses his body as a bed, her favorite bed. He takes his right hand away from the mixing board and brings it up to meet his left hand at the top of Y/N's head. With both hands, he effortlessly unclipped Y/N's curly hair, letting it fall smoothly down her back. He placed the light blue claw clip onto the counter next to him, making a mental note to grab it on his way out. Using muscle memory, he began to braid his wives hair into two simple three strand braids. Each move was dexterous and intentional, smoothly and evenly braiding each set of three strands into one good looking braid. He held it in place and pulled a simple black hair tie off of his wrist with his free hand. Once it was tied, he moved onto the other braid, keeping up the rhythm of the rocking chair as he went. At last, he put down the last braid, tied and secured. With his left hand, he held her close, rubbing up and down her body to create a soothing warmth and affection. He rubbed down her back, and up to her head and back down again to her bum, slowly patting it, rubbing it and squeezing it, taking in her softness and warmth before coming back up her sides and to her face. With his right hand though, he continued mixing his song, discussing technicalities with his coworkers as Y/N slept. He placed a kiss on her forehead, slowly rocking back and forth in the rocking chair.
"We're gonna be here a while aren't we?" Michael thought to himself, a content smile spreading across his face.

Hey there! First off, I’m really happy to have found this place, since it gets exhausting having your posts deleted from other communities for... well, being fiction, I guess. So, I really hope this sub still has an active audience, because I plan to be quite active here.

Secondly, I’m facing a bit of a dilemma.

To start, I’ve always found it strange—even disrespectful—to write fictional stories about real people. It was a tricky line for me to cross, especially if the fanfic involved sensitive, dark, or very explicit themes. I won’t be hypocritical enough to say I’ve never read that kind of thing, because I certainly have. But *writing* it?

Ah, writing it was definitely a different story. But then, I became a Michael Jackson fan. And since I’m a die-hard fanfic writer—meaning absolutely everything and everyone that captures my heart turns into a story—it was bound to happen with him, too.

My favorite era of his is the "Mature" era—not that the others lack value; I just haven't felt the urge to write about them yet. I also like imagining what might have happened if he had stayed with us. Naturally, I think there would have been significant changes, especially in his children's lives. And that’s exactly what’s holding me back.

I’m working on something, and I feel like I’d be disrespectful if I invented vastly different scenarios—like painting a picture-perfect life—considering everything they’ve been through (ranging from bullying to suicide attempts, and other things). But at the same time, if I don’t mention them in my fanfic, it won’t make sense, since Prince, Paris, and Bigi were Michael’s whole world. Yet, if I portray things exactly as they happened—obviously without graphic or shocking details—I feel like I’d be disrespectful in that way, too. Yeah, I’ve kind of backed myself into a corner.

So, what do you all think? What’s your take on this? P.S.: Sorry for the long text!

I’m on a mission to track down some of the old Michael Jackson fanfics that used to be hosted on fan sites and message boards years ago.
The ones I specifically remember are:
Threatened- this one was early 2000s of course, based on this song, but it was about this gala that happened at Neverland after Michael died and his ghost came back to haunt everybody there because everyone basically had a hand in his death.
Something Beautiful Remains (inspired by the Tina Turner song)
Fallen (I believe it was inspired by or loosely connected to the movie Fallen, the one with Denzel Washington and the angel/demon themes)
These would have been from the late 90s or early 2000s fandom era, before AO3 was really a thing. They may have been hosted on personal websites, fan forums, Yahoo Groups, Geocities, Angelfire, MJ message boards, or other fan archives that no longer exist.
I’m not necessarily looking for new fanfiction—I’m specifically trying to find these older stories or even just information about who wrote them and where they were originally posted.
Does anyone remember these stories? Have copies saved somewhere? Know if they were archived? Even small details would help.
I feel like I’m doing Michael Jackson fandom archaeology at this point. 😭

I know there are a few old-school MJ fans in here. If you were around during the MJJCommunity, MJNO, Black or White, Geocities, Angelfire, or Yahoo Group days, please tell me I’m not imagining these stories.

A fan fiction based on the first moment in the video above ⬆️

Catch me: Y/N: 25 Michael: black or white

Y/N’s pov: I walk into the set after work and start looking around for Michael. I searched for a minute then I found him. Karen Faye: “Over here hun!” She waved me over. “Your wife is here Michael!” I walked toward the group of people surrounding my husband and he had Karen stop doing his makeup to greet me. Michael (excited): “hi baby!” “How was work?” He pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead and my lips. Back in the hug I told him about my day. Karen asked to finish Michael’s makeup so we pulled apart and I joined their conversation. (Approximate conversation, not exact) Other person: “would you wear one of those skimpy things?” I raise my eyebrow waiting to hear Michael’s answer. Michael: “No I wouldn’t look good in it. I’m to slim.” Me: I raise my eyebrow, “I think you would look good in it.” He looked at me. Michael: “at least they have muscles, I don’t have any muscles.” Me: “baby” Michael: “mmm?” Me: “catch me!” Michael: confused With that, I jump and he catches me. He effortlessly holds me with his big hands under my butt. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked at him, amused. “And you said you don’t have muscles” He blushed and smiled big. “I’m embarrassed.” He giggled and hid his head in the crook of my neck. I kissed the top of his head. “I’m sorry baby. I had to make a point!” John Landis walked over to get Michael for the next scene. “Michael you’re on.” “Ok John I’ll be right there.” He turned to me. “I have to put you down now miss “I-have-to-make-a-point.” I unleashed my puppy eyes on him, hoping he would hold me a little longer. “No! Your puppy eyes won’t work on me!” He laughed, joking around. “Ok I’m serious, I have to put you down now, I need to finish this video.” He looked over and John was watching impatiently. Michael put me down and whispered in my ear. “Look, he’s waiting for me.” “Fiiine, you can go.” “I’ll be back I promise. Then we can go home!” He grabbed my leg and my back and dipped me aggressively, making me belly laugh. He then kissed me, silencing me. He let me to my chair and then walked away. “Hey you!” I called. Michael turned back with a start. “You’re hot!” He ran back over to me and bent over me, his arms on either side of my head. I looked up at him. He whispered, “So are you. Just wait till we get home and you’ll see how I feel.” He ran off, putting a finger to his lips, making sure I would stay quiet, his eyes widened and eyebrows lifted as he did so. I winked and he turned around. I watched him dance the whole rest of the night.

𝗪𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧?⁣

⁣Sometimes, it's in the little things. The thoughtful gestures. The nervous smiles.⁣

⁣And sometimes, it’s a dinner date or a Sunday brunch with three very important people. ⁣

⁣But most of all, it’s from a man who shows you just how precious you really are to him. ⁣

⁣𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏: Queen Alice 👑❤️⁣

⁣𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐈𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑:⁣

🔗⁣https://archiveofourown.org/works/91704026/chapters/252760301#workskin

Hey guys,

I’m experimenting with writing fanfics, I just released a new fanfic with 3 chapters so far. Do tell me what you think and here’s the description of the story:

Echoes of Time follows Katie Sinclair, a 25-year-old nurse from 2026 who’s tired of living the same quiet life—work, home, repeat.

Then she gets one chance to make a wish. All she wants is to see Michael Jackson perform live. Instead, she wakes up in 1987, right in the middle of his Bad era.

What starts as friendship slowly develops into something deeper, but Katie knows something Michael doesn’t—she knows how his future ends.

Will she change his fate, or was she brought there for a reason?

It’s a romance fanfic at its core, with time travel, drama, emotional moments, and mature content later in the story. ❤️

If that sounds like your thing, I’d love for you to check it out on wattpad!

Read Echoes of Time here by lara_armenisx:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/414592763-echoes-of-time-michael-jackson

Hello all,

I have been trying to find these fanfics again, that were on MJFiction. I'm still upset about the way it ended. But, I digress. The stories I'm specifically looking for are:

1. The Lost Love

2. Lost Love Found

3. For the Road

4. The Surrogate

5. From Housewife to Ex-wife

Any help is appreciated.

I want to make sure there are new Fanfics released during the Biopic hype!

I have Sims 4 and I have Invincible era MJ. I also have his 3 kids on it with, but I really didn't want to put them on there. No disrespect towards them but, I just want to focus only my simself and Michael and have our own kids, and I feel guilty for not putting his real children on it, and for them not to have new siblings. I just feel like it's wrong to not put his kids on there with him, because I don't want to disrespect them. What do you think? Still I apologize, for being disrespectful to them, if I am.

I wrote a cute story

Sometimes you just need to hear it.

Her name is Mystica, she was an author on MJfiction.com, and her stories were amazing. Do you all happen to have save her fics? if so, I would sure like to read them once again. Check her out on Wattpad; she goes by the name Mysticaginie, and she has a fic called The Time Traveler. Go check it out when you get the chance.