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Hello & Welcome
My name is Nevaeh.
You can call me Vaeh too or Mrs. Jackson… LOL
I live my life dedicated to delusion. It’s a beautiful gift being this disconnected from reality.
Too many scenarios in my head to keep to myself.
Wannabe Writer. Professional Disaster.
Michael Jackson Masterlist
MJ slander will not be tolerated. Seriously, I’ll put my loafers on and fight you.
Enjoy rummaging through my insanity! 🤎
This man has no business being anywhere but my bed.
Come home king. I want to braid your hair and smack da booty
Okay, so this isn’t like an emergency, BUT it’s urgent…
I have an urgent matter… a question to be exact
Serious question, do y’all think Michael knows how sexy his chest is?
Follow up question, how does he expect me to cope?
Follow up to the follow up, I want to be in those pants with him… that wasn’t I question, but I stand by it…
Looking isn’t enough anymore … I NEED TO TOUCH!
Yo, he’s got no business being this damn pretty
Mr. Jackson sir, you’re in serious danger of having your face licked…
It’s me. I’m the threat 🤎
You Play With Me, You Play With Fire
Summary: After fifty-five sold out stadium shows across the country, the Victory Tour is coming to a close. The Jackson family comes together to celebrate, little did they know the fireworks wouldn’t be the only explosion that night.
Pairing: Michael Jackson & Reader!
Warning: CURSING, FLASHBACKS, MENTIONS OF ABUSE AND FLUFF
Notes: I wrote this story set in the world of Conscious Decision, however, it can be read on its own. This was so much fun to create. I hope you enjoy!
The Hayvenhurst Estate buzzed with excitement. The Victory Tour is officially over and there are only two people who knew it truly was the end. Michael and Y/N remained beside one another, it’s the only way he could keep his anxiety leveled. He’s only able to function with her. Especially tonight, he needed her more than ever.
Y/N had come up with the idea to have a private celebratory dinner before the concert. She went all out, obsessively planning every little detail and with the help of Michael’s mother and sisters, it turned out better than she imagined.
The dinner table was full of love, laughter and appreciation of being together and of course the delicious meal before them.
Michael leans over, kissing Y/N on the cheek, “Thank you. This is… Minnie, this is beautiful.”
“Anything for you.” She caught Marlon side eyeing her, a teasing smirk forming at the edge of his lip, forcing her to add, “And, your brothers.”
“This is an incredible spread. Sorry fellas, I’m not dancing tonight. Go on without me. I’m eating until I can’t walk.” Jackie laughed, loading his plate with more mashed potatoes.
“Michael’s better half threw down in the kitchen, once again. We were in charge of decorations.” Latoya explained, taking a bite of a homemade honey butter roll.
“Uh-huh… Y’all really went all out.” Randy stared at the singular balloon floating in the corner.
“Yeah, it looks like a whole new house.” Michael rolled his eyes, “I thought I took a wrong turn.”
“We broke the helium tank…” Janet muttered with a frown.
“We?” Rebbie shook her head, “You, girl, you.”
“We made the banner! And, look! We got a new tablecloth, streamers and confetti.” Janet grabbed a handful and threw it in the air.
“It looks great. Thank you for doing all of this for us.” Jermaine winked, then, snatched the gravy boat from Jackie, nearly emptying it all over his own plate.
“I can’t wait for dessert! What did you beautiful ladies make?” Tito grinned, rubbing his hands together.
“Our lovely Y/N put together a bakery.” Janet sang, biting into her extra spicy chicken wings.
“Oh! I love when Y/N bakes! What are we having?” Tito shifted in his seat, staring at Y/N and waiting for an answer. Rather impatiently.
“I made a chocolate peanut butter fudge cake, double chocolate chip cookies, a lemon raspberry cheesecake, salted caramel cupcakes, some cinnamon rolls, an apple pie, brownies, oh, and a few flavors of ice cream…” she noticed how quiet it got, how all eyes were concentrated on her along with a ripple of silly smiles, “What? What is it?”
“That’s all?” Marlon said sarcastically, throwing his hands in the air.
“Girl, is there anything you didn’t bake?” Latoya joked.
“I couldn’t decide… so…” Y/N giggled, her hands up to hide her blush, “I made everything I could think of…” she adding, peeking through her fingers.
“Were you planning to feed all of Los Angeles?” Jermaine laughed, “She single handedly bought out all the nearest grocery stores of flour and sugar.”
“Girl, as of this moment, you are officially appointed as the one and only, Jackson family baker.” Jackie gave her a thumbs up.
“You gotta get her that new name Mike…” Marlon mumbled, although, everyone heard it, they chose not to add on. In order to save their brother the embarrassment.
“Lay off my girl, ya buttheads.” Michael waved them off. “She’s excited for us. Y’all should count yourselves lucky. Baking is her love language, so if she bakes for you, know you are loved.”
“Awwww!” Rebbie cheered, “She loves us guys!”
“Aww! Does this mean you’ll be my valentine?” Marlon teased, hand over his heart.
“You guys! She’s got a special place in her heart just for us.” Randy continued, wiping away a fake tear. “Oh, she probably writes about us in her diary!”
“I feel so loved! And, after dessert I’m gonna feel so comatose.” Tito chimed in.
“Y’all are annoying.” Y/N crossed her arms, looking away from them and biting back a laugh.
“You can’t get annoyed by people you love.” Jermaine tossed a crunched up napkin at her. “And, judging by how full this table is, you love us like crazy!”
“We love you right back.” Jackie added.
“Yes, we do.” Janet smiled, blowing a kiss, which Y/N theatrically caught and shoved in her pocket.
“You hear that?” Tito teased, his hand squeezing Joesph’s shoulder. “You love apple pie.”
“So what? It don’t take no talent to bake a damn pie.” Joesph spat, shaking off his son’s hand.
“What’s with all the hostility?” Rebbie asked, annoyed with his behavior.
“I ain’t rolling out no red carpet for this girl.”
“Y/N.” Michael growled across the table, “Her name is Y/N.”
“Whatever.” Joesph threw down his fork, the sound of metal hitting the glass plate echoed and everyone’s mood immediately sifted. They looked defeated. As always, Joesph had to ruin any special occasion. It was his expertise.
“She’s been around our entire lives. You know her name.” Michael hissed, “You know her name and choose to act like you don’t. She doesn’t deserve your anger.”
“Keep talking back and you’ll see real anger!” He shouted back.
“You’re always angry.” Michael raised his voice, “You always take it out on me. Whatever. You’re not going to do it to her.”
The idea of Michael giving Joesph an order sent a chill down the table. He became a whole new person with Y/N, the person he truly was and that made his siblings proud.
And, of course, fearful. Fearful of what this newfound confidence will unlock in Joesph.
“I’m not one of those big shot doctors at that fancy hospital you work at. You can’t bat your little eyes and color me impressed.” Joesph snarled, surprisingly overlooking Michael words and fixing his glare on Y/N.
“Joesph.” Katherine scolded, wanting desperately to enjoy this night with her family, without any drama.
“I won’t be won over by a pretty smile and some kind words. Are you listening to me girl!” His fist crashed against the table, followed by a heavy uncomfortable silence. “I’m not dumb like my son. You give him a minute of your attention and he’s putty in your hands. Not. Me.” There it was. He made sure to insult his son and his lifelong best friend in one breath.
“Mr. Jackson—”
“Joesph. You’ll call me Joesph.”
“Joesph, the insinuation that I’ve accomplished what I have because of my looks is completely wrong. Not only is it offensive, it’s arrogant. It’s like saying, the only reason you have all of this is because you rode your children’s coattails all the way to the promise land.” His eyes widened, and she smiled big, raising the fluted glass to her lips and taking a sip, “However, I suppose one of those insinuations is actually true. So, Joesph, would you say you’re making an arm and a leg off your sons this time around or, is it two arms and two legs? I know how passionate you are about fudging numbers.”
“Who do you think you’re talking to—”
“I’m talking to you.” Her voice steady, “Look at you. A nice new car in the driveway. Tell me, I’d love to know, which one of your children’s bank accounts did you dip into for your shiny new accessory?”
“You will respect me in this house! My house! How dare you come in here and say those false words to my face. Have you no decency?”
“Respect goes both ways.” She shrugged, “Since you claim to be a man all about his facts. Let me help you get your facts right. This is Michael’s house and he’s been kind enough to allow you to live here.”
“I don’t need to respect you! You’re a girl that my son can and will replace in a week. I don’t even need to learn your name. You ain’t special.” He laughed bitterly, “And, you definitely ain’t special to him. My boy has girls fainting over him, he has an endless supply of honeys to choose from. You ain’t all that.” Michael straightened up, staring daggers at Joesph. You are special.
Everyone knows that. You are it.
“I’m a grown woman, not a girl and for the last time, my name is Y/N.”
“I don’t care little girl! I’m not one of your patients! I’m not going to bow down or hang on your every word just because you wear a white coat!”
“And, I am not one of your children. You cannot intimidate or beat me into blind obedience.” No one dared move a muscle after those words were heard.
“W— What did you just say to me?”
“You’re nothing. You’re weak. You’re not a man. A real man wouldn’t need to resort to violence to be heard. A real man wouldn’t need to use his fists to build up the facade he’s actually worthy of being respected. The truth is, the only way you feel important is by putting your children down. They are good, in spite of you, they have beautiful hearts. They are daily reminders of everything you’ll never be and you can’t stand it— you can’t handle that they persevered and survived you. Jealousy is an ugly thing, wouldn’t you agree?”
There was no telling Joesph’s next move, but no one felt afraid for Y/N. There wasn’t a trace of fear on her face.
It was brilliant.
“You stupid little— You are trash! Trash! I want you out of my house! Now!” He roared. “Out!”
“She’s not going anywhere.” Katherine cut in.
“Have you not heard what this worthless little bitch has said to me! This pathetic piece of trash!” He shouted, picking up his plate and throwing it across the dining room.
“Insult me all you want. I’ll happily be the target of your aggression tonight. Everyone deserves a long overdue break from your juvenile tantrums.” Y/N crossed her arms, the siblings looked on, impressed at how unfazed she seemed.
“Excuse me?” Joesph rose from his seat, now, staring down at her. She exhaled, removing the napkin from her lap, folding and placing it on the table. The family watched closely as Y/N confidently pushed her chair back, standing to meet Joesph’s eye.
“Joseph, did you really not hear me or are you simply upset that I won’t back down to you?” She tilted her head, “If you’ve got such a strong desire to hear it again… I’ll repeat myself. I’ll even write it down, so you never forget it.” She finished with a smile.
“I heard you the first time.”
“Good.”
They stared at each other, until Joseph flicked his hand stiffly as if to say this conversation was beneath him. Then, stomped off, followed by the front door slamming and with that everyone could breathe again.
“I’m sorry.” Y/N said to Michael, her hand on his cheek. “I shouldn’t have—”
“No. No. No. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He grabbed her hand, kissing it gently.
“We ain’t mad at ya.” Jackie said and all the siblings nodded along. “You handle business. As always.”
“It’s entertaining as hell too.” Randy giggled, giddy as ever. “She’s feisty.”
“One of these days, you gotta teach us how you do that!” Latoya emphasized, “He’s scared of you. Ever since we were kids, she’s always had his number.” She snapped her fingers, with a silly expression on her face.
“Who knew, a doctor, a baker and a boxer all in one.” Marlon smirked, “I didn’t even know that existed.”
“Come on, my lil gangsta.” Janet skipped over, wrapping her arm around Y/N’s shoulder. “Let’s go get dessert ready.”
“I’ll help you.” Michael stood from his seat, following Y/N and sister into the kitchen. Once they were gone, everyone shared not so subtle glances, before bursting out into various levels of howling.
“Mark my words. Michael is going to marry her.” Tito said, “Shoot. I ain’t mad. The lady can tear it up in the kitchen. She holds her own with Joesph. She’s meant to be a Jackson.”
“Boy, no one here was debating that.” Randy rolled his eyes, “We’ve been saying that since… well since forever. He is goo goo over her. Always has been.”
“Yeah, she’s a good one.” Marlon smiled, “She’s perfect for him. How much longer is he gonna drag his feet? I don’t get it.”
“You know how Michael is. He’s plotting, I know him. When it comes to her, he’s confident and deliberate. He’ll get her locked down when the time is right. My little brother is smart.” Jackie complemented.
“There’s no way she doesn’t have guys all over her though, she works in a hospital, surrounded by handsome doctors and bold patients… you think she has a boyfriend?” Jermaine questions, “That would crush Mike.”
“She doesn’t have no boyfriend.” Katherine interrupted, “Quit talking crazy.”
“Mama, you gossiping with us?” Latoya wiggled her shoulders.
“That girl is all about Michael. You’re blind if you can’t see that.” Katherine said.
“Yeah, they’re in love. We all know that, I mean everyone but them.” Rebbie giggled, holding her hands up in frustration.
“Maybe we should give them a nudge.” Tito suggested, “You know, discreetly…”
“Now, as much as I am tired of watching those two love sick fools trip over each other, there will be no nudging. It’s best to let these things fall into place the way God intended.” Katherine smiled, “I trust it’ll happen. And, I’ll be happy to say I witnessed it come together. Y/N is my bonus daughter, I know that in my heart.”
As they travelled through the halls backstage at Dodger Stadium, Michael kept a close eye on Y/N. He knew how difficult tonight would be, but made peace with the possibility of his family shunning him. It’s a risk he’s willing to take. He wasn’t afraid because she was on his team, they were a team— a damn good one. He’s accepted the notion that she was the only one who genuinely, selflessly and completely had his back. If she was still by his side he’d be okay, in fact, he’d be better than okay.
The pair reached his dressing room, rushing inside and closing the door. Finally, the air was lighter and the space calmer and quiet. Y/N didn’t waste a second, unpacking Michael’s necessities and arranging them the way he liked.
He knew he had to get dressed, but he couldn’t resist admiring her. She makes everything so magical. It made it impossible to look away.
So, he changed right there, no hiding. The perfect view of her gave him a boldness he didn’t know was possible. Why not soak it in?
Y/N looked over everything once more, to ensure that everything Michael needed was there. Then, she collapsed onto the couch, her elbow sunk into the armrest and her chin in the palm of her hand. She quietly doted over Michael buttoning his shirt. Her eyes followed as he settled in front of the mirror. He’s so focused on getting his curls to fall perfectly that he doesn’t notice her eyes on him yet. If he knew, the only thing on her mind was how handsome he is, he’d probably combust. He starts to touch up his makeup. The sponge dances across his cheek and it was then his eyes found hers. Although, no one sees the small things, he does— and he hates it. He instantly feels hot and in need of a hiding place, pretending to look for something, he begins rummaging through an empty toiletry bag.
“Michael.” She was beside him without a second thought, the captivating scent of her perfume already calming him.
“Y/N…”
“You are beautiful.”
“The makeup only does so much.” He said, turning away. “It’s getting worse… my skin… I— I don’t know how long I have until the makeup doesn’t work anymore.”
“You don’t need it. I know the vitiligo makes you feel vulnerable, but you are so loved. Michael, I need you to look at me.” She took ahold of his hand.
“I can’t…”
“Michael, please.”
He turned to face her, his eyes focused on the ground. His hands were trembling and his breath unsteady.
“Mickey.” Her palms soft against his skin as she gently raised his head up. “God creates beauty, don’t you agree?”
“Yes.”
“And, he created you…” she booped his nose with a smile, “What does that tell you?”
“I don’t know…” he tried to shrug her off, but she didn’t let him.
“You know. Michael, say it. It’s true, you just need to believe it.”
“God… creates beauty.” His voice so soft.
“And…”
“He created me.”
“Yes, he did. Let’s hear it again.” The pads of her thumbs tenderly caressing the rosiness spreading through his cheeks.
“God creates beauty. He created me.” Michael leaned in, resting his forehead against hers, “I am beautiful. I am Gods creation and he creates beauty. I am beautiful.”
“That’s right.”
“Our whole lives, you’ve always known exactly what to say, exactly what I need to hear at the perfect time.” He faced the mirror again, much happier with his reflection, “You know, sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself.”
“Oh, I definitely do.”
“We’ve always had that, even as kids, we just got each other.” He took a step in her direction, his hands attached to her hips like a magnet. “There are times, it feels like were connected… we could be in different states, shoot, even on different continents and I know what you were feeling… I could feel it, feel you.”
“I know. It gets intense at times.” She felt bashful, leaning her head on his shoulder, fiddling with the bedazzled details of his jacket. “Makes it feel like we’re the only two people on Earth… no one else—”
“No one else understands me the way you do.” Michael sighed, effortlessly finishing Y/N’s thought.
“That’s what I was going to say.” She laughed against his chest, tilting her head up only to see him already smiling back at her.
“I know.”
It was the first chords of Shake Your Body that snapped Michael back to reality. The thousands of smiling faces, the screams that morphed into one loud booming. He’d all but left his body for the entirety of the show, but now is the moment, his moment. One minute the countdown to showtime was being announced, the next it was almost over.
“You’re going to be incredible. You always are.” She smiled up at him, that smile that made him feel like he could fly. A delicate kiss to each of his cheeks, covering him with good luck.
“I think I’ll need to take you with me.” He chuckled nervously, holding her hand with all his might.
“You can do this. I’m with you.” It was tradition, she’d watch from backstage, the right side to be exact. “You know where to find me.”
“I can do this. If I get lost I’ll look to you. That always calms me down.” He pulled her in close, “I can do this. I have my Minnie.”
“You have me Mickey. You have me.” She tilted her head upward to look at him. They fell under one another’s gaze.
“I— I seriously love you.” Michael professed, his voice raw, leaving a trail of goosebumps across her body.
“I love you, seriously.” She responded with such emotion he felt weak in the knees, her arms around his waist the only thing keeping him on his feet.
“Mike!” Marlon yelled, eyebrow arched and arms crossed, “Am I interrupting something?”
“Yes. Our pre-show rituals.”
“Our? How cute!”
“What do you want, you schmuck?”
“It’s showtime.” He drummed his hands on the table, “Don’t you worry, I’ll hold his hand while we’re out there. Keep it warm for you darling.” He threw his arms around his brother, trying to land a kiss on his cheek.
“You crazy goon. Get off me” Michael cackled, pushing him away. “Let’s go.” His hand outstretched in her direction as Marlon went on, rambling about someone stealing his hair gel. Michael could do that, do just about anything all while giving his undivided attention to Y/N. Truthfully, it was second nature. A reflex, his body always accounted for her.
“Let’s do this.” Marlon couldn’t contain the joy he felt walking behind Michael and Y/N. They were exactly what one another needed. He could feel it. The sight of their intertwined hands made him look forward to the future.
Especially, their future.
His little brother had a future, it was bright and full of everything he’d always dreamt of.
55,000 thousand people filled Dodger Stadium, each of the brothers took in this feeling. All, but one. Michael was pacing the stage, finally he brought the microphone to his lips, tucking his hand in his pocket. Yet, he couldn’t get the words out.
Y/N saw the panic on his face, hopping off the case she was sitting on. He felt it immediately, his eyes following in the direction his heart was tugging him toward.
There she is.
A sweet smile gracing her face, he felt it again. Strength.
His eyes focused on his lady, his Minnie, who made him feel worthy and special.
A flirty wink with her name on it. She giggled, blowing a kiss back, helping him find his voice again.
Finally, he spoke.
"I'd like to say... this is our last and final tour... I think this is our farewell tour. You've all been wonderful. It's been a long 20 years. And we love you all".
Michael’s unexpected announcement didn’t stop the screams from the crowd. His brothers stepped forward, connecting hands and taking their final bow. They share a long group hug, the flash of cameras mimicking that of lightning. It was truly a sight to see. The Jacksons wave goodnight, heading towards the stage exits. Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon and Randy disappearing behind the left curtain and Michael behind the right. It wasn’t planned to leave in separate directions, but it seemed like another statement in itself. Michael followed Y/N like she was his North Star, closing the distance between them in record time. He takes hold of her, clutching her against his chest as he moved them deeper backstage. No doubt wanting to get out of there. She knew, holding him tightly and moving her feet in sync with his.
There was shouting getting closer, Michael’s grip tightening around his best friend, anticipating for what was about to happen. He wanted to shield her from it— he had to.
“Who the hell do you think you are!” Joesph barked, running ahead to block the exit. “You better look at me boy! Look me in the eye you little shit!”
“Joe, it’s over.” Bill stepped in between the father and son. “Let’s not make a scene.”
“Be a man! You’re pathetic! I made you! You are nothing! Always have been, always will be! For once in your miserable life, be a man and—”
“Enough!” Y/N interrupted, “That’s enough!” Her hand protectively placed on Michael’s chest as she glared at his father.
“You!” Joesph shifted his focus, his wicked finger pointed in her face. “This is your fault! You turned him against his family! You manipulative money hungry little bitch!” He attempted to step closer. “You’re poison! I knew you were rotten! You want to ruin our family! You—”
“You! You are the poison!” Michael shouted, everything came to a halt. He pushed his father’s hand away from Y/N’s face. “Y/N supports my decisions, she does not make them for me. She is family. My family. She isn’t going anywhere. She’s not intimidated by you and neither am I. You can’t control me anymore— never again. I’m not gonna allow you to brainwash me into walking away from the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He stepped closer, placing Y/N behind him and Bill stood close at his side. “I’m done being used. You bullied me into being your cash cow, you thought I’d never stand up for myself. I wish it didn’t take so long, but I am done. You hear me? I am done! You accept this or you don’t either way it’s happening. And, if you ever speak to my girl like that again, I promise it’ll be the last you ever see of me.”
Joesph stood dumbfounded, staggered steps backward until his shoulder hit the wall. He was speechless, for once. They didn’t expect or wait for a response, they didn’t even spare him a glance. Michael extended a protective arm around his girl, she felt a gentle squeeze against her hip as he guided her away from this mess.
Bill got them to the car quickly and unscathed. Michael and Y/N’s hands tied together the entire time, however, he chose not to bring attention to it.
The car ride was silent, but pleasant. Before he knew it the kids had drifted off, exactly like when they actually were kids. Michael leaning against the interior of the door and Y/N snuggled up into his side.
He couldn’t help but watch over them proudly. They’d really grown up, his silly little kids, now adults. He wouldn’t change a thing— they turned out to be everything he knew they’d live up to and more. He felt so blessed to have been there every step of the way.
Michael stirred slightly, squinting as he tried to figure out where he was.
“Get some sleep. I’ll wake you when we’re home.” Bill whispered.
Michael tilted his head, “You ever sleep? You’re like The Terminator.”
“Oh, hush.”
“Can we stop for burgers and shakes?” Michael grinned, releasing Y/N’s hand and adjusting his arm around her waist. Michael’s back to the cushion, holding her against his chest like she was the most delicate thing he’d ever laid his eyes on.
“That’s a good idea. I could eat.”
“I’m starving.” His fingers ran through Y/N’s hair as she slept peacefully. He’s so natural with her. He can be a person with her. He can be himself.
“Sleeping beauty here held her own.” Bill had been holding in a laugh all night. “We outta start calling her Princess Punch.”
“Yeah, what can I say, she knows how to take care of business.” Michael kissed the top of her head, his eyes fluttering shut, but still awake.
“She’s a gem.”
“She’s a diamond.” Michael corrected.
“Mhm. You better be planning to give her one sometime soon.”
“What makes you think I haven’t already?” Michael shot back with heavy cheekiness and a smug look on his face.
“Go to sleep, ya rascal. I’ll wake you both for food.” They laughed as Michael got comfortable, soon the sound of his gentle snores filled the backseat.
Bill studied their faces, even in deep slumber, the love between them was undeniable. He was so happy for his boy, for both of them. Suddenly, a chuckle sounded from his mouth, recalling the first time he experienced these two together.
It was magic.
“Come on. We can’t be late little man.” Bill announced, pacing the living room carpet of the Jackson house.
“We’re coming!” Michael’s little voice called back, followed by a jumble of scrambling noises.
Bill had learned not to question the ‘we.’ Michael was always bringing along his little pet friends. They brought him great comfort, which was more than okay with his chosen protector. So, when the young musician descended the stairs with a bright eyed girl on his tail, Bill was just the tiniest bit surprised.
“Hi! I’m Y/N.” The young girl spoke, her hand extended towards Bill, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”
“Hello, you can call me Bill.” He shook her hand, taken aback with how independent she seemed. It was a hell of a first impression to say the least.
“Alright, we’re ready!” Michael held his arm out, allowing Y/N to walk ahead of him.
“Woah, woah, hold on now.” The two kids looked at one another confused, “Are Joesph and Y/N’s parents aware she’ll be joining us today?” Bill locked the front door and walked down the path with both kids skipping around him.
“Of course. I’m Michael’s best friend.” Y/N replied like it was something he should’ve known. “Where he goes, I go.”
“And, where she goes, I go.” Michael explained, “She’s my entourage.”
“Is that right?” Bill beamed, this boy was always full of surprises. They stood on the sidewalk to continue the conversation.
“The news called me a rising star. That’s a small step away from celebrity. I need to surround myself with people that will keep me grounded.” Michael spoke like it was common sense. “That’s where Y/N comes in!”
“Exactly, I knew him before the fame, so he can trust me. I’ll make sure that no one takes advantage of him or tries to get close to him for the wrong reasons.” Y/N nodded, crossing her arms.
“That’s sweet. However, I believe that’s my job.” Bill held the door open, helping them to load their backpacks into the car.
“I suppose, but he’s my best friend. Fame, it can change people. I don’t want them to change my Michael.” There was more tied between those words, but Bill couldn’t quite understand it just yet.
He made his way to the driver’s side in time to catch the most important part.
“Don’t worry Minnie. I ain’t changing.” Michael held his pinky out for her— a pinky promise to seal the deal. They buckled in, flipping through their comic books as the car started moving.
“Mickey! Look!” She screeched, holding the comic she was reading up to him. They both cried out laughing uncontrollably.
After an hour, the backseat fell silent and Bill could finally hear the radio again. He peeked through the rearview mirror, his two little passengers had drifted off to sleep. Michael was sprawled out on top of an oversized teddy bear, Y/N curled up into his side and of course, their hands were clasped together.
Bill chuckled lowly, at that age, every friendship feels like it’s going to last a lifetime. You don’t know that you’ll make new friends all the time. Some friends will grow with you, some won’t and you see them less and less. Eventually, you move on. You bounce back a lot faster as a kid.
But, he had this feeling.
And, it was stronger than a hunch, he could feel it, these two were special.
Michael was glowing. He was truly happy. That didn’t happen. Ever. The way he was expected to carry so much on his shoulders. He dealt with so much pressure and pain. Bill always had trouble understanding how he did it all. He’s so young, but no matter how much was taken from him he was still kind. He never got the chance to be a kid, to be himself— without judgment.
He deserved to have someone who embraced who he is. He really is such an amazing kid.
He had found that with this sensational little lady.
She helped him to be a kid, instead of staring at him or poking fun at him. She knew how great he was and appreciated him. Hell, she even wanted to tag along as his entourage just to protect him.
This young lady, she’s his escape. And, she was determined to be there for her best friend by any means necessary.
That made one fact very clear.
They were going to grow up together. They were going to be inseparable in every era of their lives.
Y/N was going to be around for a lifetime.
is this thing on?
You bet your cute booty it is!
You guys are THE BEST!!!
I love you! I love you! I love you!
I can’t explain how much your support means to me. Y’all, if I could gift you each an album of Michael booty pics I totally would. 🍑
But, I have something else I think you may appreciate….
To celebrate this milestone, I have a story share with you!
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ELLE!!!!!!
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I’m finishing up a few stories… can’t wait to share them!
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Then, There Was You
Chapter 3
Michael and Lady Y/N made their way towards the palace, in a matter of minutes they’d be having dinner with her family. They were what some would consider, scandalously close, their arms pressed against one another, their hands firmly tied and the way they were looking at each other. There are no words to describe it. Neither dared to move away. The smiles they wore, anything but subtle.
“I can’t believe your mom invited me to stay.”
“She likes you.” She sang, bumping her shoulder into his.
“I’m starting to pick up on that. Hopefully, it rubs off on the rest of your family.” He couldn’t help laughing along with her, but the nerves were growing stronger with each step.
“I promise, there is no reason to be nervous. I will be with you the whole time.”
Michael wasn’t just overthinking, it felt like he was imploding. He toured all the time, he has traveled the world— more than once, now here he is— on a date with a princess. She was so much more though, he was absolutely crazy about her, so much that it scared him. He was incredibly aware of how much he felt for her. When he had first arrived in England he was counting down seconds until the next stop, next show, next town. Now, he wanted to stop the clocks. He wished he could cancel the rest of the tour and stay. He knew it was illogical, but he couldn’t help it. All he wanted was to stay with her.
“Y/N…” Michael’s voice was gentle, but the look on his face was full panic. He stopped walking, not quite confident enough to face her as he spoke.
“What is it?”
“I’m not royalty. I’m concerned your family won’t approve of our relationship— of us spending time together. I’m just me.” He deflated as he spoke, holding his arms out, as if to display himself like the town pariah. “Y/N, I’m not enough. What are they going to think of me? What are we going to tell them?”
“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Michael, you are more than enough.”
“Y/N…”
“Michael, we can tell them everything, nothing or something in between. I am not ashamed. I am not hiding. We are simply doing things on our own terms, our own timeline. Whatever you are comfortable with.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded in response, “I am so glad to have met you. You have no idea.”
“I was just thinking the same thing.” He caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb, she felt her heart speed up. No doubt her cheeks were a bright pink, but she wasn’t embarrassed.
She was right where she wanted to be.
They both were.
The moonlight casted the perfect light across the scene as they drifted closer and closer together. He held her like he’d spent his whole life searching the ends of the earth to find her.
And, finally, here they were.
“Honey…?” He murmured, his eyes conveying a deep craving that only she understood, because she felt it too. The warmth of his hand at the base of her neck causing a tingling to wave down her spine.
His lips pressed against her jawline, leaving kiss after kiss until he met her lips. He felt it deep inside, he felt her everywhere. She wasn’t just leaving her mark on him. She was changing the way his body was wired. It was all transforming, the way blood pumped through his veins, how his lungs operated and his heart, oh his heart, it beats stronger now.
It beats for her.
She was changing him for the better. Right before their eyes, he was evolving into everything he was always meant to be.
Because of her.
“Whenever you’re ready. If not, we can run, I know all the best escape routes.” She inhaled the scent of his cologne, shutting her eyes as she snuggled further into his neck.
“No, I think I’ll stay. If you don’t mind, I’d like to spend more time with the woman of my dreams.” His tone flirtatious, rubbing his hand up and down her back.
“You better be talking about me.”
“Well, as sweet as your mom is, she’s not exactly my type, plus I think she might be married.”
“Ha-ha.”
Meanwhile, within the palace, the table had been set and the guests had arrived. Prince Charles poured a light brown liquid into a glass and sipped on it, his eyes landing on his wife who was giddy with anticipation.
“Is it safe to assume that this is a result to Mr. Jackson joining us tonight?”
“Perhaps.” She shrugged, failing to hide her smile.
“Well, he seems like a decent man. It should be a nice night. Do try to control yourself, yes?”
She was irritated by the condescending tone, but the sound of footsteps grounded her. As much as she wanted to give him a peace of her mind, she refused to make herself a spectacle in front of guests.
“Ah, ha! Here’s the party.” That voice. No.
“Benjamin!” Charles cheered, standing up to greet him.
“Diana—”
“What are you doing here?” The princess asked, ignoring his cocky grin and outstretched hand.
“Well, dear, I invited him.” Her husband answered, clearly oblivious to how much she and his own sister disliked the man.
“You don’t seem too happy to see me.”
“Thank goodness you’ve picked up on that. It saves me the trouble of pretending all night.” She smiled sarcastically, before quickly leaving the room.
She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she reached the garden, the cool night breeze wrapping around her immediately. Now, with a set of doors standing between them she felt like she could breathe again. She shook her head, this was not about her, her moment had come and gone, but Y/N she still had time. She still had a chance. That was most important.
She must protect her sister. Her heart, body and soul. She deserved more. And, Diana would stop at nothing to make that happen. At least one of them should experience a happily ever after. She was content as long as her sister could have it all.
She smiled, hearing the sound of laughter moving closer. When they finally came into view, their hands were entangled, wearing matching smiles and with each step melting closer into one another. They looked absolutely breathtaking together.
“Di?” Y/N questioned, however, she didn’t move away from him one bit. “Is everything alright?”
“I just could not stand the thought of not being the first to greet you.” She smiled, leaning in to embrace her and whispering, “Your pain of a big brother invited Benjamin the banished…”
“Your idiot of a husband did what? Why?” Y/N responded through clenched teeth. “What is wrong with him?”
“I should be asking you the same question. You have a more in depth understanding on how he operates. He was your brother long before he was my husband.”
“He is such a pain in my a—”
“Is there something wrong?” Michael interrupted cautiously, still standing just a step behind Y/N, close enough to rest his hand on the curve of her back.
“No, of course not.” Her smile was gentle, “My brother invited Benjamin, so he’ll be having dinner with us… unfortunately.” Her volume decreased more with each word.
“It’ll be fine.” The sound of his voice having an immediate effect as she relaxed into his broader frame. “No reason to worry.”
“Michael, lovely to see you again.” Diana felt she was intruding on a private moment, but standing there in silence felt like more of an invasion some how.
“You too.”
“I have a feeling this is going to be a memorable evening!” Diana giggled, pulling them both inside. “Extremely entertaining. Profoundly uncomfortable. I can hardly wait!”
The Queen and Prince Philip were already stood in the dining room waiting to welcome everyone. Elizabeth was ecstatic at the sight of Michael, so much so that his greeting lasted a significant amount of time compared to everyone else, especially Benjamin whom she couldn’t seem to get rid of fast enough. She gushed over Michael in a way that didn’t make him feel like an object or a museum exhibit— it was grounding.
He felt like a person here. It was something he’d been forced to live without for so long. It was refreshing.
Y/N tilted her head slightly, guiding Michael to the seats that were furthest from Benjamin.
“Y/N, over here. Sit.” Benjamin was already seated as he made his demand known. Michael’s skin burned with rage at the boldness of his request.
Y/N contemplated for a quick second on how to handle this situation. It didn’t take long for her to realize the perfect solution. No reaction at all. She moved towards the seat Michael had pulled out for her.
“Thank you Michael.” She smiled sincerely, looking up at him as she took her seat, “You are such a gentleman.” They smiled at each other as he took his place next to her.
“Y/N?” Benjamin’s voice sounded and the Princess Royal simply ignored him. Diana was sure she was a moment away from crying tears of pride. “Alright, I’ll just…” he scoffed, gesturing towards the empty seat on the other side of Y/N. Diana was moving immediately.
“Honey, we usually sit on this side.” Charles says, leaning over the table as he resided in the seat across from her.
“This is so much better, wouldn’t you agree?” She grinned, “We can talk more comfortably, no twisting our necks to see each other and I get to be next to my sister.” By this time, Benjamin was stood beside Diana, a look on his face that was unmistakable. She took a deep breath, then turned to him.
“Can—”
“Oh, I am not moving.” She answered his question before he could even get all the words out. He stood there dumbfounded for longer than necessary before scoffing and moving back to the seat he left.
“I am so in love with you.” Y/N leaned over, giggling at how far her sister would go to protect her.
“As you should be.” Diana reached over, gently pinching her cheek.
“So, Michael, how long are you in town for?” Charles asked from across the table.
“I’ll be here for another two weeks.”
“Oh! That is lovely news. You are always welcome here. We would love the opportunity to become better acquainted, besides, you do not have to worry about the press disturbing you here.” Elizabeth smiled, it was the type of smile that brought comfort and safely. Her tone was genuine and it made him feel like he’d stumbled upon something great. “In other words, make yourself at home here.”
“That’s an incredible offer. Thank you. Hopefully, I won’t over stay my welcome.”
“You are too lovely to get tired of.”
“Lucky us being graced with your presence a bit longer. The stars have aligned in our favor.” Diana smiled, wiggling her eyebrows at Y/N.
Y/N giggled, holding her napkin over her face to hide her blush. Her and Diana became so enveloped in their teasing glances, they were completely unaware of how the conversation continued around them. Suddenly, Michael shifted in his seat, that got her attention and she realized something was wrong.
“I— I’m not sure I agree with that description.” Michael responded quietly. Y/N looked across the table her eyes landing on the scowl that rested on Benjamin’s face. Why is he even here? She fought the urge to fling her plate at him like a frisbee.
“Well, how would you describe it?” He pushed further, setting down his utensils and leaning in.
“Benjamin, what—”
“He’s a grown man, Y/N. Surely, he can answer questions on his own.” He waved her off so quickly, even holding his hand up in the air. Her heart sped up, suddenly the thought of launching herself over the table felt like the only acceptable response.
“Back off—”
“Have you even seen the stuff written about him? It’s obvious to anyone with a brain that he’s using you to win over the people of England. It’s despicable.”
“Anyone with a brain? I hate to break it to you, but that is a requirement you do not quite meet. You know nothing about him. You are making a fool of yourself. As usual.”
“I can’t believe you’re letting this American manipulate you.” Before Y/N could respond Michael cleared his throat. “What a joke.” He muttered.
“Y/N’s lovely and we get along very well because we have a lot in common. I’d never use her for publicity. I’d never disrespect her, especially in that way. Truthfully, I get more than enough attention from the media without trying. I do my best to avoid it, but unfortunately it’s part of the job.” Y/N moved before she could process it. Her hand reached his under the table, intertwining their fingers. A silent way of telling him she didn’t agree with the attack and felt awful for bringing him into this situation.
“What happens when they start attacking Y/N, hm? I have seen the things printed about you—”
“Benjamin. That is enough!” Y/N slammed her hand on the table. “Leave him alone.”
Y/N was so focused on defending Michael she hadn’t noticed the small smirk on her mother’s face, but Diana did. Diana always did. Minuscule or not, nothing went unnoticed by her.
“I apologize for my outburst.” Benjamin said, his eyes on the queen as he tried desperately to stay in her good graces.
“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” Her voice was sharp, not even sparing him a glance. “Michael, I do hope we can move on from Benjamin’s arrogant behavior.”
“No problem.” Michael said softly, looking back to she Y/N already smiling at him. Her father’s eyes fell on her in a way she wasn’t used to. She knew her actions would be discussed later, but the way Michael squeezed her hand made the worry fade away.
“Michael is quite literally the most famous, most loved person around the world. He hardly needs us to help his image.” Y/N left a final message, using her fork to push vegetables around her plate.
Her father’s eyes darted between her and Michael with suspicion. They were comfortable with one another, extremely comfortable and close. Before he could question it out loud, his wife squeezed his arm to stop him.
“It is very much deserved too.” Diana added, sensing the tension. “He is so talented and has worked hard his entire life.” She smiled as she cut off Prince Philip from pressing further. That earned her a look of suspicion from her husband, but she didn’t care. “I am simply stating facts. For example, family dinner has been absolutely lovely so far, would you not agree?”
Y/N immediately burst into laughter and to her surprise she wasn’t the only one. Leave it to the Princess of Wales to break the tension.
“To family dinner.” Elizabeth agreed, holding up her glass as everyone else followed.
After dinner, Y/N’s parents bid farewell to their children and guests, insisting they enjoy the rest of the night and make themselves at home.
“Movie night?” Diana inquired, the sweetest smile on her face.
“Oh, well then, we need sweet treats.” Y/N added, with no objections they began searching for the perfect movie. Michael excused himself to the bathroom and Benjamin jumped on the opportunity, cornering Y/N before she could even comprehend what was happening.
“Hey!” She cried, startled at the sudden and unwanted hand on her. “Stop it—”
“This is insane! How can you do this?” His jaw was tense as he spoke, squeezing her arm as he yanked her away from the crowd. “What is going on with you? How can you show up with this— he’s a commoner! You know better— the Y/N I know would never—”
“Get your hands off of me!” She shoved him back, rubbing her arm in attempt to alleviate the pain from his grip, “You’re crazy. Don’t ever touch me again, do you hear me? How dare you!”
“No. We need to talk. We are having this discussion.” He blocked her path as she tried to escape him. “Michael Jackson? A— Are you serious? It’s insanity! Michael Jackson? You’re making a mockery of the crown, of yourself. Are you forgetting your place, your influence? Y/N, he’s a bloody American. A musician nonetheless. He’s not—”
“First of all, you do not know me, you’ve never known me. You only love the version of me you’ve created in your narrow minded head. Secondly, if you say one more disparaging remark about Michael, I will hurt you in ways you can’t even fathom. You have no idea what—”
“He’s weird! He’s not— He doesn’t belong here! Not with you. He’s— you’re too good for him. He’s nothing. I’ve read enough about him to know that he’s—”
“Tabloids? You’re seriously using what’s printed in the press as an argument? They are just as full of it as you are. You do not know him.”
“I know what I see. And, I see a freak—”
“Shut your mouth! Your opinion is meaningless. You’re completely out of line. What I do and who I do it with is none of your business. You have no right disrespecting or giving any kind of opinion on Michael. You don’t know him like I do. You’re absolutely clueless. Michael, he’s a great man— he’s incredible, something you’d know nothing about. You’ve overstayed your welcome months ago. You need to leave. Now.” She side stepped him, sights set on the door, but, unfortunately the act of her walking away triggered something in him. Something dark.
He grabbed her again. Harder.
He forced her small frame against the wall.
“I don’t take orders from you. Especially now, when you’ve clearly lost your mind. Michael Jackson, how could you go so low, have you no self respect?” Then, with all the strength she could muster, her fist sunk into his eye socket with a sickening crunch. He stumbled, leaning on the wall to hold himself up. “What the fuck!”
“Benjamin.” The Queen’s voice shot through the small space like lightning, he jumped back and pathetically attempted to play off his downward spiral.
“Your highness, what a lovely surprise.”
“This is my home. Why would my presence be a surprise?”
“No, of course— I just meant we thought you’d gone off to bed, it’s nice for you to join us.” He smiled, pitifully, slowly taking a step towards Y/N.
“No. No. No.” She held her hand up, stopping him. “That’s close enough.”
“Your majesty, I was simply trying to talk some sense into Princess Royal— this is concerning— her choice in acquaintances—”
“Stay away from my daughter. I will not repeat myself. Now, you should be leaving, don’t make me have you removed.”
He stared for a moment, but the daggers Queen Elizabeth was shooting at him caused his tough demeanor to fold. He simply nodded, hanging his head low before finally leaving.
“Darling, are you okay?”
“Yes. Thank you mom.”
“Good. Let me know if there is anything I can do. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” She kissed her daughter’s cheek, “Go on. I’m sure Michael is missing you.” The corner of her lip curved slightly and she winked.
Y/N was too in shock to say anything, so she hugged her mom tight before leaving.
She collided into a familiar chest as she rounded the corner. The scent of his cologne calming her nerves almost instantly. His hands protectively stopped at her waist.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m good.”
“Y/N, I heard screaming…” His sweet brown eyes shut instinctively at the red mark on her arm, the sight itself brought him too much pain to bear, “What’s on your arm?”
“I’m okay. It doesn’t even hurt. I promise.”
“That’s not what it looks like. This is all my fault. I— I have to do something. He can’t just get away with this.”
“Don’t worry about me.” She grabbed his face, looking into his eyes, “You need to know, what he said about you, he’s wrong. They’re all wrong.”
“I don’t care what anyone says. I only care what you think of me.”
“Good.”
Diana’s eyes inquisitively looked over Michael and Y/N as they shared a intimate moment in the hallway. She didn’t want to intrude, so she chose to watch from afar. It brought her great comfort to know that her little sister had someone and something real. A person who was completely outside of the institution and would stop at nothing to bring her happiness.
“Michael, are you a scotch man?” Charles loudly and obliviously interrupted the moment.
“Oh, I actually don’t really drink.” His demeanor was full of uncertainty, Y/N had an encouraging nod as he looked to her for approval, “Well, why not? I’d be open to try some.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Charles chuckled, waving Michael over and leading the way to the lounge down the hall.
Diana let her sister watch him walk away and when he was out of sight, she grabbed her hand and pulled her into the kitchen.
“You two look stunning together.” Diana spoke nonchalantly as she began searching the cabinet for ingredients.
“You think?”
“Yes, anyone can see that. He’s so good for you too.” She clapped her hands excitedly doing a little happy dance.
“He’s so sweet and funny and kind and… dreamy.” Y/N drifted off, mindlessly whisking together flour and sugar.
“Oh honey, you’re in the zoning out phase of this.”
“Of what?”
“L-o-v-e.”
Meanwhile, in the lounge, Michael was admiring the artwork hung on the walls.
“There is nothing left to chance.” Michael spun around, Charles stood, a small glass in his outstretched hand.
The cold expression on Charles’ face made him pause, “I’m sorry?”
“Nothing is left to chance.” He gently shook the glass, urging Michael to take it, which he did. “Our lives,” He nodded towards the painting of his sister they stood in front of, then put his hand on his chest, “Our lives, the paths we take are chosen for us, often times long before we are even born. Our lives are not our own. We do not get to act on impulse alone. We live for the crown. That is expected of us. It is our responsibility.”
“Yes, Y/N has explained that to me. She’s very proud of her work and how that has impacted the people. It means a great deal to her, I respect that. It’s inspiring how dedicated you both are.”
“Everything you see is years in the making. Each person in our lives is carefully analyzed, then we receive approval… or disapproval.”
“I see.”
“A meticulous process. Nonetheless, necessary.”
“I don’t doubt that.” Michael felt the air shift, he exhaled, tapping his fingers mindlessly on the glass. He knew where this was going.
“You and my sister, I feel quite curious. It is safe to assume that is a developing friendship, correct?”
“Yes, we are—”
“Ah! I see. That is a relief.” Charles chuckled, cutting off the musician. “It is understood that the limit is friendship?”
“I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
“My parents may choose to look the other way until they are forced to step in, but I will not. I see what is in front of me. I see it. I do not care for it and I have much to say.” The way Charles’ voice turned dark gave Michael the confidence he needed to continue this conversation. It happened in a blink of an eye, he couldn’t bring himself to care or remain composed.
“Well, I’m here now, say what you must. I can’t say I care for your opinion, but you aren’t the first one to chastise me tonight. I have no doubts your words won’t trouble me, same as your friend.”
“I disagree. My words actually matter. Y/N respects my opinion. As I was saying, there are no accidents. Nothing is left to chance. If something happens, someone appears that is not necessarily according to plan— they do not last long.”
“So, I’m gathering that my attendance tonight isn’t according to plan.”
“Smart man.” The prince smirked, “Do you even understand what you’re getting yourself into?”
“I’m not sure I understand what you’re implying by that. Care to explain?”
“My sister—”
“There you are! Charles would you stop hogging my guest.” Her voice warded off all tension and when Michael turned to face her— he felt his frustration wash away. It was obvious she truly wanted him here. That’s all that mattered. The way she smiled at him.
“We’re making cookies!” Her giggles echoed off the walls as she leaned into him, “Diana is waiting for us in the kitchen, go ahead. I need a quick second with my brother.” It happened quick, she kissed him, it was a peck, but it was the sweetest thing he’d ever felt. He nodded, then walked away with the biggest smile on his face.
“I have to say I am surprised. Impressed even. I did not know you had it in you. You are really running with this whole rebellious thing—” She felt overwhelmed with irritation and refused to listen to another word out of his mouth.
“Charles, shut up. Now. This is not a joke. Does it look like I am laughing? I need you to listen, because I will only going to say this once. You will back off and stop trying to scare Michael away—” He chuckled deeply, sipping on his drink in response to her cutting him off so hastily.
“Oh, you’re so dramatic. Calm down, no need to get all worked up. I didn’t say anything—”
“No. Do not do that. I will not be written off. I am not overreacting, this means something to me. I know you. I know the mind games you play and he will not be your next victim, okay? You do not speak to Michael, especially alone until you learn how to act, do you understand?”
“Seriously? This tantrum you are having is, well to put it gently, unnecessary. It is laughable. I mean when have you ever took on the role of protector. I mean you have gone full guard dog—”
“This is not funny!” Her shout cut through his words and finally the smirk fell from his face. He couldn’t understand how he ever found this funny now that his little sister stood before him, looking devastated. “It is not a joke.”
“Y/N…”
“Michael is truly wonderful. You would see that if you were not so consumed with rejecting what is unknown to you.” She breathed out, “He is— Charles, he is worth the chaos.”
That surprised him. His little sister hated being a spectacle. She did her job, did it well, but living with all eyes on her, all the time— she always fought against it. Despised it.
She hid on palace grounds. She purposely kept her back to photographers during any sort of engagement. She carefully picked out her wardrobe, so on personal outings, even if they did relentlessly follow her, they couldn’t use the material.
She lived her entire life running from the chaos.
Yet, here she stood, no hesitation, knowingly welcoming what would inevitably come and turn everything upside down.
Absolute chaos.
“You— You are serious… you care for him? This— you two, this is real?”
“Yes. I will not let you or anyone else treat him like he is nothing, do you understand? He is not going anywhere. I want him here, but most importantly, he wants to be here. The rules and roles aside.” She paused, inhaling deep and pulling at her fingers. “Charles, could you simply be my brother, just this once, please? He makes me happy.”
The silence dragged on a beat longer than either of them had anticipated. Charles stared at her dumbfounded, then, to her surprise, pulled her into a tight embrace. A sweet kiss to the top of her head, then, he spoke.
“I will always be your brother.”
“That’s a lot of cookie dough.” Michael’s eyes widened at the mountain sitting on the counter. Diana shrugged, beginning to form little balls out of the dough.
“We take movie night seriously. There must be an infinite amount of junk food, the best way to enjoy a movie, would you agree?”
“Absolutely. Where’s the popcorn?”
“You really are one of us.” She laughed, “Third cabinet to the left, our popcorn maker is just below it.”
“I’ve never seen anyone get as excited for movie nights as I do.”
“Guess you have found your people or should I say person.” Diana hummed, as if her statement, though playful, wasn’t exactly his thought.
“Definitely. Both.” He’d never felt so comfortable especially in a place this far from home.
“She is happy. I love seeing it.” Diana spoke, not taking her eyes away from the project in front of her, “Pay no mind to my husband or his envious words. He can be quite the downer at times.”
He froze, looking at her confused, how did she know?
She chuckled and shook her head, shrugging.
“I know everything.”
“Will I— her and I… will that bring her problems?”
“Possibly, but she would face anything head on. Y/N, she cares deeply— fiercely, trust me, she will act as a shield to protect you, if needed.”
“I’m not sure I’d be comfortable with her putting herself in that position. I don’t want her to have to deal with the mess that comes with me…” Diana’s chest clinched at the pain in his voice.
“She will only have to do so once. You would be surprised, but the listen to her, every time. She draws the lines and they all fall in place.” She spoke with her hands, gesturing to the outside, no doubt referring to the media. “She deals with a lot, adding a sprinkle more would not break her, especially if she has you.”
“You’re not concerned about how things may change, what if they— what if it affects how they follow her— how they respect her— that’ll have a huge impact on how she’s able to lead— what if things get worse— what if they never leave us alone?”
“Not a chance. There will be a bit of an uproar, do not misunderstand, but I think the positive will be greater and that will carry you through any of the negative. You are overthinking this.”
“How can you be so sure? What if being with me completely ruins her reputation? What if I bring her down—”
“Michael, you and I both know how the media can be. They fabricate everything, they lie so much that they are incapable of one very important fact— understanding what is real.”
“Real?”
“The way you two feel about each other. That is real. Michael, I cannot speak for you, but I refuse to take that lightly. Things like this do not just happen, you cannot waste this chance. Would you agree that your happiness is far more important than meaningless gossip?”
“Yes, I guess so, but Y/N, her happiness matters too—”
“I have known her for a long time. She is happiest when with you.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I make her happy.” He whispered softly, like no amount of times hearing those words was enough. He needed to hear it over and over again to believe it, to never forget it.
Someone hit play on the suspenseful music…
BIG SISSSSS!! *hugs you*
I MISSED YOU! I WAS SO WORRIED!
LIL SIS!!!!!!!!
Oh how I missed you!!!! *hugs* I’m sorry I made you worry 😭
I’ll never disappear again *pinky promise*
GIRL OMG YOU’RE ALIVE I MISSED SEEING YOU ON MY TL
I’M ALIVE!!!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE I STAYED AWAY THIS LONG!!!!
Stop! I missed your appreciation of my insanity.
🤎
I’m a productive member of society, okay? OKAY?
So, obviously, I’m not spending the entire day admiring pictures of my man’s hands.…
I’m definitely NOT thinking about how long and strong his fingers are….
Or how his hands would fit perfectly around my—
NOPE! I’m absolutely NOT having dirty thoughts, I’m simply appreciating photography….
That’s all…. Nothing to see here….
Then, There Was You
Chapter 2
July 16, 1988
Lady Y/N tiptoed out the front door, shut it softly then sprinted down the steps to the car. The driver simply smiled then rolled up the partition to give her privacy. Her heart was pounding. It wasn’t the excitement of seeing Michael again— well not completely. She didn’t realize it until she buckled her seatbelt, she’d never left palace grounds alone and without anyone’s knowledge. A day away from all of this, sounded good, but a day with him— that sounded perfect.
The tinted windows gave her a sense of anonymity and protection, so she could freely gaze out. She’d never seen her hometown quiet like this before. It was incredible how something so simple made her heart full.
There were no peering eyes, cameras or screaming. Everyone was simply going about their day, oblivious to her presence. She loved it.
They pulled into a parking garage and the driver came to a complete stop. He rushed over, opening the door for her.
“Your royal highness, Princess Y/N, it’s been an honor traveling with you.” He bowed his head, “Mr. Jackson is waiting for you as he prepares for sound check. These lovely gentleman will escort you inside.”
“The honor is mine.” She smiled, shaking his hand and bidding him farewell.
Michael had planned out everything. He assured her that she’d be well taken care of with him. He didn’t want her to regret breaking a few rules to spend time with him. He had to keep her safe.
Suddenly, his heart seemed to have doubled in size, he felt hot and full of anticipation— she was here. He could feel it, everything in his body was telling him so. When a large group of his men walking down the tunnel— it was just confirmation.
He tried to make himself busy. He tried to seem oblivious to her arrival, like he wasn’t staring back and forth at his watch and the entrance. He tried to look unfazed by her presence. He tried. Yet, he failed, miserably.
There she was.
She’d stood near the chairs he had set up specifically for her. They were right in front of the stage, what the hell was he thinking? It was so close. If he messed up, she’d see it. Shit, she’s smiling at him.
He waved, jogging over the edge of the stage and hopping down to the ground floor. They were inches apart now. The nerves were uncontrollable at this point.
“Hi.” He managed to get out.
“Hi.”
“Hi— I mean— No— I— What’s up? No. How are you?” He tried to calm himself, crossing his arms to appear like he wasn’t losing it.
“Michael, breathe.”
“You make me nervous.”
“I’m nervous too.” She gently grabbed a hold of his arms, uncrossing them, “How about, we be nervous together?”
“I like the sound of that.” He held her hands for a moment before pulling her closer.
“Goodness, took you long enough.” She teased, hugging him back.
“I’ll never understand how you do it…”
“Do what?”
“When I feel like I’m doing everything wrong, you help me breathe again. You don’t make me feel like a failure, even when I feel like I’m messing everything up.”
“You’re not. I’m having a great time. You— this. It’s perfect.”
“You’re perfect.” He held her tighter, ignoring everything going on around them.
“If I knew sound check was code for cuddling with you, I would’ve arrived hours ago.”
“You always gonna see right through me, huh?”
“Absolutely.”
Michael did his best to concentrate, which meant avoiding looking directly at her. However, he was failing— miserably. She sat there, the tour jacket he’d gifted her, wrapped around her figure and denim covering her legs. She was dressed down compared to the last two times he’d seen her, but wow, this was his favorite. She appeared comfortable and carefree, like she belonged in this world— his world. That sweet smile never left her face and her eyes never left him.
At this point, he was giggling more than he was singing and everyone was enjoying watching him become so flustered— for once.
He was relaxed. It was a side of him the tour crew hadn’t experienced before.
He was actually enjoying himself, allowing things to happen naturally, instead of stressing in attempt to control every little thing. Right now, with her, he could just be Michael.
It was an incredible experience.
Then, looking out into the stadium and the first person they see is a member of the royal family. A princess. She sat on a plastic foldable chair, drinking soda from a paper cup and munching on a bag of gummy worms resting in her lap.
It was the furthest from normal, it was better.
“That was incredible.” Y/N gushed, walking up the ramp of the stage.
“Thank you.” He tried to push away his nerves, “It was just rehearsals.”
“Thank you for inviting me—”
“You’re so beautiful.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “I was thinking that— I— I didn’t mean to say it out loud. Well, I did, but I didn’t mean to cut you off.”
“You’re sweet.” She giggled, reaching over to tuck a stray curl back into his ponytail. “I don’t mind hearing your thoughts.”
“Good, because they’re all about you.”
“All of them?”
“Every single one.” He flirtatiously smiled, their hands acted like magnets as he moved closer to her. She lifted her chin to meet his eyes.
“Any other thoughts?”
“What it’d feel like to kiss you.”
“Well, why don’t you find out?” She smirked, her weight shifting to her toes, trying to meet him halfway.
This was it.
They didn’t want to blur the line, they wanted to cross it. They ached for it to be behind them.
His arms curled around her waist, her hands resting against the back of his neck, pulling him into her.
He tilted his head slightly, his nose poked her cheek, causing them both to giggle.
It helped alleviate the pressure.
It helped set the moment.
This moment.
The screech from a guitar sounded from the amps, not only scaring them, but completely slamming on the brakes of their moment.
They stood there flustered, but Michael knew he didn’t want to waste this moment. He wrangled up all the courage he could, grabbed her face and leaned in again.
“Boss!” They were interrupted for a second time. “Oh, oh. I’m so sorry to interrupt.” Bill scrunched his nose at the glare he was receiving from Michael.
“No problem. What do you need?”
“We’re ready to head out. Whenever you’re ready.”
“Okay.” He watched him walk away, then turned to her, “You ready?”
“Mhm.”
“Bill, he’s the king of timing.” Michael rolled his eyes playfully, stretching his arm out to rest across her shoulders. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. We have plenty of time.” She giggled, her arm bent upwards without a second thought, interlocking her fingers with his.
Michael never thought he’d see the day he’d be taking a stroll around a palace with a princess. It was breathtaking— almost as if the building adapted to be as beautiful as the woman living in it. The woman walking beside him and holding his hand. She caught him studying all the flowers lining the brick path.
“Aren’t they lovely?” She smiled, taking in just how handsome he was when he thought no one was watching. She’d never adored someone more than in this moment and she knew, with Michael, he’d always push her expectations— her affection would increase by the second.
“Yes, they’re stunning.”
“I planted them.” She bent down, picking a white fluffy one and holding it out to him. “It’s a peony.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one giving you flowers?” He laughed, his fingers curling around the stem.
“Oh, men deserve to receive flowers too. Don’t you think?”
“As long as I’m getting them from you. You could gift me a bag of dirt and I’d be happy.”
“That’s good to know if I’m ever in a bind.”
“It makes sense you planted these.”
“Why is that?”
“They are the fullest, most beautiful flowers I’ve ever seen. Your touch is like magic.”
“That’s quite the compliment.” She blushed, her arm curved around his waist as they continued to walk. His arm rested across her upper back.
“Where are you taking me?”
“The arcade of course.”
“You have an arcade?”
“Yes. I’ll race you.”
“Y/N, honey, they don’t call me the flash for no reason.” He laughed, pulling off his best superhero pose.
“Michael, love, I suggest you get ready to embrace second place because I never lose.”
“Wow. You’re competitive.” He laughed to keep from thinking about how amazing it was to hear her call him ‘love’.
“Mhmm. Last one there is a rotten egg!” She yelled, taking off, her hair flowed with the wind and his heart pounded louder than her feet hitting the ground.
“Wait! That’s not fair! I don’t know where we’re going!” Michael chased her, doing his best to not get lost. She came to a stop without warning, so he dug his heels into the gravel to avoid crashing into her.
“Shh.” She pulled him down into a crouching position, “I need to think.”
“What’s going on?” He tried to look around, but all the plants were blocking his view.
“My parents.”
“I see. Am I not allowed to be here? Is this like a royals only zone?”
“No, no. I— I didn’t know if you’d be comfortable. Am I not supposed to tell anyone that we’re spending time together?” The way her eyes turned sad made his stomach drop, why would he ever want to keep her a secret?
“You can tell whoever you want, or no one at all. I’ll follow your lead.” He grabbed her hand, kissing the top of it. “I’d plaster the message on billboards and on the sides of buses if you’d let me.”
“You’ve put a lot of thought into this announcement.” She winked, “I don’t want this to be a secret, but I’m not really sure what to tell them—”
“Y/N?” Her mother’s voice startled them both and they quickly stood up. “Mr. Jackson…” The smirk of the Queens’ face was unmistakable.
“Mum! Hi!” Y/N tensed up, but she didn’t move away from him, which was comforting. She wasn’t ashamed.
“What a lovely surprise.” The Queen chuckled, reaching out to greet him.
“Your highness, it’s lovely to see you again.”
“Please, call me Elizabeth.” The shock on his face was unmistakable, “If you’re going to be keeping my daughter company more often, then I don’t see why we can’t be on a first name basis, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, of course.”
“I’ll leave you to it.” She smiled, turning her heel before speaking once more over her shoulder, “Michael, do join us for dinner, we’d love to have you.”
“I’d love to. Thank you for the invitation.”
Y/N noticed the nervous expression on his face and interlocked their fingers, giving his hand an encouraging squeeze.
“Dinner with the Royal Family. That’s terrifying. I need to change. I can’t wear jeans— I don’t think this top is nice enough either—”
“Michael—”
“Do I need like a tux? I’ll call Karen and have her send over some options—”
“Michael, you look perfect. If it makes you feel any better I’m wearing jeans too.”
“This is your family. I have to make a good— no a great impression.” He raked his hands through his hair, biting his lip and gently rubbing his temples.
“You already have.” She took hold of both his hands and carefully placed them around her waist. “You have absolutely nothing to stress over. I promise.”
“What if they don’t like me?”
“Have you not being paying attention? They are crazy about you.” He couldn’t think of a response, so he simply smiled. “Now, shall we continue our adventure?”
“Lead the way, lovely.” He winked, the combination of his affectionate nickname and the wink— her cheeks illuminated with a deep shade of red.
They were in the middle of an intense air hockey battle when Michael spoke up.
“Do you go on a lot of dates?” She raised her eyebrow in surprise, “No, that’s not— I mean do you get to go out on dates or to hang out with friends. Do you have to get special permission from your parents? Do you need approval for everything?”
“Oh, well, I guess the simple answer is yes. My life belongs to the crown, so I can’t do anything that would cause harm or reflect negatively on the institution.”
“That sounds like a lot to get used to.”
“I’ve had my whole life to get used to it and I still have missteps.” She giggled, but he couldn’t tell it was forced. The way her smile didn’t reach her eyes, her hands clenching and unclenching like she was trying to regain control.
“I think you’ve done a phenomenal job. The people of Britain completely adore you. What you’ve done so far, the way you’ve handled yourself under this pressure at such a young age, you’re unreal— utterly unbelievable. It’s no secret that you are the favored Royal and I agree with them. They love you.”
“That’s the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Her lip curved upward as she met his gaze. “Thank you.”
“I’m just telling it how I see it. You deserve to be reminded of that more often. You’re appreciated.”
She softly shook her head in disbelief before quickly making her way towards him. He let out a surprised huff as she jumped into his arms. This was— and he was trying not to be dramatic, but this was the best hug in the history of hugs.
“You don’t understand how much that means to me. I don’t think it’s mean as much coming from anyone else.” She spoke against the crook of his neck causing goosebumps to infiltrate his skin.
“Y/N, you deserve the best— you deserve more. Always.”
“So do you.” The way she was smiling up at him made his stomach erupt in butterflies. He shyly moved away from her and took a seat on the nearby sofa.
“Y/N, I’m sorry. You deserve to be taken out on a real date. I wish I could’ve—”
“This is a real date. Isn’t it?”
“Well, yes, of course. Yes. I only wish I could’ve taken you somewhere away from here— somewhere new.”
“This is new. I’m usually alone here. I like having you with me.”
“I really enjoy being with you. I don’t want tonight to end.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” She spoke softly. “I’m dreading the thought of being away from you.”
“Honestly, I don’t think I could ever get tired of you.” Michael felt the beginning of a wave of embarrassment, he shouldn’t have said that out loud.
“It almost feels like, we fit perfectly to what the other has always been missing.” She nodded along with his statement, easing his nerves.
“Can I tell you something?” Michael bit his lip as he looked away from her.
“Of course. You can tell me anything.”
“I’ve never been on a real date before.” She could tell he felt hesitant in sharing, so she scooted closer, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Me either.”
“Y/N…” The tone of his voice pulled her attention, nothing else mattered and when she turned her head, they locked eyes and everything shifted. The air felt lighter. The nerves seemed to disappear.
“What are you waiting for?” She whispered, tilting her head slightly.
“I just want to be sure this is what you want.” He exhaled, his stare falling briefly from her eyes to her lips.
“You’re what I want.”
Michael took a deep breath, delicately taking her face in his hands, slightly tilting her chin up towards him. She wasn’t pulling away, in fact, she was leaning into him— staring up at him like he held the answers to every question she’d ever had.
This was it.
The kiss wasn’t just a kiss, it was everything.
Everything they’d both been hopelessly searching for, praying for and here it was. They’d stumbled upon all of it and more.
They found it in one another.
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Then, There Was You
Chapter 2
July 16, 1988
Lady Y/N tiptoed out the front door, shut it softly then sprinted down the steps to the car. The driver simply smiled then rolled up the partition to give her privacy. Her heart was pounding. It wasn’t the excitement of seeing Michael again— well not completely. She didn’t realize it until she buckled her seatbelt, she’d never left palace grounds alone and without anyone’s knowledge. A day away from all of this, sounded good, but a day with him— that sounded perfect.
The tinted windows gave her a sense of anonymity and protection, so she could freely gaze out. She’d never seen her hometown quiet like this before. It was incredible how something so simple made her heart full.
There were no peering eyes, cameras or screaming. Everyone was simply going about their day, oblivious to her presence. She loved it.
They pulled into a parking garage and the driver came to a complete stop. He rushed over, opening the door for her.
“Your royal highness, Princess Y/N, it’s been an honor traveling with you.” He bowed his head, “Mr. Jackson is waiting for you as he prepares for sound check. These lovely gentleman will escort you inside.”
“The honor is mine.” She smiled, shaking his hand and bidding him farewell.
Michael had planned out everything. He assured her that she’d be well taken care of with him. He didn’t want her to regret breaking a few rules to spend time with him. He had to keep her safe.
Suddenly, his heart seemed to have doubled in size, he felt hot and full of anticipation— she was here. He could feel it, everything in his body was telling him so. When a large group of his men walking down the tunnel— it was just confirmation.
He tried to make himself busy. He tried to seem oblivious to her arrival, like he wasn’t staring back and forth at his watch and the entrance. He tried to look unfazed by her presence. He tried. Yet, he failed, miserably.
There she was.
She’d stood near the chairs he had set up specifically for her. They were right in front of the stage, what the hell was he thinking? It was so close. If he messed up, she’d see it. Shit, she’s smiling at him.
He waved, jogging over the edge of the stage and hopping down to the ground floor. They were inches apart now. The nerves were uncontrollable at this point.
“Hi.” He managed to get out.
“Hi.”
“Hi— I mean— No— I— What’s up? No. How are you?” He tried to calm himself, crossing his arms to appear like he wasn’t losing it.
“Michael, breathe.”
“You make me nervous.”
“I’m nervous too.” She gently grabbed a hold of his arms, uncrossing them, “How about, we be nervous together?”
“I like the sound of that.” He held her hands for a moment before pulling her closer.
“Goodness, took you long enough.” She teased, hugging him back.
“I’ll never understand how you do it…”
“Do what?”
“When I feel like I’m doing everything wrong, you help me breathe again. You don’t make me feel like a failure, even when I feel like I’m messing everything up.”
“You’re not. I’m having a great time. You— this. It’s perfect.”
“You’re perfect.” He held her tighter, ignoring everything going on around them.
“If I knew sound check was code for cuddling with you, I would’ve arrived hours ago.”
“You always gonna see right through me, huh?”
“Absolutely.”
Michael did his best to concentrate, which meant avoiding looking directly at her. However, he was failing— miserably. She sat there, the tour jacket he’d gifted her, wrapped around her figure and denim covering her legs. She was dressed down compared to the last two times he’d seen her, but wow, this was his favorite. She appeared comfortable and carefree, like she belonged in this world— his world. That sweet smile never left her face and her eyes never left him.
At this point, he was giggling more than he was singing and everyone was enjoying watching him become so flustered— for once.
He was relaxed. It was a side of him the tour crew hadn’t experienced before.
He was actually enjoying himself, allowing things to happen naturally, instead of stressing in attempt to control every little thing. Right now, with her, he could just be Michael.
It was an incredible experience.
Then, looking out into the stadium and the first person they see is a member of the royal family. A princess. She sat on a plastic foldable chair, drinking soda from a paper cup and munching on a bag of gummy worms resting in her lap.
It was the furthest from normal, it was better.
“That was incredible.” Y/N gushed, walking up the ramp of the stage.
“Thank you.” He tried to push away his nerves, “It was just rehearsals.”
“Thank you for inviting me—”
“You’re so beautiful.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “I was thinking that— I— I didn’t mean to say it out loud. Well, I did, but I didn’t mean to cut you off.”
“You’re sweet.” She giggled, reaching over to tuck a stray curl back into his ponytail. “I don’t mind hearing your thoughts.”
“Good, because they’re all about you.”
“All of them?”
“Every single one.” He flirtatiously smiled, their hands acted like magnets as he moved closer to her. She lifted her chin to meet his eyes.
“Any other thoughts?”
“What it’d feel like to kiss you.”
“Well, why don’t you find out?” She smirked, her weight shifting to her toes, trying to meet him halfway.
This was it.
They didn’t want to blur the line, they wanted to cross it. They ached for it to be behind them.
His arms curled around her waist, her hands resting against the back of his neck, pulling him into her.
He tilted his head slightly, his nose poked her cheek, causing them both to giggle.
It helped alleviate the pressure.
It helped set the moment.
This moment.
The screech from a guitar sounded from the amps, not only scaring them, but completely slamming on the brakes of their moment.
They stood there flustered, but Michael knew he didn’t want to waste this moment. He wrangled up all the courage he could, grabbed her face and leaned in again.
“Boss!” They were interrupted for a second time. “Oh, oh. I’m so sorry to interrupt.” Bill scrunched his nose at the glare he was receiving from Michael.
“No problem. What do you need?”
“We’re ready to head out. Whenever you’re ready.”
“Okay.” He watched him walk away, then turned to her, “You ready?”
“Mhm.”
“Bill, he’s the king of timing.” Michael rolled his eyes playfully, stretching his arm out to rest across her shoulders. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. We have plenty of time.” She giggled, her arm bent upwards without a second thought, interlocking her fingers with his.
Michael never thought he’d see the day he’d be taking a stroll around a palace with a princess. It was breathtaking— almost as if the building adapted to be as beautiful as the woman living in it. The woman walking beside him and holding his hand. She caught him studying all the flowers lining the brick path.
“Aren’t they lovely?” She smiled, taking in just how handsome he was when he thought no one was watching. She’d never adored someone more than in this moment and she knew, with Michael, he’d always push her expectations— her affection would increase by the second.
“Yes, they’re stunning.”
“I planted them.” She bent down, picking a white fluffy one and holding it out to him. “It’s a peony.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one giving you flowers?” He laughed, his fingers curling around the stem.
“Oh, men deserve to receive flowers too. Don’t you think?”
“As long as I’m getting them from you. You could gift me a bag of dirt and I’d be happy.”
“That’s good to know if I’m ever in a bind.”
“It makes sense you planted these.”
“Why is that?”
“They are the fullest, most beautiful flowers I’ve ever seen. Your touch is like magic.”
“That’s quite the compliment.” She blushed, her arm curved around his waist as they continued to walk. His arm rested across her upper back.
“Where are you taking me?”
“The arcade of course.”
“You have an arcade?”
“Yes. I’ll race you.”
“Y/N, honey, they don’t call me the flash for no reason.” He laughed, pulling off his best superhero pose.
“Michael, love, I suggest you get ready to embrace second place because I never lose.”
“Wow. You’re competitive.” He laughed to keep from thinking about how amazing it was to hear her call him ‘love’.
“Mhmm. Last one there is a rotten egg!” She yelled, taking off, her hair flowed with the wind and his heart pounded louder than her feet hitting the ground.
“Wait! That’s not fair! I don’t know where we’re going!” Michael chased her, doing his best to not get lost. She came to a stop without warning, so he dug his heels into the gravel to avoid crashing into her.
“Shh.” She pulled him down into a crouching position, “I need to think.”
“What’s going on?” He tried to look around, but all the plants were blocking his view.
“My parents.”
“I see. Am I not allowed to be here? Is this like a royals only zone?”
“No, no. I— I didn’t know if you’d be comfortable. Am I not supposed to tell anyone that we’re spending time together?” The way her eyes turned sad made his stomach drop, why would he ever want to keep her a secret?
“You can tell whoever you want, or no one at all. I’ll follow your lead.” He grabbed her hand, kissing the top of it. “I’d plaster the message on billboards and on the sides of buses if you’d let me.”
“You’ve put a lot of thought into this announcement.” She winked, “I don’t want this to be a secret, but I’m not really sure what to tell them—”
“Y/N?” Her mother’s voice startled them both and they quickly stood up. “Mr. Jackson…” The smirk of the Queens’ face was unmistakable.
“Mum! Hi!” Y/N tensed up, but she didn’t move away from him, which was comforting. She wasn’t ashamed.
“What a lovely surprise.” The Queen chuckled, reaching out to greet him.
“Your highness, it’s lovely to see you again.”
“Please, call me Elizabeth.” The shock on his face was unmistakable, “If you’re going to be keeping my daughter company more often, then I don’t see why we can’t be on a first name basis, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, of course.”
“I’ll leave you to it.” She smiled, turning her heel before speaking once more over her shoulder, “Michael, do join us for dinner, we’d love to have you.”
“I’d love to. Thank you for the invitation.”
Y/N noticed the nervous expression on his face and interlocked their fingers, giving his hand an encouraging squeeze.
“Dinner with the Royal Family. That’s terrifying. I need to change. I can’t wear jeans— I don’t think this top is nice enough either—”
“Michael—”
“Do I need like a tux? I’ll call Karen and have her send over some options—”
“Michael, you look perfect. If it makes you feel any better I’m wearing jeans too.”
“This is your family. I have to make a good— no a great impression.” He raked his hands through his hair, biting his lip and gently rubbing his temples.
“You already have.” She took hold of both his hands and carefully placed them around her waist. “You have absolutely nothing to stress over. I promise.”
“What if they don’t like me?”
“Have you not being paying attention? They are crazy about you.” He couldn’t think of a response, so he simply smiled. “Now, shall we continue our adventure?”
“Lead the way, lovely.” He winked, the combination of his affectionate nickname and the wink— her cheeks illuminated with a deep shade of red.
They were in the middle of an intense air hockey battle when Michael spoke up.
“Do you go on a lot of dates?” She raised her eyebrow in surprise, “No, that’s not— I mean do you get to go out on dates or to hang out with friends. Do you have to get special permission from your parents? Do you need approval for everything?”
“Oh, well, I guess the simple answer is yes. My life belongs to the crown, so I can’t do anything that would cause harm or reflect negatively on the institution.”
“That sounds like a lot to get used to.”
“I’ve had my whole life to get used to it and I still have missteps.” She giggled, but he couldn’t tell it was forced. The way her smile didn’t reach her eyes, her hands clenching and unclenching like she was trying to regain control.
“I think you’ve done a phenomenal job. The people of Britain completely adore you. What you’ve done so far, the way you’ve handled yourself under this pressure at such a young age, you’re unreal— utterly unbelievable. It’s no secret that you are the favored Royal and I agree with them. They love you.”
“That’s the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Her lip curved upward as she met his gaze. “Thank you.”
“I’m just telling it how I see it. You deserve to be reminded of that more often. You’re appreciated.”
She softly shook her head in disbelief before quickly making her way towards him. He let out a surprised huff as she jumped into his arms. This was— and he was trying not to be dramatic, but this was the best hug in the history of hugs.
“You don’t understand how much that means to me. I don’t think it’s mean as much coming from anyone else.” She spoke against the crook of his neck causing goosebumps to infiltrate his skin.
“Y/N, you deserve the best— you deserve more. Always.”
“So do you.” The way she was smiling up at him made his stomach erupt in butterflies. He shyly moved away from her and took a seat on the nearby sofa.
“Y/N, I’m sorry. You deserve to be taken out on a real date. I wish I could’ve—”
“This is a real date. Isn’t it?”
“Well, yes, of course. Yes. I only wish I could’ve taken you somewhere away from here— somewhere new.”
“This is new. I’m usually alone here. I like having you with me.”
“I really enjoy being with you. I don’t want tonight to end.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” She spoke softly. “I’m dreading the thought of being away from you.”
“Honestly, I don’t think I could ever get tired of you.” Michael felt the beginning of a wave of embarrassment, he shouldn’t have said that out loud.
“It almost feels like, we fit perfectly to what the other has always been missing.” She nodded along with his statement, easing his nerves.
“Can I tell you something?” Michael bit his lip as he looked away from her.
“Of course. You can tell me anything.”
“I’ve never been on a real date before.” She could tell he felt hesitant in sharing, so she scooted closer, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Me either.”
“Y/N…” The tone of his voice pulled her attention, nothing else mattered and when she turned her head, they locked eyes and everything shifted. The air felt lighter. The nerves seemed to disappear.
“What are you waiting for?” She whispered, tilting her head slightly.
“I just want to be sure this is what you want.” He exhaled, his stare falling briefly from her eyes to her lips.
“You’re what I want.”
Michael took a deep breath, delicately taking her face in his hands, slightly tilting her chin up towards him. She wasn’t pulling away, in fact, she was leaning into him— staring up at him like he held the answers to every question she’d ever had.
This was it.
The kiss wasn’t just a kiss, it was everything.
Everything they’d both been hopelessly searching for, praying for and here it was. They’d stumbled upon all of it and more.
They found it in one another.
HALLELUJAAAAAAAAJ😩🙏
BLESS YOUR HEART!!! 🥲♥️
Then, There Was You
Chapter 2
July 16, 1988
Lady Y/N tiptoed out the front door, shut it softly then sprinted down the steps to the car. The driver simply smiled then rolled up the partition to give her privacy. Her heart was pounding. It wasn’t the excitement of seeing Michael again— well not completely. She didn’t realize it until she buckled her seatbelt, she’d never left palace grounds alone and without anyone’s knowledge. A day away from all of this, sounded good, but a day with him— that sounded perfect.
The tinted windows gave her a sense of anonymity and protection, so she could freely gaze out. She’d never seen her hometown quiet like this before. It was incredible how something so simple made her heart full.
There were no peering eyes, cameras or screaming. Everyone was simply going about their day, oblivious to her presence. She loved it.
They pulled into a parking garage and the driver came to a complete stop. He rushed over, opening the door for her.
“Your royal highness, Princess Y/N, it’s been an honor traveling with you.” He bowed his head, “Mr. Jackson is waiting for you as he prepares for sound check. These lovely gentleman will escort you inside.”
“The honor is mine.” She smiled, shaking his hand and bidding him farewell.
Michael had planned out everything. He assured her that she’d be well taken care of with him. He didn’t want her to regret breaking a few rules to spend time with him. He had to keep her safe.
Suddenly, his heart seemed to have doubled in size, he felt hot and full of anticipation— she was here. He could feel it, everything in his body was telling him so. When a large group of his men walking down the tunnel— it was just confirmation.
He tried to make himself busy. He tried to seem oblivious to her arrival, like he wasn’t staring back and forth at his watch and the entrance. He tried to look unfazed by her presence. He tried. Yet, he failed, miserably.
There she was.
She’d stood near the chairs he had set up specifically for her. They were right in front of the stage, what the hell was he thinking? It was so close. If he messed up, she’d see it. Shit, she’s smiling at him.
He waved, jogging over the edge of the stage and hopping down to the ground floor. They were inches apart now. The nerves were uncontrollable at this point.
“Hi.” He managed to get out.
“Hi.”
“Hi— I mean— No— I— What’s up? No. How are you?” He tried to calm himself, crossing his arms to appear like he wasn’t losing it.
“Michael, breathe.”
“You make me nervous.”
“I’m nervous too.” She gently grabbed a hold of his arms, uncrossing them, “How about, we be nervous together?”
“I like the sound of that.” He held her hands for a moment before pulling her closer.
“Goodness, took you long enough.” She teased, hugging him back.
“I’ll never understand how you do it…”
“Do what?”
“When I feel like I’m doing everything wrong, you help me breathe again. You don’t make me feel like a failure, even when I feel like I’m messing everything up.”
“You’re not. I’m having a great time. You— this. It’s perfect.”
“You’re perfect.” He held her tighter, ignoring everything going on around them.
“If I knew sound check was code for cuddling with you, I would’ve arrived hours ago.”
“You always gonna see right through me, huh?”
“Absolutely.”
Michael did his best to concentrate, which meant avoiding looking directly at her. However, he was failing— miserably. She sat there, the tour jacket he’d gifted her, wrapped around her figure and denim covering her legs. She was dressed down compared to the last two times he’d seen her, but wow, this was his favorite. She appeared comfortable and carefree, like she belonged in this world— his world. That sweet smile never left her face and her eyes never left him.
At this point, he was giggling more than he was singing and everyone was enjoying watching him become so flustered— for once.
He was relaxed. It was a side of him the tour crew hadn’t experienced before.
He was actually enjoying himself, allowing things to happen naturally, instead of stressing in attempt to control every little thing. Right now, with her, he could just be Michael.
It was an incredible experience.
Then, looking out into the stadium and the first person they see is a member of the royal family. A princess. She sat on a plastic foldable chair, drinking soda from a paper cup and munching on a bag of gummy worms resting in her lap.
It was the furthest from normal, it was better.
“That was incredible.” Y/N gushed, walking up the ramp of the stage.
“Thank you.” He tried to push away his nerves, “It was just rehearsals.”
“Thank you for inviting me—”
“You’re so beautiful.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “I was thinking that— I— I didn’t mean to say it out loud. Well, I did, but I didn’t mean to cut you off.”
“You’re sweet.” She giggled, reaching over to tuck a stray curl back into his ponytail. “I don’t mind hearing your thoughts.”
“Good, because they’re all about you.”
“All of them?”
“Every single one.” He flirtatiously smiled, their hands acted like magnets as he moved closer to her. She lifted her chin to meet his eyes.
“Any other thoughts?”
“What it’d feel like to kiss you.”
“Well, why don’t you find out?” She smirked, her weight shifting to her toes, trying to meet him halfway.
This was it.
They didn’t want to blur the line, they wanted to cross it. They ached for it to be behind them.
His arms curled around her waist, her hands resting against the back of his neck, pulling him into her.
He tilted his head slightly, his nose poked her cheek, causing them both to giggle.
It helped alleviate the pressure.
It helped set the moment.
This moment.
The screech from a guitar sounded from the amps, not only scaring them, but completely slamming on the brakes of their moment.
They stood there flustered, but Michael knew he didn’t want to waste this moment. He wrangled up all the courage he could, grabbed her face and leaned in again.
“Boss!” They were interrupted for a second time. “Oh, oh. I’m so sorry to interrupt.” Bill scrunched his nose at the glare he was receiving from Michael.
“No problem. What do you need?”
“We’re ready to head out. Whenever you’re ready.”
“Okay.” He watched him walk away, then turned to her, “You ready?”
“Mhm.”
“Bill, he’s the king of timing.” Michael rolled his eyes playfully, stretching his arm out to rest across her shoulders. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. We have plenty of time.” She giggled, her arm bent upwards without a second thought, interlocking her fingers with his.
Michael never thought he’d see the day he’d be taking a stroll around a palace with a princess. It was breathtaking— almost as if the building adapted to be as beautiful as the woman living in it. The woman walking beside him and holding his hand. She caught him studying all the flowers lining the brick path.
“Aren’t they lovely?” She smiled, taking in just how handsome he was when he thought no one was watching. She’d never adored someone more than in this moment and she knew, with Michael, he’d always push her expectations— her affection would increase by the second.
“Yes, they’re stunning.”
“I planted them.” She bent down, picking a white fluffy one and holding it out to him. “It’s a peony.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one giving you flowers?” He laughed, his fingers curling around the stem.
“Oh, men deserve to receive flowers too. Don’t you think?”
“As long as I’m getting them from you. You could gift me a bag of dirt and I’d be happy.”
“That’s good to know if I’m ever in a bind.”
“It makes sense you planted these.”
“Why is that?”
“They are the fullest, most beautiful flowers I’ve ever seen. Your touch is like magic.”
“That’s quite the compliment.” She blushed, her arm curved around his waist as they continued to walk. His arm rested across her upper back.
“Where are you taking me?”
“The arcade of course.”
“You have an arcade?”
“Yes. I’ll race you.”
“Y/N, honey, they don’t call me the flash for no reason.” He laughed, pulling off his best superhero pose.
“Michael, love, I suggest you get ready to embrace second place because I never lose.”
“Wow. You’re competitive.” He laughed to keep from thinking about how amazing it was to hear her call him ‘love’.
“Mhmm. Last one there is a rotten egg!” She yelled, taking off, her hair flowed with the wind and his heart pounded louder than her feet hitting the ground.
“Wait! That’s not fair! I don’t know where we’re going!” Michael chased her, doing his best to not get lost. She came to a stop without warning, so he dug his heels into the gravel to avoid crashing into her.
“Shh.” She pulled him down into a crouching position, “I need to think.”
“What’s going on?” He tried to look around, but all the plants were blocking his view.
“My parents.”
“I see. Am I not allowed to be here? Is this like a royals only zone?”
“No, no. I— I didn’t know if you’d be comfortable. Am I not supposed to tell anyone that we’re spending time together?” The way her eyes turned sad made his stomach drop, why would he ever want to keep her a secret?
“You can tell whoever you want, or no one at all. I’ll follow your lead.” He grabbed her hand, kissing the top of it. “I’d plaster the message on billboards and on the sides of buses if you’d let me.”
“You’ve put a lot of thought into this announcement.” She winked, “I don’t want this to be a secret, but I’m not really sure what to tell them—”
“Y/N?” Her mother’s voice startled them both and they quickly stood up. “Mr. Jackson…” The smirk of the Queens’ face was unmistakable.
“Mum! Hi!” Y/N tensed up, but she didn’t move away from him, which was comforting. She wasn’t ashamed.
“What a lovely surprise.” The Queen chuckled, reaching out to greet him.
“Your highness, it’s lovely to see you again.”
“Please, call me Elizabeth.” The shock on his face was unmistakable, “If you’re going to be keeping my daughter company more often, then I don’t see why we can’t be on a first name basis, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, of course.”
“I’ll leave you to it.” She smiled, turning her heel before speaking once more over her shoulder, “Michael, do join us for dinner, we’d love to have you.”
“I’d love to. Thank you for the invitation.”
Y/N noticed the nervous expression on his face and interlocked their fingers, giving his hand an encouraging squeeze.
“Dinner with the Royal Family. That’s terrifying. I need to change. I can’t wear jeans— I don’t think this top is nice enough either—”
“Michael—”
“Do I need like a tux? I’ll call Karen and have her send over some options—”
“Michael, you look perfect. If it makes you feel any better I’m wearing jeans too.”
“This is your family. I have to make a good— no a great impression.” He raked his hands through his hair, biting his lip and gently rubbing his temples.
“You already have.” She took hold of both his hands and carefully placed them around her waist. “You have absolutely nothing to stress over. I promise.”
“What if they don’t like me?”
“Have you not being paying attention? They are crazy about you.” He couldn’t think of a response, so he simply smiled. “Now, shall we continue our adventure?”
“Lead the way, lovely.” He winked, the combination of his affectionate nickname and the wink— her cheeks illuminated with a deep shade of red.
They were in the middle of an intense air hockey battle when Michael spoke up.
“Do you go on a lot of dates?” She raised her eyebrow in surprise, “No, that’s not— I mean do you get to go out on dates or to hang out with friends. Do you have to get special permission from your parents? Do you need approval for everything?”
“Oh, well, I guess the simple answer is yes. My life belongs to the crown, so I can’t do anything that would cause harm or reflect negatively on the institution.”
“That sounds like a lot to get used to.”
“I’ve had my whole life to get used to it and I still have missteps.” She giggled, but he couldn’t tell it was forced. The way her smile didn’t reach her eyes, her hands clenching and unclenching like she was trying to regain control.
“I think you’ve done a phenomenal job. The people of Britain completely adore you. What you’ve done so far, the way you’ve handled yourself under this pressure at such a young age, you’re unreal— utterly unbelievable. It’s no secret that you are the favored Royal and I agree with them. They love you.”
“That’s the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Her lip curved upward as she met his gaze. “Thank you.”
“I’m just telling it how I see it. You deserve to be reminded of that more often. You’re appreciated.”
She softly shook her head in disbelief before quickly making her way towards him. He let out a surprised huff as she jumped into his arms. This was— and he was trying not to be dramatic, but this was the best hug in the history of hugs.
“You don’t understand how much that means to me. I don’t think it’s mean as much coming from anyone else.” She spoke against the crook of his neck causing goosebumps to infiltrate his skin.
“Y/N, you deserve the best— you deserve more. Always.”
“So do you.” The way she was smiling up at him made his stomach erupt in butterflies. He shyly moved away from her and took a seat on the nearby sofa.
“Y/N, I’m sorry. You deserve to be taken out on a real date. I wish I could’ve—”
“This is a real date. Isn’t it?”
“Well, yes, of course. Yes. I only wish I could’ve taken you somewhere away from here— somewhere new.”
“This is new. I’m usually alone here. I like having you with me.”
“I really enjoy being with you. I don’t want tonight to end.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” She spoke softly. “I’m dreading the thought of being away from you.”
“Honestly, I don’t think I could ever get tired of you.” Michael felt the beginning of a wave of embarrassment, he shouldn’t have said that out loud.
“It almost feels like, we fit perfectly to what the other has always been missing.” She nodded along with his statement, easing his nerves.
“Can I tell you something?” Michael bit his lip as he looked away from her.
“Of course. You can tell me anything.”
“I’ve never been on a real date before.” She could tell he felt hesitant in sharing, so she scooted closer, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Me either.”
“Y/N…” The tone of his voice pulled her attention, nothing else mattered and when she turned her head, they locked eyes and everything shifted. The air felt lighter. The nerves seemed to disappear.
“What are you waiting for?” She whispered, tilting her head slightly.
“I just want to be sure this is what you want.” He exhaled, his stare falling briefly from her eyes to her lips.
“You’re what I want.”
Michael took a deep breath, delicately taking her face in his hands, slightly tilting her chin up towards him. She wasn’t pulling away, in fact, she was leaning into him— staring up at him like he held the answers to every question she’d ever had.
This was it.
The kiss wasn’t just a kiss, it was everything.
Everything they’d both been hopelessly searching for, praying for and here it was. They’d stumbled upon all of it and more.
They found it in one another.
Hi hunnies!
I’ve been gone too long I know. I’m back. I’ve missed ya!
My feet are killing me….. Oh, look! A place to sit 🤤🤤🤤
