The ballroom was aglow. Chandeliers hung from high vaulted ceilings, flames blazed above and left a lurid haze of warmth in their wake. Michael swept into the room as a crashing crescendo hit its queue. The music was loud, overwhelming when mixed with the crowd of strangers. He knew no one, if not for the masks on their faces, then for the fact his home was filled with dignitaries and lords and ladies of lands he had never been to. His eyes scanned the room, from the glistening display of ice sculptures to the exuberant amount of food lining tables against the walls.
None of it mattered. All Michael wanted to see was shy smiles and fidgeting hands. He scoped out the room once more, falling into disappointment when he couldn’t find her. But a gentle tap on his shoulder had him turning on his heel, letting out a breath of awe and taking her in. Instead of uniform—a gray dress and apron—light blue lace and pearls donned her body. Her hair was done up and a mask made to match her dress hid her face. But she was unmistakable to Michael. He’d know her anywhere.
“Care to dance?” Michael asked and extended his hand to her in offering.
She nodded and behind the mask that claimed her face Michael knew her cheeks were warming.
“As if I could refuse a prince,” she whispered airily as they drifted to the middle of the dance floor.
For the first time since Michael met her there was no fear that lingered between them. Secrets danced in the open. The prince took a beautiful lady to the middle of the ballroom and no one spared them a glance except in awe. Whispers would not carry words of disapproval, sneers would not meet their gazes. Michael felt like he was on the clouds as they twirled around, his hands lightly on her waist. He was trained in dance but she knew no steps other than to sway rhythmically to the music.
“Can you believe a kitchen maid is at a royal ball?” she asked in another whisper, the question so timid and filled with such disbelief it nearly broke Michael’s heart.
If he had it his way he would escort her to every event the castle threw. She would be awe inspiring in silks and jewels. She would be his princess and arranged marriages would cease to exist.
Instead of voicing all of those thoughts and wants he simply sighed with content. “You’re stunning.”
Her touch glided from his shoulders, up his neck and to his face where she gently lifted his white mask. She smiled shyly as she took him in before placing it back down. “As are you, my prince,” she responded and twirled with the music. Her dress sashayed in a grand sweep and she giggled. “I’ve never worn a dress so fine. You’ll have to thank her for me.”
Michael went rigid, the mere mention of his betrothed enough to make him falter. He wanted to despise her, he certainly hated their situation and the fact he could not marry the one he loved. But he couldn’t find resentment for her in him. Not when she was kind enough to grant his lady a night made from her dreams and dress made of lace and pearls.
“I will,” he promised. The ballroom was beautiful, her dress and mask were intricate and complimented her in a wondrous way, but Michael was still missing something. “Come out to the balcony with me?” he asked, knowing the shadows of the night would give them privacy.
She nodded as he took her hand and led the way out the doors to the desolate space. The moon was out, full and glowing just like her smile. Stars dotted the sky in tales of heroes and tragedies. Michael found her gaze, innocent and sweet. He acted on impulse once he was sure they were completely alone.
Just as she had, with gentle fingers and a loving touch, he lifted the lace mask from her face, finding much more beauty beneath the material. She smiled again, not as shy as before. When they were alone, she wasn’t afraid to be intimate, to show sides of herself the rest of the kingdom would never know. She beamed under the moon and looked up at the sky.
“It’s a beautiful night,” she said and turned to reach a hand out to the balcony railing, gripping it softly with a gloved hand. “It’s too bad it will be over so soon.”
Michael breathed out, breath colliding with the chilled air in a sorrowful plume. The party would die down in only a couple of short hours. Her dress would be replaced with the uniform Michael was prone to seeing her in though her glamor and beauty would not disappear. The castle would go back to being dark and feeling hollow. The morning would come and his wedding day would approach, no matter how much he willed it not to. His one true love would not be the one to walk down the aisle to him, no matter how much he wished for it.
“We could slip away,” Michael suggested and while she was used to the phrase--slipping away from the kitchens or royal responsibilities and finding alone time in the dark of Michael’s chambers--this time she sighed and shook her head slowly.
“We can’t do that anymore,” she said softly but the words were enough to pierce against Michael’s heart. “This is our last night. You’re meant to be wed in a fortnight,” she continued and turned back to him, reaching out for his hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. “She’s a good woman. And you’ll be a good husband.”
“We could run away,” Michael then suggested even though he knew it was farfetched, he could never run from the crown he was born to wear, he could never escape the fate that followed him.
She laughed but it was not filled with joy as it usually was. “I couldn’t rob a king of his crown.”
“I’m not king yet,” he mumbled.
“No, but you’ll be the best one this kingdom has ever seen. If you let yourself be,” she encouraged and closed the small distance between them, her lips brushing his softly. “I love you too much to let you run away from everything you’ve ever wanted.”
“You’re everything I want,” Michael spoke the truth but he knew it wasn’t enough. He knew the night was their last. “Stay with me tonight?” and in the morning they would go back to being a prince and a kitchen maid. Only crossing paths when the castle halls brought them together. Only exchanging familiar glances and pretending their hearts weren’t breaking with each day.
“One last night,” she agreed and slipped her mask back on, all of their games and disguises coming back to life as they left the party.
Their guards only came down when they were tucked safely away from everyone else. One last night filled with bliss and promises they knew they could not keep. The moon faded away and with the sunrise came an empty side of the bed and a lace dress left behind on the floor. Michael’s heart in pieces.
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Content — singledad!Michael x non-gendered reader
“Hey, I’m home. Where are my two favourite people?”
Michael’s loud voice calls out from the door to his apartment — his black boots squeaking against the wooden floor as he enters the place he calls home. The scent of a familiar dish instantly fills his senses; Levi’s favourite chicken and vegetable pasta. He spots his own dinner plated up on the kitchen counter, and his stomach rumbles at the sight.
He drops his keys in the dish next to the door, before removing his boots and jacket. He wonders why the apartment is so quiet — definitely out of the ordinary.
Michael is confused as he moves through the apartment, yet he doesn’t have to look far until he solves the mystery of the quietness. His gaze softens as he spots you on the sofa, Levi tucked up to your side — his head on your shoulder as the two of you have an evening nap. He knows Levi shouldn’t really be asleep at this time, but since he’s already had dinner, he hopes he can just move him to his bed and let him have an early night.
“Hey, bud.” Michael kneels down next to the sofa, ever so gently pushing Levi’s hair away from his face. He stirs, a hand lifting to rub at his eyes, as he realises he’s fallen asleep in the lounge. He gives him a minute to wake up and to get his bearings. “I’m here. Shall we go to bed, huh? Are you sleepy?”
He’s met with a small nod, and Levi cuddles up to you a little more — wanting to retain the warmth radiating from you and the thick fluffy blanket you’re tucked under. He holds his arms out to Michael, letting him pick him up, and curling into his chest to stay warm. Michael kisses his forehead as he holds him for the first time that day, feeling content with the weight of his son in his arms.
“I missed you so much today, bubba. I’m not going to the studio tomorrow so we can do whatever you want, okay?” Michael speaks quietly to his son, not wanting to disturb him anymore than he already has. He feel as though he hasn’t spent anywhere near as much time as he should’ve with Levi this week and it makes his heart ache. After another long day working on the album, he told his bandmates that he needs tomorrow off, that he needs the time to spend with his son and partner. They understand — they always do.
“Okay, dad.” Levi is trying to hold onto the sleep he had fallen into. There’s nothing he loves more then spending the day with Michael and you (and Milo), especially when he’s given the choice of what to do. Levi is usually chatty — especially when Michael has just gotten home, and he hasn’t seen him all day. Not in his current sleepy state though. “Can we go swimming please?”
“If that’s what you want to do buddy,” Michael replies, carrying him through to his bedroom. Levi has done a few swimming lessons so far, and he loves it — especially when Michael is there to get involved.
Michael leans down, pulling back Levi’s planet themed duvet (following his latest obsession — space and everything to do with it) and setting the four year old down into it. He kneels down next to the bed, watching as Levi curls up against the soft sheets, lying on his front, his hands above his head. He’s slept like that ever since he was a baby and Michael loves that he still does it now.
“Good night, Levi. Have a good sleep so we can have a fun day tomorrow,” He whispers, tucking the covers over his back and running his fingertips through his hair. “You know where we are if you need us. I love you.”
“Love you, dad.” He murmurs sleepily in response, and Michael’s heart melts at the sound — he still remembers the first time Levi told him that he loves him, and it still provokes the same reaction every time.
Michael stays there for a moment, rubbing his hand over Levi’s back gently until he knows he’s fallen asleep once more. He stands up, switching on the moon and stars nightlight on the dresser, illuminating the room with a soft yellow glow. Levi hasn’t quite defeated his fear of the dark yet, and Michael wasn’t going to rush him, although they were working on it.
He softly closes the door behind him, heading back to the lounge where you were still asleep on the sofa. It’s then he notices the Disney + home screen on the TV, and it’s clear the two of you had fallen asleep watching a movie.
“Hey, you,” Michael gently shakes your shoulder, sitting on the edge of the sofa. All he wants to do is to get under the soft blanket and cuddle up next to you, yet he knows he should help you into bed instead, where you’ll be more comfortable. “Wakey wakey sleepy head.”
You furrow your eyebrows at the disturbance, slowly opening your eyes to find Michael in front of you. You realise Levi is no longer next to you and whatever movie you were watching has finished, and that Michael is home from the studio.
“When did you get back?” You ask sleepily, stretching out your arms and shoulders from where you’ve been laid on the sofa for so long. He smiles at your voice, heavy with tiredness — it makes him feel soft and warm inside. “And why haven’t you kissed me yet?”
“How rude of me.” He murmurs, leaning forward to drop a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, before he brushes his lips against yours in a greeting kiss. “I’m sorry, baby. Also I got home about five minutes ago, I just put Levi to bed.”
“I made you dinner,” You tell him, sitting up a little so you can cuddle into his side. His hoodie is warm and soft and smells like him, a subtle scent of fresh cotton that always reminds you of him. His arm wraps around your shoulders and his hand lands on your side, thumb rubbing little circles. “It’ll need heating up, I can do it if you want.”
He shakes his head, turning to press a kiss to your temple as you attempt to stay awake.
“I got it babe, thank you.” He replies, deciding he’ll eat it in bed. He knows if you stay out here you’ll fall asleep again, and he can’t think of a better way to spend the rest of the evening than having an early night with you. He playfully slaps your thigh to coax you to stand up. “Come on, let’s get in bed.”
“You’ll get crumbs in the bed.” You yawn as you stand up, rubbing your eyes once more as he rolls his.
“Yeah, yeah,” Michael replies, knowing that you’re right, and even in your half asleep state you’re still aware of how messy he can be. “If it annoys you so much you can go to your own bed next door.”
His touch lingers on your hip as you sleepily rest your head on his shoulder, furrowing your eyebrows and pouting at his words — mumbling a “you’re so mean to me” as you head to his bedroom. His bedroom, that recently, had felt more like your own since you spent so much time there. It would take you less than 30 seconds to go next door to your own bed, but why would you when there’s no Michael in there to hold you? Even Milo’s bed has ended up in his room.
“Time to tuck my second baby into bed.” Michael comments, pulling back his duvet so you can climb into the bed. The room is cosy and familiar — it’s so easy to feel at home there, especially since spending so much time in his apartment. “Did you have a good day with Levi?”
You nod, yawning as your head hits the pillow. You gravitate towards the middle of the bed, your face pressed against Michael’s cushion as he changes out of his jeans and hoodie into a pair of shorts. He silently gestures for you to move over as he gets into the bed next to you, holding his arm out so you can lay on his chest.
“Yeah, we did some reading. He’s getting much better with the spaceman book we started,” You reply, cuddling into his side as his fingers lightly trace circles on your back. His skin is warm against your face as you lay against him, your head on his shoulder. “I think it helps that it’s space related. I swear you could get him to do anything if astronauts are involved.”
Michael smiles at your words, his heart aching with how he misses his son, even though he’s only in the room across from you. He never thought he’d be away from him so much, not until he met you — since he had so much anxiety about finding a babysitter for Levi. He didn’t have to worry about that now, yet the guilt of spending more time at the studio eats at him.
“My little space nerd.” He chuckles, his bottom lip forming a pout as he thinks about his son. He also thinks about how grateful he is to have you and how glad he is that Levi has a positive influence around him, when he’s not there. “Thanks for watching him, babe. You know how much I appreciate it.”
You lift your head to kiss his scruffy jaw, his skin scratchy against your lips due to his facial hair growing out a little longer than he usually leaves it.
“You’re welcome. He’s a sweet boy, I love hanging out with him.” You reply, pulling the duvet up over your shoulders to get comfortable against him. “Now, are you gonna eat dinner before I fall asleep again?”
“I’m too comfortable now,” He groans, although he knows he should eat since he hasn’t had the chance to all day. His lips brush over your forehead a few times before you roll over onto your own side of his bed, letting him go and get his dinner. He stands up from the bed, yawning before heading to the kitchen. “Be right back.”
“Hurry, Michael.” You call out behind him. “The bed isn’t the same without you.”
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First time becoming parents with Michael 🥺 love you eve! Thanks for doing this for us 💕
The car ride home was silent. You craned your neck to take peeks at the sleeping toddler strapped into his car seat. There was an overwhelming need to make sure that everything was okay, that he was okay, sound asleep and safe. Each time you caught a glimpse your heart would warm and eyes would tear up. Michael’s hand reached across the console to squeeze yours. There was still an air of disbelief that hung heavily between you and Michael. A dusting of exhaustion that still clung to you both, mentally and physically—most of all emotionally. It was finally official. The adoption process had been filled with agonizing wait lists, heartache, trials and tribulations you had never known before. But it was worth it. The reason being letting out soft snores in the backseat.
“He snores like you,” you told Michael and earned a grin as he turned into the driveway, still holding tight on your hand. “Like his dad.” You finished with a deciding nod of your head.
It was the first time you had dared to say that word out loud in such a context. Months of waiting leaving an uneasy feeling of jinxing it. You’d crossed your fingers, knocked on wood, and hoped with every piece of your heart it would all work out in the end.
“He can snore like me but I hope he laughs as often and as hard as you do,” Michael said and put the car in park before turning to take his first proper look back.
Your son was still dozed off, head lolled to the side of his car seat, small feet dangling down with one untied shoe and mismatched socks. You didn’t worry about the shoelace, knowing he would be carried in and put to bed. You and Michael had readied his room the weekend before when the process had started. You’d decorated it with soft blues and light grays, stocked the bookshelf with picture books, filled the toy chest with safe activities, the closet with clothes and laid a teddy bear on the bed. When you had a mild freak out about a poster with all his favorite animals on it not fitting it’s frame Michael assured you it wasn’t about the things in the room but the love in the home. It had stopped your panic, melted your fears and reaffirmed all the reasons you chose to adopt.
You both slowly and quietly moved out of the car, shutting the doors as softly as possible so as not to scare or wake your little guy. You went around to the driver’s side where Michael opened the back seat door and with an ease that was surprising undid the buckles of his car seat. Your son stirred only a moment as Michael lifted him into his arms but settled back into sleep quickly. His cheek was squished against Michael’s shoulder and it was so adorable it took everything in you not to stop them in their tracks and snap a photo. You got the door for them and trailed behind as Michael walked to his room, placing him softly on his new bed.
You tugged off his shoes and set them to the side, wanting him to be as comfortable as possible for his first sleep in his new home. He stirred again, bleary sleep filled eyes opening.
“It’s okay, go back to sleep,” you cooed, crouching down to a run a soothing hand through his hair.
He made a small noise of contentment, eyes closing, as Michael joined you.
“G’night mama, g’night dada,” your son murmured before drifting back to sleep.
You clutched Michael’s hand as you stood back up, heart ready to explode after hearing those two special words from him for the first time. You could tell by looking at Michael; eyes glossy with tears and lip trembling, that he felt the same. That all three of you were happy to be home with each other. To have and be a family—officially—for the first time.
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Imagine falling asleep next to Michael for the first time. He’d probably be a little nervous - thinking what if he stole all of the covers and you were cold? What if he started sleep talking? What if you weren’t comfortable in his bed? Although looking at you, curled into the side of his body, your head resting on his bare chest - you looked anything but uncomfortable.
The warmth radiating from each of you was comforting to the other. Michael liked having someone to sleep next to. It made his apartment feel more like a home, with you there. Your legs would tangle with his under the thick duvet, entwining the two of you mid sleep. He’d observe you in your most relaxed state - skin clear from any makeup, the usual worry lines that were evident during the day gone, as you slept against him. His heart rate would settle down a little as you cuddled closer into him, nuzzling your face into his neck, like you needed to remind yourself that he was there. He’d feel at ease with your breath tickling his neck, like he just wanted to hold you as close as he could.
It would take him longer than he expected to fall asleep. He would be no stranger to a sleepless night, but having you next to him would make him feel anxious as well as relaxed, both at the same time. He’d murmur a quiet, “good night babe.” against your hair before finally letting sleep succumb him, already excited to wake up next to you several hours later.
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Ok but Michael being a baker??? Imagine walking into a small bakery and seeing a new face behind the counter, the usual older gentleman who took and made orders being replaced by a guy with gentle green eyes and sweeping blond hair he’d keep tucked under a hat. He’d be a new apprentice of sorts. Taking orders while still learning the ropes of baking; giving the older man a break from running both roles. You’d find him charming as he’d take your order. He might even brighten and recognize it as a usual, his boss enlightening him to regular customers and their unique orders. You’d find small talk with him while he gathered your order, find his smile to be bright and the small chuckle you’d elicit from him airy and a sound you’d be sure you’d never tire of. As often as you usually went to the bakery that amount would double, always hoping to see his smile or catch another laugh from him.
since we're all drunk in the livestream softness...how about a lazy day spent learning how to play lol with Mikey and the dogs? and ofc you're not really good at it but he's just so cute about it and loves that you're trying something new for him and it's all extremely adorable
“Babe, you keep pressing the wrong button.”
Michael laughed as his gaze flickered between his own screen and the controller in his hands, watching as you tried to work out which buttons were for what.
“This game is too complicated.” You replied, leaning back against his soft, hoodie covered chest, his legs wrapped around yours. “Why didn’t we start with something more straight forward?”
“I don’t think I have anything more basic, babe.” He murmured against your ear, his eyes now focused on the monitor in front of him. He completely zoned out when playing any games, unable to focus on anything else but the screen in front of him.
Usually you were happy to sit and watch him play, not being able to take your eyes from his face, in one of his most relaxed states. It was the way he de-stressed, and stopped himself from thinking - he always looked so comfortable whilst playing.
But today, after deciding that you were having a mid-week lazy day, he was determined to get you involved with his favourite passtime. So there you were, settled in between his legs, trying to keep up with how rapidly he was clicking between buttons.
“You’ll get the hang of it.” He took the opportunity to kiss your cheek softly whilst the next level of the game loaded. “Trust me.”
“We’ll see.” You smiled at the small gesture of affection, making your heart melt, even after all of your time together. The sweet little things that he did made you appreciate him even more.
“Moose! C’mere, baby.” He greeted the fluffy girl who had jumped up against his knees, waiting for Michael to invite her on to the sofa. He lifted her onto your lap as she excitedly licked his face, before settling against the two of you. Michael absentmindly stroked her soft fur as you resituated against him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Shall we get you a controller?”
“I think I’ll just cuddle Moose whilst you play, Mike.” You gave up, taking Moose into your arms as Michael groaned about you giving up too easily.
“You were just getting the hang of it!”
“Well, I’ll keep learning by watching you.” You replied, kissing his jaw as he rolled his eyes playfully, grabbing his controller once more.
“Yeah, yeah.”
He could see your eyes were already starting to drop as you cuddled in closer to him; the familiar scent of his skin and the faded smell of his aftershave providing a comfortable place for you to rest.
“I’ll turn you into a gamer eventually.”
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His words were a soft reassurance. For a moment they soothed your tight chest, weighed down by the anxious feeling creeping through your bones.
Michael understood.
He knew how it felt to be so consumed by your own mind, your own thoughts, to feel like you couldn’t do anything but dwell on the negatives swirling around your head. He wanted to help. Even if all he could do was hold you tightly to his chest and make you feel safe, he would do it.
“Shh.” His heart ached as you buried your face into his neck. He held you there, his hand rubbing up and down your back to provide further comfort. You tried to focus on his soothing voice, the soft skin of his thumb stroking your cheek to wipe the tears away. “I’m right here with you.”
The familiar scent of his skin and hints of his aftershave grounded you, helped to calm your racing heart as your senses were filled with Michael.
“I’m sorry.” It was all you could say. It wasn’t often Michael got to be here, whether he was busy at the studio or on tour, and the last thing you wanted was to waste the little time you did have together by crying.
You’d tried to hold it in all day. Tried to get on with things like there was nothing wrong. Michael knew better; you’d been together long enough for him to sense when you weren’t feeling right. All it took was him to pull you into his arms and murmur a quiet, “you okay?” before the floodgates opened.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, my love.” He whispered agaisnt your skin, his soft lips a gentle pressure against your forehead. “I know I can’t take all of this away. But you can talk to me, okay? I’m here for you. Whatever you need, baby.”
You turned to look up at him, the sincerity in his eyes warming your unsteady heart as he let his thumbs trail along your cheekbones, pulling your face closer to his. It gave you a focus, a distraction. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Michael smiled against your lips, unable to stop the happiness that he felt at making you feel even a little bit better. He couldn’t resist pulling you in for another kiss. He just wanted to feel close to you, because that’s all he felt he could do when you felt like this.
“I know the feeling.” He replied, knowing he was just as deeply in love with you as you were with him. It was a wonderful feeling, one he never wanted to lose - receiving the same amount of love and appreciation that he gave to you would always make him happy.
“We don’t have to leave this bed for the rest of the day, do we?” You asked in a quiet voice, tired out from crying on and off over the last few hours. Michael pulled you back against him as the two of you settled into the bed. He shifted you in his arms, wrapping one around your shoulder to hold you to his chest, providing more warmth than the thick comforter ever could. It was a different kind of warmth. A comforting, happy warmth that radiated from his body and spread through yours.
“We’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.”
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I feel like you and Michael would be fast friends too. Both of you sharing the same passion for baking, Michael would just be excited to have someone to bounce ideas off of. You’d both end up staying over all the time testing out new recipes. Michael always managing to get flour on himself beanie to toe. His favorite thing would always be breads so you’d be on cookies first thing while he’s mixing icing sugar and raising the breads 🌿
Your friendship with Michael would be so sweet and easy. Filled with so many inside jokes that no one else understands but they make you both giggle harder than ever. You’d constantly be pointing out ingredients that ended up on each other; icing on Michael’s forearm, batter on your elbow. When you spend time in each other’s kitchens outside of work it’s almost a guarantee that you’ll both end up complete messes at the end. Either from trying to make too many things at once to oops swiped some frosting on you—a small war of “accidentally” getting half finished products on each other ensuing.
You’d have your own little language with each other during the day in the shop. You’d work so seamlessly together, finding a routine that fits so well. He loves baking one thing and you another. But never afraid to change off and challenge yourselves. It’d be incredible to work with one of your best friends.
