ChocolateDrop
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Evening Guys, ChocolateDrop here to let you all know to come check out a Michael Jackson Fanfiction that is written by slutfortomford; here's the summary:
In the grey spring of 2019 Moscow, a fragile boy named Misha dreams of becoming Michael — a radiant model on Paris runways, free in the arms of his lover. Trapped between a suffocating family that sees only a "shy son" and a university that threatens expulsion, he clings to stolen nights with Roman, where life feels like a vivid dream scented with lavender and Enigma.
But dreams have sharp edges.
When illusion cracks and desperation calls, Michael steps into the velvet shadows of Babylon — an elite club where beauty is currency and innocence is sacrificed on crimson altars. Under the gaze of the charismatic Victor, he becomes the club's fragile
"Angel": white wings, golden halo, and a perfume called L'Orpheline that whispers his hidden truth.
What begins as survival becomes surrender. Love twists into possession, pain into performance, and every touch blurs the line between salvation and damnation.
If any of you have an Archive Of Our Own account, or don't, just sign up, and take control of the Fanfiction World of Michael Jackson over there.
Here's the link for the fic:
Check it out, leave a review and a kudo! Have a great night!
In the grey spring of 2019 Moscow, a fragile boy named Misha dreams of becoming Michael — a radiant model on Paris runways, free in the arms of his lover. Trapped between a suffocating family that sees only a "shy son" and a university that threatens expulsion, he clings to stolen nights with Roman, where life feels like a vivid dream scented with lavender and Enigma.
But dreams have sharp edges.
When illusion cracks and desperation calls, Michael steps into the velvet shadows of Babylon — an elite club where beauty is currency and innocence is sacrificed on crimson altars. Under the gaze of the charismatic Victor, he becomes the club's fragile
"Angel": white wings, golden halo, and a perfume called L'Orpheline that whispers his hidden truth.
What begins as survival becomes surrender. Love twists into possession, pain into performance, and every touch blurs the line between salvation and damnation.
If any of you have an Archive Of Our Own account, or don't, just sign up, and take control of the Fanfiction World of Michael Jackson over there.
Here's the link for the fic:
Check it out, leave a review and a kudo! Have a great night!