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Michael’s face when you say ‘no’ to him playing with your titties

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Michael when he hears you like bad boys…

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heyy are you doing requested? I had a dream these days about michael performing on bad tour and Y/N was watching him from backstage, when they are going to the car going home a paparazzi takes a photo under her skirt and michael defends her and breaks his camera

I loooove your write please do it 🥹

I absolutely loved writing this! Oh, how I wish to be Y/N. Lol

Ah! Thank you for requesting it!

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Here it is!

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Paparazzi, Get Away From Me

Summary: Michael’s inner Smooth Criminal comes out for the night when a pushy paparazzi crosses a line. No one disrespects MJ’s girl.

Pairing: Michael Jackson x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, CURSING, ARGUING, PHYSICAL ALTERCATION, MORE FLUFF & A HINT OF SMUT

Requested: yes

She stood off to the side, hips swaying slightly as she sang along with her man’s voice.

Her man.

She loved saying that, but she loved him more.

As Michael performed, he every so often made contact with her. Sometimes a wink, a smile or his favorite, a very suggestive dance move he’d direct her way. What can he say? He loved to see his woman blush.

His woman.

He loved saying that, but not nearly as much as he loved her.

Tonight, he took his time in between songs and outfit changes, which meant he took an extra minute or two. He couldn’t resist touching her, whether it was sneaking a kiss, pulling her into his arms or teasing her as he changed in front of her wandering eyes.

The fans didn’t notice.

The ones who did notice, everyone behind the scenes. The band, the singers, the dancers, the light technicians, but they didn’t mind.

Michael was a dream to work with—no one was complaining. Y/N was sweet and the two of them were great together.

The boss was happy.

That’s all that mattered to anyone.

The break leading up to the last song was when Michael really let loose. He darted around the stage, dancing and laughing with his tour family. He jumped down, landing in front of the barricades, hugging as many people as he could before security had to diffuse the uproar.

He’d simply run over to another spot and do it all over again. The sight of him climbing onto the barricade with what seemed like a million hands reaching for him— it was special. It truly felt like you were witnessing history in the making. The fans were absolutely loving it and Michael, he was genuinely happy.

Y/N watched, cheering him on, she loved when he let his guard down and enjoyed himself.

“You bring it out in him, you know?” Bill laughed, nudging her shoulder gently. “It does him good when you’re here, really good.”

“Aw, does this mean you finally approve of me?” She smiled.

“Oh, hush. I’ve always approved. He’s better since you’ve come along. It’s the touchy stuff… I don’t need to see you two all over each other like that.”

“I understand, but look at him…” She admired Michael as he danced in the spotlight, “He’s too cute. I gotta plant kisses on him every chance I get.”

“Young love.” Bill exhaled, focusing his attention back on his chosen son. He enjoyed teasing them, but deep down he was probably happier for them than anyone else. He worried Michael wouldn’t experience true love in his life— it’d be the one thing he couldn’t buy.

Thankfully, she came along. She knocked down every figurative obstacle placed in front of her. Michael didn’t have to buy her. He began falling for her the moment they met— her eyes drew him in. Then, he spent more time with her, they got to know one another— that was it— there was no second guessing— there were no doubts.

He was in.

He wanted her.

He’d do anything for her.

Anything.

Michael took his final bow, skipping off stage towards her. His grin reached his eyes as she leaped into his arms. The sweet sound of her giggle in his ear as he spun her around. He knew by now she didn’t care how sweaty he was— she was going to hug him.

“You’re take my breath away.” She complimented, “That was phenomenal. I loved every second.”

“You always say that.” He stepped back, reaching for a towel to wipe his face, but she disregarded that entirely. Her hand took a handful of his shirt pulling him close into a sweet kiss.

“I always mean it.” Her arms wrapped around him and her lips melting into his.

It was something she’d never quite get used to, but also never get tired of. Watching him perform made her heart flutter in a different way. Each show she was blown away— in awe of his talent. There was always something new, it was never boring. How was it even possible for a man as incredible as him to exist? She’d accepted she’d never get an answer to that question.

When she pulled away the redness growing on his cheeks gave her the chills. Another thing she’ll never get used to— the effect she had on him. He couldn’t think straight, at least not completely, he always became too distracted admiring her. He felt so lucky to have her by his side.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He breathed out, his arm resting around her waist as they traveled towards the exit.

“I was here the whole time.” She giggled, shaking her head at his playful clinginess.

“It’s not the same. I like having you close.”

“Well, get me back to the hotel and I’ll show you just how close we can get.”

“Woman, you always know what to say.” He teased, “I love you.”

“I love you back.” He leaned in, his lips hovering over hers before peppering her face with kisses.

“Boss, we gotta get moving if we want to get out of here in one piece.” Bill scolded, he knew just how to deal with the two lovers.

“Come on.” Michael connected their hands and increased their speed.

The stage was being taken apart around them, people rolling giant equipment cases every which way and a lot of noise. When they reached the elevator leading to the parking lot, Michael shifted her in front of him. His hands clasping together, resting against her belly button and his chin leaning into her shoulder.

“Tired?” She asked, her hand finding his cheek, slowly moving to comb through his hair.

“A little.” He hummed, causing goosebumps to appear across her collarbone.

“Alright. There a decent size group of people waiting for us.” Bill spoke up after fiddling with his walkie talkie. “At least double compared to last night. That’s just a guess though.”

“We can stay and hang out for a bit. We’re not in a rush.” Michael spoke with his eyes closed.

The elevator dinged and the doors glided open. They stepped out hand in hand, security guards surrounding them ensuring a safe exit. When the cold air hit them so did hundreds of voices and what felt like twice as many camera flashes.

Michael waved, shaking hands and signing various items held in front of him. Y/N stood off to the side. She’d smile and converse with those who called for her attention, but for the most part she gave them space. She knew what meeting Michael meant to them and didn’t want to interrupt their experience. She was content with watching it— the happiness that he shared. This was the routine. They always did this after a show.

The fans were always excited, but calm. It was the only way to get as much time with Michael as possible. They respected and protected him— the same way he did for them.

It never occurred to anyone that what they’d created could be ruined.

Or that it’d be completely out of the blue.

An act so heinous, there was no proper way to make things right— other than to beat things or people back into place.

In the blink of an eye everything changed. The flashes and the screaming stopped.

The nice atmosphere now tarnished.

“What the— Stop!” Y/N cried, a man kneeling on the floor with a camera glued to his hand, “No! Please!” She fell to the ground trying to protect herself. Her fingers holding together the now torn fabric of her skirt.

“Babe—” Michael spun around, he’d thought she tripped, but the reality was far worse. When he was able to acess the situation it lit a fire inside of him. He wasn’t angry, he was livid. He was hurt. He felt responsible. She’s in the situation because of him. He gently helped her up, slipping off his coat and tying it around her waist. Once he knew she was safe, his energy shifted drastically. He grabbed the man by his collar, pulling him up and slamming him against the side of the car. “How dare you!” The guy squirmed, but Michael’s grip only got tighter.

He’d never wanted to inflict pain on another human being than he did in this moment.

“Michael!” Her voice briefly softened his rage, because it wasn’t the same. She sounded afraid— that was a first. He didn’t like the way her breathing was so unstable or that she was visibly shaking. This guy did that to her. He made her feel that and Michael couldn’t let it go.

This asshole deserved to feel uncomfortable.

He deserved to feel pain.

And, Michael was more than willing to make that happen.

“Bill.” Michael states calmly, his eyes locked onto the pap, his nostrils flaring as he tried to piece together what exactly he was going to say. Behind him, Bill gently places his hand on Y/N’s shoulder and walks her to the backseat. He did his best to clam her down, but she wasn’t making it easy. She wanted Michael. She was worried where his anger would take him.

“Please, honey. It’ll be okay. I’ll look after him.” Bill whispered, finally she nodded and let him close the door. He flinched at the octave of Michael’s voice— he’d never seen him this pissed before.

“That’s my girl! Why— How could you do that to someone?”

The man spat out some lame excuse about the pictures that are the hardest to take it pay the most money.

“Boss.” Bill tried to pull Michael off the guy, but it didn’t help. “Come on. We’ll handle him. Let’s get you—”

“He hurt Y/N! I’m handling this.” He grabbed the man’s arm, wrestling the camera out of his grasp. “Give it!”

Michael yanked pieces off, chucking them in every direction. He located the memory card, shoved it in his pocket before, finally, he threw the camera against the pavement and stomped on it.

“What the hell—” The pap lunged at Michael and ended up on the ground after his attack was sidestepped.

“You’re lucky that’s all I did! You fucking cockroach!” Michael’s deep voice sounded and Bill knew he had to intervene before his boy really caused some damage.

“It wasn’t a big deal!”

“You pushed my girl to the ground! Tore the clothing off her! For what? So you could force your camera under her skirt! What in the fuck is wrong with you! She didn’t deserve that!” Michael bent down, centimeters from the pap’s face, hand tightening around his neck, “I better never see your face again. You stay away from me and even further away from Y/N. You understand?”

“Y— Ye— Yes. S— Sorry.” His hands in the air signifying defeat. Michael pushed him once more before finally walking away.

Bill followed, discreetly scanning the crowd of onlookers— fans of all ages with sympathetic expressions.

“That was… intense.”

“How do you suggest I should’ve handled that?” Michael spat, there was no doubt it was rhetorical.

“I mean you could’ve broken a few fingers, but that’s just me.”

“Oh, you got jokes old man?”

“I never thought I’d see you assault someone with so many witnesses. I mean that was pretty careless. Necessary nonetheless.” He shrugged, patting Michael on the back.

“Witnesses? They wouldn’t say anything. They have my back.”

“Yeah, I know. A few of them are finishing what you started as we speak.”

Michael peered over his shoulder, the crowd throwing trash at the pap as he tried to run away. He knew his fans well enough to know they’d get dirty without him needing to ask. They were fierce as hell— he loved that.

“Gotta love them.” He chuckled, reaching for the door. When he pulled it open there she was, still wrapped in his jacket, curled up on the seat. “Babe. What can I do?” He knew she wasn’t okay, so he decided to skip the question.

“I feel so embarrassed. I’ve never— that was humiliating. I feel so violated— and— and it’s only going to get worse. Those pictures— they’ll be everywhere. I’ll—”

“No, no, baby, no. That’s not going to happen.” He dug into his pocket, retrieving the memory chip and holding it up. “Whatever pictures he did take, I made sure no one else will ever see them. I’d never let that happen. I should’ve been next to you. I shouldn’t have left you by yourself. That’s on me— this… it’s on me, but I did what I could to make it right. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you felt that way. You should never feel that way, especially when I’m there— I should’ve protected you.” He slid into the seat next to her, shutting the door behind him.

“Michael, it’s not your fault…” She fell into him, her face pressed against his chest. “You did protect me. Thank you. Thank you for making me feel safe.”

“I’ll never let anything bad happen to you, ever. I promise.”

The soft hum of the engine and the flickering of the street lights as they drove through the streets of downtown. She adjusted, studying the arch in his eyebrow and the way his lip seemed to be stuck in a frown. She knew his mind was racing. He was blaming himself and she hated it.

“You’re my hero, you know?”

“No, I’m not.” He shook his head, before she could even think about it, she cupped his cheeks in her hands.

“You always keep me safe. If it wasn’t for you, tonight could’ve gone very differently. I’m so thankful for you. I’m the luckiest girl on the planet— my man is willing to beat people up for me.” She sealed it with a kiss and he couldn’t help but chuckle against her sweet lips.

“I’d beat up all the people— everyone— anyone. For you.” He joked, mimicking boxing moves.

“That how you got the memory card?”

“Baby, I grew up on the mean streets of Indiana. I know how to get shit done.”

“Oh, you’re big and bad now?”

“I always been! Babe, have you not been paying attention?”

“You’re the best.”

“Only for you.”

“Keep flattering me and you’re going to get real lucky in this limo babe.” She winked, lifting her leg over his, settling into his lap.

“You know…” his fingers traveled up her thighs to her ass, pulling her closer while admiring her curves. “It’s such stressful work being a hero and all. It’d be lovely of you to help me release some tension.” He whispered, leaving wet kisses from her collarbone to her shoulder, removing the strap of her top with his teeth. “You up for it?”

“As much as you are.” She rocked her hips against the tent now visible in his pants. His eyes followed the delicate way she unzipped his pants. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

The soft skin of her inner thighs tickled as she lowered herself onto him painfully slow.

“Shit, babe you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever felt. So soft. So warm. So perfect.”

He was done for.

She was it.

“You fit inside me perfectly.” Her hips moved like the waves of the ocean. “So good. So big. So perfect.”

She was completely at his mercy.

He was it.

They craved one another.

In every way possible.

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*clears throat*

SMASH! FUCKING SMASH!

Next damn question please…

*falls to the ground*

Thanks for taking part in my daily meltdown 🤎

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Michael when he hears you like sensitive guys…

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Michael watching you search for your panties knowing he has them in his pocket.

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I’d give a kidney to see this man walk around the house in his boxers…

STOP being all domestic with him…

OMG! I’d be like,

“Babe, pick up your socks!”

“Babe, help me with the dishes.”

“Babe, break my back!”

“Babe, we cracked another headboard!”

“Babe, tear my clothes off.”

You know? Domestic shit like that… 😅

Is that too much to ask??!!!

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BIG SIS, YOU ARE WILDIN!!!

I’M SORRY!!!

But…. Look at him… I CAN’T HANDLE IT

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The way I’d willingly step on a mouse trap every morning to witness this man put his little leotard on… stop, he’s so fine!

Let me button it Mr. Jackson… I’ll be gentle 🥹

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Consider me a waitress

Because the way I NEED this man’s tip

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Michael when you tell him to turn around so you can get dressed…

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LMAO I had to make Karen worthy of being liked for once!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Bestie!!! You’re the sweetest! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Love you right back 🤎

Then, There Was You

Chapter 1

July 14, 1988

Michael had been on tour for about a year and it never had much of an effect on him until now. He couldn’t think straight. The hours were ticking by, launching him into a heart racing panic. On one hand he was excited to see her again, but on the other he was nervous. What is she doesn’t enjoy the show? What if he trips? What is his pants split open during a move? What if he forgets the lyrics? What if…

“You okay?” Karen asked, noticing his flustered state while she set up her equipment.

“Yeah. I think so. I’m— I don’t know. Nervous.” He felt like he was in grade school, hoping his crush would notice him wearing her favorite color. Shit. What’s her favorite color?

“Nervous? That’s new.”

“Yeah. It’s a big show.” He tried desperately not to give himself away, but him wiping his sweaty palms down his thighs made him easy to read.

“They are all big shows. Spill.” She looked at him inquisitively.

“We have royalty in attendance tonight.” He spoke as his knee bounced up and down uncontrollably.

“You’ll do great.” She smiled at him through the mirror and continued working on his hair. “You always do.”

“I met them last night actually. They were very kind.”

“I bet.” She knew by now how to tell if Michael needed to vent. After working for him for so many years she learned to listen— be a confidante. He didn’t like to be pestered with questions, he preferred someone to just listen.

“Princess Diana was very sweet.”

“I’ve heard she’s lovely.”

“Yeah.” He forced a cough as he readjusted in his seat. “Princess Y/N is as well. She’s so nice...”

“I’d expect nothing less.”

“She’s beautiful.”

“Is that so?” She smirked, raising her eyebrow at his shift from sheepish to pure excitement.

“Yes. She’s really funny too. She’s so easy to be around… you almost forget— I don’t know. When I was with her I felt like we were normal people, you know? There was no pressure. I felt like a real person— like a regular person with her.”

“She sounds incredible.”

“She is! We ran off and got to know each other. Well, more like she dragged me out of the event.” He chuckled at the memory. “She held my hand and I felt so— so happy. It was the best night I’ve had in a while… maybe ever.”

“You ran off together? Wow, that sounds exhilarating.”

“It was. We left the party and she took me up onto the rooftop of Buckingham Palace—”

“Wait, you were on a rooftop?”

“Yes! Me!”

“You’re terrified of heights.”

“I know!”

“Wow, I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Me either! I mean— goodness. It was incredible. I’m so happy I accepted that invitation. I’m so happy I met her.” He exhaled, shutting his eyes, but the calm was short lived. He jumped out of his seat. “What am I supposed to do? She’s going to be here tonight and I’m— I don’t want to make a fool of myself. What if, what if it meant more to me than it did to her?”

“Michael, I think—”

“What if she was just being nice? What if she just wants to be friends and I’m over here like some pathetic hopeless romantic thinking we could be more? What if she was just pitying me? What if she thinks I’m weird? Everyone else does, what if— what if she agrees with them?” By this point he was starting to hyperventilate.

“Michael, no, you aren’t weird. Woah, okay, you need to breathe. I’m sure she enjoyed your time together. The way you’re lighting up talking about her, there’s no way she didn’t feel it too. She’s going to be here tonight— it’s a sign. You should ask her out! If she’s into you, which I think she is, you can ask— she’s definitely giving you the green light.” Her hands rested on both his shoulders and she guided him back into his seat.

“Ask her on a date? That’s insane. I mean— She’s a princess.”

“She’s a person. A person who likes you.”

“We don’t know if she even likes me!”

“Oh, get real. Michael, stop doubting yourself. She held your hand— personally, I wouldn’t do that unless I was trying to drop a hint.”

“A hint?” Michael tilted his head as if that would help him understand what she was saying.

“Yes, you goon! Physical touch! She’s giving you the hint to go for it— to go for her.”

“I didn’t think of it that way. I mean I guess that could explain why she didn’t pull away when I kissed her—”

“What! Why didn’t you start with that!” She exclaimed, slapping his arm playfully.

“Is that important?”

“It’s the most important! Oh my goodness! Okay, what kind of kiss was it? Was it a peck or was it like a hungry, hands gripping at each other and—”

“Woah! Okay, that’s too much. It’s also private.” He stopped her, chuckling at her excitement.

“Such a gentleman.” Karen chuckled, rolling her eyes playfully. “Tell me this, did she kiss back? Did she match what you felt?”

“I was too scared to actually kiss her. I kissed her cheek technically, the corner of her lips and I felt her smile and she took a deep breath in like she was— like she…”

“Like she was savoring the moment?”

“Yeah.”

“Michael, all signs point to go for the girl.”

“Goodness Karen. I want to. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want her.”

“She left her mothers’ birthday celebration to spend the night with you on a roof. She chose to get to know you instead of taking part in some extravagant event. I know women Michael and that woman definitely wants you.”

“Karen, even if she does… she’s still a princess—”

“You’re making excuses. Above everything she is human. And, I’d assume she’s similar to you in hoping to be treating as such. I’m sure you found that in one other. She’s a person just like you. I think you should go for it.”

“She’s royalty and I’m just— I’m nothing compared to that. What could I do to win her over? There’s no way she’d actually go for me. I’m— she’s a princess and I’m… I’m wacko—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!”

“They all say it.” He sunk down in his chair and his head hung low. Karen studied him for a moment before leaning down next to him.

“You’re Michael. You’re Michael Jackson. That is your name. They do not define you, do you hear me? They don’t know the real you and they don’t deserve to. The only name they’ve made up for you that’s accurate is The King Of Pop. You’re the best person I know. You make everyone around you better— simply for knowing you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes! I’m never wrong!” Her voice went up what felt like ten octaves which really got his attention.

“You’re crazy.” He laughed, shaking his head as she did her little happy dance in front of him.

“Crazy right! Crazy on the money!”

“Oh gosh, here we go with the women’s intuition.”

“It’s true and I’m not going to stop pestering you until you go for it because I know this will work. She’ll be so good for you. Would that make you a prince? Oh my god! That’ll be so freaking cool.”

“I don’t know if—”

“Go for it.”

“Karen—”

“Go for it.”

“I don’t think—”

“Go for it.”

“Would you let me finish—”

“Not until you agree to go for it.”

“It’s not that simple—”

“Go for it.”

“But—”

“Go for it.”

“Well—”

“Go for it. You’re overthinking. You can’t let her get away. You’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t try.”

“You’re right.”

“Go for it!”

“I’m going for it!” He said, laughing as Karen yelled out in excitement. She grabbed his arm, pulling him out of his chair to jump up and down with her in celebration.

Diana was over the moon watching her sister-in-law getting ready for the night. They had spent the better part of the day talking about the concert— more importantly, Michael. As excited as she was playing matchmaker, she felt overwhelmed too because she’d never seen the princess so nervous.

“That one is nice.” Di gave her date for the night a double thumbs up as she looked over the outfit laid out on the bed.

“No, it’s not right.” Y/N shook her head, waving her hands in the air and rushing back into the closet. The room filled with grunts of frustration as she began shoving clothing around. “I don’t have anything to wear!” She emerged from the closet, a mountain of clothes cradled in her arms before falling to the ground.

“Calm down.” Diana moved towards her, sweetly removing the wardrobe that seemed to be weighing her sister down.

“It’s not— nothing is good enough. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to do this. Di, what am I doing?” Her eyes glossy as she gave into all her self doubt.

“No, don’t do that. It’ll come naturally. It is coming naturally, but you’re doubting yourself so much you can’t even see it. I promise he brings something out in you that I’ve never seen before. You’re nervous, which is understandable, but once you’re with him it all vanishes. I promise, he’s not going to care what you’re wearing.”

“I know, but I still want to look nice. I want— I want to look nice for him. I really want him to like me… the way I like him.”

“He does. Y/N, you’re overthinking this.”

“We don’t know if he— I don’t think he does. He could date supermodels— they are so beautiful and tall, I don’t stand a chance. He could have anyone he wants. He’s so kind. He’s funny and oh my goodness he has the best laugh. He’s beautiful in every possible way. I fear I’m going to look like a fool— he’s so far out of my league.”

“You two spent all night together on that dingy old roof. That is all the proof you need. You two spent hours talking and you didn’t get tired of the other. Do you understand how rare that is? Sweetie, you’re special, you’re in a league that he— I think you’re both right there with each other. It’s okay to be afraid of change, but you’ll never know what could be if you don’t put yourself out there. This change could be the best thing to ever happen to you, to us. I saw the way he gazed at you, like you were the most precious thing he’d ever laid his eyes on. I could feel the electricity between the two of you.”

“He was so sweet. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed that hard. Do you— do you really think he feels the same?”

“I don’t think. I know.”

“You’re the best.”

“I am. Thank you for admitting that. It’s very big of you. Now, let’s get you ready to see your betrothed.”

“Oh, shush!” Y/N pinched her arm as they got up and started sifting through the clothing.

When they arrived at Wembley Stadium, they were quickly guided backstage and were greeted by the entire crew waiting to welcome them. The noise from the photographers made it impossible to think. They shook hands and met what felt like hundreds of people before they reached the end of the line where Michael stood.

“Oo, tight pants.” Diana whispered in a teasing tone.

“Shut up.”

“Tight leather pants. Really tight.”

“Diana!”

“Oh, relax you’re the one drooling.” Diana joked, looking over and noticing how nervous Michael was. She moved to greet him first, pulling him into a hug.

“A hug and kiss on the cheek is appropriate, it won’t bring too much attention.” She muttered low enough for only him to hear. When she pulled away he looked at her like he was trying to figure out how she knew. “She’s nervous too.”

“I— I didn’t think she would be. I’m glad you’re both here.” He did his best to focus despite all the camera flashes.

“Just breathe.” She gave him a sympathetic smile and touched his shoulder briefly. “She loves your smile. Flash her a big one and she’ll melt.”

“Thank you.” He nodded shyly, bowing his head to try to conceal his blush as she stepped away to watch the interaction from afar.

“Hi. Michael, how are you?” It’s her. She’s standing right in front of him, her presence made his body vibrate with excitement.

He slowly lifted his head, his eyes traveling up from her feet, her legs, her body and landing on her face. Holy… She’s indescribable. Her smile. Her eyes were sparkling somehow. There was so much chaos surrounding them, but it didn’t matter. He was completely, truly, madly… under her spell.

“Hi. You look beautiful.” His arms wrapped around her waist before he could stop himself. “It’s so good to see you.”

“It’s been too long. What was it… a dreadful eight hours?” She giggled, hugging him back. “You look quite dashing.” She complimented with a sweet tone to her voice that danced against his neck and down his spine.

The camera flashes grew more intense and the yells for their attention brought him back to reality. If only they could stay in this moment a bit longer. He’d give anything to have another experience with her like last night— little did he know she was thinking the exact same thing.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t— I probably shouldn’t have done that.” He spoke stepped away from her. “It wasn’t appropriate.”

“I didn’t mind.” She clasped her hands together in front of her. “Your hugs are lovely.”

“You think?”

“Yes.” That melody of joy erupted from her mouth and he could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat.

“Your laugh is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.”

“You’re a musician. I’m sure you heard better.”

“I haven’t.”

Her blush quickly overpowered her face and it made butterflies erupt in his stomach. They stood a foot apart, admiring each other’s smiles.

“You look like a biker.” She quipped, sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth. “I’m loving all the studs, chains and buckles.” She reached out, dragging her finger tips across his jacket. “You definitely look bad— in a good way.”

“I— yeah. Thank you. It’s actually quite heavy.” He couldn’t concentrate with her fingers lingering on his chest. All the charming lines he’d practiced were forgotten, it was a miracle he could formed any words at all.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re strong.” She smiled, her hand retreating from his jacket. Oh, maybe he wasn’t sounding as stupid as he thought.

“Yeah, or maybe I’m just pretending to be strong to impress you.” He shrugged, sending a sweet smile her direction.

“You don’t have to pretend anything to impress me.” She felt more confident the longer she was near him. The nerves she felt transforming into flirtatious boldness.

“You know, if we weren’t surrounded by all these people I’d try to hold your hand.”

“You know, if we weren’t surrounded by all these people— actually it doesn’t bother me much I’d hold your hand in front of them.” She tilted her head, daring him to go for it and that surprised him.

“Are you sure?”

“Are you doubting me Mr. Jackson?”

“No, no, of course not.” He answered quickly, his fingers tickling her wrist as he pulled her hand closer to him.

“Good.” She took a step closer to him, her palm caressed his, it was soft and sweet, but nothing compared to her lips when they finally graced his cheek.

“That’ll definitely make the front pages.” Diana teased as she made our way over to the two. “Living dangerously tonight I see.”

“I was just wishing him good luck.” Y/N said nonchalantly, shifting her focus to her sister-in-law.

“Well, I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, but I’ve been informed it’s time for us to head to our seats.” The noise began to decline around them as the photographers and reporters were ushered out of the room. “Apparently, they pushed the show time back significantly for us.”

“I’m sorry. I— we had no idea our presence would cause such a disturbance—”

“I’d push the start time to next week if it meant I could spend more time with you.” Michael’s voice ignited goosebumps down her arms, his words wrapping around her like a security blanket.

“I wouldn’t object to that.” Her response made him eager to reach out, to be closer to her, but he knew he had to control himself.

“Oh… this is so sweet.” Diana squealed, clapping hands together gently. When both of their heads snapped in her direction, deep red hues covering their faces, she realized the intimate moment she’d intruded on. “Sorry— I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I’m going to… I’m going to go stand over there now.”

“We should probably get going.” Y/N spoke her hesitance evident as she smiled at him again.

“Wait!” Michael nearly shouted. “Wait here. I have something for you.” He ran a few feet away and retrieved a box.

“I’m sure you’d rather unwrap something else.” Diana whispered, chuckling as her sister watched his movements intently.

“Shut up.” She nudged the blonde who was attempting to muffle her laughter with her hands.

They were too busy bickering in hushed voices that they didn’t notice the musician return until he started talking.

“Here. It’s for both of you.” Michael held the box in front of them, a hopeful look on his face as he removed the lid. “It’s just a little something.”

“Oh my goodness. Michael, these are beautiful.” Y/N reached inside to touch the fabric before holding the jacket in the air. “How thoughtful of you. Thank you so much.”

“These are lovely. Thank you Michael.”

“It’s no problem.” He watched proudly as they admired the embroidery on the jacket. Y/N went on about how soft the inside was and he felt his hands begin to tingle at how happy she was. He made her happy— with a simple gesture of gifting her a bad tour jacket. And, it was so worth it.

“Excuse me, Lady Y/N, Lady Diana, we must be going.” A bodyguard walked up to the three and waited patiently for the women to follow him.

“Thank you again for the lovely gift. Good luck out there.” Diana smiled.

“You’re welcome. Thank you. I hope you enjoy the show.” He said, she nodded before stepping away with the bodyguard to give the two a minute of privacy.

“I can’t wait to see you perform.” The young royal gushed, the jacket now hanging on her shoulders.

“I’ll find you in the crowd.” He reached out, gently lifting her hair which had been tucked under the fabric.

“I’ll be the one with hearts in her eyes.” She winked leaning into him and kissing his cheek again. The kiss was longer this time, like she was committing every detail to memory. “Good luck biker boy.” She whispered into his ear before moving away from him, he stared at her as if in a daze. All he could do was stare.

And, he knew he’d never get tired of the view.

When the royal pair arrived at their seats they were met with a warm welcome. As they stood, one hand on the balcony rail and one waving in the air, the stadium erupted into applause.

“Imagine the reaction when they see the two of you together.” Diana muttered through her smile.

“We’re friends.”

“Friends don’t look at each other the way you two do. You’re flirty friends at least.”

“I suppose that’s true.” She shrugged, dipping her head to hide the blush on her cheeks.

“Did he, you know, did he ask you?”

“Ask me what?”

“On a date?”

“Oh. No, he didn’t.” Her eyes glazed over sadly as she attempted to ignore how that question made her really feel. “Was he supposed to? Was that the moment?”

“Hm.” Diana shifted in her seat, her mind clearly wondering.

“Oh my. That’s a bad sign isn’t it? W— What if I scared him off?”

“Calm down. He’s probably just focused on performing before his shows. Maybe he’ll ask after. He’d be crazy not to make a move.”

“He’s so handsome. I wasn’t even thinking. I— I kissed him on the cheek. Twice!” She gushed, holding two fingers in the air.

“I know. I thought I was going to have to pull you off of him.”

“I couldn’t help it. He smiles at me and I— oh, Diana…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I really care for him.” She ran her fingers through her hair, shaking her head gently. “He’s like no one I’ve ever met before. He’s special.”

“Breathe.” Diana reached over, taking her sister’s hand in hers. “Don’t let your feelings scare you. It’s a beautiful thing. It’ll work out. I just know it.”

Before Y/N had the chance to respond the lights shut off dramatically and the stadium erupted. The ground was shaking as the anticipation built by the second.

“Hello, London!” The audience cheered loudly as he spoke. “And, welcome to our royal guests!”

“How you doin’?” The ground rumbled in response. Thousands of people gathered in one place to enjoy the music. The energy was electric and there was this feeling of happiness in the air.

After the last song, Lady Y/N and Lady Diana were brought backstage. Diana made herself busy, getting to know the other musicians and trying to learn how to play the instruments. Y/N didn’t waste time, she was immediately escorted to Michael’s dressing room.

“That was incredible! You were amazing!” Y/N gushed, she was looking at him like he’d put all the stars in the sky and Karen certainly noticed.

“Go for it.” Karen hummed softly only for Michael to hear. He tensed up, but she spoke again before he could respond. “Oh! I gotta go— do that thing.” She threw her makeup brushes on the table and practically ran out the door.

It was just them.

And, Michael was freaking out.

“Excuse her. She’s crazy.”

“I apologize if I’ve interrupted your after show ritual. I can come back—”

“No!” His voice came out urgent, desperate even. They both stared at each other, unsure of what the next move should be. “Stay…”

“I really loved the show. Well, we both did.”

“Thank you. I think— I think it’s the best show I’ve ever had.” He fiddled with the buckles on his arm as he took a step towards her.

“Well, I’m honored to have witnessed it.” She smiled, moving closer to him, matching his eagerness to be near one another.

“Lady Y/N, knowing you were in the crowd, it brought something out in me I’ve never felt before.”

“You can call me Y/N.” She whispered.

“You’re the only thing that’s been on my mind. I can’t… and I don’t want to change that.”

“You’ve left quite the impression on me as well.”

“How— Can I spend more time with you?”

“Of course.”

“I don’t know the proper protocol—”

“Let’s just forget about protocol.”

“So, could I— may I say something?”

“Of course.”

“I’d really like to take you on a date.”

“Michael—”

“I know it’s crazy. I know that you probably wouldn’t want to be seen with me.” Her face twisted as he spoke, but he didn’t notice because he was staring at the ground. “I just… I feel that you’re really special, you made me feel… happy. And, I really wanted the opportunity to know you better. You’re incredible. You’re like no one I’ve ever met before, but I know that this, it’s probably forbidden. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have—”

“Michael, I’d love to.” She smiled, replaying his words in her head, remembering she said something very similar just a few hours ago.

“Really?”

“You’ve got a hold on me that I can’t even put into words.” She reached out, caressing his cheek. “I don’t care about protocol or rules, but I do care about you.”

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Then, There Was You

Chapter 1

July 14, 1988

Michael had been on tour for about a year and it never had much of an effect on him until now. He couldn’t think straight. The hours were ticking by, launching him into a heart racing panic. On one hand he was excited to see her again, but on the other he was nervous. What is she doesn’t enjoy the show? What if he trips? What is his pants split open during a move? What if he forgets the lyrics? What if…

“You okay?” Karen asked, noticing his flustered state while she set up her equipment.

“Yeah. I think so. I’m— I don’t know. Nervous.” He felt like he was in grade school, hoping his crush would notice him wearing her favorite color. Shit. What’s her favorite color?

“Nervous? That’s new.”

“Yeah. It’s a big show.” He tried desperately not to give himself away, but him wiping his sweaty palms down his thighs made him easy to read.

“They are all big shows. Spill.” She looked at him inquisitively.

“We have royalty in attendance tonight.” He spoke as his knee bounced up and down uncontrollably.

“You’ll do great.” She smiled at him through the mirror and continued working on his hair. “You always do.”

“I met them last night actually. They were very kind.”

“I bet.” She knew by now how to tell if Michael needed to vent. After working for him for so many years she learned to listen— be a confidante. He didn’t like to be pestered with questions, he preferred someone to just listen.

“Princess Diana was very sweet.”

“I’ve heard she’s lovely.”

“Yeah.” He forced a cough as he readjusted in his seat. “Princess Y/N is as well. She’s so nice...”

“I’d expect nothing less.”

“She’s beautiful.”

“Is that so?” She smirked, raising her eyebrow at his shift from sheepish to pure excitement.

“Yes. She’s really funny too. She’s so easy to be around… you almost forget— I don’t know. When I was with her I felt like we were normal people, you know? There was no pressure. I felt like a real person— like a regular person with her.”

“She sounds incredible.”

“She is! We ran off and got to know each other. Well, more like she dragged me out of the event.” He chuckled at the memory. “She held my hand and I felt so— so happy. It was the best night I’ve had in a while… maybe ever.”

“You ran off together? Wow, that sounds exhilarating.”

“It was. We left the party and she took me up onto the rooftop of Buckingham Palace—”

“Wait, you were on a rooftop?”

“Yes! Me!”

“You’re terrified of heights.”

“I know!”

“Wow, I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Me either! I mean— goodness. It was incredible. I’m so happy I accepted that invitation. I’m so happy I met her.” He exhaled, shutting his eyes, but the calm was short lived. He jumped out of his seat. “What am I supposed to do? She’s going to be here tonight and I’m— I don’t want to make a fool of myself. What if, what if it meant more to me than it did to her?”

“Michael, I think—”

“What if she was just being nice? What if she just wants to be friends and I’m over here like some pathetic hopeless romantic thinking we could be more? What if she was just pitying me? What if she thinks I’m weird? Everyone else does, what if— what if she agrees with them?” By this point he was starting to hyperventilate.

“Michael, no, you aren’t weird. Woah, okay, you need to breathe. I’m sure she enjoyed your time together. The way you’re lighting up talking about her, there’s no way she didn’t feel it too. She’s going to be here tonight— it’s a sign. You should ask her out! If she’s into you, which I think she is, you can ask— she’s definitely giving you the green light.” Her hands rested on both his shoulders and she guided him back into his seat.

“Ask her on a date? That’s insane. I mean— She’s a princess.”

“She’s a person. A person who likes you.”

“We don’t know if she even likes me!”

“Oh, get real. Michael, stop doubting yourself. She held your hand— personally, I wouldn’t do that unless I was trying to drop a hint.”

“A hint?” Michael tilted his head as if that would help him understand what she was saying.

“Yes, you goon! Physical touch! She’s giving you the hint to go for it— to go for her.”

“I didn’t think of it that way. I mean I guess that could explain why she didn’t pull away when I kissed her—”

“What! Why didn’t you start with that!” She exclaimed, slapping his arm playfully.

“Is that important?”

“It’s the most important! Oh my goodness! Okay, what kind of kiss was it? Was it a peck or was it like a hungry, hands gripping at each other and—”

“Woah! Okay, that’s too much. It’s also private.” He stopped her, chuckling at her excitement.

“Such a gentleman.” Karen chuckled, rolling her eyes playfully. “Tell me this, did she kiss back? Did she match what you felt?”

“I was too scared to actually kiss her. I kissed her cheek technically, the corner of her lips and I felt her smile and she took a deep breath in like she was— like she…”

“Like she was savoring the moment?”

“Yeah.”

“Michael, all signs point to go for the girl.”

“Goodness Karen. I want to. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want her.”

“She left her mothers’ birthday celebration to spend the night with you on a roof. She chose to get to know you instead of taking part in some extravagant event. I know women Michael and that woman definitely wants you.”

“Karen, even if she does… she’s still a princess—”

“You’re making excuses. Above everything she is human. And, I’d assume she’s similar to you in hoping to be treating as such. I’m sure you found that in one other. She’s a person just like you. I think you should go for it.”

“She’s royalty and I’m just— I’m nothing compared to that. What could I do to win her over? There’s no way she’d actually go for me. I’m— she’s a princess and I’m… I’m wacko—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!”

“They all say it.” He sunk down in his chair and his head hung low. Karen studied him for a moment before leaning down next to him.

“You’re Michael. You’re Michael Jackson. That is your name. They do not define you, do you hear me? They don’t know the real you and they don’t deserve to. The only name they’ve made up for you that’s accurate is The King Of Pop. You’re the best person I know. You make everyone around you better— simply for knowing you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes! I’m never wrong!” Her voice went up what felt like ten octaves which really got his attention.

“You’re crazy.” He laughed, shaking his head as she did her little happy dance in front of him.

“Crazy right! Crazy on the money!”

“Oh gosh, here we go with the women’s intuition.”

“It’s true and I’m not going to stop pestering you until you go for it because I know this will work. She’ll be so good for you. Would that make you a prince? Oh my god! That’ll be so freaking cool.”

“I don’t know if—”

“Go for it.”

“Karen—”

“Go for it.”

“I don’t think—”

“Go for it.”

“Would you let me finish—”

“Not until you agree to go for it.”

“It’s not that simple—”

“Go for it.”

“But—”

“Go for it.”

“Well—”

“Go for it. You’re overthinking. You can’t let her get away. You’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t try.”

“You’re right.”

“Go for it!”

“I’m going for it!” He said, laughing as Karen yelled out in excitement. She grabbed his arm, pulling him out of his chair to jump up and down with her in celebration.

Diana was over the moon watching her sister-in-law getting ready for the night. They had spent the better part of the day talking about the concert— more importantly, Michael. As excited as she was playing matchmaker, she felt overwhelmed too because she’d never seen the princess so nervous.

“That one is nice.” Di gave her date for the night a double thumbs up as she looked over the outfit laid out on the bed.

“No, it’s not right.” Y/N shook her head, waving her hands in the air and rushing back into the closet. The room filled with grunts of frustration as she began shoving clothing around. “I don’t have anything to wear!” She emerged from the closet, a mountain of clothes cradled in her arms before falling to the ground.

“Calm down.” Diana moved towards her, sweetly removing the wardrobe that seemed to be weighing her sister down.

“It’s not— nothing is good enough. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to do this. Di, what am I doing?” Her eyes glossy as she gave into all her self doubt.

“No, don’t do that. It’ll come naturally. It is coming naturally, but you’re doubting yourself so much you can’t even see it. I promise he brings something out in you that I’ve never seen before. You’re nervous, which is understandable, but once you’re with him it all vanishes. I promise, he’s not going to care what you’re wearing.”

“I know, but I still want to look nice. I want— I want to look nice for him. I really want him to like me… the way I like him.”

“He does. Y/N, you’re overthinking this.”

“We don’t know if he— I don’t think he does. He could date supermodels— they are so beautiful and tall, I don’t stand a chance. He could have anyone he wants. He’s so kind. He’s funny and oh my goodness he has the best laugh. He’s beautiful in every possible way. I fear I’m going to look like a fool— he’s so far out of my league.”

“You two spent all night together on that dingy old roof. That is all the proof you need. You two spent hours talking and you didn’t get tired of the other. Do you understand how rare that is? Sweetie, you’re special, you’re in a league that he— I think you’re both right there with each other. It’s okay to be afraid of change, but you’ll never know what could be if you don’t put yourself out there. This change could be the best thing to ever happen to you, to us. I saw the way he gazed at you, like you were the most precious thing he’d ever laid his eyes on. I could feel the electricity between the two of you.”

“He was so sweet. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed that hard. Do you— do you really think he feels the same?”

“I don’t think. I know.”

“You’re the best.”

“I am. Thank you for admitting that. It’s very big of you. Now, let’s get you ready to see your betrothed.”

“Oh, shush!” Y/N pinched her arm as they got up and started sifting through the clothing.

When they arrived at Wembley Stadium, they were quickly guided backstage and were greeted by the entire crew waiting to welcome them. The noise from the photographers made it impossible to think. They shook hands and met what felt like hundreds of people before they reached the end of the line where Michael stood.

“Oo, tight pants.” Diana whispered in a teasing tone.

“Shut up.”

“Tight leather pants. Really tight.”

“Diana!”

“Oh, relax you’re the one drooling.” Diana joked, looking over and noticing how nervous Michael was. She moved to greet him first, pulling him into a hug.

“A hug and kiss on the cheek is appropriate, it won’t bring too much attention.” She muttered low enough for only him to hear. When she pulled away he looked at her like he was trying to figure out how she knew. “She’s nervous too.”

“I— I didn’t think she would be. I’m glad you’re both here.” He did his best to focus despite all the camera flashes.

“Just breathe.” She gave him a sympathetic smile and touched his shoulder briefly. “She loves your smile. Flash her a big one and she’ll melt.”

“Thank you.” He nodded shyly, bowing his head to try to conceal his blush as she stepped away to watch the interaction from afar.

“Hi. Michael, how are you?” It’s her. She’s standing right in front of him, her presence made his body vibrate with excitement.

He slowly lifted his head, his eyes traveling up from her feet, her legs, her body and landing on her face. Holy… She’s indescribable. Her smile. Her eyes were sparkling somehow. There was so much chaos surrounding them, but it didn’t matter. He was completely, truly, madly… under her spell.

“Hi. You look beautiful.” His arms wrapped around her waist before he could stop himself. “It’s so good to see you.”

“It’s been too long. What was it… a dreadful eight hours?” She giggled, hugging him back. “You look quite dashing.” She complimented with a sweet tone to her voice that danced against his neck and down his spine.

The camera flashes grew more intense and the yells for their attention brought him back to reality. If only they could stay in this moment a bit longer. He’d give anything to have another experience with her like last night— little did he know she was thinking the exact same thing.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t— I probably shouldn’t have done that.” He spoke stepped away from her. “It wasn’t appropriate.”

“I didn’t mind.” She clasped her hands together in front of her. “Your hugs are lovely.”

“You think?”

“Yes.” That melody of joy erupted from her mouth and he could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat.

“Your laugh is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.”

“You’re a musician. I’m sure you heard better.”

“I haven’t.”

Her blush quickly overpowered her face and it made butterflies erupt in his stomach. They stood a foot apart, admiring each other’s smiles.

“You look like a biker.” She quipped, sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth. “I’m loving all the studs, chains and buckles.” She reached out, dragging her finger tips across his jacket. “You definitely look bad— in a good way.”

“I— yeah. Thank you. It’s actually quite heavy.” He couldn’t concentrate with her fingers lingering on his chest. All the charming lines he’d practiced were forgotten, it was a miracle he could formed any words at all.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re strong.” She smiled, her hand retreating from his jacket. Oh, maybe he wasn’t sounding as stupid as he thought.

“Yeah, or maybe I’m just pretending to be strong to impress you.” He shrugged, sending a sweet smile her direction.

“You don’t have to pretend anything to impress me.” She felt more confident the longer she was near him. The nerves she felt transforming into flirtatious boldness.

“You know, if we weren’t surrounded by all these people I’d try to hold your hand.”

“You know, if we weren’t surrounded by all these people— actually it doesn’t bother me much I’d hold your hand in front of them.” She tilted her head, daring him to go for it and that surprised him.

“Are you sure?”

“Are you doubting me Mr. Jackson?”

“No, no, of course not.” He answered quickly, his fingers tickling her wrist as he pulled her hand closer to him.

“Good.” She took a step closer to him, her palm caressed his, it was soft and sweet, but nothing compared to her lips when they finally graced his cheek.

“That’ll definitely make the front pages.” Diana teased as she made our way over to the two. “Living dangerously tonight I see.”

“I was just wishing him good luck.” Y/N said nonchalantly, shifting her focus to her sister-in-law.

“Well, I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, but I’ve been informed it’s time for us to head to our seats.” The noise began to decline around them as the photographers and reporters were ushered out of the room. “Apparently, they pushed the show time back significantly for us.”

“I’m sorry. I— we had no idea our presence would cause such a disturbance—”

“I’d push the start time to next week if it meant I could spend more time with you.” Michael’s voice ignited goosebumps down her arms, his words wrapping around her like a security blanket.

“I wouldn’t object to that.” Her response made him eager to reach out, to be closer to her, but he knew he had to control himself.

“Oh… this is so sweet.” Diana squealed, clapping hands together gently. When both of their heads snapped in her direction, deep red hues covering their faces, she realized the intimate moment she’d intruded on. “Sorry— I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I’m going to… I’m going to go stand over there now.”

“We should probably get going.” Y/N spoke her hesitance evident as she smiled at him again.

“Wait!” Michael nearly shouted. “Wait here. I have something for you.” He ran a few feet away and retrieved a box.

“I’m sure you’d rather unwrap something else.” Diana whispered, chuckling as her sister watched his movements intently.

“Shut up.” She nudged the blonde who was attempting to muffle her laughter with her hands.

They were too busy bickering in hushed voices that they didn’t notice the musician return until he started talking.

“Here. It’s for both of you.” Michael held the box in front of them, a hopeful look on his face as he removed the lid. “It’s just a little something.”

“Oh my goodness. Michael, these are beautiful.” Y/N reached inside to touch the fabric before holding the jacket in the air. “How thoughtful of you. Thank you so much.”

“These are lovely. Thank you Michael.”

“It’s no problem.” He watched proudly as they admired the embroidery on the jacket. Y/N went on about how soft the inside was and he felt his hands begin to tingle at how happy she was. He made her happy— with a simple gesture of gifting her a bad tour jacket. And, it was so worth it.

“Excuse me, Lady Y/N, Lady Diana, we must be going.” A bodyguard walked up to the three and waited patiently for the women to follow him.

“Thank you again for the lovely gift. Good luck out there.” Diana smiled.

“You’re welcome. Thank you. I hope you enjoy the show.” He said, she nodded before stepping away with the bodyguard to give the two a minute of privacy.

“I can’t wait to see you perform.” The young royal gushed, the jacket now hanging on her shoulders.

“I’ll find you in the crowd.” He reached out, gently lifting her hair which had been tucked under the fabric.

“I’ll be the one with hearts in her eyes.” She winked leaning into him and kissing his cheek again. The kiss was longer this time, like she was committing every detail to memory. “Good luck biker boy.” She whispered into his ear before moving away from him, he stared at her as if in a daze. All he could do was stare.

And, he knew he’d never get tired of the view.

When the royal pair arrived at their seats they were met with a warm welcome. As they stood, one hand on the balcony rail and one waving in the air, the stadium erupted into applause.

“Imagine the reaction when they see the two of you together.” Diana muttered through her smile.

“We’re friends.”

“Friends don’t look at each other the way you two do. You’re flirty friends at least.”

“I suppose that’s true.” She shrugged, dipping her head to hide the blush on her cheeks.

“Did he, you know, did he ask you?”

“Ask me what?”

“On a date?”

“Oh. No, he didn’t.” Her eyes glazed over sadly as she attempted to ignore how that question made her really feel. “Was he supposed to? Was that the moment?”

“Hm.” Diana shifted in her seat, her mind clearly wondering.

“Oh my. That’s a bad sign isn’t it? W— What if I scared him off?”

“Calm down. He’s probably just focused on performing before his shows. Maybe he’ll ask after. He’d be crazy not to make a move.”

“He’s so handsome. I wasn’t even thinking. I— I kissed him on the cheek. Twice!” She gushed, holding two fingers in the air.

“I know. I thought I was going to have to pull you off of him.”

“I couldn’t help it. He smiles at me and I— oh, Diana…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I really care for him.” She ran her fingers through her hair, shaking her head gently. “He’s like no one I’ve ever met before. He’s special.”

“Breathe.” Diana reached over, taking her sister’s hand in hers. “Don’t let your feelings scare you. It’s a beautiful thing. It’ll work out. I just know it.”

Before Y/N had the chance to respond the lights shut off dramatically and the stadium erupted. The ground was shaking as the anticipation built by the second.

“Hello, London!” The audience cheered loudly as he spoke. “And, welcome to our royal guests!”

“How you doin’?” The ground rumbled in response. Thousands of people gathered in one place to enjoy the music. The energy was electric and there was this feeling of happiness in the air.

After the last song, Lady Y/N and Lady Diana were brought backstage. Diana made herself busy, getting to know the other musicians and trying to learn how to play the instruments. Y/N didn’t waste time, she was immediately escorted to Michael’s dressing room.

“That was incredible! You were amazing!” Y/N gushed, she was looking at him like he’d put all the stars in the sky and Karen certainly noticed.

“Go for it.” Karen hummed softly only for Michael to hear. He tensed up, but she spoke again before he could respond. “Oh! I gotta go— do that thing.” She threw her makeup brushes on the table and practically ran out the door.

It was just them.

And, Michael was freaking out.

“Excuse her. She’s crazy.”

“I apologize if I’ve interrupted your after show ritual. I can come back—”

“No!” His voice came out urgent, desperate even. They both stared at each other, unsure of what the next move should be. “Stay…”

“I really loved the show. Well, we both did.”

“Thank you. I think— I think it’s the best show I’ve ever had.” He fiddled with the buckles on his arm as he took a step towards her.

“Well, I’m honored to have witnessed it.” She smiled, moving closer to him, matching his eagerness to be near one another.

“Lady Y/N, knowing you were in the crowd, it brought something out in me I’ve never felt before.”

“You can call me Y/N.” She whispered.

“You’re the only thing that’s been on my mind. I can’t… and I don’t want to change that.”

“You’ve left quite the impression on me as well.”

“How— Can I spend more time with you?”

“Of course.”

“I don’t know the proper protocol—”

“Let’s just forget about protocol.”

“So, could I— may I say something?”

“Of course.”

“I’d really like to take you on a date.”

“Michael—”

“I know it’s crazy. I know that you probably wouldn’t want to be seen with me.” Her face twisted as he spoke, but he didn’t notice because he was staring at the ground. “I just… I feel that you’re really special, you made me feel… happy. And, I really wanted the opportunity to know you better. You’re incredible. You’re like no one I’ve ever met before, but I know that this, it’s probably forbidden. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have—”

“Michael, I’d love to.” She smiled, replaying his words in her head, remembering she said something very similar just a few hours ago.

“Really?”

“You’ve got a hold on me that I can’t even put into words.” She reached out, caressing his cheek. “I don’t care about protocol or rules, but I do care about you.”

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Michael’s face when you let him hit on the first date…