Camille Laurent grew up in a strict traditional family that taught her the world was divided into two kinds of people: black and white, and nothing in between. From her childhood, she remembers only discipline, silence and a pair of mysterious brown eyes that never left her mind. Now a famous celebrity makeup artist, Camille lives a life built on control and perfection, still shaped by her parents' expectations. Until she meets Michael Jackson...

"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

When The First Order become in debt to a wealthy planet that refuses to fund their new military, Supreme Leader Snoke proposes a bargain to the King of planet Jorkhan, which includes the union of the Princess and his new apprentice, Kylo Ren. But when the Princess suddenly flees, the King, who is desperate for further power and a bloodline filled with force-sensitives, gathers all the women of his kingdom and finds one who looks similar enough to replace his missing daughter. You were born and raised in the slums of Jorkhan, but one day, royal guards capture you and tell you to forget your name, whilst giving you a new one and a golden crown to match. You don't want to marry the possessive, Kylo Ren, but you would do anything to save your own life. You would even imitate a royal. ↓ HIGHEST RANKINGS SINCE DEBUT ↓ #4 in Kylo Ren. #3 in Ben Solo. #4 in Adam Driver. #7 in Star Wars. → Read Introduction for a Detailed Summary. → Reader!Insert (Without the Y/N.) → Erotic / Smut Included. → A Kylo Ren FanFiction. → @Art_decographics

→ A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away... After the battle on the Starkiller base with resistance supporters Rey and Finn, the commander of the First Order, Kylo Ren, has his wounds he sustained during battle tended to by Luna, a young unsuspecting nurse of the First Order. • set directly after the force awakens • contains spoilers for the force awakens • written before the last jedi was released April 2016 → January 2017 • highest ranking: #18 in fanfiction • #3 in the kylo ren tag → I do not own Star Wars, Lucasfilm or any characters created by the franchise. → However, Luna and any other character not belonging to Lucasfilm are owned and created by me.

"I could cross a thousand systems and still never find the peace I get from your voice. Say anything. Please- say anything." "Anakin, I can't-" "Anything but that." UNDER SEVERE EDITING | ALTERNATE UNIVERSE | FEMALE OC | OC X ANAKIN SKYWALKER | SLOW BURN HIGHEST RANK: #1 IN STARWARS

It is a constant uphill climb for Siorah Katha, a young Jedi, intent on making it to the top. She just wants to find her place. To belong. The only thing standing in her way? Anakin Skywalker. A hotheaded, stubborn, frustratingly arrogant partner that she somehow ended up stuck with. She follows rules, he is intent on breaking them. She is devoted to her work, he is distracted by his past. She craves a family of her own, he is... desperately misunderstood? No matter who they are, they have to learn to coexist. And along the way, they may just learn to need each other.

"Anakin, w-we can't." I explained while diverting my eyes from his gaze. He forced me to look at him again, guiding my chin even closer to his than it was before. "Yes we can." Was all he said as he closed the gap between us and connected his lips to mine. • • • When the attempts on Senator Verena Leoet's life prove to be increasing in danger, she is forced to employ newly appointed Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker as her protector, and as they grow closer; feelings are realized, emotions are kindled, and morals are questioned all in the name of devotion. _________________ Disclaimer: This fanfiction isn't your normal Anakin Skywalker love story, I've included things from the EU to make this more believable and less fangirl-ish. Yes this is a romance and yes it does move fast, just don't expect Verena to magically find out she's force-sensitive in her early twenties and then get trained by Jedi masters:)))