MONSTER: Michael Jackson x F reader!
-_ warning: mild violence (biting), slight body horror, -!: this is a michael werewolf au! so, if your not into it might not want to read/ fluff!.
-- michael era: thriller ❀ word count- 1569
You started to walk off first, with Michael following closely behind you. After a moment, he caught up and walked beside you instead.
“So,” you said, glancing at him, “if you’re a werewolf, what do you eat?”
Michael let out a small laugh, like the question amused him more than anything.
“I still eat human food, y/n,” he said, as if that should’ve been obvious.
“Okay,” you continued, “but do you ever, like… get cravings for human meat?”
He shook his head slightly.
You slowed a little, looking at him like he had just said something completely insane, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. Instead, he reached out and gently grabbed your arm, stopping you from walking any further. You turned toward him as he guided your wrist upward, studying it for a second.
“But,” he said, “I have heard that the taste of human skin is the most delicious thing to hit your tongue.”
Your stomach turned, but you didn’t move away. His breath was warm against your skin as he leaned in slightly.
“And if you bite down,” he continued softly, “the salty taste is supposed to be the best part.”
His glowing yellow eyes stayed locked on yours, and then his teeth pressed lightly into your arm. It wasn’t enough to break skin, but it was enough to send a sharp tingle through your body. He held it for a moment before pulling back.
“Scared yet?” he asked quietly.
You shook your head immediately, even though your heart was definitely not normal anymore. You couldn’t tell if he was teasing or if he was actually serious, and that uncertainty made it worse in a way.
Michael watched you for a second longer before biting down a little harder, just enough to leave a bruise. Then, almost casually, he leaned down and licked over the spot, like he was erasing what he just did.
“Michael…” you said under your breath.
He looked up at you, and the grin on his face gave everything away.
“That’s what would happen if I actually had a craving for human meat,” he said, releasing your arm like nothing happened. “Just a lot less gentle.”
Then he turned and started walking again like he hadn’t just completely ruined your ability to think straight.
You stood there for a second before following him again, rubbing your arm slightly. You hated that you didn’t fully hate what just happened, and that thought alone made your brain feel loud.
“So you’re like… half right now?” you asked after a moment.
Michael glanced at you. “Half?”
“Like, are you fully a wolf or just… kind of?”
He sighed like you were interviewing him.
You immediately leaned into the explanation.
He looked ahead as he walked. “The moon..”
You frowned slightly. “Explain that.”
He gave you a side glance. “When I’m not in the full moon's sight, I’m still me. Mostly.”
“My mind stays human. I think like me, I talk like me… I don’t just turn into a wolf completely. My body just shifts a bit.”
You glanced at him more carefully now.
He held up his hand slightly. “My nails get sharper. My eyes usually change to gold when the wolf is closer to the surface.”
You stared at him. “So you’re like… partially dangerous all the time?”
“I wouldn’t say dangerous.” He said with a laugh, until you gave him a look.
He shrugged slightly. “Okay. Sometimes dangerous.”
You nodded slowly like you were processing that. “And if you are in the full moon?” you asked.
That made him pause for a second longer than the other questions. “When I’m in the sight of a full moon,” he said more quietly, “I don’t stay like this.”
You slowed your walking slightly. “What do you mean?” He didn’t look at you right away. “I fully transform..” he said. “No human mind. No control. Just the wolf.” The way he said it made your chest tighten a little.
“So you don’t remember anything?”
Silence between you two for a moment. Then you asked softer, “Has it ever happened when you couldn’t stop it?”
That answer made your stomach drop. But before you could go further, Michael suddenly bumped your shoulder lightly with his.
“Alright,” he said, tone shifting back to normal, “that’s enough questions.”
He glanced at you with a small smirk. “You’ve been interrogating me for ten minutes.”
“I’m trying to understand!” You raised your voice a bit.
“You understand enough.” He tilted his head slightly, looking at you. “Got any more questions, nosey?” he teased.
“You always tease me..” you said quietly, you felt this was the perfect time to start being honest.
Michael glanced at you. “Mm. We both tease each other equally.”
“No,” you said quickly. “I do it differently.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“You do it like you know.” You took in a sharp inhale. That made him pause for a moment. The teasing expression on his face faded just slightly. “Know what?” He asked quietly. You looked down at your feet as you walked, suddenly regretting opening your mouth, but you kept going anyway.
“You know exactly what I mean.”
The silence between you two was loud. The crickets in the woods felt louder, the wind brushing through the trees like it was making the noise you two should’ve been making.
Finally, you stopped walking. “Fine!” you said, exhaling. “I like you.”
The words came out blunt, more direct than you intended, but there was no taking them back. Michael stopped too.
“I have feelings for you..” you continued, still not looking at him. “And since you’re such an airhead, I figured someone had to say it.”
For a moment, there was nothing. No teasing response, no laugh, just silence. Then you felt it. Another presence in front of you.
When you looked up, Michael was right there. Close enough that you didn’t need to move to see his face clearly. His hand slowly came up, gently cupping your cheek, holding your face like he was making sure you didn’t look away.
“Airhead is kinda mean, y/n,” he said softly.
You let out a small laugh without thinking, but your attention drifted to his eyes instead. The glow of gold, the faint outline of fangs when he spoke. “I didn’t know.” he said after a moment, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek, “but I do now.”
Your breath caught slightly.
“And…” he hesitated, then softened, “the feelings are mutual.”
Your heart stopped for a second. Michael slowly lowered his hand, like he was preparing to step back, but your own hands moved first, catching his wrist before he could fully let go. His eyes widened slightly at that, surprised, but he didn’t pull away.
“I don’t want us to be together right now,” he said. Your expression dropped immediately. “What?”
“I’m serious.” He said, and his voice made it clear he meant it. “I still can’t control myself.”
“Never enough to…” he paused, swallowing. “Never enough to kill someone. But that doesn’t mean I won’t eventually. I don’t want to risk you,” he said quietly. “I don’t know how to separate… what I feel from what I am sometimes.”
You couldn’t help, but feel bad. This whole time he had this huge secret to hold alone. All you could think about was how lonely he might’ve been..
“I don’t want to let you go,” he added after a moment, softer now.
Your grip on his wrist tightened slightly.
He looked at you like he didn’t understand how you could say that so easily. Michael didn’t speak for a second. His hand slowly came up again, this time resting gently against your face like before, but slower. More careful.
“You really shouldn’t be this brave..” He said quietly, almost like it scared him. You let out a small breath that turned into a laugh.
“You really shouldn’t be this scary. I thought I was the scary one? Am I not the scaredy cat anymore?” You said teasing him.
That got a real smile out of him.
Then, slowly, the tension between you two started to lift. Making it easier to breathe. He leaned in first, not rushing it, just letting it happen naturally. His lips brushed yours gently at first, like he was testing whether you would still be there when he pulled back.
You didn’t move away. So he kissed you again.
This time it was warmer, longer, but still careful. Like he was afraid of himself more than he was afraid of you. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours.
“You’re really staying?” he asked quietly.
“I’m not going anywhere, Michael.”
His grip on your hand tightened just slightly, like he needed to make sure you were real.
“Even if I mess up?” he asked.
That made him laugh under his breath, soft and disbelieving. Like he still couldn’t fully understand why you were still here and not running..
“Mm,” he said finally, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “You’re kind of crazy, you know that?”
“You’re the one who bit me…” you said. He smiled at you softly, giving you one more kiss on the cheek.
