weeping angel!Michael x black!reader
SUMMARY: after a scary encounter with the weeping angels you and your friends believe that the worst is behind you. But then a certain weeping angel takes a liking to you. This one was different than the others. Less angry, less dangerous.
WARNINGS/TAGS: Michael follows you, 10th doctor cameo, sad angel!Michael, uhhhhh stalking??
A/n: you gotta know about the show Doctor Who or at least know the weeping angels from that show otherwise you might be hella lost. This is VERY rushed. Hardly no plot exist. Ignore all plot holes and grammar shit
“Then you blink,” The 10th Doctor says, “And oh yes, it can.”
When the doctor finished explaining what the angels outside really were, you and your friends couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
Chills ran down your spine. Your friends feel the same way. looking at each other and then out the window towards the stone figures. They didn’t seem so harmless anymore.
The Doctor keeps speaking.
“That’s why they cover their eyes. They aren’t necessarily weeping. Their greatest assist is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. Loneliest creatures in the universe. I would feel sorry for the lot ff they weren’t such murderous creatures.”
A gust of wind makes the group jump. Then, you had a feeling that someone was looking at you.
You looked up, and what you saw made you scream.
At the door stood one of the angels, who appeared seemingly out of thin air. A man, it seems. Hair framing his cheekbones, draped in nothing but a cloth carved around his waist. His wings close to his form. The other angels
This one had his curled around him. Shielding himself from the outside world.
He looked so new, like he was just freshly carved. No cracks in the marble, no dust or insects crowding around him. No missing fingers or limbs.
His face held every detail imaginable. From your spot on the floor, you could see every feature on his face clear as day. His eyebrows were scrunched up, and his plump lips were in a permanent frown.
Even though they were grey all over, you can still see the sadness in him, how his cheeks held engraved tears on them.
His face was so expressive, like he was a person just simply standing very still. It was uncanny.
It’s like you can feel the sadness rolling off him. It almost makes you want to weep.
“What the fuck?!” Your friends scramble to the corner of the room. One of them is pulling you along with them.
“That’s…. Mikel. Or Michael, whichever one you prefer. One of the oldest weeping angels to ever exist. He isn’t like the rest, as you can see. The only one that you could technically deem as harmless.” The doctor adjusted his glasses. “He shouldn’t bother you too much. But he isn’t supposed to be there in the first place….odd.
“Doc, you just told us we are near one of the most dangerous creatures in the entire universe” One of your friends breathed out. Pointing out the hypocrisy of his earlier words.
“I know what I said!” The doc stumbled over his words. “Just… don’t worry about him too much.”
You don’t look away from Michael. You can’t. Not even if you wanted to. You feel trapped under is somber gaze.
“Why does it feel like he’s…”
“Looking back at you? Don’t know. Never figured that out myself.” The doctor looks at the camera with a narrow gaze.
“Seems like he has taken a…. sort of liking to you, y/n.”
Your heart dropped in your stomach.
“Michael tends to have little infatuations. Don’t ask me to explain it because I don’t know.” The doctor sighs, “God, this just makes things more complicated.”
The Doctor tries to explain exactly what you should do, but you don’t hear anything he says.
You were too busy staring at Michael and the tears on his face that looked too real to be just stone.
The next few days are terrifying for you.
You try to continue your life as normal. Going to work, the gym, eat out, hang with your friends and the group of you pretend like nothing ever happened. That the
You wanted the doctor to be wrong. You really did. But he wasn’t. He never is.
Michael follows you around. Of course, you can’t exactly see him when he moves. But he is always in the corner of your eye. In the alley across the coffee shop you always go to,
It scares you to look up and see a sad angel face staring back at you.
He never gets close to you in the beginning. He stays on the other side of the street or a block down.
But then he starts getting closer.
The doctor told you that, technically, Michael was harmless, but just like the others, he is just as capable of killing you
The closest he has gotten to you was when you had just finished working out. Freshening up in the bathroom before heading home.
It was when you opened the door that you couldn’t help but scream. Michael was standing on the other side. Somehow looking even more sadder than the first time you saw him. One of his hands was frozen in the air as if his hand was about to push the door open.
You ran out of the gym, not caring about the people who looked at you weirdly.
When you got home, you looked up ways to make a weeping angel go away. Since the Doctor was still stuck in 1969, there was no way for you to talk to him about this or ask for his help. Wasn’t Michael supposed to be gone by now? Why was he still following you around everywhere?
You put up mirrors around your house. On the front door, on the back door, a few on the sides and one on the window that looked into your room.
For a while, you don’t see him anywhere, and you think that he has finally left you alone.
After a week of no sightings of the angel, you begin to relax. You didn’t take down the mirrors yet, still too tense from the previous encounter. On a rainy Tuesday, your dog began to bark at the window. A bark that you have never heard her make.
“What is it, girl?” You run from your spot in the kitchen. Perching the curtain back, your heart drops to your feet at the sight in front of you.
Outside on your front porch stood Michael. His arms wrapped around his form, head bent down into his chest. If things were under different circumstances, you would assume that he was…shy.
You couldn’t even be scared anymore, just downright annoyed by your inhuman stalker.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” You sighed.
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