Michael Jackson Imagines (re-imagine)

He is not a human (ver. 2)

Imagine that:

You find yourself at Michael's Giving Tree, taking in the serene surroundings. As you sit and watch the birds glide across the sky, accompanied by the soothing sounds of nature, a feeling of emptiness washes over you.

"Michael! Want to join me here?" you call out from outside.

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You wait, but he doesn't come.

Strange... usually, he's quick to join you, but this time is different.

Curiosity piqued, you descend from the tree and begin searching for Michael inside. Entering your bedroom, you find him seated in a meditative posture, facing away from you.

He emits deep, guttural growls, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Michael?" you approach cautiously, speaking in a soft tone.

He turns to face you, revealing fangs and blood-red eyes, shocking you to the core.

You let out a scream, but instead of fleeing, you stand your ground, unable to leave him behind. Despite your fear, you refuse to abandon him.

"Y/N, please don't be afraid of me... I can explain everything... Just please don't leave," he pleads through tears.

"Don't worry, Michael. I'll never leave you, no matter what you are or who you were. My heart belongs to you, regardless of your form. I care about love and what it means," you assure him, planting a soft kiss on his lips and gently wiping away his tears.

A fleeting smile crosses his face before fading. He gazes down at his loafers, his voice barely a whisper.

"I'm not the right guy for you."

you furrowed your brows in disbelief as you protest, "there's no way you're dropping me because of this."

"It's for the best. You won't be safe around me," he murmurs, his hand tenderly cupping your cheek.

"I don't care..." you assert, placing your hand atop his.

"Please... don't make this harder," you whisper, your voice trembling.

Tears glisten in his eyes as he withdraws his hand from yours, slowly stepping back.

"We can't be friends, neither more than that." he murmurs, reaching for your hand once more, pressing a gentle kiss to it before departing.

You grasp desperately at his jacket, tears flowing freely down your cheeks.

"Don't leave me. I don't care about the danger. Just take me with you!" you plead.

"It's too dangerous. I can't risk your life," he insists.

"Michael, if you truly care about me and want us to be together, respect my choice. I want to be with you. My life means nothing without you. I love you for who you are, no matter what," you reassure him.

"Even if I'm considered a monster?" His voice wavered.

You nodded, offering a sincere smile in response.

He returned the smile, enfolding you in a warm embrace.

"This... this is against our laws," he began hesitantly.

Confused, you looked up at him. "What do you mean?"

"In our clan, relationships with humans are forbidden. That's why I've kept you from meeting my family," he explained.

"Well, if that's the issue, could you transform me like you?" you suggested.

"Is that even possible?" you inquired.

"Are you certain?" His voice softened, uncertainty flickering across his features.

"Yes," you affirmed.

"There is a method to transform you, but it's not a decision to be made lightly," he cautioned, drawing a deep breath.

"Are you truly prepared to sacrifice everything for me?" he asked, his tone grave.

You nodded without hesitation.

"Then you must make love to me," he finally revealed, his voice weighted with the gravity of his proposal.