A/N → whew I can't write much cause I'm dealing with a really bad heartbreak right now..sorry to keep anyone waiting anyways enjoyss
Warning → self-harm
♪♫~ as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me ~♫♪
Part 1 | part 2
You were embarrassed to go out, your face was all around the social media, you were possessed, that's not you... You were getting crazy, you never meant to hurt anyone, you were just blinded by rage.
When you finally did come to school everyone's eyes are on you, you wanna hide again or better yet change your name and go to another country
You sat down on your usual sit, its definitely not next to someone you don't wanna see for a while ... It was awkward between you two but he was desperate to talk to you, he wanna be the way they were before, he misses his friend(?)
When the bell rang the teacher went out the classroom you stood up but Luka grip on your arm and stood up aswell by your side "hey, are you okay?, what happened?, why didn't you answer my text or call?" You opened your mouth but was cut of but everyone "(name)!!!" Rose hugged you from the back
"we're so worried, what happened?" Ivan looking at you with worried eyes, why are they not afraid of you, is hawkmoth deceiving your eyes again?, you didn't trust your own eyes anymore, you're starting to doubt everything. Luka noticed this and squeeze in "alright guys enough with the Q&A's give them some space" everyone apologize and just pat your head and back wishing you to be careful
You carefully smiled at them and smoothly exit the classroom, everything is so overwhelming right now, you don't trust your surroundings what if you get angry and suddenly became that again. No you don't wanna hurt anyone.
When you exited Luka was looking for you, when he saw you enter the bathroom he waited outside waiting for you to come out, but was ready if anything happens he will go in without hesitation, cause that's what friends(?) do with each other right? When you got put your eyes landed on a beautiful man, you want to tear up
He tried to reach out but you raised your hand "please not right now Luka." "Why not?" You remain silent you keep backing away creating a big distance, Luka looked at you why are you so near but difficult to reach, you were so close yet so far away from him "I don't know okay" "tell me what's on your mind" "it's not that easy to say" "it's not that difficult to answer either" everyone was looking at the both of you so Luka pulled you in the corner, he want answers he just wants to know that you're okay cause you don't look one
You pulled you arm harshly and mumble an apology, you stared at the floor how can the universe be so cruel, why do they keep bringing that only boy that flutter your heart, you want to push away to avoid breaking your heart, you cant handle a heavy heart, you wanna cry so bad near him, you wanna hug him.
"please (name), what's been bothering you. What made you angry that day" that day. No no no, your thoughts are coming back there, all you remember are the people you hurt, all because of you that those person got hurt, you didn't want to but you did "leave me alone okay! Not everything is about me telling you everything!" You snap " but you always tell me everything, we made a promise." He voice trail away making you feel guilty, rage was eating you alive, you quickly apologize but shook his head saying it's alright but it's not. It's not just alright.
You push him away and ran to your classroom, yet again he failed to reach out, you're so difficult to understand. It was awkward to be sitting next to him so you asked juleka if you could switch seats with her for now cause it was more chilly at the back, she knows that's not the reason but she agreed, you thanked her and sat next to rose who didn't speak any comfort but she puts a hand on your back and pat it while giving you the sweetest smile, you smile back we'll maybe having friends like her can ease something easy.
While the teacher was discussing you cannot focus, only in Luka, you remember everything, how he play his guitar, ho he sings, how he helps you with your daily hairstyle, how you two bake, make projects together, anything what you did with him, even helping him get with he's crush. Your eyes landed on the midnight hair girl. Marinette, you stared at her and immediately get jealous, she was better than you.
You were thinking so deep you didn't hear the teacher calling out your name, rose gentle tap your shoulder snapping out of your thoughts "(name)?" The teacher called you immediately stand up "uh yes?" "Can you tell me what Adrian just said in this?" "Uhm...." You looked at the screen then at Adrian then at the ceiling, huh the ceilings look good, the windows aswell, the tree's moving with the wind and birds flying to freely and-
The teacher clear her throat "uh (name)?" It snap you back again "I'm sorry, I don't know.." the teacher sigh "you don't know or you weren't paying attention?" You looked down so many eyes are staring at you but only one pair of eyes that can make you cry so you stared at your book on the table "im letting you off the hook for now (name) I know what you've been going through, but if this happens again I won't let it pass" you nod as you sat down, rose open her mouth but immediately close it, she saw your eyes getting watery but was holding on, if she speaks up you might cry and she will just made you embarrassed.
It finally ended, school was finally over and you quickly pack your bag and got down fast "wait (name)!" You didn't look back, you didn't stop your heart will only collapse if you face him, you started to walk away and saw him no where. Good
You were walking home alone, no one by your side, no one carrying your bag, your heart flutters but not in a romantic way it's more like a needle was pushing through your chest and stomach, when someone touched you on your shoulder you panic and immediately got your bag off and threw it at the man's face "hey! ow" "Luka?" Your eyes widen no. Not again you hurted him you looked at his cheeks they were bleeding the scissors on the front of your bag scratch he's face. You couldn't hold it in anymore you broke down and held his cheeks "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" he tried to calm you down saying he's okay "no you're not! Stop trying to make me feel good by saying you're okay cause you're not!" Luka stayed quiet and just stared at you holding his cheeks
He stared at your teary eyes "okay maybe I'm not okay.. take me to your house and help me clean this?" You nod and lead him as you have him your face towel to hold on his own cheeks, when you get home your mom greeted you and then saw Luka "oh my.. what happened" you were about to explain when he interrupted "it's my fault aunty I wasn't looking at the road I accidentally trip and fall scratching my face" your mother was talking about something and the just nodded, you kissed your mother's cheek then went up to the bathroom
He sat down on your toilet lid and took the betadine and patch, you cleaned it first seeing the wound was deep and it was all your fault, you did that, you started to tear up again and he just stared. He stayed up till dinner "you know you could sleep here Luka, I've just cleaned the guest room" your mother suggested but you didn't like it, you want him to be away for now, Luka noticed and shooked his head making you breathe freely.
"be careful Luka." You said standing by the door he nod "get well (name) and please if there's any trouble I'm here... I don't wanna see you suffer alone" he put his hand on your shoulder as you brush it away, he felt strange that you keep rejecting all his affection. He smiled weakly and walked away, you freeze then went up, you cleaned your bathroom but stared at the tissue full of blood, you did that, you were the cost of the injury, you hurt people
You ran up to your room and sat on the bed zoning out then looked at your bag, you open it and there it was the scissors that made Luka bleed to his cheeks, you curse at yourself he was trying to help you but you keep pushing him away thinking someone was better with him.
You cried as your white bedsheet were starting to become red. You were in so deep, you thought this was punishing yourself, you did this to yourself it hurts... You want to stop but remembered what you did, you deserve this. It's all your fault, your eyes blurry, your parents sleeping peacefully while you were creating a peace between your pain and suffer, you carried yourself to the bathroom feeling dizzy and lightheaded. You sat at the bathtub opening the shower with warm water, the water paints red just like when you painted with Luka, you sat there and suddenly felt sleepy, you sat there Peacefully and the last person that came on your head was not Luka but the midnight hair girl.
Your mother's screams and crying are filled the room looking at your place skin as she called for your father, he immediately took you out of the bathtub and listen to your heart, you were still alive, your mother covered her mouth then looked at your wrist and she collapse on the floor "oh baby, I'm sorry mommy failed to protect you..."
Your mom took a bandaid as your dad carried you to the car, your mother was sitting on the back with you as she wrapped the band aid around your wrists and red was starting to paint it making her cry. She usually sit at the front as you sang along to whatever song was on your father's radio, you would hate seeing your mother cry. And even if you tried to fly away you still hurt people. What ever you do you always hurt people. You might be laughing right now if you saw your dad's face, it was scrunch up and crying, you never saw him cry he never did atleast you thought so
You weren't waking up "(dad's name)! They are not breathing! Speed up please!" Oh you would hate hearing that, you wanna catch your mother's tears, you always love your mothers laugh and smile.
Character: Luka x reader (angst) ft: marinatte, Adrian, kagami
A/N: wow I've been gone for a year now hah!, any ways I've been ask for a part 2 of that midnight hair fic by @swtjmn so I'm doing it
Warning: angst (that's it ig)
♪♫~ as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me ~♫♪
Part 1
You were sitting in front of you mirror and you try to dry your tears not noticing the purple month flying towards you, you accidentally knock your rose pin and so you pick it up then the month flew right on top of it
"poor poor girl, I know what it feels like to be heartbroken, I am hawkmoth."
You stared at the ground and as you fail to fight and just listen to the voice
"I can help you take revenge, I can help you to stand out and be noticed by your love as long as you give me the miraculous if ladybug and cat noir"
Your eyes filled with tears and nod "I will. Hawkmoth.."
They were in the skating rink when a earthquake shakes mildly causing them all to fall
Marinette looked up and as an akumatize on the roof top, a girl with a midnight straw hat with veil and long coat not too long not too short
You stared at them and when Luka put Marinette behind him a shrill came out of you as you jump and slam the cane on the ground to crack it making Luka and marinatte separate
As the cracks grow a red glowing light can be seen underneath it another shrill came from you and create another earthquake
Adrian pull kagami out of there but you notice it and slam the cane again making them separate "it's fine Adrian!, just go!" Adrian ran to hide while kagami got out of the ice rink
"Marinette, you're near the exit! You can get out of there" Marinette looked at him "what about you?" He smiled softly "I'll be fine as long as you're fine"
You felt your heart shatter as you let out a scream and another crack was created Marinette still manage to get out of there leaving Luka there
"what do you want from us." Luka said then hawkmoth interrupted saying you shouldn't waste your time with him and give him the miraculous of ladybug and cat noir, you nodded but when you wanted to take Luka with you someone kicked you on your side
It was the cat himself “Wow… I didn’t know heartbreak could look this dramatic. Are you trying to scare me… or just yourself?” this angered you and got back up as the ground starts to shake creating a crack around cat noir as the red glows brighter beneath
"go on take advantage heartquake and get his miraculous!" You nod and run towards cat noir as the earthquake became strong, when you caught his hands you were so close if it weren't for Luka who dives in
"get rid of him! Don't let him ruin your plan, don't you wanna be with him forever? Then do as I say and get me my miraculous" you stared as Luka beneath the veil and get him off of you softly you didn't want to hurt him
Luka noticed this as you shrill making cat noir cover his ears and Luka was put aside you were running towards cat noir when ladybug caught you and threw you, this irritates hawkmoth
"thank m'lady, I should be your knight and shining armor but this works...say you looking finner today" ladybug rolled her eyes and poke cat noir "enough of that lets focus on that!"
You stared at their interaction and it makes you angry, when you were being beaten up you step back and ran away making a distraction outside, any couples you see makes you irritated so you separate them as the red glow more underground
Cat noir and lady bug followed you, ladybug called back up and veperion came. "Veperion we need you for this, we will look where the heartquakes akumatize, if we fail were doomed.. they can get our miraculous fast, so when I take each of their things and it's not the akuma reverse the time" veperion nod as cat noir and ladybug fought, veperion use his waves against your own waves
When you slam your cane ladybug's attention caught it she aim for your cane and when she took it and break it nothing happened but now you pinned her and create a massive earthquake and was already ready to take the earrings but veperion uses his second chance
Veperion shooks his head and said it's not the cane then they tried again, the hat, cat noir took your hat as you shrill hiding your face when there was nothing covering your face, you had a midnight hair just like marinattes color
Luka noticed this and quickly knew who that was "(name)?.." when Marinette tore up the hat there was no akuma and you quickly got cat noir as you caught his hands because his foot was stuck in the cracks and the ring was slowly getting off when veperion uses his second chance again and again and again but they can't find where the akuma is
Then veperion suddenly noticed that the ground glow more red, he pointed this out and ladybug uses her lucky charm, it was a rope.
She used your cane and the rope she had an idea the akuma was here under ground while cat noir and veperion fight you off ladybug found it, there was a big heart that is glowing red and a rose pin was stuck on it
"heartquake ladybug found your secret, get her or you'll never get your love again!" You shrill and cried as you tried to follow her but veperion came "easy now... Please calm down" when you create a big earthquake veperion shouts "stop it (nickname)!" This made the ground still as you stare at veperion, that was the nickname Luka gave to you, ladybug take this advantage and break the pin
This made hawkmoth more angry as the window shut tight.
You were there crying as your heart still feels heavy veperion excused himself and he transform as he was and ran up to you "(nickname) are you okay?.." you stared at him as your heart hurt "I'm sorry.. I got too far.."
Luka just hugged you but you pull away "you should be with Marinette, she might be in trouble because of me." Luka tried to explain but you push him away
It hurts to be him here in the same place as you, when you look at his face everything hurts so you stand up and ran away like you always do
"wait (name)!" Luka tried to follow but ladybug stopped him "it's best if they had their time and when they're ready they'll talk" Luka smiled at her and stared at you as you fade away
How You Get The Guy · ꒰wattpad edition꒱ 、LEE ANTON
3735 ──── anton x fem!reader. fluff, humor, slightly suggestive, high school au, 2014 au, bad boy x good girl au, werewolf au, mafia au. strong language, brief bullying, alcoholic mother, absent father, mention of sexual harassment, brief mention of cannibalism, just a lot of dumb shit
note! reader discretion is advised. please remember this fic was written in a satirical manner and is not meant to be taken seriously. p.s. i genuinely enjoyed writing this so lmk if y’all wanna see more of this genre from me and if it made you laugh
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You wake up in your room that’s unique and not like any other teenage girl’s, it’s decorated in fairy lights, posters of niche bands like One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer, books scattered on the floor with cracked spines because you’re a bookworm living in her own little world.
You stretch your dainty arms and turn off the alarm, then climb out of bed wearing your oversized sweatshirt that falls off one shoulder for no reason.
You slide on black leggings and your favorite sweatshirt (the only tops that exist for these types of main characters) that makes you look effortlessly cute in a Tumblr-core way. You smear on some chapstick, a whisper of mascara, and the tiniest flick of eyeliner.
So natural. So raw. So real. Some people would think you’re definitely wearing foundation, concealer, contour, brow gel, two blushes, highlight, lip gloss, and lip liner. But that’s just the way you look. It’s your biggest insecurity.
You throw your hair up in a messy bun because you don’t care about looks—it’s also why you hadn’t showered in five days. You didn’t care about smell either apparently.
You grab your copy of The Very Hungry Caterpillar, your comfort read that you carry everywhere, because you’re not like other girls—you can read.
As you walk out the door, the sky is grey and moody, just like your childhood trauma backstory that will never actually be addressed and only mentioned once before fading into obscurity.
High school was a social war zone, but you step into the hallway like Katniss Everdeen entering the arena.
You see her—Becca, your best (and only) friend. She’s funny, loud, effortlessly cool, and fully aware she’s only here to serve your plot.
“Hey, nerd,” she grins. “This is the part where I’m supposed to randomly hype you up but the author can’t think of anything.”
You smirk. “She’s lazy like that.”
The two of you walk down the hallway, and you notice all the other girls are wearing crop tops and lip gloss while you, different as ever, feel a sense of superiority over them because you have a bland fashion sense and read books written by middle-aged white men.
And that’s when you run into a wall, because it surely couldn’t be someone in the middle of the hallway.
You go flying backwards like a feather, and land on your tiny, delicate, suspiciously perfect body.
You look up, ready to apologize to the brick wall you collided with like the good girl you are. Such a pure soul. So innocent. So kind.
But it’s not a wall.
It's him. Anton Lee. Six-foot-tall bad boy with shaggy hair, which is another way of saying he’s an entitled asshole but since he’s conventionally attractive he won’t be held accountable for his shitty behavior at any point in this story (an example of pretty privilege btw).
There was just something about him that made people blindly forgive him even though he doesn’t apologize in the first place.
He’s wearing a black leather jacket, black jeans, black combat boots, and a scowl. You can hear Green Day playing faintly in the distance. Or maybe that’s just his aura.
“Watch where you're going, princess,” he says, voice low, smooth, and emotionally unavailable.
You blink your anything-but-brown orbs (main characters were not rich in melanin during this era) with specks of mystery and trauma at him.
“You bumped into me,” you say, bravely and beautifully. “That’s rude.”
Anton smirks. If this were a cartoon your eyes would’ve popped out of your skull in heart shapes.
“Feisty,” he mutters, his gaze lingering on your lips for absolutely no reason. “Didn’t know they let good girls talk back now.”
He chuckles. It’s unfairly attractive.
Then he walks away in slow motion—probably to stare at a swimming pool and think about his dark past.
You and Becca exchange wide-eyed glances.
You’re about to say how that was emotionally significant when the mood shifts.
Like, high school villainess is about to be introduced into the plot shifts.
You hear it first.
The click-clack of designer heels on tile. The whoosh of a locker door slamming just a little too hard. The high-pitched cackle of someone who has never been told “no” in their life.
Becca mutters under her breath, “Oh no. It’s her.”
And that’s when you see her.
Brittney Van der Von Lipgloss, the Queen Bee. Head cheerleader, part-time model (according to her bio on Instagram), full-time menace. Her dad owns three car dealerships. Her mom sells essential oils that don’t do anything. She only drinks Starbucks. She smells like Chanel No. 5 and cruelty.
She struts past her posse—Tiffany, Tiffany 2, and Kelsey-with-a-Z—and “accidentally” sticks out her foot.
You go flying.
Again.
Because gravity is more of a suggestion when you’re the protagonist of these stories.
You crash to the floor with a thud.
Brittney stands over you like a fashionable sleep paralysis demon, popping her pink bubblegum with sinister delight.
“Oops,” she says in a tone that suggests she’s never meant a single apology in her life. “Did I trip you? My bad, princess.”
She says it like Anton, but evil.
You scramble to your feet, your dainty, trembling hands clutching your emotional support caterpillar book. Becca reaches for you, but Brittney blocks her with the power of Mean Girl Confidence.
“Listen, Ugly Betty reboot,” Brittney says, leaning in close enough for you to smell her peppermint latte. For a moment you think she might kiss you. “I saw you talking to Anton.”
You blink, stunned. Your orbs are flickering between fear and embarrassment.
“So?” you say, because you’re brave now. You spoke to a boy once.
Brittney narrows her perfectly drawn-on eyebrows.
“So here’s how it works, loser. Anton is mine. We’ve been fake-dating for three months for attention. Everyone knows he only talks to girls with modeling contracts. And you? You wear clothes from Walmart and read books for kids.”
“It’s classic literature,” you say weakly. “He eats through the food, but he’s still hungry. It’s a metaphor.”
“Yeah,” she scoffs. “A metaphor for how pathetic you are.”
She steps even closer, the hallway growing unnaturally quiet like everyone’s just waiting for a slap or an anime transformation sequence.
“Stay away from him. Or I swear, I’ll make your life even more irrelevant than it already is.”
Then she spins on her Louboutins and walks away with her girl gang in perfect formation. Ariana Grande plays faintly in the distance.
You turn to Becca, who looks more personally offended on your behalf and definitely would’ve thrown hands with Brittney in real life but for the sake of the plot was a bystander.
“What the hell? Is she gatekeeping Anton?”
“Yeah, I think so,” you whisper. You do that a lot for some reason. Maybe it’s because speaking in a regular and normal voice might cause your petite body to blast off into the sky.
Becca helps you gather your book and shattered dignity. The bell rings as you rush to class.
You weren’t just falling for Anton—you were falling into the plot of a Wattpad fanfic. And you were falling hard.
You arrive home after your Anton encounter / hallway humiliation / being threatened by Regina George if she drank Bang energy drinks. You step inside your suburban two-story house—because apparently trauma doesn’t exist unless it’s in a house with granite countertops—and you’re immediately hit by the smell of regret and boxed wine.
Your mom is passed out on the couch with a bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos on her chest and a half-empty bottle of something suspicious in her hand, you can’t be too sure if it’s alcohol judging by her drunken state. She stirs just enough to slur:
“I’m selling you to a British boy band.”
Classic Mom.
You trudge upstairs, dramatically flopping onto your bed in slow motion, staring up at your cracked popcorn ceiling like you’re in a music video with twelve views.
“Why me?” you whisper to the void, though the void is probably busy reading The Fault in Our Stars.
Your dad left when you were five to “invest in the future.” He’s somewhere in Florida selling NFTs to alligators now. But it’s fine. You’re not bitter. You’re just severely neglected by your parents but in a hot way.
Suddenly, your phone buzzes. It’s Becca.
BECCA: “Get your melancholic butt over here. We’re going to a Jackson Wang party.”
YOU: “I’d rather stay home and listen to my favorite band The Chainsmokers.”
(Are they even a band?? Pls tell me we all just collectively don’t know anything about them)
BECCA: “Nope. Not tonight. Tonight we get revenge.”
YOU: “Revenge?”
BECCA: “Hot revenge.”
YOU: “Fine. But I’m bringing my book.”
BECCA: “If you bring The Very Hungry Caterpillar to a high school party, I will unfriend you.”
Cue the makeover montage with “Problem” by Ariana Grande playing in the background even though I don’t have the rights. Becca pulls out an entire Sephora store from under her bed and goes ham on you.
Three hours and one overly specific author beauty vision later, you stare at your reflection.
“I look… like other girls.”
“And that’s okay,” Becca says. “Other girls are fun, cool, and pretty.”
Surely that can’t be. They don’t read. And everybody knows reading makes you interesting.
It smells like Axe body spray, bad decisions, and unfinished homework. You arrive with Becca who IMMEDIATELY disappears to go “do shots with the drama club” because she’s fun and deserves better.
You, meanwhile, are standing by a fake plant like a Sims character with no social bar. You take a deep breath. You’re just going to chill here and think about whatever niche obsession you currently have.
That’s when he appears.
Jason Jock Johnson (you know the one). The overly confident quarterback who once called you “book girl” and tried to rate your body like it was a car at a dealership.
He sidles up with a red solo cup and that grin that says “I peaked in eighth grade.”
“Hey,” he says, already too close. “Didn’t expect to see you here even though I saw you walk in. Wanna go somewhere quieter?”
Your inner monologue screams NO, DO NOT TRUST THIS MAN!
But your out-loud voice, stupid and plot-driven, says:
“Of course I’ll go to a secluded area with you even though you have a past of making unwanted sexual advances towards me.”
So you go upstairs. To a bedroom. Alone. Like every dumb girl in every YA story who apparently doesn’t believe in crime.
Jason Jock Johnson closes the door behind you. The lights are dim. The music is muffled. Your bad decision senses are tingling.
“I’ve always had a crush on you,” he says, stepping closer. “You’re not like other girls.”
And just as you’re about to open your mouth and say “That’s not even a personality trait,”—
BOOM.
The door slams open like a hurricane of hormones and fanfic logic.
There he is.
Anton.
Six feet of brooding muscle and mildly villainous romantic tension. His eyes are glowing red. Like, literally red. Because he’s an alpha werewolf.
“Get away from her,” Anton growls with his sexy baritone despite the fact he speaks in the tone of a librarian in real life.
Jason Jock Johnson goes pale. You blink dramatically like an early 2010s YouTube beauty guru.
“Anton??” you gasp. “How did you—”
“I could smell him on you,” he says grimly, flexing his jaw. “You’re mine. I claimed you when we locked eyes earlier today. You’re my mate now.”
“Wait—WHAT—”
Anton doesn’t answer. He just grabs your wrist (because wrist-grabbing was considered romantic back then) and drags you out like the protective but problematic love interest he was written to be.
Down the stairs. Out the door. Onto his motorcycle.
You don’t even get to say goodbye to Becca. But it’s okay, because she probably saw this coming in Chapter 1.
“Where are you taking me??” you yell, the wind whipping through your frizzing hair but that’s okay it will randomly style itself again later in the chapter.
Anton looks at you through his black helmet visor and says:
“To my mansion. You’re not safe here.”
“But—what about school?”
“School’s for people that don’t read. You’re mine now.”
And as the night swallows you both whole, you clutch your caterpillar book tightly and whisper to yourself:
“I hope he doesn’t take me to a mansion and keep me in a luxurious room against my will.”
He does exactly that, which you’re slightly grateful for since you halfway expected him to take you to a wolf den. But no.
He takes you to a massive gothic mansion, tucked in the woods, like if Bruce Wayne got bit by a werewolf instead of a bat.
“This is where you live?” you ask, eyes wide, clutching your worn-out Eric Carle book for emotional support.
“Yeah,” he says, casually parking his motorcycle between a Lamborghini and an armored SUV. “It’s nothing special.”
It’s literally the size of a small nation.
“But you’re… seventeen?” you blink.
“I’m also a mafia boss,” he shrugs. “Let’s go inside.”
He leads you up the marble stairs, past two spiral staircases and a crystal chandelier that looks like it cost a thousand souls. Inside, a line of identical servants bow in unison like a K-pop music video.
You’re ushered down a hallway that probably has its own zip code.
“This is your room now,” Anton says, opening the door to reveal what can only be described as an Instagram influencer’s dreamscape.
You step inside and audibly gasp.
The room is massive. The bed looks like it could fit eight emotional support book characters. And there’s a walk-in closet.
Inside, there are racks and racks of clothes, shoes, glittery dresses, designer heels, mysterious accessories, matching sets, handbags, and a whole mini snack bar—complete with a bored-looking worker in a pressed vest whose name tag reads “Eunseok.”
He bows politely. “Miss. Welcome.”
“What… how… why do you have women’s clothing?” you ask in a whisper, eyes shimmering with wonder.
Anton looks at you, unblinking.
“I’m a cross-dresser. But feel free to borrow anything. Your fashion sense is triggering my trauma response.”
You blink.
“Oh.”
“Get dressed. Dinner’s at eight. Formal. Don’t wear those ugly ass sweatshirts anymore.”
He walks off, leaving you to process your new life in what is essentially a luxury hostage suite.
You find the exact right dress, because of course it’s there. It hugs your perfect Wattpad body like it was made for someone genetically edited by Pinterest. You step in front of the full-length mirror for one last look—
And that’s when you notice.
Eunseok has never left.
He stands beside the closet door, hands folded, nodding slowly with the solemn approval of a seasoned anime butler.
“Good choice,” he says.
You feel validated on a spiritual level.
You float downstairs like the delicate, little dove you are, finding Anton already seated at a long, dark dining table. He’s wearing a black dress shirt (unbuttoned just enough to be criminal), sipping red wine like it’s blood. Or maybe it is blood. It’s unclear.
Two servants (Sohee and Wonbin) appear from the shadows like they’ve been summoned.
They place two trays in front of you.
Yours has steak, potatoes, and sparkling apple juice because Anton knows you’re not young and turnt like other girls and don’t drink alcohol.
His has a raw steak. Still mooing.
“So,” you say, stabbing your potato nervously. “Do you, like, eat people?”
Anton laughs—a deep, sexy laugh like (red?!) velvet and tax fraud.
“Yes. Hannibal Lecter is my fairy godfather.”
There’s a long pause. The tension is thick. The candlelight flickers. Somewhere in the background, a violin starts playing itself.
“Why me?” you whisper.
Anton sighs and looks up at you with those cold, tragic, tormented-by-his-past eyes.
“Because,” he says, voice low. “When we locked eyes… I felt it. The bond. The mate bond.”
You shiver.
“You’re the first person who ever made me feel… warm.”
“Well, you were literally just eating raw meat.”
“Don’t ruin the moment.”
He reaches across the table and touches your hand (let’s ignore the part where they’re sitting at a long ass table so this is physically impossible). His werewolf senses are triggered.
You both gasp as the room explodes into slow-motion sparkle filters and thunder crashes outside despite the calm summer night.
The mate bond activates(?). The point is y’all zinged like in Hotel Transylvania.
Suddenly, your hand is tingling. His eyes start glowing again. He pants slightly. You don’t understand what’s happening but also you know exactly what’s happening.
“We can’t,” Anton growls, standing up so quickly the chair explodes behind him. “If I stay in the same room as you much longer… I won’t be able to control myself.”
You blink up at him.
“Control yourself like… in a bad boy way or in a call the cops way?”
“They’re the same thing. Writers just romanticize sexual harassment when it’s done by the male lead.”
He storms out of the room, his tragic backstory leaking behind him like cheap cologne and repressed childhood trauma. You sit there, stunned, fingertips still sizzling from the mate touch, a servant (Sohee) silently replacing your drink with a Capri Sun.
“This is all happening so fast,” you whisper to yourself.
Eunseok appears from the shadows, now wearing a tuxedo jacket. “This is only the beginning, Miss.”
Everything was perfect as you waited for Anton’s return.
The candlelit dinner. The tingling werewolf bond. Eunseok nodding at you silently every time you blinked. You were this close to becoming a literal Alpha Wife when suddenly—
The chandelier began to flicker and the mansion groaned.
Not like a spooky-haunted-house groan. More like a “oops, the magic spell is expiring and this fantasy is about to collapse faster than your father’s Bitcoin investments” groan.
The walls started cracking. The house trembled.
Anton came running out from wherever he just was, dramatic wind sweeping through the dining hall even though all the windows were closed. His hair rippled like an Herbal Essences commercial.
“No…” he whispered. His glowing red eyes darted toward the ceiling.
“No what?” you asked, standing too quickly and nearly falling into the fondue fountain that had appeared out of nowhere (because magic, you guessed).
“The spell. It’s fading.”
Random things exploded out of existence. The Servants screamed as their aprons vanished into smoke and suddenly—
“WHAT THE HELL? Where are we??” Sohee cried, now dressed in full idol makeup and a RIIZE-branded bomber jacket. “WHOSE TRASH ASS HOUSE IS THIS?”
“BRO, I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A COMEBACK,” Wonbin screamed. “IS THIS NOT INKIGAYO?!”
“WHAT THE FUCK?” Shotaro yelled behind him. “I WAS DOING FAN SERVICE!”
Suddenly, all the “servants” stopped what they were doing, blinked, and slowly realized—
They were Riize.
Anton turned to you dramatically and clenched his fists.
“It’s time you knew the truth,” he said. “I’m not a werewolf-alpha-mafia boss-crossdresser. And they were never servants. They’re my bandmates. I’m…”
“Oh my god,” you whisper, tears forming in your beautiful orbs.
He looked at you, eyes gleaming.
“I’m a K-pop idol.”
You gasped. Loudly. Academy Award-worthy gasping.
Because of course he was.
Because this was still a Wattpad fanfic, and it was law.
The golden walls around you cracked. The marble floor beneath your limited-edition ballet flats (thanks, spell closet) peeled into weather-worn linoleum. The chandelier exploded like a firework from a Spirit Halloween dumpster. Everything turned back to what it had always been.
Old. Abandoned. Depressing.
Much like your trust in the education system.
The walls were faded to gray. The once-grand hallway was now covered in cobwebs and unpaid electric bills.
Anton shook his head sadly.
“My fairy godfather—Hannibal Lecter gave me until midnight to live this dream,” he whispers, shirt somehow becoming even more unbuttoned. “And now—“
BAM.
The front door (now just a crooked slab of plywood) slammed open.
One Direction. In the flesh.
That’s right. Harry, Zayn, Niall, Liam, and Louis all in coordinated outfits with tragically dated haircuts walked in slow-motion like they were in a music video no one asked for.
“We’re here for Y/N,” Harry says, flipping his hair like it paid his rent (it did).
“Her mother sold her to us in 2013,” Niall adds helpfully.
“WHAT?!” you gasped, clinging to Anton as your beautiful orb-eyes welled with tears.
Anton growled. Literally. Fangs bared. “HER MOTHER SOLD HER TO US TOO.”
“Yeah!” Wonbin adds, holding up a laminated receipt. “We have receipts!”
Suddenly it’s a boyband standoff. Hair gel vs. guyliner. Ripped skinny jeans vs. oversized leather jackets. Shit was about to go down. Fan cams were about to be made.
But then-
CRASH!
Brittney and Becca crash through the side window, somersaulting and landing like they trained with the cast of Charlie’s Angels (2000). Dressed like Kay and Jay from Men in Black if they wore cat-eyeliner.
“EVERYONE FREEZE!” Brittney yelled, flashing a badge. “Cringe Police!”
“This is a cringe sting operation,” Becca says. “And you’re all under arrest for unauthorized use of alpha-bond tropes and cliché backstories.”
“Wait,” you whisper. “You’re working together?!”
They turn to each other and kiss. The room collectively gasped. Lesbian representation wasn’t supposed to exist in this genre but true love conquers all.
As the fanfic threatens to collapse on itself like a dying star of clichés—
A golden beam of spotlight suddenly shone through a hole in the roof, the angels sang as Jackson Wang descended from the heavens.
“Y’all. Why are we fighting when we could be partying?” he says, shirtless for no reason.
Everyone blinks.
And just like that — the old abandoned house transforms into a lowkey illegal warehouse party. Smoke machines. Laser lights. Jackson DJing. And Eunseok was still working at that snack bar like his life depended on it.
And there, in the middle of the madness, Anton found you.
“You’re my mate,” he whispers.
Your breath hitched.
“I knew it the moment you body slammed into me like a Disney Channel plot device.”
You touch his chest (because this is fanfic law). He leans in.
“Even if the magic fades… even if One Direction sues me… even if your mom sells you to BTS next…”
“I want you to be mine.”
You kissed.
Suddenly Pixie Hollow descends.
Yes. Tinkerbell and her fairy gang sprinkle golden fairy dust on everyone while “Party 4 U” by Charli XCX played like a siren song from the year 3012.
Everyone is crying and dancing and floating. Even your trauma healed a little.
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