Fanfic Reaction Novels & Stories

Marcus looked momentarily stunned, his brows furrowing in disbelief. "Pregnant?" Stephanie finally managed to squeak, her voice filled with a mix of shock and overwhelming excitement. "Oh my goodness! Lucian, that's incredible! We're going to be aunt and uncle!" Marcus, still recovering from the surprise, let out a laugh, a mixture of shock and pure joy. "Congratulations, Lucian! This is fantastic news! I can't believe it!" I smiled at their reactions, basking in the infectious energy that radiated from them. Stephanie practically bounced in her seat, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. She reached out to clasp my hand, her touch a testament to the depth of our friendship.

Damon nodded once, but before he left, he paused—his eyes lingering on mine a second too long. “Don’t worry about the mess,” he added. “It’s nothing.” Then he was gone. And the instant the door clicked shut, I dropped onto the bathroom counter and buried my face in my hands. “Why am I reacting like this?” I whispered. “Why does he make everything feel… complicated?” Because he did. Because every time he touched me—even lightly—even accidentally—my entire body reacted like he’d struck a match and held it against my skin. I turned on the shower, steam filling the room as I peeled off the ruined clothes, the ink already drying against my skin like a shadow that didn’t want to leave.

Not a broken one. A real one. “Fia,” she said softly. “How do you feel?” I thought about it. I waited for the noise. The futures. The pressure. There was nothing. “I feel… normal,” I said. “Like I’m just me.” She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around me. “That’s all I ever wanted for you.” Lucian looked away. “Gross.” Finn laughed. “You’re just jealous.” “Of affection?” Lucian scoffed. “I’d rather fight another war.”

Max asked, smirking. I didn't answer right away. Then I said, flat and cold. "She's not pretty. She's not interesting. She's so boring. But... I'll be the first to sleep with her." Callum let out a laugh. "Wow. That's cold, man. But how would you know she always has a scarf wrapped around her face. But have you checked out this girls body. She's ho... Wait a minute. Did she reject you?" Max laughed. "She did reject you."

The warm breath that followed sent an involuntary shiver through me. I jumped back and glared at him. He burst into loud laughter. “You are an awful person,” I snapped, rubbing my ear as though I could erase the sensation. He kept laughing, shoulders shaking with far too much enjoyment. “Forgive me, but your reaction was worth shortening my life.” “My reaction would be even better if I strangled you.” “That is the spirit.” I stared at him in disbelief while he slowly calmed down. Between him and Reign, I was beginning to think this family had been manufactured solely to test my sanity.

Mia finds me there, leaning against the wall like I forgot how to stand up without support. “Well,” she says. “That was…horny and terrifying.” “I feel like my life has turned into a very niche fanfiction trope,” I say. “Two men arguing over who gets to die for me while I stand in the middle with unresolved trauma.” “You forgot ‘expensive wardrobe,’” she says. “It really rounds out the aesthetic.” I huff a laugh that doesn’t quite make it. “Come on,” she says, hooking her arm through mine. “You look like you need carbs and plotting.”

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

was a diplomatic way of saying we no longer had to pretend the electricity between us was strictly fiction. The moderator leaned in. “There’s been a lot of speculation over the past few months. Did either of you anticipate the fan reaction?” Julian arched a brow. “Which reaction? The memes? The marriage proposals? The conspiracy theories?” More laughter. I chimed in, “I think the fans picked up on the chemistry before we even admitted it to ourselves.” Julian looked at me, softly. “That’s fair.” That glance didn’t go unnoticed. A wave of cheers rippled through the crowd.

Some people had already made some sick fan art of the whole ordeal, casting a platinum blonde stranger as Eliza. They weren’t even the worst. The worst had to be the fanfics that had seemingly popped up overnight. I only got through the blurb of one before I had to click out of the site, lest I risk permanently damaging my psyche. When I saw all this, I was a little shocked that I was yet to realise that I hadn’t yet received a scolding call from my mother. But then I checked my phone and remembered I had muted all calls and notifications from her, of which there were many.