(SILLY) OC ASK: for Vanessa, had she ever believed in a ridiculous theory (range from: the Earth is flat to X is dating Y), no matter the explicit evidences that it was wrong?
As we all know, Vanessa is a very eccentric person. She's got charm, beauty and a knack for making lucky guesses. Well, that tends to go to someone's head until she starts hopping onto every single gut instinct she has, believing every conspiracy theory that she comes up with in her head.
When you asked me this question, I couldn't help but think of this scene from Chapter 6: Murder Uncle, which if you guys haven't caught up yet, is what Vanessa calls Peter Hale.
Vanessa O'Connor: Mission Murder Uncle
It didn’t take looking at his face, which was half-concealed with designer sunglasses, to know who it was. The black Henley shirt paired with the shiny Italian loafers told her all that she needed to know. She could practically smell the genuine leather from across the street.
It was with a slack-jawed expression that she watched Peter Hale waltz up to the restaurant where the host walked outside to personally greet him with a dazzling, welcoming smile before leading him inside, presumably to find the patron the finest table they offered.
“What the actual fuck?” she whispered, shaking with rage as she turned to look up at him. “Can you believe they let him in and not us?! He looks as if he raided Jackson’s wardrobe – ugh! Can’t they sense the mass murder vibes off of him or is that completely overshadowed by how much he spent on those shoes?!”
Shaking his head at her in disbelief, Isaac replied drily, “I’m more concerned about why he has Derek’s car.”
Vanessa waved it off dismissively, not really caring who’s car the former murder Alpha was driving – as long as it wasn’t hers. She turned her attention back to the restaurant in order to stare daggers at where she imagined the man sat inside.
Inside? Who am I kidding? The host probably gave him a view along the waterfront. Fucking hell.
“We have time to kill. Let’s grab a bite from the diner and stake out the Murder Uncle. See what evil things he’s up to.”
“In an Italian restaurant?”
“Never underestimate evil, Handsome. It has the potential to be enacted upon the most unlikely of places.”
Isaac nodded his head but in reality, he had no fucking clue what she was talking about. “Right. Got it.”
Lying down on his back with one arm folded underneath his head, Isaac groaned as his girlfriend licked her fingers with a quietly muttered, “Pay attention.”
He sat up, running a hand through his dark blonde hair and glanced at her from the side.
“Why do I have to pay attention when you’ve been eagle eyeing the restaurant enough for the both of us?”
“Eagle eyeing, babe, suggests that I have the eyes of an eagle,” Vanessa pointed out absentmindedly as she reached for another onion ring. “For all I know, I might have just spent the past hour eagle eyeing the dumpster. I’d be none the wiser.”
“You need to wear your glasses more often,” Isaac mumbled underneath his breath, his shoulders falling into an exasperated sigh as he said to her, “Look, Beautiful, this sounded fun, like, an hour ago, but the moon is going to rise soon, and we need to be in the Den and prepared before then.”
“And we will,” Vanessa insisted, turning her head away from the street for the first time in an hour. Her neck cracked from the lack of movement and she winced at the kinks in her bones. “Right after we find out what Murder Uncle is up to.”
“Stop calling him that.”
“Why? It’s funny. And accurate.”
“And he could hear you,” Isaac reminded her.
Vanessa finished licking off the crumbs from her fingers and scoffed. “I doubt Peter could hear anything over all that hair product. He and Jackson would get along. They could bond over the burden of being assholes and being extra flammable in the sun.”
Rolling his eyes at her with a fond, crooked smile, Isaac hopped off the hood of the car and made his way to the passenger side. He gestured with his chin to the other side of the street. “Well, speaking of, your mark has just walked out of the restaurant.”
“Fucking finally,” Vanessa shook her head, sliding off onto the asphalt with a little huff. “Jesus, what took him so long? What, did he, like, eat the entire restaurant or something?”
The words took a moment to settle in but when they did, the girl’s face went comically pale as she whipped her head around to look at her boyfriend on the other side of the car. He raised a brow at the horror in her eyes as she whispered, “Wait, do you think he, like, ate ate the whole place?”
“No. I don’t. Now pay attention. He’s pulling out,” Isaac said, pointing across the street where Derek’s silver Camaro was pulling out of the lot.
“Shit,” Vanessa cursed, fumbling with her keys in her hurry to unlock the car. “We need to keep on him.”
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Leaning over Isaac to get a good view from his mirror, she gently elbowed him in the side to pay attention and told him, “I need you to listen out, alright?”
“Listen out?” he repeated as he winded down the window a bit so the noise from outside could drift in enough for him to catch with his enhanced hearing. “Listen out for what exactly?”
“I don’t know! Something evil?”
“Ness, we need to – “
“I know, I know, but I really don’t want Murder Uncle scheming up something that’s going to bite us on our butts later on, alright? You don’t know Peter. He’s a sneaky bastard and I bet every fucking dollar I have that he’s up to no good. Okay?”
She then proceeded to squint at the review mirror, catching the door of the silver car opening and the man himself strolling out and up to one of the offices at front, which so happened to belong to a real estate agency.
“Well, when you put it like that…“ Isaac let out a long-suffering sigh before focusing his attention on listening out for the low, smooth murmur of Peter Hale.
He was distinctly aware of his girlfriend’s head slowly lifting up to sit beside his own and when she piped up, her voice was extra loud in his ear as she asked, “What’s he saying?”
“If you give me a second, I might be able to hear.”
“Right, right. Sorry,” she whispered back sheepishly as she folded her arms on his door and proceeded to lean her chin on them.
To her credit, Vanessa lasted a little more than five minutes before opening her mouth again, “So – “
“Ness!” Isaac turned to her with a frustrated look.
She quickly held her hands up in surrender. “Sorry!”
Shaking his head, he quickly explained, “He bought an apartment. He came by to get the keys.”
“An apartment?” Vanessa questioned with wide, curious eyes. “Like a murder apartment?”
“No, like an apartment with a nice view of the Northwestern Bridge and the river.”
“The river?” she raised a brow at that, muttering to herself with eyes narrowed at nothing in particular. “Suspicious.”
Isaac’s head lulled to the side as he told her drily, “Probably not for what you’re thinking of.”
“You don’t know what I’m thinking of,” Vanessa shot back sassily, working down the window a little more so she could poke her head out just a bit.
“I think you’re thinking that he’s picked an apartment beside the river to dump the bodies of his future victims.”
Vanessa grunted. “Okay, well – good fucking guess.”
Isaac smirked down at the back of her head before pointing out slowly, “Didn’t Peter used to leave his victims just…lying around? Cleaning up after himself doesn’t really sound like his MO from what you and Derek have told me.”
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“Wait, wait, what are we doing?”
“Uh – we’re going to see the murder apartment?”
“O-kay,” Isaac drawled out the word slowly, shaking his head. “On the off chance we’re walking into an actual murder apartment here, what is the game plan?”
“Huh,” Vanessa pulled a face, tilting her head to the side as she murmured to herself, “You know, I didn’t think of that…”
“That’s it. We’re leaving.”
“No, no, no!” The girl maneuvered herself awkwardly around her boyfriend as he tried to grab her, walking up a few stairs so she towered over him and waved a hand out in front of her to get him to stay. “I’ve got a plan – we listen out for the whimpers and the screams of the poor, tormented souls he has tortured and we call the cops! Or better yet, we call Derek!”
“With whose phone?” Isaac reminded her sarcastically. “I don’t have one and yours is broken, remember?”
“Then we get the hell out of here and you can do that wolfy howl thing you guys do to summon the Pack. See? Done.”
With that, Vanessa spun on her heel and hopped up the stairs quickly before he could come to his senses and haul her back down. Isaac’s shoulders slumped in a weary sigh as he called up to her, cupping his hands over his mouth, “And if he doesn’t have any victims? What then?”
He saw her pop her head over the railing a few floors up as she yelled back down at him, “Then, we leave with the intel of where the Murder Uncle lives on the chance that we have to track him down! Now, are you coming!?”
TAGLIST: @lokitrasho || @foxesandmagic || @wordspin-shares || @lilac-lemonade || @apollothe-sungod || @chickensarentcheap || @ocfairygodmother ||
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Chapter 10: An American Werewolf in London
Series: Part 3 of Breathe for Me
EXCERPT:
“The frown smoothed out as Jackson’s eyes softened around the edges, and he pulled her closer. His hand reached out to cup her cheek gently, far gentler than he had ever treated her before.
He pushed down that twinge of regret - it was far too late to take it all back now. But he could give her this moment, in a noisy airport where their friends watched them from the sidelines. This one moment where he could allow himself to be someone that she deserved, to be someone good and kind to her.
Dipping low, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed Lydia Martin for the last time.Salt tinged his lips from the tears running down her face and she pressed into him, gripping his shoulders tightly with those hooks of hers that he secretly loved.
His fingers itched to press into her waist, but he forced himself to be tender, to be gentle, to be what she deserved even if these were the last few seconds of their fractured, messy relationship.
He knew that what he did to her could never be forgiven. That he shouldn’t be forgiven. That him and her together would never work out in the long run.Still, for a long time, there was one person in this world that he let himself love and that was Lydia Martin.
That was never going to change but it was something that he would gladly let go of if it meant she got to be happy with someone she deserved.”
FIC SUMMARY:
“Once upon a time, in a town called Beacon Hills, a pack defeated an evil hunter who had taken a boy hostage, cursing him to strings and scales and a life of murder and vengeance. After the pack saved the boy and rid the town of the evil hunter, they all bid each other goodnight and returned to their homes to recover and to lay their weary souls down in their nice warm beds, comforted by saving the town from another danger. Little did they know that another danger lurked in the shadows of the woods that surrounded the little old town. A danger that would soon dig its claws into every single member of the pack.”
The adventure continues with Vanessa O'Connor, a dazzling sixteen year old by day and an even more charming sixteen-year-old at night! Join her as she faces the menacing Alpha Pack, learns about her Spark powers alongside her best friend Stiles Stilinski, discovers her history before her supposed adoption and attempts to have a half-decent summer with her boyfriend and her Pack.
That is - if all of them make it through the summer...alive.
TAGLIST: @lokitrasho || @foxesandmagic || @wordspin-shares || @lilac-lemonade || @apollothe-sungod || @chickensarentcheap || @arrthurpendragon ||
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EasterCon 2023 Con Report - Fan Fiction
Has Fan Fiction Won? was the title of one panel on Sunday. I write fan fiction, so I had to go and see that. I'm old enough that I can remember when there was a real danger that fan writers would be sued by the copyright holders. In fact, one of my few claims to fame was that Anne McCaffrey threatened to sue me once, when I wrote a Star Trek/Pern crossover story. The editors of the fanzine I sent it to showed it to her at a con, and she basically said "Over my dead body - I don't want Captain Kirk to turn up and solve all F'lar's problems!" which is fair enough - for once in my story, Kirk followed the Prime Directive and didn't interfere, but the story was never published.
Now, however, AO3 exists, and I could have posted the same story there in perfect safety from Anne McCaffrey's lawyers.
Every single member of the panel had been at the Hugo awards in Dublin in 2019 when AO3 won a Hugo collectively for its work as an archive of fan fiction. It was a wonderful moment when people in the audience who wrote fan fiction on AO3 were asked to stand up. There were a lot of them, and they were all part of the Hugo award.
So, yes, fan fiction has won. It's still illegal to charge money for it, but it is considered to be transformative fiction, and therefore counts as fair use in law. And some authors have 'filed off the serial numbers' and been able to publish their fan fic as traditionally published novels (like Twilight fan fic that became Fifty Shades of Grey). Zen Cho, on the panel, admitted to writing a Good Omens fan fic some years ago, when there was only Book!Omens.
Later that evening, there was a fan fic open mic. I took my story Virgin Sacrifice along, a Good Omens story, and ended up being the first reader of the session! (I'm Eigon on AO3). I was followed by writers for Hannibal, Teen Wolf, Tremontaine, Our Flag Means Death ("Should we have tagged this for cannibalism?" the moderator asked, as Izzy Hands was forced to eat his own toe), Naomi Kovak's Uprooted, a Discworld story and I'm sure there was at least one more.
Over the Con, I'd been to several panels where FD Lee was one of the panelists, and really enjoyed what she had to say, so I was delighted when she bounded up behind me at the end of the session to say how much she'd enjoyed my story!
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