Holding Out For A Hero
(Caroline is captured by a group of disgruntled witches on a surprise visit to NOLA. No magical babies of any kind and none of that Cami/Stefan nonsense.)
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The door to St. James Infirmary opened letting in the early afternoon light. Josh set down his rag to grab a glass and a bottle of bourbon when he saw just who it was strutting in. He had just poured the liquor over the ice in the glass as Klaus took a seat at the bar.
“So? How was your night?” Josh asked as he slid the glass to him barely holding back his excitement.
Klaus narrowed his eyes in suspicion, “It went as well as any night in the Quarter with the blasted witches causing their nightly riots.”
“Yeah, yeah but besides that? How did it go?” Josh bounced up and down on the soles of his shoes causing the Hybrid to question the boy’s sanity as it grated on his nerves.
“What has you bouncing with such chipper glee? I have half a mind to snap your neck just to stop that incessant squeaking of your heels.” Klaus lowered his chin, the dark glint in his gray eyes showing just how close he was to following through with the threat.
Josh felt a tremor of fear lance through him, he wouldn’t put it past Klaus do to as he threatened and instantly stood flat on his feet as he deflated, “So she didn’t show up then? If she did you would be in a better mood or not here at all. I thought for sure she would show up.”
Klaus groaned as he ran a tired hand over his face. He had come here to get away from the incessant arguing over how to handle the group of rouge witches, and instead of finding the peace and quiet he craved, he had to listen to Josh yammer on. “What are you blathering on about now?”
“Last night a few hours before closing a vampire I’ve never seen before came strolling in.” He paused to think for a moment before waving his hand, “Well not so much strolling as slinking in. She came to the bar, ordered a drink and stayed pretty quiet for a while but oddly focused on the door. She seemed like she had a lot on her mind or something because she kept standing up looking all determined to do something before plopping back down on that stool over there and ordering another drink.”
“I have no need for a play-by-play of the lady’s night, only what it has to do with me. Get to the point Mate.” Klaus hissed as his fingers flexed around the glass.
Josh’s gaze was drawn to the Hybrid’s hand wrapped around the glass. Gulping, he rubbed the base of his neck as if feeling phantom fingers applying pressure there. “No need for any neck snapping, I’m getting there but since she didn’t show up I figured you should hear it all.”
Klaus pushed his empty glass towards him, signaling he required a refill as he decided he would give the boy five minutes before the young vampire would be forcefully taking a nap on the bar room floor.
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I think it's the ALMOST canon ships that get the best, most intricately woven, beautifully told fanfiction.
those nearly-kind-of-almost-maybe-could-be canon couples
the ones that make it almost painful to live with the knowledge that if just one or two things had happened differently, just one or two things: if one of them had said something differently here, done something differently there, or if certain events had shifted a little, just a fraction, they'd have been together - undoubtedly.
you can see it. everyone can see it. but it's not enough - they're still an almost-but-not-quite, maybe-but-it-was-never-confirmed, kind-of-but-annoyingly-ambiguous
fanfiction writers take their potential and they hold it close and they lovingly craft something amazing and beautiful with it - finally giving them the chance to be together like everyone knows they would be in-canon if the story wasn't against them
they spring out entire novels from canon-divergence in the places where just a little step in another direction could have led to them being together
they build whole intricate Alternate Universes where the characters are able to meet in an entirely different way and still fall for each other
what I'm saying is that the insanity of a ship where it was almost-canon drives writers to a specific kind of creative madness that produces the best fanfiction....
so if you check out my graph here you can see the line for the more almost it gets vs the more unhinged and motivated it makes the writers both rising in a wonderfully clear diagonal line and today I will be discussing the
Teen Wolf theory/headcanon: Every werewolf has 3 kinds of anchors: a lover, a friend and a phrase.
Scott:
Lover - Allison
Friend - Stiles
Phrase - “You’re not a monster. You’re a werewolf.”
Derek:
Lover - Stiles
Friend - his family; more so Talia, Laura and (young) Peter.
Phrase: “Alpha, Beta, Omega.”
Liam:
Lover - Theo
Friend - Mason
Quote - “What three things can not long be hidden? The sun, the moon and the truth.”
“It’s so complex and tragic. They have a devotion to one another that is undermined and devastated by fate.” – Russo Brothers
“Their bond stretches across half of the twentieth century. Steve and Bucky are each other’s soulmates, if you will, because no one on Earth understands what either of them has been through as well as the other does.” – Markus & McFeely
#jimin #suga #bts
Mind blown. Nothing worse then getting mind-fucked by movie parallels.
The end of Steve Rogers’ first fight in the Captain America Trilogy.
The end of Steve Rogers’ last fight in the Captain America Trilogy.