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freddieslater · 4 years

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The Vampire Diaries Verse (Screw-Canon Style): Klaus Mikaelson x Stefan Salvatore x Hayley Marshall | Put your arms around me and I'm home

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For a moment, Klaus can't feel a thing. It's like he's just there, floating in an abyss of nothing, without a corporeal form. Not quite existing, but just enough for him to be aware of it. Maybe this is true death, he thinks.

Or maybe it's his punishment for every sin he's committed in his life. Not quite peace, not quite hell. A limbo of sorts, where he'll be all alone, forever accompanied by nothing but his own mind. And he's content with that. It's not endless torture, and he'll take anything over that. There would be too many possibilities for ways that he could be broken.

No, this is right. This is what he deserves, and he is okay with that. In a way, he makes peace with it in that moment.

Then it's as if he blinks, and things slowly start to form in the abyss. It turns from pure darkness to a light shade of grey, silhouettes and objects hazy and unfocused, as if just out of reach. Colours start to seep into the picture before his eyes, and his heart starts to sink. Of course he doesn't get off with simply being isolated for the rest of eternity.

Murmurs echo around him, drifting closer, getting clearer. His eyes narrow, trying to pick out a word, something that'll help him figure out what exactly is going on. He's supposed to be dead. If he's not dead then the hollow could still take over. Everyone, especially Hope, will still be in danger.

Laughing catches his attention. He whips around, on high alert, already trying to shift in anticipation of a fight. But his teeth stay blunt and human. He doesn't feel himself get stronger, or angrier, or feel a need for blood. Not even the presence of magic inside of him, the curse of the hollow trying to get free. It's all...gone.

"Aw, he thinks he's still the all-powerful hybrid. Isn't that adorable?"

Klaus goes completely still. His chest constricts, the air getting caught in his lungs as his head snaps up. Something won't let him turn around, though, let him see for himself. Fear. This is a hallucination of some sort. Probably caused by the hollow. Just a mind game.

"The cutest."

His heart twists, and he really can't breathe. It's not possible. Those voices. It can't be.

But he forces himself to turn around now, his heart stuttering in his chest. And there they are. His stomach drops and he can only stare wide-eyed in disbelief at Hayley and Stefan, standing so casually in front of him. So alive, their eyes bright and full of something he never thought he'd see in either of them ever again. Both wearing smiles with this look on their faces.

"How..." he starts, but can't figure out the rest, simply shaking his head. "This isn't..."

The amusement softens across both of their features, turning to understanding. His mind can barely keep up, trying to process it and failing. It's the Hollow. It has to be. Even in death it won't leave him be, let him rest in peace.

"It's real, Klaus," Hayley says, and her voice sounds so real.

He just shakes his head again as Stefan nods, confirming it. He goes to step back, but stops when Hayley reaches out, her hand settling on his shoulder. The rage that had been building at this mind game he's being forced to play fizzles out like a flame underwater. It feels like everything inside of him stills, as if the whole world slows to let him catch up.

His eyes follow her arm to her hand. He can feel it. The gentle pressure of her fingers curling around his arm, giving a squeeze of proof. Warmth emanating from her skin, and the closer he listens, he realizes with a start, he can hear her heartbeat. The same heart that he heard being crushed. The same skin he saw catch alight under the burning sun until there was nothing left of her. Yet here she is.

Slowly, he draws in a sharp breath, light-headed all of a sudden. He lifts his eyes to meet her soft, assuring gaze. It's not a trick. He knows, because hallucinations even get things wrong, and only the real version of Hayley has ever looked at him like that.

"It's real," he echoes back to her, and her mouth curves a little more as she gives another, single nod.

He doesn't think, just moves, brushing her hand off to pull her into him. Her surprise is clear, but she hugs him back, arms winding around him. Klaus can barely bring himself to remember to breathe. He can feel her. Her small, powerful body in his arms, her hair against his face. Her heart beating against his chest and beneath the skin of her neck. She's real.

The second wave of realization makes him cling tighter, his breath coming out in a harsh gasp. His eyes move without him really controlling his actions. They lock onto that familiar pair of green eyes that are shining so brightly, still holding that same look that Klaus has never felt like he earned. That he thought he had missed his chance to ever see again when he heard of his death while he was too many miles away.

Hayley pulls back, and despite the part of him that read every single letter she wrote to him wanting nothing more than to hold onto her forever, he lets her, his gaze still locked onto Stefan.

"Well," he breathes out, "I heard you ignored me, as per usual, and did a lousy job of taking care of yourself."

Stefan's mouth curves into a grin and a soft chuckle. "You're one to talk."

Klaus can't help but laugh in return. He's crying, he realizes, feeling the wetness around his eyes. They both are.

"I'll admit, I've missed you," Stefan says, and holds a hand out to him with dancing eyes. "Welcome to the afterlife, old friend."

Glancing at his hand, Klaus scoffs. He doesn't even hesitate in knocking it aside and pulling him in with a hand on his shoulder instead. Stefan instantly wraps his arms tightly around him, face pressed into his shoulder. Klaus grips the base of his neck and closes his eyes. For the first time, when he exhales, it doesn't feel like a weight is crushing him.

It doesn't feel like he's going to drown in a sea of grief and despair, but is home at last.

Yet again, he finds himself unwilling to break apart. But he forces himself to anyway, only he doesn't let go. He leans in without worry, without thought, feeling Stefan's desire as strongly as his own. Stefan, who moves to meet him as if it's the most familiar thing in the world, as if it hasn't been decades since they last kissed.

In his heart, it doesn't feel like it has. Everything feels right now, like a rush of memories flowing through him, dropping every barrier he had in place. The same effect that Stefan has had since that day in 1922. He just never thought he would get a chance to feel it all again, not like this.

A throat clearing draws them apart with grins. Klaus steps back and looks over at Hayley, her eyebrows raised but a smile glinting in her eyes.

"Don't worry, little wolf, there's plenty more of me for you," he says.

Hayley rolls those brilliant eyes that he's adored since their first meeting as well. "Still obnoxious in the afterlife. Got it. Are we sure this is peace and not hell?"

"Ouch." Klaus presses a mocking hand to his chest with a wolfish grin. "And here I thought you would be thrilled to see me again."

"This is certainly better than the last time we reunited," Stefan jokes, tilting his head. "Well, sort of. We're all kind of dead this time around, so I'm not too sure about that, but at least no one is trying to kill each other. That's good, right?"

Hayley doesn't agree. A dark look crosses her face. "I was hoping it would be a lot longer before this." She looks at Klaus, and he understands the glint in her eyes before she even says it. "For Hope's sake."

He presses his lips together, swallowing down the lump in his throat and the stinging still lingering in his eyes. The reality of it had slipped him for just a moment, but now he nods, smiling sadly.

"I know," he says, then draws in a shaking breath. "But she's strong. Like her mother. She can survive this." He glances at Stefan, laying a hand on his shoulder. "And she has Caroline looking out for her, along with Rebekah and Marcel, and Freya, and even Kol."

Stefan makes a noise at that, disguising the flash of pain in his eyes at the mention of Caroline. "Kol? I'm a little more worried about her now."

"Yeah, that wasn't your most uplifting speech," Hayley agrees with humour in her voice.

"I knew there was a reason I never wanted to introduce the two of you," Klaus says dryly, and points a finger at them. "I will not be ganged up on! Elijah will be joining us soon, I assume, and the last thing I need is three against one."

"Oh yeah, no can do, buddy," Stefan says, patting his hand. He shares a grin with Hayley. "We've gotten pretty close waiting for you over here. I don't know if we can make any promises on that one."

Hayley shakes her head. "Absolutely not."

"Alright." Klaus drops his hand from Stefan's shoulder. "I'm going to wait over there for my dear brother, far away from the two of you."

"Yeah, good luck with that because we're not going anywhere," Hayley says cheerily, and Stefan agrees.

Despite the front he's putting on, he feels an insurmountable joy. He hopes they're right, because he couldn't bear to lose either of them again. Just seeing them together feels like a blessing, something far more precious than anything he has ever been deserving of in his life.

He would be happy to listen to the two of them tease and trade jibes about him for hours, because it means they're both here with him, and happy. At peace. He understands now why he's here, somewhere in the middle of the bayou. This is his peace. Stefan and Hayley. They're his happy ending, the one thing he never thought that he would get. He's happy to be wrong.

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codename-bewareofthefangirl · 7 years

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I decided to go w/ akamomo for the Hunger Games AU, also I'm a huge Cato/Clove fan so there's a reference. Aka/Momo are both Career tribs. from D2, they're vicious, ruthless, prepared & more than ready to kill (yes OOC and let's trade Momoi's sweetness for badass girl while Sei's always been Bokushi all his life) they team up with the others knowing they'd eventually betray each other later. For them it's all about becoming a victor and pride but in the end Momoi gets caught by another trib.

and she screams for Akashi but the other tribute attacks her and when Akashi comes it’s almost too late, and they both realize they’re not entirely unemotional because they have always looked out for each other in the arena, and probably have come to care deeply for the other too.

Hi dear!Finally I’m here! I really hope you’re going to enjoy this, because I lovedwriting it. Well, it broke my heart in a millions pieces but…that’s okay. Letme know!

AkaMomo,Hunger Games Au, Angst, Major Character's Death, Depiction of Violence

Dead Inside

“AKASHIIII!” her desperate, pained scream pierced theair and crashed onto Akashi like a sword sinking into his heart.

His red eyes widened in horror.

For the first time in his life, he regretted being sobrilliant. Maybe if he hadn’t been so smart, he would have moved, he would havetried to save her. Yet he already knew it was too late for that. It would havebeen useless. And his body remained still under the pouring rain, eyes on hispartner.

Akashi enteredthe Training Arena of District Two. He was only eleven, yet his eyes werealready empty. He looked around like a fox, taking in as much details as he could.At some point, a lonely girl caught his attention. He had long pink hair gatheredin a neat braid and a sweet, cute face. What was even doing an angel like herin that place? She was going to be meat for the other tri-

Then the girl lookedup and he froze. Her pink eyes were calculative and sharp as a hunter’s, acunning malice swirled at the bottom, and her lips were graced with a smugsmile.

Only then, herealized she had been cleaning two short swords all that time. One was stilldripping with blood.

A smirkappeared on Akashi’s face. He had found her.

He had sold his soul for victory.

He had sacrificed his heart and any lingering emotionsin order to win, years ago.

He was already dead.

“So we manageduh?” Momoi trilling voice called Akashi back from his thoughts. He was lookingfrom the window of their luxurious apartment and she had now reached him.

“We’re goingto be the tributes.” He replied with an excited yet cold smile.

Momoi laughedsort of…hungrily, impatiently.

“We’ve preparedfor years, this is our chance.” She chirped rocking on her heels and clappingher hands, like she was just a normal, naïve girl of the city. She seemed one.Yet, Akashi had never met anyone more deadly than her. Her predictions werenever wrong. Her aim never missed. She was the best strategist ever existed.And, Akashi was the only one who could match her.

They were amatch made by heavens.

“It’s going tobe an easy victory.” He commented, locking eyes with her. In his voice vibrateda well-known threat, the one that from the start had been the base of their…”friendship”.

“Yeah, I can’twait,” she hummed giving him a sly smirk.

The day oftheir final fight was near. The day that was going to decide who was the realbest. The day they were going to kill each other.

They wereready.

So why?

So why his body was trembling and his mind was white withanger and fear?

Why he couldn’t breathe?

Why he felt like crying? He had forgotten how to cry whenhe had entered The Training Arena, hadn’t he?

He and Momoiwere in a cave, preparing for the night. It had been a long, first day in theArena, yet they had come out unscathed. They couldn’t say the same for those whohad the stupid idea to fight them.

“Going solowas really the best idea in the end,” she whispered to him, lighting a smallfire. “I still can see the face of that idiot from Three when his twocompanions betrayed and killed her off. Not that it matters, we slaughtered theother two soon after it.”

He nodded witha satisfied grin and continued to count his arrows. He hand enough to kill allthe other tributes left. Regarding Momoi, he hadn’t decide yet how to fight her.She wasn’t going to be killed by a simple arrow. She was better than that.

“You can’ttrust anyone,” he murmured, before flashing her a smirk, “Except the one youalready know they’re going to betray you.”

Momoi let outa laughter, sitting down with the back against the wall of the cave.

“True,” sheagreed giggling and combing the long hair with her fingers. She always did whenshe was thinking about something. They were the same colors of cherry flowers,so pretty that they made her look like a sweet princess. So misleading.

Slowly, her cheerfulnessfaded into a thoughtful scowl.

“…true,” sherepeated to herself.

It startedraining, a sudden, cold downpour.

Akashi snortedat the sight, happy that the rain was going to conceal their traces, andshifted near Momoi.

“And nowsuddenly it’s cold!” she whined with a childish pout and Akashi chuckled. Withouther asking, he put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against hischest.

“Try to notcatch a cold, I need you able to think lucidly,” he said to the girl, whogrinned satisfied and snuggled against him.

“Yeah, yeahyou Emperor,” she stuck out her tongue and then whispered in his ear, “I betthe audience is gonna love this…” she alluded in a soft voice.

“Do you wantto show them more?” he replied in an alluring murmur.

Momoi was warm for someone dead inside like him.

Now, Akashi felt cold.

He should have been used to feeling cold, but he had beenmistaken.

He should have been the one killing Momoi in the end.In an honest, quick fight. She had earned it, that was the right thing. She deservedan honorable yet quick and painless death. She was the only one in the worldwho deserved it.

Akashi watched as the tribute from District 1 finallymanaged to reach Momoi. He grabbed her hair and pulled back harshly, making herfall face down on the ground.

Momoi called him again and stretched a hand. Her eyesfound him and screamed for help.

For the first time, Akashi saw her scared of something.

Scared and regretful.

Why her eyes were apologizing to him?

The tribute stuck his spear in her back and pierced throughher ribcage. The point came out from where should have been her heart with a spurtof dark blood. Her pink eyes went wide and then cold. Her pretty face fell inthe mud.

Momoi Satsuki, Tribute of District 2, was dead.

Akashi’s body moved on his own. In a swift movement,he lifted the bow and took an arrow.

He aimed, coldblooded.

The arrow perforated the head of the tribute who had killedMomoi.

“Bullseye!Your skills are crazy, Akashi!”

Akashi had been wrong all that time. Maybe, when he hadarrived at the Training Arena he hadn’t been already dead inside. Maybe he hadn’ttraded completely his soul and heart for the victory yet.

But now it was too late.

Whatever had survived into him until that moment, hadjust died with Momoi.

Akashi prepared another arrow and started walkingtowards the middle of the Arena, ready for the last battle. Ready to give chase,like a predator. He passed Momoi’s body without even a last glance.

For the first time in his life, he wasn’t thinkingabout the victory, nor about the fame or the money. Nor about being the numberone.

No.

He just wanted to kill.

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