#simp!klaus

Summary: Y/n Gilbert, Elena’s sister, always seemed to catch Klaus’s attention, and eventually gained his affections. It floored Klaus to have someone who knew him in a way no one else did, but when he gets a phone call that concerns Y/n, it leaves the both of them devastated. Will they be able to work through it and grown from it, or will they just give up?

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Graphic violence, threats of violence, the usual Klaus things, Klaus being a simp (because we all love that), death(not really), Elena being a dumbass and Damon being an idiot(they make a great dumb pair)

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(Y/N) Gilbert floored me, she wasn’t like her sister, or anyone else who hung around Elena Gilbert. Everyone who associated with Elena Gilbert, vampire, witch, werewolf, they feared me in some shape or form. But not (Y/N). Never. 

Elena was her sister, her sister who I literally killed in ritual, not that she’d ever stay dead, she was too stubborn to do that. Yet (Y/N) could never find it in her to be afraid, of me, my family, or any of the supernatural. It was stupid, but admirable. 

It was because of my admiration for her that I allowed her to….I allowed her in. Something that was dangerous. For the both of us. Our interactions were…peculiar. To say the least. I was curious about her before I broke my mother’s spell that kept my werewolf side bound, but my wanting to figure her out grew after it. 

(Y/N) hadn’t seemed to hate me, for trying to kill her sister. In fact, she outright told me on one occasion that she didn’t hate me, at all. It was so fresh in my memory, I could remember the interaction word for word. Back then, I remembered every interaction I had with her dear to my heart. Because they didn’t happen quite as often. 

“Why don’t you hate me, (Y/N)?” I asked once, in the kitchen of the Mikaelson Mansion, she’d simply invited herself in to raid my fridge that day, muttering something about Jeremy Gilbert drinking all of the milk in the house while holding a box of cereal in hand. She had come over to my house, with cereal, just to sit down, use my bowl and spoon, and drink my milk. 

She’d been chewing her cereal at my dining table when I asked, I was standing in the threshold to the kitchen. She chewed a bit slower and then swallowed, “there’s a list of things I should hate you for, which are you referring to?”

I chuckled softly, a smile on my face while leaning my elbow on the edge of the kitchen island. “For trying to kill your sister.” I paused, “I actually did kill her, I drained all of her blood from her body, but your uncle decided to sacrifice himself in order to save her so I suppose-”

She held her hand up to get me to stop rambling, I did promptly. She brought the spoonful of cereal to her mouth once more before leaning back in her chair, crossing her legs and placing her spoon back in the bowl. “My sister and her band of goons like to believe you're the villain, I like to see people for who they are underneath what they show people.”

I hummed in mock understanding, that just made me more confused. “What exactly do you see underneath what I show people about myself?”

“Well,” she started, “I see someone who has never felt like he belonged anywhere, and someone who’s only constant was the love for his family, so much so that it became a desperate kind of love. A protectiveness, if you call it that.” I frowned slightly, was she really that perceptive? “Klaus, I never hated you. My sister wants me to, my brother wants me to, but I don’t.”

“Not even for harming Elena?”

She shook her head, “you’ve wanted to break your curse for centuries, Niklaus.” I opened my mouth slightly at the mention of my full name, but didn’t say anything, didn’t protest. I liked the way it sounded off of her tongue, it was just a shock. She stood up with her bowl in hand, walking past me to the sink to wash the bowl’s contents into the drain. “You get one chance every few centuries, if that.” She opened up the dishwasher, as if it was her house, and placed her bowl and spoon in there. She stood up to her full height while closing it, she looked me up and down with her (e/c) eyes. “You’re just as much the victim as you are the villain, Niklaus.” She strolled over to me casually, she experimentally placed a hand on my cheek, stroking my scruff with her thumb. “You aren’t evil,” I leaned further into the warmth of her hand, “I wish that you let people see it.” She leaned up and kissed my cheek lightly, bringing a rising heat to my face when she pulled away with a smile and walked out. 

Since that moment, my wolf had been obsessed with her. She was sincere in everything she said, she wasn’t the only one who could read people. Except she had the ability to read people as if she was a thousand years old, it had taken that long for me to hone my skills. She enamored me. Whatever she wanted, it was hers. Without question. 

I was minding my business, plotting what to do with my day, who to torment that day, when I heard my phone buzz. “Caroline” showed up on my phone. I let it go to voicemail, until she called three more times. I sighed, rolling my eyes and clicking the accept button on the last ring. “Whatever do you want, Caroline? I’m quite busy right now, I don’t have time to entertain whatever accusation you have to throw my way this week.”

“It’s about (Y/N),” I heard Caroline say in a grim tone, the kind one would use at a funeral. I recognized it immediately. My heart stopped in my chest, but I was too stunned to say anything. “She’s in transition, and she won’t-” Caroline paused while my heart stuttered as I wondered how (Y/N) had found herself in transition. 

“Where is she?” I cut Caroline off before she could say anything more. She didn’t say anything for several long seconds, “Caroline, tell me where she is or I will rip out your precious boyfriend’s intestines and feed them to you,” I threatened, touching the nerve I knew would get her to talk. 

Caroline gulped audibly through the phone, “we’re at Elena’s house, but Klaus-”

“I’ll be there in five minutes,” then I hung up. 

It took me a total of three minutes to arrive at the Gilbert house, thereafter storming in, (Y/N) was really in transition then. The house was in her name, I wouldn’t have been able to enter unless she invited me, so that meant she was dead. 

I heard sobbing coming from upstairs and raced up the staircase into the room I heard it coming from. I saw Elena trying to comfort (Y/N), who was sitting amongst the blankets on her bed, trying to rub her arm, but (Y/N) kept shoving her away, screaming at her to stay away from her. 

I crawled over the opposite side of the bed to get to her, Elena jumped back when she saw me onto her feet with a gasp, having not heard me come into the room, probably not able to over the screaming and crying of her hysterical sister. 

I placed my hands on her shoulders, she whipped her head towards me. I half expected her to try to push me away, but she just barreled towards me and collapsed in my outstretched arms. Sobbing even louder, but not in agony, in something that sounded like….relief. 

“Nik,” she shook with the force of her sobs. 

I shushed her, “shh, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m right here.” 

Elena watched from the corner of the room, receiving glares from me whenever she tried to step forward or open her mouth to say something. 

I rested my chin on the top of (Y/N)’s head, rocking her back and forth. It just broke me to see her so…broken down. She was a strong woman, so, so strong. And stubborn, and willful. My wolf ached to comfort her, to do anything to make her feel better, to give her back the life she lost. My wolf would do anything to make her happy again, to make her stop crying. 

Elena muttered something about going to get (Y/N) a glass of water before she left the room, leaving me and (Y/N) alone for a moment. (Y/N) calmed down a bit, nuzzling further into the fabric of my shirt. I kissed the top of her head softly, “will you tell me what happened to you, sweetheart?” Rocking her back and forth still, my arms wrapped securely around her. It seemed to help, her racing heart calmed down the moment I wrapped them around her. She’d once told me that I made her feel safe, so that must not have been a lie. 

(Y/N) was silent for so long, I feared she hadn’t heard me. Until she spoke in a hoarse voice, “Damon. He-” she paused with a shaky inhale, “Elena went off on her own for a couple of hours, he was convinced that you had kidnapped her or something. He came to me and demanded to know if-” another sob mixed with a pained inhale, “if you had done something to her. Demanded me to tell him where you were. I tried to calm him down and explain that you hadn’t taken her, but he didn’t believe me.”

My wolf was positively raging. Damon fucking Salvatore. But I managed to listen, even though I was seeing red. I ran my fingers through her hair to sooth her enough so she would continue talking to me. I needed her to keep talking so I didn’t go rip Damon to shreds for daring to lay a hand on her. 

“He threatened to kill me if I didn’t tell him where she was,” she quietly cried, tears flooding her face. “When I insisted I didn’t know and that you had nothing to do with it, he forced me to drink his blood and told me that that was my last chance, and if I didn’t tell him, he’d kill me. Make me suffer in the way only a vampire suffers.”

I kissed the top of her head, “it’s okay sweetheart,” I assured her softly, “I’m going to make everything alright, I promise you.” She nodded against my chest and moved closer, trying to get as close as humanly possible. I stayed like that until I heard her breathing steady and knew she fell asleep. I adjusted her comfortably against her pillows and threw the blankets over her carefully, taking care to make sure she wouldn’t be too warm. There was very little I could do at that point but make sure she was comfortable before she had to make a choice about herself when she woke. 

I went down the stairs to where Elena, Stefan and Damon were waiting. “Look, before you do anything rash, you should know-” Stefan started when he spotted me heading for Damon. 

I clenched my jaw and grabbed Damon by the throat, slamming him into the kitchen wall, shoving my hand into his chest. “You.” I growled, I knew my eyes flashed golden, I felt my fangs slide out from my gums. “She was perfectly fine, she told you that she didn’t know where Elena was, and you killed her, instead of believing her.”

“Klaus, please,” Elena shouted, “stop it!” 

I felt Stefan trying to pry me off of Damon, but to no avail, with a simple toss of my arm, I heard him fly through the air and crash into what I could assume was a cabinet from all of the clanking dish sounds. “She had a life, she was going to live a normal human life, if you hadn’t dragged her into this world, she would still have that. But you took that away from her. She’s either going to die, scared and wondering why someone she cared for did this to her. Or she is going to have to live as a vampire.” I held Damon’s pounding heart in my chest, squeezing, causing a pained groan to slip from his lips, followed by a cough of gurgling blood. “She won’t be able to go to college, she won’t be able to have children, she won’t have all the things she wanted out of life, the only thing she will have is struggle and pain. All because of your actions.”

“Klaus, I’ll do anything,” Elena cried, “just please don’t kill him. I’ll give you every drop of blood in my body, just stop.”

All of her screams fell of deaf ears, all of Stefan’s protests, all of Damon’s groans. Until I heard the soft calling of (Y/N)’s voice, “Nik,” she sounded so weak. I turned my head slowly to look at her, she walked on shaky legs over to me and reached up, placing her hands on my face, tracing the veins that had surfaced underneath my hybrid eyes. I kept my grip on Damon, but looked only at her. My wolf was practically keening at the feeling of her touch on my face, already calming down. “Nik, please, just come back upstairs with me.”

I gave her a look of apprehension, glancing once at Damon. She ran her fingers over the veins under my eyes, willing them to disappear, I did as bided. Putting the eyes away. “My revenge is for me to deliver as I please, so come back to bed. Now.”