Imagine being Klaus' adopted, human, daughter and being in an abusive relationship and Klaus finds out.
Looking in the mirror was a terrifying sight to see this morning. There was a hand shaped bruise around your neck that was turning a gruesome mix of blue and black; this was going to be a challenge to cover up. A loud knock on the bathroom door startles you out of your thoughts causing you to spin around and in the process hit your bruised hip from last week. Biting your lip to hold back a cry of pain, you take a deep breath to collect yourself before answering the knock without moving to open the door "Yeah?" you call. "Y/N, Darling, I need my paint brushes I left on the counter," you hear your Dad, the infamous Niklaus Mikaelson, answer through the door. He found you 14 years ago hiding in the gutters of New Orleans, you were only three and no one is sure how you got there. He'd been reluctant to take you home with him, seeing a tiny, helpless human girl as nothing but a burden but Aunt Rebekah hadn't taken no for an answer.
You'd attached yourself to Klaus immediately. You followed him everywhere, when he would paint, you'd pull out your crayons and 'paint' too, when he would 'eat' you would you try to grab his glass of blood to have the same thing he did. You wanted to be just like him, and everyone found it endearing, if not a bit odd; but Klaus found it annoying. You were 5 when he first showed you his Hybrid face in an attempt to scare you away from him. At first you'd jumped away and hid from him, but after peaking out from behind the couch you'd hidden behind, you walked over to him and traced your fingers over the veins under his eyes and smiled gently up at him. That was when Klaus decided he would take you as his own, you would be his daughter, his light. He swore that day he would never let harm befall you.
You cruse to yourself, trying in a hurry to find some way to hide the bruises on your neck "Uh, yeah, hold on a second Dad," you yell. You grab the shirt you'd taken off to inspect the damage your boyfriend, David, had left on you last night, throwing it back over your head. You met David at last year's Mardi Gras, he was so sweet and funny, he made you laugh all night and he cared so much about you, rarely talking about himself. That should have been a warning sign, you realize, because two months after you'd been seeing him was the first time he'd hit you. You went over to his house to spend the day with him, while you were waiting for him to finish getting dressed you decided to text your Uncle Kol. He came out just as you sent the message to Kol about how you love and missed him, David came over and read the text immediately grabbing your arm and spinning you around, a look of rage on his face. He accused you of being a cheating whore, and slapped you before dragging you to the door by your hair and throwing you out onto the sidewalk and slamming the door in your face not letting you explain that Kol was your uncle, not some boy you were flirting with. That was only the first time, as time progressed it just got worse. Smaller and smaller things would set him off, and his 'punishments' only got more and more intense. You couldn't really explain why you stayed with him. He always bought you nice things after a fight apologizing and begging you not to leave him and you guessed you just took pity on him. You kept telling yourself this was the last time, but it never was.
This time had been the worst of all of them. You were cooking for him while he watched football and as you were setting the table, you bumped a plate and it fell, breaking into pieces at your feet. You scrambled to clean up the broken glass but when you heard him get up you froze. "What the fuck did you do, you dumb cunt?" he yelled as he marched up to you, grabbing you by the throat and slamming you into the wall. "That's my good China you just fucking broke! You really are a useless whore, aren't you? You can't even set the table without breaking something!" he screamed, spit flying. You gripped at his arm, desperately trying to get air into your lungs. He slammed you into the wall again, never losing his grip and you blacked out. When you woke up, he was back in the living room watching football, having left you discarded on the dining room floor. You didn't bother getting your shoes or any of your other belongings before hightailing it out of his house, to your own home.
That's how you ended up here, desperately trying to hide what David had done to you, from your Dad. You knew he'd kill him if he found out, and in some sick way you did love him. Looking at yourself seeing that your shirt barely covered any of the bruises you took your long hair down, pulling it over your shoulders effectively covering a good amount of the dark, angry marks. You grabbed your Dads paint brushes before open the door to reveal your grinning father. "Took you long enough, love," he teased. You gave him a wide smile that didn't reach your eyes "Sorry, I was getting ready to jump in the shower," you lied. "Too bad, I was hoping you would join me in the art room for a while. You never seem to have time for me anymore." he comments and he's right. You're always at David's beck and call in fear of what would happen to you if you weren't, so your time with The Original family has significantly diminished. "I'm sorry, I've just been so busy with school and work..." you trail off and he smirks "And you're boyfriend I have yet to meet," he finishes. Your shoulders tense and you nod. Klaus notices this change and furrows his eyebrows in concern "Darling, is something wrong," he questions and you shake your head. You won't look up at him, you know that if you do he'll see right through you. He knows you better than you know yourself, and you know him the same; you've always been a Daddy's Girl.
He lifts your chin with his finger looking over your face when he catches sight of one of the bruises on your neck. He uses his free hand to move your hair away from your neck and as he does so the tears break free from your eyes. "Y/N, who did this to you," he asks softly, through you can feel the rage bubbling up under his calm exterior. You just look up at him, tears falling freely, lip wobbling. "Did that little boyfriend of yours, do this to you," he states more than questions and all you can do is nod at him. He lets go of your face and moves quickly toward the front door. "Dad," you yell as you chase after him "Daddy, stop!" you catch up to him as he opens the front door and you grab his arm. He turns to look at you, his face hard. He's struggling not to rip himself from your grasp and rip that disgusting humans head off of his shoulders for daring lay a hand on his Baby girl. "Were you going to tell me? To tell any of us!Bloody hell! How could you let someone do that to you, Y/N? I'm going to kill him, I'm going to rip his heart from his chest and feed it to him," he declares. "Dad, no! I'm okay, I'm not going back to him I swear. Please I just-" your voice cracks and you start to sob, collapsing into Klaus' chest. Klaus' face softens and he cradles you to him running his fingers through your hair. "I need you here. I just want to be held by my Dad. Please just stay here with me," you mumble into his chest. He sighs and picks you up before speeding to the couch, keeping you cuddled into his chest. "You will never be near him again. No one will ever touch you like that again," you nod into his chest before drifting to sleep. Klaus looks down at you, he torture that mongrel tomorrow, right now his baby needed him.
