The Originals One Shots

𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝙺𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚜 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

"You're beautiful, you know that?" Klaus said softly, making you blush and hide your face in his chest. You had been dating Klaus for two years now but whenever you were around him, you couldn't help but feel like a teenager around her high school crush. The love and affection that you both had for each other, unlike most couples, never faded. In fact, your bond and attraction only grew stronger. Klaus was still as obsessed with you as the day he was when you both first met. You couldn't have asked for a more perfect man.

"God, what do you do to me?" You asked, your head still buried in his chest. You could feel his fingers running through your hair as you listened to the steady beat of his ancient heart. You and Klaus first met when Klaus had returned to New Orleans to be king and to take down Marcel. You were in New Orleans, looking for any information about your family. It turned out, Marcel had banished and killed the wolves that lived in New Orleans, including your entire family. When you found out, you were devastated. You had never met your real family, having been given up for adoption when you were only a baby. You spent your entire childhood and teen years in foster care until you were released at eighteen, the first thing you did was go to find your parents.

You mourned your family for days, realising you would never get to meet them, to get to know them, to find out why they gave you up. You were in Rosseau's when you met Klaus. You were drowning your sorrows in alcohol when he approached you, seeing how upset you were. After explaining everything that happened, he explained how he was out to get Marcel and you happily offered to help. Together, the two of you fought Marcel and dethroned him, replacing Klaus as the new king. With all the time that the two of you were spending together, you both couldn't help but fall for each other. Both of your inner wolves were screaming for each other and you both had to give in. Now two years later, you were both madly in love and stronger than ever.

Klaus chuckled and kissed your cheek. You were both in his art room. He was sat on a chair and you were sat on his lap with a canvas in front of you. Klaus was teaching you how to paint. You were amazed at how good of an artist Klaus was and you couldn't help but want to learn too. "Let's get some of the blue."

You nodded and dipped a paintbrush into some blue paint before he wrapped his hand around yours, guiding the brush to the canvas before helping you make soft strokes with the paint. You could feel his head resting softly on your shoulder and you loved it. "Oh my god, it looks so good." You squealed in excitement, making Klaus chuckle. He couldn't help but kiss you. He was so smitten over you. You were the light in his dark world, the one person he looked forward to seeing when he came home after a long day.