I have absolutely no idea what this is, but I was reading and this idea came to me. I wrote it in like 10 minutes so don’t judge me.
Klaus Mikaelson has really never liked his name, all versions of it.
He doesn’t dislike it, it’s a name – it’s his name, and despite the numerous names he’s been called throughout his existence (hybrid daddy, the bastard, jerkface, you, run for your lives!!) he honestly can’t think of being called anything other than his name.
And he has a lot of versions of his name – the old school, elegant and peculiar Niklaus which only Elijah uses, the playful and endearing Nik that Rebekah and Kol use and the authoritative and fear inducing Klaus that everyone he despises and wishes to petrify to death use.
All in all his names never really mattered to him.
That is until he met Caroline.
He likes her name, Caroline Forbes – it fits her perfectly, it even sounds bright and beautiful. He likes saying her name, he likes to purposely roll the r with his accent to make her blush and bite her inner check. He likes the taste her name leaves on his tongue – like wine and peppermint, she’s grace and fire rolled into one. It makes him smile.
But it’s nothing compared to how much he loves his name from her lips.
At first she barely said his name; in fact she did little but roll her pretty little eyes and scoff at him. But the first time she says his name it makes him smile for no reason whatsoever. The way she says his name has grown over the years – in the beginning it always left her mouth with a tinge of sarcasm and hatred, then turned into puzzled and soft. But the way she says his name now – with warmth and love is his favorite.
Sometimes his name rolls off her tongue so casually; it’s as if she has no idea what she’s doing to him. It’s become second nature to her, carefully pronouncing both the a and u separately, half singing his name on some occasions, and she never thinks about it twice but it lingers in his heart and mind for the whole day.
When they weren’t together and all she saw him as was the big bad wolf; she’d say his name with anger, emphasizing the k and her tongue would peek out of her lips, caught between her teeth and he’d think of cutting her off with a kiss. But he was a gentleman, a monstrous gentleman – but a gentleman nonetheless, he let the lady come to him.
When they were together and she’d whisper his name softly as they lay in bed, he always made it a point to kiss her at every Klaus and Niklaus and Nik.
With her, from her, he loves all the versions of his name; the whiny, pouty and exasperated Nik when something didn’t particularly go her way or when she wanted something from him, the angry and admonishing Niklaus when he did something very bad and the best of all was how she said his infamous name, no one said Klaus with such love and devotion as Caroline did and it made his heart swell in pride.
His names moving out of her tongue always leave him enthralled, and then she’s moaning his name and that’s the most melodious sound he’s heard in his millennia.
It’s just a name – a weird one at that. He’s never cared for it much.