"Kol is the beauty and Caroline is the Beast. Fairytale AU" –TakingBackTheNorth

"Can you do a kind of Romeo and Juliet story except with Kol and Caroline?" –GraceQuinn11

"Passenger-Let her go?" –GraceQuinn11

For those who have watched the season finales of TVD and TO, let us have a moment of silence for Kol Mikaelson who Julie Plec keeps fucking with. Seriously, he already died without character development, did he have to be obliterated out of existence as well? Also, I just can't get over how Klaus' miracle baby is even possible. Like seriously.

"Whatever I am, you did it." – F. Scott Fitzgerald, the Offshore Pirate

"It is very melancholy without you. I love you more all the time and since I did not think there was any more it's an overwhelming and frightening state to be in." — Zelda Fitzgerald in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1931

His son is all him from the dark hair to the cleft in his little chin except for his eyes that shade of blue green that reminds him of the ocean – that was all his mother, all her. And sometimes he holds the babe in his arms and sees pieces of her there as well. But his son is barely an infant, hasn't even uttered his first word when his mother presents him with a silver ring, the black kyanite glinting almost maliciously. They need to conceal what lies within the for now innocent boy as children did not stay children for young in their world. Not when you know the monsters are real.

Witches and warlocks are descended from the Fae, their blood coming from nature itself. And his child has this in him, this power in his blood. And his other half is of a more raw power. This power comes from exorcising demons out of your skin to satisfy a blood thirst with teeth and claw.

Fae.

Witch.

Werewolf.

Miracle.

"Monster," Mikael hisses as he tries to take the child from his son but Kol doesn't budge. "It's an abomination. Give it to me."

He doesn't expect his mother to press a sword to her husband's nape and intones, "Still your blood. Mikaelson blood."

Mikael scowls and glances at the now crying baby in Kol's arms before leaving the tent. Kol smiles gratefully at his mother as he tries to quiet his son's cries and fails. Esther just takes the baby herself and rocks him in her arms until he quiets. "He needs a name, Kol."

"Carolus," Kol answers, fingers caressing his child's small cheek. "After his mother."

He remembers blonde hair and blue green eyes. Red roses in her hair, grass stains on her knees and her red mouth. Wild and beautiful, his lovely girl especially under moonlight then she becomes strong and deadly.

He meets her on Beltane, a night sacred for his people and doesn't expect one of the wolf people that rule the night to be so near. She's all bare feet and wild sunlight hair and he's enraptured. She smiles at him when he approaches her, her hand reaching out to his. She's sure as she shares herself with him, letting him learn the language in her skin, her flesh, her bones.

And she whispers his name Kol, Kol, Kol like a spell. You are mine. I am yours. I choose you.

He has seen her soul and bound her to his. He feels the world crumble beneath his feet when howls of sorrow and pain fill the night as she dies bringing a life into the world. Part her, part his and something she chose. I choose you.

A little thing, all pink flesh and softness is what arrives for him later that night. And he takes the babe without a word, awed and terrified all at once. The world has changed and he can feel beneath his fingertips, wrapped in a thick blanket. His son, her son, theirs.

"I choose you," He murmurs to the child as his mother smiles.