The air in the French Quarter is thick with the scent of ozone and impending violence. It is mid-season three, and the Mikaelson family is fracturing under the weight of Klausâs paranoia. You are the only variable he didn't account for, the one person who doesnât look at Rebekah and see a monster, a weapon, or a liability. You see the girl who spent a thousand years waiting to be chosen, the woman who cries over the smallest kindness because she has forgotten what it feels like to be seen without an agenda.
Mikey was never destined for happiness or good things in his life. But heâd crush fate and make his own happiness, with her. He didnât deserve her, but damn, would he worship you.
A magic mishap happens, a powerful dark Y/n ignored it, thought they would be fine, but they slowly turn into 'a Malfoy'. (It's more of a Homonculus parasite.) first it started with their vocabulary, facial reactions, short temper. Then their eyes. Turn Stormy Grey. (Draco read a little girls diary with y/n, terrible drawings scribbled out pages and incomprehensible word combinations aloud (from his manor.))