"The miraculous should not be misused!" Nooroo protested, gazing up at the human with horrified eyes.

"Silence!" came the snarling snap, followed by an aggressive finger point. "I am your master now, Nooroo!"

Nooroo flinched, his gaze fretful.

"There's a price," Nooroo warned.

The human ignored him, ordering, "Dark wings rise!"

Nooroo sunk his head and shook it sadly, going with the command, being sucked into the brooch. Hawkmoth's delighted cackle filled the air, butterflies clustering around the human in an angry white storm.

They dashed away from him, leaving him transformed and new. The window loomed over him, making the butterflies glow and casting a dim light over him. As soft blue light shown in the room, Hawkmoth peered out to the sleeping Paris before him, unaware of the villain that has just arisen.

"Hehehehe," Hawkmoth chuckled, as he glared out, azure eyes bright. "Are you ready for me Pari—"

Hawkmoth faltered, blinking wildly.

Was, was this room… bigger?

It seemed so much bigge—

Hawkmoth jumped when a butterfly flew past them.

That was definitely bigger.

Then Hawkmoth noticed his hands.

Well, more specifically, noticed his paws.

Hawkmoth gaped down at the dark appendages.

He flew to the window, the word no racing through his mind in an endless marathon.

It couldn't be.

It couldn't be so!

Hawkmoth floated before the window, gasping at his reflection.

There, staring back at him was a purple and gray butterfly kwami.

He, he was a kwami.

How, how was this—

Hawkmoth gave a start, not seeing his miraculous on him. He whipped around, looking about wildly till he saw it on the ground, transformed and so much smaller than when he had found it as a bulky, dark brooch.

"Nooroo!" he called out angrily, diving down to the butterfly brooch on the ground. "Nooroo what's going on?! Why am I—"

"I tried to warn you," Nooroo's calm voice rang out, a soft purple glow flickering in the dark gem's center. "There is a price to misusing a miraculous, Hawkmoth."

Hawkmoth stared down at the brooch, then he picked it up with his little arms and shook the miraculous angrily. "This is the price?!"

"You want the power, you have it now," Nooroo replied.

"I don't want it while being a kwami!"

"That is the price."

Growling, he shook the miraculous again. "How do I reverse this?" the human turned kwami demanded.

"You can serve another miraculous holder—"

"Absolutely not," Hawkmoth snapped.

The brooch was quiet for a moment, though Hawkmoth could hear the faintest sigh from the kwami inside it.

"Can I even take on a human form?" Hawkmoth asked.

"On your own, yes, but it will take up energy to do so. When another miraculous is active, then you can take on a human form easily, if you so choose."

With a considerate hum, Hawkmoth narrowed his eyes, concentrating. Butterflies swarmed to him once more and he was pleased to find that he was at his previous size, truly dressed as the butterfly villain now.

Now this, Hawkmoth thought as he gazed down at the transformed brooch in his palm, was much better.

"Come to me, my akumas," Hawkmoth ordered, watching in glee as butterflies drifted to him. "We'll find Ladybug and Black Cat—"

Hawkmoth faltered, a sudden pain in his stomach and an exhaustion weighing down on him.

In a whitish-purple poof, he was a kwami again, him and the brooch dropping to the floor like a pair of stones. Hawkmoth moaned, curling up on himself, clutching his stomach.

So hungry…

"I told you it takes energy to take on a human form," Nooroo's voice rang out from the brooch. "You need to eat before you try taking on a human form without another miraculous being active."

"Food," the angry kwami muttered. "Alright, fine. I can get food." His black wings twitched, ready to flap and carry him up.

"You'll need to eat certain foods," Nooroo quickly revealed to him, "else everything you eat won't agree with your stomach."

Hawkmoth sat up, grimacing as he hugged his stomach. He drew near the brooch, eyeing it. "Alright, what do I need to eat?"

"My favorite food will give you the most energy."

"And what's that?"

Nooroo happily revealed, "Cinnamon rolls! The sweetest smelling, most frosting covered cinnamon rolls you can find!"

Eye twitching, Hawkmoth grabbed the brooch and chucked it away. Only with his weak form, he was only able to throw it a couple of centimeters away.

Hawkmoth let loose an angry, strangled noise.

He was not a happy butterfly.

AU idea that misusing a miraculous, and going against a kawmi's morals, will have you turned into the kwami. You can have all the powers of the miraculous but you're stuck as a kwami. A for sure way of breaking it is working with/serving another miraculous holder.

Another fun drabble to do :3

I drew out my take on kwamimoth on tumblr.

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