Trigger warning for describing hallucination and implications of suicide
Marinette was in her room working on her homework.
"Miss Bustier told us to write an essay about our dreams."
"You can write about how you dream to be Adrien's girlfriend!" Tikki teased her.
"You know I can't write that, it will be so embarrassing! I suppose I'll write about how I want to become a famous fashion designer. That is also my dream."
"If you work hard, that dream will become a reality someday, and I'm sure things between Adrien will work out as well."
"Thanks, Tikki. Speaking of dreams, it would be nice if I could stop being such a klutz when I'm Marinette.'
"Now THAT will happen only in dreams."
"Tikki!"
And that was how a kwami and her holder began talking about their dreams.
"I wish I don't have to put up with Chloe and her nonsense. Hey, a girl can dream!"
"I dream of a gigantic cake with thousand cherries on top!"
"Is that even realistically possible?"
The list of dreams went on. No villains, chocolate chip cookies every day, no akumas, custard pudding with melted caramel, no Hawkmoth…
"…and it would be really nice if Adrien's mother came back, I would like to see him happy, even in dreams."
Marinette whispered, remembering one afternoon when she and Adrien sat in a dark theater wearing disguises and hiding from his fans. He missed his mother so much.
It would be so nice if we could live in dreams. Marinette thought as she went to bed that night.
All her life she dreamed of becoming a fashion designer and worked hard to become one. The day she got accepted as a new employee in the Agreste fashion brand was the day her dream came true. Although she was still in her training and not at all experienced enough to put in her name in the upcoming Summer Fashion Line, it wouldn't hurt to show her boss what she made, right? It was so perfect for the summer fashion theme and it was such a shame to let go of it.
Her role model and her employer, Gabriel Agreste, once complimented on her design. She could never forget that day. She hoped he would like these new ones as well and notice how she improved over the years. She would soon find out what he thought about them.
He said her work was childish and an insult to the fashion world. He said that she had zero talent and would do a better job making coffee for his other competent designers. She was so confused, he liked her design all those years ago in the school competition!
No, she was novice back then and he obviously didn't feel like discouraging a teenager. She stupidly thought that she might have a talent to become one of THE designers when her skills were only good enough for a local seamstress. She regretted all the years working hard to become a professional designer when she could never be one. Her dream was a sweet poison that made her blind to reality. A foolish dream of a foolish child.
Baby Woodrose. I am Hawkmoth. Achieving your dreams only led to despair and discourage. From now on, those with foolish dreams will never wake up to reality. Their dreams will become poison that eats away their souls. In return, bring me Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculouses.
AN: The original villain's name was Dreamer. I thought that was a stupid name and changed to the one above. Why that particular name I will tell you later. It has nothing to do with the band.