I do not own any of Miraculous or the Little Mermaid.
I'm back! I know it's been a while since I started this, but I've been busy. So many papers and projects for school.
Every great villain needs a great villain song, and I think this villain song fits so nicely with our dear old Hawkmoth. Plus, as Disney villain songs go, this is 1 of my most favorites.
*Note:* I wrote this so when Hawkmoth's akuma possesses I person's object, it's like they are (or at least their minds, they are) transported to his layer. So it's like they're actually there with him when he is convincing them to say yes.
I picked Rose, aka Princess Fragrance, for this because it felt closest to Ariel in the original movie. Her, a princess (sort of), trying to get a prince.
Posted: 4/02/18
One moment, young Rose was sitting on a bench by the Seine, rewriting her letter to her beloved Prince Ali, tears falling from her eyes and down her cheeks, and then the next, she was standing in a dark dome-like room with one big round window right behind her. Hundreds of white butterflies fluttered freely everywhere. Her school bag and the letter were not with her, only her perfume bottle was held firm in her hands. The only thing different about it was that it was pitch black in color.
A bit frightened, Rose looked all around until her eyes fell on a tall, dark figure with a mask and cane, standing on the other side of the room. She could make out a smile on the man's face as he began to walk towards her.
In the back of her head, Rose knew she should be wary of his man, but she was somehow drawn in by his kind smile and the caring look in his eyes.
Her eyes stayed on his as he calmly made his way over to her. When he got close enough, he gently took one of her hands. While her other still held her perfume bottle, Hawkmoth held her other as he knelt down on one knee.
Kneeling before her, Hawkmoth looked up at her with his charming eyes. "Your Majesty," he said to her kindly before placing a light kiss on her knuckles.
Rose just watched, confused and uncertain, but somewhat flattered at the same time, as he released her hand and stood back up.
"So, my dear princess," Hawkmoth started to say, pacing the floor in front of her. "you want to be with this young man. This prince fellow."
"More than anything in the world, sir," Rose said desperately, clasping her perfume bottle even tighter.
Her answer made the darkly dressed man smile even more. "Well my dear, I believe I have the solution to your heart's desire," Hawkmoth turned his back to her, mindlessly inspecting the head of his cane. "I can give you the power to get you what you want yourself," he said casually.
Rose's eye widened hopefully. "Can you really do that?"
Hawkmoth's smile only grew as he started to turn back to the young lady in his layer. "My dear sweet child, that's what I do. It's what I live for. To help unfortunate Parisians, like yourself. Poor souls with no one else to turn to." Rose continued to watch, transfixed, as the dark but charismatic man backed away from her, but kept his eyes on her as he began to sing.
Hawkmoth:
You might have heard I'm somewhat of a nasty
A villain, they might have called me, but it's not true.
In fact standing here with me, I think you'll come to see
What a kind and gentle man I can be for you
(Hawkmoth walked back up to Rose, gesturing his cane head close to her face. Rose stayed planted where she was by the window, but leaned her head back a bit, away from the cane.)
True, yes…
And I fortunately have a bit of magic
It's from a little gift I have long possessed
(Hawkmoth took a few steps away from her again, touching a finger to the butterfly brooch at his throat for a second. Standing in the center of the room, Hawkmoth held his palm up to let two butterflies land gracefully on it.)
And dear lady, please don't laugh, I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, the longing, and depressed… "pathetic," he whispered the last word behind his hand before going back to singing loud and clear to his latest guest.
Poor unfortunate souls
In pain, in need.
(With a wave of his cane over the two butterflies, one turned into a miniature image of her best friend Juleka and the other into a miniature image of her other friend Nathaniel, both looking so sad. Hawkmoth took his hands away from the illusions. Rose walked closer so her face was only a foot or two from the images of her classmates.)
This one longing to be noticed (He said gesturing to the Juleka image), that one wants to get the girl (He said gesturing to Nathaniel),
And do I help them? (Snapping fingers on both his hands, Juleka turned into her akuma persona, Reflecta, looking happy as a school girl. And Nathaniel became the Evillustrator, looking overjoyed and confident.) Yes, indeed.
(An additional miniature image appeared, this one of her friend Marinette. Evillustrator, using the sketch board on his arm, drew a magnificent portrait of Marinette, which materialized as he drew it. Seeing the portrait, the Marinette image swooned before rushing into the arms of the Evillustrator image. The Reflecta image simply twirled happily as more miniature image copies of herself appeared around her, all looking at her with praise.)
Those poor unfortunate souls
So sad, so true.
I hear their sorrowed cries, so I send my butterflies
(Another butterfly lands on Hawkmoth's finger. Hawkmoth looks at it 'tenderly' for a moment.)
And I help them! Yes I do.
(Hawkmoth carelessly flicks his finger, causing the butterfly to flutter away. Hawkmoth leaned a bit closer to his illusions, looking a bit more 'remorseful.')
Now it's happened times before
I wasn't given the price I asked for
And I'm afraid I had to take away their new roles.
(Another wave of his cane head over the little illusions, and the Reflecta image turned back into Juleka. The surrounding copy images of her all looked shocked and turned away from her in disgust before disappearing, leaving the image of Juleka hugging herself and with tears rolling down her cheeks, looking sadder and more lonely than before. At the same time, the miniature image of the Evillustrator turned back into Nathaniel and his portrait of Marinette disappeared. At this, the image of Marinette pulled away from Nathaniel, crossed her arms and turned away from him with a "humph." The image of Nathaniel hanged his head in despair.)
(Rose looked at them, saddened by their misfortune, until Hawkmoth once again waved his cane over the miniature illusions again, this time, they all disappeared.)
Yes I've had the odd complaint
But on the whole I've been a saint,
(Hawkmoth walks up past Rose, looking up into the light shining through his large window before crossing his chest.)
To those poor unfortunate souls.
Moving on with his scheme, Hawkmoth swung back around, standing before Rose. He looked at her before focusing on the object in her hands.
"So, my butterfly fazed with your perfume bottle there?" he observed, pointing to the dark, glowing object still held firm by Rose. "Yes, that could certainly work well." After gently tapping the perfume bottle with the head of his cane, a small glowing purple puff of miasma came out. Rose stared at the blob as it floated there, between her and Hawkmoth. "And you wish to use your power to get your prince to love you," the villain droned on as he, with moving gestures of his other hand, started to give the miasma a shape.
It was another small image of a person. A female, wearing all black with pink lining along her puffy shoulder sleeves and puffy shorts. Black leggings went all the way down to her feet, ending at pink high-heels, and long black sleeves covered down both her arms and gloved over her hands. The skin on her face was a witchy green, her lips and eyes were a bright pink, and a black mask, with a fancy swirl curling down her left cheek, surrounded her eyes. Her hair was up in a bun, also a bright and pretty pink. The top of the bun had a long tail trailing from the top, down to her knees, with what looked like a perfume squeezer at the end. The last thing to appear was a little perfume bottle that looked more in the form of a gun.
Rose looked at the image in fascination. Her eyes wide and her smile bright. Was that supposed to be her? "What do you think of this?" Hawkmoth said, walking around the image, standing closer to his guest. "Princess Fragrance." The name had a nice ring to it.
"Oh, I love it," Rose confessed. Not just the costume, but the name. She would be a princess.
"So, have we got a deal?"
Rose's smile faltered. She knew what dealing with this man might entail. Could she really? "I-I don't know," she said, turning away from Hawkmoth and the image. "If I do this, won't Ladybug and Chat Noir come after me? I don't know if I can fight them." Rose was always such a kind and gentle person. She wasn't violent. How could she fight anyone? Let alone a team of superheroes.
"But you won't have to, dear," Hawkmoth told her as he followed after her. After placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, Rose looked up to him again and continued to listen. "You'll be a princess. And with your perfume, you'll be able to make anyone adore you and serve you, and you can send them to fight for you." Rose looked down again, thinking over what she could do with that power. "Oh, and that reminds me. I have yet to mention the subject of payment. You can't get something like this for nothing, you know," Hawkmoth said, giving her shoulder a pat before starting to lead her back to the center of the room.
"But I don't-" Rose started to say, until Hawkmoth put a finger to her mouth, stopping her next words so he could continue.
"I'm not asking for much, just little somethings. You'll be able to obtain them for me with these powers, no problem. You see, what I what is…" Hawkmoth turned Rose to look right at him, one hand on her shoulder, the other holding his cane head right under her chin, making her look right at him. "Ladybug and Chat Noir's miraculouses," he said grimly.
"But Ladybug and Chat Noir are superheroes. They're-" Rose tried to speak again but Hawkmoth once again cut her off.
"Don't you want your prince? Your one true love?" Hawkmoth told her. This made Rose stop and rethink. She did want Prince Ali. He was so wonderful and she just wanted them to be together. And then there was Chloe. That awful brat said a girl like her would never have a chance with a prince. Then she destroyed her letter to him. Thinking about that again made her sadness turn more bitter. She also wanted revenge. Hawkmoth felt her already negative emotions escalate and smiled. She just needed a little more push. "Do not underestimate yourself my dear." Hawkmoth stepped away from her, walking around the image of her (future)akumatized self as he started to sing again.
Hawkmoth:
This prince of yours will surely come to adore you
He'll like a princess who can take what she wants most.
(A second small image appeared by the one of Princess Fragrance, this one looked like Prince Ali. The two images came to life; the Prince Ali image bowing to Princess Fragrance, taking her hand and kissing it. Another small image of a person joined them. This one looked like Chloe. The Princess Fragrance image quickly aimed her perfume gun at the bratty girl and fired her perfume. At the pink cloud settled, Chloe dropped down her knees and bowed to her and the prince.)
But if you want those powers to stay, you know the price you've got to pay
And dear, the cat, bug, and you are really not that close.
(Two more small images appeared before her; one of Ladybug and the other of Chat Noir, both looking ready to fight. Rose continued to watch as the Princess Fragrance image blasted her perfume gun at them as well. Just like with the image of Chloe, both images of the superheroes knelt down before the image of Princess Fragrance, then proceeded to remove their miraculouses and hand them to her.)
Come on, taking their jewels from them won't make you a criminal
With royalty, what's one small transgress?
And does it not matter more of that you have your one true love?
A princess deserves what she wants and nothing less!
(The Prince Ali image embraced the Princess Fragrance image before swiftly swooping her down into a romantic dip. Rose watched all of this with great interest and excitement. And a bit of envy. She wanted that to be her. She wanted all of this now. She wanted to be Princess Fragrance.)
(While Rose admired the scene, Hawkmoth came up behind her, placing his hands of her shoulders.)
Come on you poor unfortunate soul
I need your answer. Yes or no?
I'm a very busy man and I haven't got all day
(With another wave of his cane at the images before them, the images of Chloe, Ladybug, and Chat Noir disappeared, leaving only the images of Prince Ali and Princess Fragrance, still in romantic embrace.)
So let's go then, on with the show.
(And just like that, Hawkmoth plunged his cane into the center of the illusions, making them disappear as well. Rose became sad again at the loss of the images.)
You poor unfortunate soul
It's sad, but true.
(Hawkmoth waked away from Rose again and stood right in front of her, in the center of the room.)
If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet, you've got to pay the toll
Just say that you'll do it and I'll help you take control.
Rose looked down at the perfume bottle still in her hands, thinking hard. Hawkmoth was pleased, knowing she was almost totally convinced. "Hear that Nooroo, I've got her now," he said in his head, knowing his kwami was listening.
The master's on a roll.
This poor unfortunate soul!
Hawkmoth stood there, both hands resting at the top of his cane out in front of him as he looked down at Rose. Her head was still down casted on her perfume bottle. "Well?" he asked her.
Slowly, Rose raised her head back up, looked Hawkmoth right in the eyes. Giving him a small smile, she then wordlessly gave a slight nod of her head.
Hawkmoth grinned himself as he watched the miasma creep up from the perfume bottle and spread along Rose's body. When it faded, Rose stood in the same attire as the image of Princess Fragrance that Hawkmoth designed for her. And she was no longer in his doom, butterfly filled layer, but back where she was before. On the bench by the Seine.
"I'm coming, my prince!"