Unluckiest • {Miraculous AU} • Lams [DISCONTINUED]

Origins Part 1.1

Author Note

Hello! I'm going to attempt to write this... I hope this is original and that my writing isn't too bad.

Guess who's who here because why not

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??? POV

  "Many centuries ago, magic jewels bestowing extraordinary powers were created. These were... the Miraculous. Throughout history, heroes have used these jewels for the good of the human race. Two of these Miraculous are more powerful than the others; the necklace of the Ladybug, which provide the power of creation; and the ring of the Black Cat, which grants the power of destruction. According to legend, whoever controls both these jewels at the same time, will achieve absolute power."

I slammed the locket that rested in the palm of my hand closed. I look up at the purple creature. "I want that absolute power, Nooroo. I must have those Miraculous!"

Nooroo shook his head. "But nobody knows where these Miraculous are!"

I smiled wickedly. "I found you though, my little Nooroo. Your Miraculous... remind me of its powers again." I ran my finger over the brooch, it was warm.

"The Moth Brooch allows you to give someone their own superpowers and to make that person your devoted follower!"

My grin widened. "And when it comes to luring superheroes, what could be better than creating supervillains?"

Nooroo shook his head, eyes wide. "But master, the Miraculous are not meant to be used for evil purposes!"

I grew frustrated, stamping my foot in anger. "I must have this absolute power!"

I pointed at Nooroo, who began shaking in fear. "Your Miraculous is in my control! I am your master now, and you must obey me."

Nooroo hung their head in defeat. "Yes, master."

I clip the brooch onto my tie. It felt so right, this belonged to me now. "Nooroo, dark wings! Rise!"

The butterflies around me swarmed, their wings tickling my skin.

"From this day on, I shall be known as... Hawk Moth!"

An evil laugh erupted from my throat. I could get used to this.

Washingdad's POV

From behind me, I hear the familiar sound of Wayzz voice. "Sir, Sir!"

My customer looked up from the document he was signing. Wayzz knew he had to quiet and hidden so whatever it was, it must be important.

"It's the people next door, they're always doing strange things like that... Anyway please sign here" I force a grin, my mind whirling about what could possibly be so important. Wayzz was risking his cover as a kwami and he knew it.

I hurriedly flipped though the stapled pages to a dot line. The man signed quickly.

"Well, look at the time! That's the end of our appointment, please speak with my secretary about booking another session next week. Thank you for choosing Washington Lawyers!"

I practically pushed him out the door before I slammed it shut, narrowly missing him. I quickly locked the door before turning to face Wayzz.

"Sir, the Moth Miraculous, I felt its aura."

"I thought it had been lost forever!"

My mind went into overdrive. That miraculous went missing years go. Why reappear now? Who had found it?

"But Sir, it's a negative aura. I fear it may have gotten into the hands of a dark power!"

My surprised expression turned grim.

"We must find Nooroo and his Miraculous. If it has gotten into the wrong hands, there's no telling what evil will come upon the world!"

I glanced at the bracelet on my wrist. "Time to transform! Wayzz..."

I heard a crack and felt sharp pain in my back.

"Please, Sir. Be reasonable. You are-"

"Not as young as I used to be, I know, I know" I finished for him. "You're right, Wayzz. I can no longer do it alone. We'll need some help."

I turn to the old gramophone, a plan forming in my mind. I pressed the secret code and it opened revealing the miraculouses.

Alex's POV

I groggily wake up to hear my alarm beeping in my ear. Oh joy, a new school year. I heard my mother yelling from downstairs. "Alexander! Your alarm's been going off for fifteen minutes, you're going to be late for your first day back at school!

Ew, school. I blindly swing my arm around, trying to find my phone. I hit my lamp, sending it flying towards the floor. I hear shattering glass. Fuck.

I peep my head out of the warm doona. My lamp is lying on the floor, the light blub smashed. I turn off my alarm and sweep the glass under my bed. I'll worry about it later.

I hobble downstairs. "Good morning Mom! I bet you anything Eliza will be in my class again." I groan at the thought of having to spend another year with that spoiled brat.

I grab a box of cereal and a carton of milk.

"Four years in a row, is that possible?"
My mother asked, munching on her toast.

"Definitely. Lucky me!" I roll my eyes and pour the cereal and milk into a bowl.

"Oh, don't say that! It's the start of a new year- I'm sure everything will be just fine!" That's my mom, always optimistic. I strain a smile and nod slightly. I spin around and grabbing a spoon. My elbow knocks the milk over, sending the white substance all over the counter. How wonderful.

She offers to clean up the mess while I get ready for school. I hurry upstairs, throwing on the first outfit I find. I ran my hand though my ginger hair. I grab my books and run downstairs once more.

My dad is busy in the bakery as always. As I'm about to go out the door, he hands me some croissants. "Thanks." I grumble, smiling as I examined the delicious treats. I would never admitted it, but I love it when my dad makes things to bring to school.

He smiled, showing off his almost perfect teeth. "Glad you like them." he joked.

I pull out my phone to check the time and as I do, the box tumbles out of my grip. Dad sticks his foot out, catching it.

"Thanks again. I gotta go now." I hurriedly pull open the door, leaving before my parents can say goodbye.