Hey guys! TheUltimateFanGirl7 here! This is my first time uploading a story to this site! Isn't that exciting? Anyways, I've been told I'm a pretty good writer, but I just do this for fun. Feel free to leave constructive criticism, it always helps. If you think my story is horrible, feel free to share, and make sure to say how you think it could be improved!

So this story's been floating around in my head for a while now, so I finally decided to just write it down. Also, some of the events in this story are based about real events that happened in my life. The names are also based off the real names of the real people they take the place of, however I did change the names, either slightly or drastically, for obvious reasons. At least, I think they're obvious.

Another thing to keep in mind, I have seen quite a bit of controversy about whether Cat's name is Cat Noir or Chat Noir, however I'm from the United States, and we call him Cat Noir, so in this story it's Cat. Also I probably won't veer much from the original story arc, because my mega-fan-ness has left me unwilling to change much. Some of the stores I've read here have been very good, but I don't like when they change the characters too much. I guess I just enjoy the originality. Well, that's all from me... for now ;p. Have fun!

~TheUltimateFanGirl7

I own no part of Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir

7 Months Ago

I was staying at a friend's house that night. It was her birthday, so a few of us had gone over to her house to eat cake and open presents and generally have a good time. We had decided to film a little movie, nothing to huge or amazing, just the six of us. It would be about a demon Snow White who scared people until they cried. Then, she collected their tears and used them as energy to grow stronger. I was looking in my friend's storage room for props and costumes and such while the others conversed in the living room. I could hear them laughing at something. Out of the corner of my eyes, I spotted a small jar. It wasn't much, but it gave me an interesting idea for the "movie". What if "Snow" captured her victim's tears in the jar?

Excited, I went out to explain my idea to the others, but they wouldn't listen. I couldn't even get their attention. They were so focused on their own conversation that they didn't notice me. I got so frustrated I ran. I went outside and sank to the ground against the side of the house, before the frustration gave way to despair. My vision blurred as tears began to fall. I felt so alone. This wasn't the first time it had happened. No, it had happened several times before. You would almost think I was used to it by then. But could you ever get used to being silent, and invisible around your friends and family? Would you get used to being a ghost, never able to share your ideas with the world because, to the world, it seemed you weren't really there at all? Yes, this had happened before, but this time was the worst by far. I shuddered as a sob broke forth.

On Another Plane of Existence

Hawkmoth felt a sudden shudder. It ran from the tips of his toes up through his whole body and back again. Someone was in despair. Their pain was so strong! Hawkmoth summoned an akuma. She would be so powerful, he might finally get Cat Noir and Ladybug's miraculouses! He could almost hear Nooroo's voice in the back of his mind, pleading with him not to do it. Not this one. This one was too dangerous, he said. But Hawkmoth shrugged it off. Sure, there was something off about the energies of this girl, but it couldn't be anything too bad, could it? He didn't even notice how the little black akuma left the lair and disappeared in a little twinkle of light. And in my despair, I never noticed it, as it silently flew up to me and landed on the jar in my hands. Only then did I notice, when the voice appeared in my head:

"Hello Ghost."