Author's Note: The characters are obviously aged up to around the same age that Marinette and Adrien are, so around 13-15? Also, if you can, please leave anything constructive in your review! Any critique is helpful! If you're looking for some sort of reference for The Boys, here's one I made a while ago: art/The-Boys-as-Freshmen-728438772

Le Ascension de Mysterion

Une fanfiction de Miraculous Ladybug et South Park

It was the beginning of a new day in Paris, a Monday to be exact. The skyline etched with the Eiffel Tower, whose lights were beginning to dim as windows are opened to bring in the fresh air. On top of a bakery in the 21st arrondissement, we see Marinette just beginning to wake up and bolt straight out of bed.

"Tikki! I'm late!" She ran towards her closet and threw on an outfit, "I'm going to be in more trouble then I've ever been!"

"Marinette, stop!" Marinette halted before she could crash into a mannequin. "It's only 7:15. You're not going to be late! Is, is there anything going on?"

"I-I don't know either, can you check my calendar?"

Tikki flew to the calendar on her little white desk. "Nothing."

"Oh, thank goodness! If we had a surprise party I would've been screwed! Thankfully I don't have to force my dad to make anything."

The spotted kwami laughed. "That's... pretty specific. Were you going to do that to woo Adrien again?"

Marinette stopped. "We don't talk about that!" She looked at the clock, "Get in," she opened her purse pocket, "I don't want to be late again."

Collège Françoise Dupont

Marinette stormed through the doors of Miss. Bustier's classroom and plopped herself in her seat.

Alya was already sitting. "Wow, Marinette! You're actually not late for once!"

"Early? I'm always early! Well, somewhat."

"There must've been some black magic that made you come this early. At least your earlier than Chloé." Alya said her name as if she had tasted something bitter.

Marinette looked the empty seat across from her. "Where's Adrien?"

"You're just early! It's not like Chloé kidnapped him or-" All of a sudden, the room went silent when Chloé entered with Sabine carrying all of her bags. She shot a glare at the both of them, and walked to her seat. "Nevermind."

Then Adrien walked in, in his usual fashion. "There's your loverboy."

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"Alright, class. I have a special announcement." Miss. Bustier walked towards the center of the class. "Our school has been given a special opportunity this month to welcome some new students from America, who have come with their entire class!"

Nino looked surprised, and glanced at Adrien. "America? Like, where all the rich famous people are from! Awesome! Maybe we're gonna get some actors!"

"Nino, I don't think they'd like this place if they got to choose."

"So we'd love to give a big, warm welcome to our new students for the week!" The door opened, and in walked four boys.

In her sight, Chloé scoffed. "Someone should've given them some tips in fashion when they came here."

Miss Bustier ignored the comment and turned to the boys. "So, who'd like to introduce themselves first?"

One of the boys, who had jet black hair and a blue and red hat went first. "Umm, I guess I'll do it. I'm Stan Marsh. My friend with the green hat's named Kyle Broflovski. He's a pretty great guy. Then there's Eric Cartman, the fatass standing next to him-"

"I'm not fat, I'm big boned, you dipshit!"

"Cartman!" Kyle retorted.

"Oh, right," in a fictitious pouty voice, "Sorry for my foul language, Madame. I promise to never do it again."

Adrien looked at Nino and whispered. "If my Dad ever saw these kids, he'd ban me from every school in the province."

"And there's Kenny McCormick. He doesn't talk much." Stan pointed at a boy in the orange parka, with his hood up and his mouth covered.

Alya looked closer ah Kenny. "Marinette! That Kenny kid looks just like Adrien! Same hair and everything! That's so weird!"

"You really think that? Alya, are you blind? T-they look nothing alike!" Marinette pouted.

"Girl, I've got 20/20 vision with these specs. If that vulture sweeps for him you know who to go to. He doesn't even look that bad either."

Miss Bustier glanced at the desks at the right, "Looks like Ivan isn't back. You boys can sit behind Alya and Marinette for now. I promise they don't bite."

The group walked up.

Kyle muttered. "Whatever happens, I'm not sitting next to Cartman."

"You can sit next to me, Kyle." Stan walked to the desk at the far back.

As they got to their seats, Cartman whispered to Kenny, "Thank God I don't have to sit next to the Jew."

Now that they were in their seats, the class would resume. "Since we want to be as smooth as possible for our new classmates to transfer, today we're going to do something a little easier. So, we're going to watch a video on the brief history of Paris."

To Kenny, her voice only faded into the back of his mind as he focused on the girls sitting in front of him. Sure, it meant sitting next to Cartman, but he still got to ogle at some tits and ass. Maybe he'd get to put his dick in one of them at the end of the month. He didn't want to be here, and neither did the rest of his class. PC Principal had become a teacher for the ninth grade and wanted the class to be more accepting. Accepting enough that the entire class should be shipped to Paris to learn French. Wonderful.

He didn't even know how he could afford everything. He must've been focused on getting every student. Must've paid for his ticket.

"Psst, Kenny." Cartman nudged his shoulder, "Look." He pointed the screen. Voilà, there was a half naked woman guiding the French Revolution.

"The kids in France have it so easy, man. They get to jack off to paintings of tits and say it's 'historical'," Cartman chuckled, but looked at Kenny and stopped.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing? Why are your- Holy shit, dude."

Stan whispered. "Don't tell me Kenny's jacking off in class already."

The teacher then turned off the video. "So, that was just a little reminder of the history of our great city! So, boys, what did you think-" She stopped. "Boys?"

The three boys were attempting to block Kenny's "quick-fix" with Cartman blocking half of him while Stan and Kyle were attempting to locate paper towels.

"Uh, I-I spilled my yogurt! I f-forgot it was still open, you know? M-m-my friend was just h-helping!" Kyle spilled out of his mouths like his words were a gush of water.

Chloé turned to Sabrina. "What weirdo brings opened yogurt? What a loser."

"And Eric! What are you doing to your classmate?"

Kenny pushed Cartman off of him and glanced angrily at him. Cartman just sat at his seat like nothing had happened.

"Stan and Kyle, please clean the... yogurt mess as we resume with class."

Kenny sulked in his seat and sighed. Mission successful.

"You better stop bullshitting all of us by doing that shit in the middle of class again, asshole," Cartman grunted as the boys walked away from the school for lunch.

Kenny took off the mask. "It was just one time. Fuck off, dude."

"You dumbass, do you know how much trouble we could've been in if we were caught? I had to make that up on the spot!" Kyle countered.

"Whatever, the janitors are gonna clean that shit up and move on."

All of a sudden, Cartman began to pout, "Are there any restaurants nearby? I'm fucking starving. It's lunchtime."

Stan looked in the distance. "There's a small bakery at the end of the street. I guess we'll go in there."

"They better have some good shit or else I'm going to be pissed. I'm not waiting for PC to choose some hippie shit for us."

Cartman, eager for some triple-digit calorie goodness, did the unthinkable and ran towards the large, black doors and then plowed them open. The scent of the building was inviting, full of the fresh smell of bread being pulled out of an oven along with every pastry you could imagine. You could only imagine how Cartman's face lit up at the sight of pastries all over the building.

"Fuck yes! This beats having to be around PC all lunch!" He burst through the doors and towards the counter, where a petite, Asian woman was behind the counter.

"Welcome to Tom and Sabine Boulangerie and Patisserie. What can I get for you?"

Cartman looked into the display case like a kid in a candy store, but found the perfect treat. "I'll take whatever that is!"

The lady laughed. "The raspberry macaroons? They're a bestseller. It's good you came earlier than everyone else." She went to the case, opened it up, and took a batch of eight. She put them in a box and wrapped it in a bag.

Then, a man who was almost double in size walked into the bakery. "I'll take whoever's next."