Summer break was starting to end in Paris, and another school year at Collège Françoise Dupont is rising. Y/N is transferring to that exact school. Though he was originally going to study in America and live with his parents, their marriage said otherwise. Y/N lives alone in a decent sized apartment in Paris, being giving monthly allowance by both his parents every month. And they did pay all the bills, so Y/N couldn't complain. Still, he was well aware that this wasn't a 'normal' childhood.
Unfortunately, both his parents filled divorce. And Y/N was devastated. But he learned that not everyone gets what they want, so he just dealt with it. Y/N had his first day of school tomorrow. He stared at the beige colored ceiling and thought about how should the first day go. He sighed and closed his E/C eyes, in an attempt to sleep.
He then heard his phone ring, "hawkmoth" Y/N mumbled and pressed his phone, accepting the call. "Y/N, I need you to do something for me, involving Chat Noir, and Ladybug." Y/N smirked and replied by saying, "Shoot."
[I don't own the cover art, I only edited it]
[I don't own miraculous ladybug, or any of its characters. If I did Adrien would be gay :P. (Haters gonna hate)]
Warning: this won't be like the show where the innocence is still there. This fanfic will probably be the same as the show, but much much much much much much much much much much more mature.
⇢ 𝐀 𝐌𝐋𝐁 𝐗 𝐌𝐂𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑
❐ strong language, slow updates
❐ she/her pronouns in use
❐ best read in dark mode (black pages)
WARNING: events/information used in this story may not be canonical to the mcu movies and/or mlb show, but they are in this fictional world i created. you have been warned.
Welcome to an alternate universe where the fate of Spider-Man was never bestowed upon Peter Parker, but you: his equally dorky best friend.
From helping the elderly cross the road, to stopping petty thefts, this is the everyday job of being the friendly neighborhood, Spider-Woman. Until the universe decided to throw a curve ball at you.
Now suddenly, you're living the life of one of the many variants of yourself: three years younger, attending a school in Paris, France. Will you ever find a way home?