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Aventure Amoureuse	By : Baron Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 5012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction for adults. Miraculous Ladybug and its characters are not mine, and are the property of ZAG-inc. I make no profit from this and all characters are 18+.

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You carry Adrien to the front door as he clings to you tightly. You almost reach the door as it's promptly kicked in by La PP and they point their guns at you. "Is this the individual that kidnapped your son, Mr. Agreste?" Lt. Raincomprix asks as Nathalie and Gorilla walk in behind La PP carrying a white tablet with Gabriel Agreste's face on it. "Yes, that's them. I'd recognize this troublesome individual anywhere. They attempted to rob my home, then kidnapped my son and stole his car." Gabriel explains to Lt. Raincomprix before looking at you with an evil smirk. "Man, that's bullshit! I just rescued Adrien from Le Milieu! Look at all the bodies and destruction!" you shout as Adrien trembles in your arms and hugs your neck tightly. "What have you done to my son?! You've defiled him in some way! He obviously has Stockholm syndrome due to your abuse!" Gabriel accuses as you get angry. "He's in love with me! It's not Stockholm syndrome! He could have left me at any time, but he chose to be with me! Look! We're engaged!" you explain as you tilt Adrien's body to show Gabriel your skull engagement ring. "Don't be absurd! My son is an Agreste, he'd never willingly marry a dirty foreign commoner like you! Arrest them, Lt. Raincomprix!" Gabriel demands as the cops swarm you and rip Adrien out of your arms and throw you on the ground. "Motherfuckers! You've got the wrong person! I didn't kidnap Adrien, Le Milieu did!" you shout defensively as they handcuff you and Adrien screams and tries to come to your aid. "Gorilla! Go retrieve my son!" Gabriel says as Gorilla runs over and grabs your traumatized lover and throws him over his shoulder literally kicking and screaming. "Let me go, you pigs! You've got the wrong person!" you argue as you watch Gorilla carry your hysterical lover away. "I've been waiting for this! No more tricks. No more games! Just me... and thee." Lt. Raincomprix says as he smashes you over your head with his baton several times as you hear your skull crack and you pass out from pain.
You awaken in a holding cell with your hands cuffed behind your back and a splitting headache. No point in asking for any aspirin, you won't get it here. You look over at your cellmates that seem to be keeping their distance from you. Being notorious has its advantages. You sit up and groan as you furrow your brow and feel crusted blood on your face. You probably looked like shit. You look up and see a television hanging from the ceiling near the guards with France 24 playing on it. "Hey! Turn this up!" you shout to the guard as you watch the news report on TV. "Pipe down in there, or I'll come in there and shove my baton up your ugly ass!" one of the guards shouts as you grit your teeth in anger. You lean closer to the bars to listen to the news as best as you can.
"Good evening, Paris. Don't be bemused, it's just the news! I'm Nadja Chamack. Our top story tonight: Terrorist and kidnapper apprehended! Last night, the home of wealthy fashion designer Gabriel Agreste was broken into by the same terrorist that's been wreaking havoc all across our city! The terrorist then kidnapped Mr. Agreste's eighteen year old son Adrien and stole his car. The young model had been sexually assaulted and urinated upon during an apparent botched weapons deal at the docks with Le Milieu leaving a staggering thirty-seven people dead including Jean-Paul Francisci the parrain of the Francisci crime family and Le Milieu's second in command, along with his wife Mrs. Odette Francisci who were both murdered gruesomely with a double-barelled shotgun. La PP expects that there were others involved in the slayings, and Lt. Raincomprix has begun questioning anyone who may have any leads to the location of the other suspects. We now go live to Mayor Bourgeois' speech (already in progress)." the news anchor says as she shuffles her paperwork and the camera cuts away to Mayor Bourgeois standing behind a wooden podium with the French flag draped over it in front of the Palais Bourbon with a slightly depressed-looking Chloe at his side.
"People of Paris! You can now sleep easy at night knowing that the repugnant terrorist is safely behind bars where they belong! No more will our streets be plagued by gunfire and car thefts! This murderer and sexual deviant is locked away in La Santé as we speak!" the mayor says as Chloe interrupts him. "B-But daddy, they didn't-" she begins to say before her father cuts her off mid-sentance. "Not now, Chloe! Daddy's giving his speech to the press. People of Paris! You asked for justice, and I delivered! Remember this when the next election rolls around! I am the mayor that the people of Paris deserve! Now I turn the microphone over to the man of the hour, Lt. Raincomprix! He's the officer responsible for apprehending this vile criminal!" Mayor Bourgeois says as he says as he steps away from the podium to a smattering of applause. "People of Paris, let it be known that your tax Euros are well spent for I have captured the terrorist! We're charging them with multiple murderers, armed robbery, arson, grand theft auto, possession of illegal narcotics and firearms, kidnapping, sexual assault, theft of police property, assaulting and officer, and the bombing of Le Grand Paris. Rest assured that they will never see the outside world ever again! They're being transferred back to their home country for arraignment soon, and charged for crimes in both countries. This is under the classification of an international incident and they WILL be charged as such. They're also being sued by the family of Adrien Agreste for his sexual assault. Here now is renowned fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste to elaborate on the matter further." Lt. Raincomprix says as he steps away from the podium and Nathalie walks up with Gorilla and holding a tablet in her hands with Gabriel's face on it. "Greetings, people of Paris. The indignities that my son, Adrien suffered at the hands of that dirty foreigner are unforgivable! He's been traumatized from his kidnapping. I've confined him to his room for his own safety." Gabriel says as you watch the television and roll your eyes. "Safety, my ass!" you grumble as one of the guards smacks the bars of the cell with their baton and tells you to shut up. "It is because of my son's trauma, that I'm suing this terrorist for 10 million Euros. If they're unable to pay me, they'll just spend the rest of their life indebted to me. A small price to pay for defiling a member of the Agreste family!" Gabriel growls from the screen of the tablet that Nathalie is carrying. The press conference ends and Nadja Chamack continues her news report about other happenings around Paris.
"Fuckin' scumbags!" you shout inside of the holding cell. "I thought I told you to shut the fuck up!" one of the guards shouts back at you. You wanted to beat their ass, but you were unarmed and handcuffed. There's nothing that you can do about it. You know that Adrien could drop the charges. He's over eighteen and you're his fiance. You were guilty of the other crimes though. This seems like a pretty fucked up way for your story to end. You were supposed to help Ladybug and Chat Noir kill Hawk Moth and marry Adrien afterwards. Rotting the rest of your life away in a cage seemed very anticlimactic. This is the hand that fate dealt you though, you might as well make the most of it. "Anybody got any cards? We can play Spades after the guards uncuff me." you say to your cellmates trying to make pleasant conversation while you're locked away in La Santé. "You're fucked up. You're quite infamous around the city. You're a ghost story that wiseguys tell their children to scare them to sleep. You mind your business, and we'll mind ours." a ratty-looking inmate says to you. "Shut the fuck up, Scat! Anyone who raises as much hell with La PP as they have, then they're definitely our kind of people." a badass-looking biker says as they sit next to you on the wooden bench in the holding cell. "I'm sure that a lot of things have probably been exaggerated." you explain to the biker and tell them your name. It hasn't been exaggerated. News travels fast around Paris, and we've seen the Ladyblog before. There's a lot of videos of you that Alya uploaded. My name's Chris, by the way. That charming asshole over there is Scat." the biker says gesturing over to the ratty-looking inmate. "So what are you in for, Chris?" you ask the young biker. "Murder. I dragged some prick behind my bike when they refused to pay us protection money." Chris explains. "Let me guess... you're innocent, right?" you chuckle at the biker as a guard whacks the bars with their baton again. "HEY! FUCK YOU, PIG!!!" Chris shouts at the guard and resumes talking to you. "Give em' hell, Chris." you chuckle enjoying the young biker's company. "Oh, I do! Trust and believe. To answer your question earlier, yeah. Heh. I was innocent." they laugh heartily. "Yeah, I'm innocent too... kinda. I guess it doesn't matter. I'm getting shipped back to my own country. I'll probably be in jail for life, or possibly executed." you explain to the biker. "That's rough. What country are you from, anyway?" Chris asks you. "Yeah, tell me about it." you scoff as you tell Chris what country that you hail from. "Huh. No shit? My cousin Smokey lives there. You'd probably get along with him." Chris chuckles. "Cute blonde guy with dreadlocks? Pothead cab driver?" you ask him remembering your friend from your home country. "Yeah, that's him! You two know each other?" Chris says sounding surprised. "Yeah, Smokey's a friend of mine from back home. He laid down some wisdom on me and smoked a joint with me that was wider than my thumb." you snicker happily thinking back to the cab ride to the airport. "Yeah, Smokey's a bit of a weed philosopher. He smokes killer but and talks about life and the universe. He's a pacifist I think." Chris explains with a laugh. "I liked Smokey. I kinda miss him, you know? He'd get along with my friends very well." you sigh as you think about the handsome stoner. "He comes out here sometimes. Maybe if you get out of here, you can see him. You sound like you liked him. Anyway, you might want to try to get some sleep. If you're being transferred, you don't want the guards dragging you around without sleep." Chris explains as they get comfortable but remain alert as they close their eyes. "You're probably right, Chris. They're an old saying: When in doubt... sleep." you say as you try to get comfortable on the wooden bench of the holding cell in spite of your handcuffs and drift off to sleep.
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