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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 continue walking to your gate when a sharp bolt of pain shoots through your head as you hear Send Me an Angel by Real Life play over the airport speakers in the background. The pain is so severe and disorienting that it brings you to your knees by the food court. The growling voice once again speaks to you in your mind but more clearly this time. "The sooner you find me, the sooner we can help each other." the voice snarls in your head. "Who are you?" you ask aloud prompting several passersby to look at you strangely. You were on your knees in the airport with a bloody nose talking to yourself, you probably scared them. You get up and wipe the blood from your nose before you continue to your gate. You do your best to shake the cobwebs from your head and dull the pain when you hear someone calling your name. "Good, I'm going fucking crazy too. This day just keeps getting better and better." you mumble to yourself when you hear it again. "Fuck, I really hope it's not that Raincomprix prick. I'm leaving Paris like he asked me to." you think to yourself as you wonder how you'll make it through customs with all the drugs and guns in your bag. You turn around to see someone running down the hallway yelling your name and waving their arms at you frantically. Your eyes begin to focus as your headache begins to go away and realize who's yelling at you. It was Adrien Agreste, your enemy. "Heh. This ought to be fuckin' good." you think to yourself as you put your hand into your duffel bag ready for whatever he was going to attempt to do. You had your pick of a MAC50 pistol, a Striker 12 gauge shotgun, an Apache gun, several ballistic knives and hand grenades, an M79 grenade launcher, and an FN MAG heavy belt-fed machine gun. If Adrien wanted a war, then he was about to fuck with exactly the right person.
"Please... please wait!" Adrien says panting and out of breath. He looked terrible, and not just because you hated him. He looked like he was hungover and hadn't slept right. His normally pristine clothes were wrinkled and messy, and his hair was unkempt and he didn't look like he'd showered today. He looked quite disheveled. "You look like shit, Agreste! What the fuck do you want, pipsqueak?" you say itching to get into a fight with the Johnny Quest clone. "Please... please stay." he says as he bends over and leans his hands on his knees trying to regain his breath. "Stay? What the hell are you talking about? I have to split. You're going to make me miss my flight and stomp the shit out of you." you bark at the exhausted young model. "You don't understand. Chat Noir sent me! He wants you to stay in Paris!" Adrien tells you. "Chat Noir? Why didn't he just come tell me himself? You're completely full of shit, Agreste! You're just trying to make me miss my flight! Is this how you rich assholes get your kicks? Fucking with the have nots? I believe it's called slumming. Well you can take that idea and shove it up your wise ass!" you snarl at your enemy. "I'm telling you the truth! Please stop calling me Agreste! You sound like an angry barking dog! Agreste! Agreste! Please... call me Adrien." he desperately pleads with you. "First names are for friends... Agreste." you tell him coldly narrowing your eyes at him. "Oh... I see. That really hurt." Adrien says looking extremely sad and depressed. "What don't you fucking get? Are you seriously this dense? I gave you a gift the last time I saw you: A free pass. Out of my sight and out of my life! Yet here you stand, wasting my time and making me late! You better have a damn good reason for fucking with me, because I'm starting to lose what little patience for you that I have!" you roar at the young man. "What's your problem with me anyway? I've tried everything to just be friends with you! You're probably the only person I know that hates me! Most people love me and I don't understand what I did to upset you!" Adrien says sounding hurt. "Maybe I just don't like you. Have you ever considered that? I despise most rich people with the exception of Luka and Chloe. Chloe is misunderstood, and you're certainly no Luka. It must eat at you that I don't like you. Is that it? That there's actually someone in the world that doesn't worship the ground you walk on and grovel for you? If you want that to happen, you're barking up the wrong tree, pal!" you snap at the frustrated model. "It's so difficult to get through to you! My life isn't exactly a ray of sunshine either! It's hard to be under the thumb of an overbearing father and live up to his lofty expectations while trying to live a normal life! Rich people have problems too!" Adrien says defensively. "Yeah, you got problems. I bet you sleep in a big cushy bed and wipe away your tears with 100 Euro bills! People like you make me sick. You bought the whole fucking world and you always want more. Greed and lies are all the rich accomplish. You're all just leeches that built your empires on the backs of greater men. Working men! What could you possibly say to make me trust a piece of spoiled shit like you anyhow?" you ask him sternly. "W-What could I say to make you trust me? I'm... I'm..." Adrien begins to say before you interrupt him. "An asshole? I already knew that!" you say having a good laugh at your enemy's expense. "No! Please listen! The truth is... I'm... I'm Chat Noir. I'm the man behind his mask!" Adrien says having had difficulty saying it but feeling relieved after getting the words out. "I'm Chat Noir!" he repeats slightly more confidently.
"That's about what I'd expect from you. More lies. More bullshit! Let me tell you something about Chat Noir: He's one of the greatest men I've ever known! He's beautiful! He's funny! He's entertaining! He was good to me! You have no right, absolutely NO fucking right to even speak about him, let alone tarnish his image by claiming to be him! Are you TRYING to piss me off? Because you're fucking succeeding! A pathetic little whiny daddy's boy like you isn't even worthy to polish his boots! I see your dorky-looking face all over Paris, but I notice Chat Noir has something you don't! A statue! And friends that care about him! Why don't you just fuck off and go run under your mother's skirt or something?" you rage at the young model for having the audacity to spread ridiculous lies about your ex-boyfriend. "Don't talk about my mother!" Adrien says suddenly growing a backbone much to your surprise. "I think I just found your button, Agreste." you grin sadistically. "My button?" Adrien asks you looking confused and upset. "Yes, your button. Everyone has that one button that upsets them when you press it and I think I just found yours! It's... mommy!" you grin at him knowing your enemy's Achilles heel. "Don't do that! Don't speak about my mother! You know NOTHING about my mother!" Adrien says getting extremely upset. "Allow me to PRESS the button and see what happens! As a matter of fact, I think I saw your mommy working a glory hole at a truck stop in the Paris slums. That's why you live with daddy! Mommy's out gargling trucker cock!" you say as you laugh heartily at your enemy's pain. Adrien lets out a blood-curdling scream. You realize too late that it wasn't a scream at all... it was a battlecry.
Much to your surprise, Adrien charges you and knocks you off your feet as he tackles you. He grabs the back of your thighs sweeping your legs out from under you as he uses your spine as a battering ram to smash open the door to the airport stairwell. The impact knocks the door open as your back hits a metal railing inside. You remember what you've seen in hockey fights on television as you grab the bottom of his shirt and yank it over his head in an attempt to jersey him and knock out his teeth, but Adrien quickly proves that he watches hockey too as he wiggles out of his shirt before the topless model kicks you down the stairs leaving you holding his shirt and spilling your guns all over the stairwell. You topple down the stairs and smash the back of your head against the bricks at the bottom of the landing. "You just made a big fucking mistake, Agreste!" you shout as you get to your feet and throw your fists up. "You talk too much!" Adrien says as he kicks you in your head with his sneaker that felt more like an orange bolt of lightning knocking you on your hands and knees. "Why did it have to be like this? Why didn't you let me love you?" he says as he rattles your skull with another martial arts kick to your jaw. Adrien kicks you in your ribcage knocking you down another flight of stairs. You swing a strong right hand at his head with enough force to break his neck but the agile model dodges it and bloodies your nose with a hard jab. You bear hug the slender model and toss him down the stairs. He quickly jumps to his feet and kicks you in the chest while grabbing your collar before monkey-flipping you down the stairs. You realize that you've bitten off more than you can chew. You were an experienced brawler, but proved to be no match for the young martial artist who was winning his fight against you with ease. He knocks you over the railing sending you sprawling onto the floor below. You see your Striker laying on the ground and decide to pick it up. You were planning on using it to turn Adrien Agreste into two pretty little half Adriens. You grab the gun and roll onto your back giving it a quick pump before pointing it at him. He runs up and kicks the street-sweeper out of your hand as it skids across the floor with a clatter. You kick Adrien but he grabs your boot and kicks you in the knee. He climbs on top of you and straddles your body as he rattles your teeth with a barrage of short and quick punches. He grabs you by your collar and repeatedly slams the back of your head into the floor. "Why didn't you listen? We could have been friends! I never wanted this! Dense, stubborn, asshole!" he says as he pulls you into a hard headbutt and making you dizzy. You lay on your back breathing heavily knowing that your enemy has won. "Finish it!" you say as you open your jacket and show him the gun inside before you spit a mouthful of blood and a tooth in his face. Adrien grips you by your collar and cocks his fist back about to put out your lights with his familiar-looking silver ring. You close your eyes and grit your teeth expecting another punch to land, but instead he begins speaking to you.
"We met in the park, we were enemies back then. You used to cause me and Ladybug so much trouble. You smoke Coffin Nails brand cigarettes. You have a large bag of weed in your pocket. You've had sex with me multiple times. I used to come and visit you on the balcony at Le Grand Paris. You got me an autographed CD and poster from Jagged Stone. I took you to the Louvre and made you cum twice while we were there, and you almost got arrested. You saved my life and had Master Fu come and heal me. I lost my virginity to you, and you were the first person I ever smoked pot with. You once tipped a rude host at a very nice restaurant with a cum-soaked sock of yours. We spent all day yesterday drinking and doing absinthe and hanging out with my superhero friends. OUR superhero friends. We kissed during the fireworks atop the Eiffel tower and had sex up there, and we have a small padlock attached to the Pont des Arts. It's a small red padlock shaped like a heart. I'm not lying to you. I am Chat Noir, and I love you very much! Please stop this! Please let me love you! Please... stay with me." Adrien says much to your surprise. "Agreste... I don't know where you get your information from. I don't know if you're spying on me or what, but I swear if this is some sort of trick I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth and tear you apart whenever I find you!" you growl at the young model. "It's not a trick, I swear! I really AM Chat Noir, and I'm telling you the truth!" Adrien clarifies.
"He's right, you know. Everything he told you was the truth. He really IS Chat Noir. Every last word was true. Normally I don't involve myself in the affairs of mortals, but I can't watch this anymore. You two love each other (Yuck!), and I can't sit here and watch you kill each other." Plagg says as he emerges from Adrien's shirt across the room. "Plagg?" you say as you look over at the small kwami before looking up at Adrien's beautiful emerald green eyes. "C-Chaton?" you ask him. "Yes! Finally, yes! I am your chaton! I thought you'd NEVER believe me!" Adrien says as he hugs you tightly. "You were Adrien Agreste the whole time?" you ask him in shock and disbelief. "I was always Adrien Agreste. I only recently became Chat Noir." he explains to you. "Agreste, I had no idea." you reply before Adrien puts his fingertip vertically over your lips. "Shh... no more of that. Please don't call me Agreste anymore... call me Adrien. Doesn't it sound pretty how it just rolls off the tongue? Adrien." he says making you smile. "Ok, fine... Adrien. So what happens now? I got a flight to catch." you say as you lay on your back. "That's why I revealed my identity to you. It was the only way I could think of to get you to stay." he explains as he steals a kiss from your bloodied lips. "Agre- (sigh) Adrien, you know I can't afford to stay. I have to go back home. I'm about out of money." you explain to him. Adrien rummages in his pocket and drops something heavy on your chest. You look up and see a large stack of Euros sitting there. "That's 10,000 Euros, that's the best I could do on short notice. I can get you more if you need it." Adrien says as he rubs your bruised chest. "Adrien, I told you that I didn't want to take your money." you argue. "You're not taking it, I'm giving it to you. Consider it payment earned for making me the happiest man in Paris." he smiles sweetly. "You're a fucking hard guy to stay mad at, you know that?" you tease the young model. "You figured out my master plan!" he teases as he nibbles your neck happily. "Adrien, I can't just stay in Paris. This money will run out at the hotel quickly. I don't want to be a freeloader." you explain. "You're not a freeloader. I have something for you if you'll take it." Adrien says as he rummages in his pocket and sets a small black box on your chest. "What is that, Adrien?" you ask him curiously. "Hang on, if I'm going to show you then I have to do it right." he says as he gets up from on top of your chest and helps you back up to your feet. Adrien gets on his knee and opens the box. He pulls out a unisex ring with a wide band and a skull on it. Inside the mouth of the skull is a sizable diamond held in by metal vampire teeth. "Adrien, what is this?" you ask as he holds your hand and slides the skull ring onto your ring finger. "You mentioned wanting to get a skull ring, so I got you one. Will you make me the happiest man in France by spending the rest of your life with me?" he asks you with a hopeful smile. You look at your hand and examine the skull ring with the twinkling diamond in it. It was an elaborate engagement ring. "Adrien, are you SURE about this? I'm not exactly the sort of person you take home to your family. I'm loud, violent, and fucking crazy!" you warn your lover. "I know, and I wouldn't change anything about you. So will you marry me?" Adrien asks you. "I don't know, Adrien. Isn't this a bit sudden? I just met you a week ago. Are you sure you want to choose someone like me to spend the rest of your life with? You're beautiful and could have anyone you wanted." you explain as you look at the ring. "I know I could choose anyone I want, and I chose to put the ring on your finger. Stay with me, marry me, and let me take care of you and make you happy. I have more money than I even know what to do with and you'll be able to stay in Paris with me!" he explains. "Very well, Adrien. I'll be your spouse." you smile at him. "You will? Thank you, my amour!" he says quickly jumping to his feet and hugging you. "I guess I'm gonna miss my flight, huh?" you tease him as you give your fiance a loving kiss. "You're kidding right? Do you see the arsenal you spilled all over the stairs during your fight? Did you seriously believe that airport security would have let you anywhere near the plane? My master just saved you from a lengthy prison sentence!" Plagg says as he looks at the contents of your duffel bag that spilled out during your fight with Adrien.
"Plagg's right. You'd be in La Santé right now if I let you try to board the plane. I had to stop you. You're coming home with me. I really need a shower and some sleep. Care to join me?" Adrien asks as he presses his shirtless body against you. "That sounds nice. I would like to wash off all this blood anyway." you say as he helps you put your belongings and weapons back in your bag. "Thank you for agreeing to be my spouse. I promise I'll make you very happy." Adrien says as he hugs you tightly. "Cataclysm!" says the plushie in your pocket as Adrien squeezes you. "What was that?" he asks you as he squeezes you again. "Cataclysm!" your pocket says again. "Um... that? I bought this at the gift shop. I didn't think I'd ever see you again." you say as you show him the Chat Noir plushie you bought. "They made my butt too big. I'm thinner than that, and I'm not a chibi character." Adrien scoffs with a small smile. "He's almost as cute as you though... almost." you tease him as you kiss his cheek. "Come on, let's go home." Adrien says holding your hand and leading you out of the stairwell. You're all beat up and bloody and Adrien is shirtless and dirty carrying his shirt in his hand as his massive bodyguard runs over looking at Adrien with a worried look. "Don't worry, Gorilla. We're fine. Take us home please." Adrien instructs the large mute. Gorilla gestures at the blood on you and how dirty Adrien is from the fight. "Gorilla, I gave you an instruction. Take US home." Adrien says folding his arms and getting annoyed. Gorilla gestures some more but it's hard to understand the mute. He doesn't appear to be deaf, he's just unable to speak for some reason. "Gorilla, I don't care what my father says! If he ever wants to have me in another photoshoot, then he'll respect my fiance!" Adrien argues with the large mute. Gorilla looks at you with a surprised expression as you show him your skull ring. He gives you a friendly smile and a polite bow as he gestures you and Adrien to follow him to the car. Tennyson was full of shit.
Your time in Paris is officially supposed to be over. Lt. Raincomprix has issued a warrant for your arrest and La PP is currently looking for you.
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