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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 cautiously exit the bathroom and return to Adrian's bedroom half expecting to be karate kicked in the doorway. Adrien was quietly gritting his teeth and pummeling his punching bag. You watch the strong young hero punch and kick the bag muttering a slew of French profanities under his breath and possibly a few Chinese ones too. The word anger didn't accurately describe the rage in your fiance's heart. He was beyond livid. He felt heartbroken and betrayed and that he'd been bested by his clever British cousin which may have cut the Frenchman the deepest. You weren't completely familiar with the history of the countries of France and England, but you knew enough to know that they had a long and bloody history with each other that dated back centuries. Wars, naval battles, the clashing of swords and the explosions of cannons. For a person from either country to lose to someone from the other was devastating. You once saw a short film on YouTube called "Gentlemen" about a Frenchman fighting an Englishman over a woman that they both loved. The film was a comedic parody with giant steampunk robots, but it was still based in some historical fact. Not only did you betray your lover, but you made him lose to an Englishman. For a young patriotic Frenchman, that was a fate worse than death. You REALLY fucked up this time. You not only hurt him by cucking him in his own home by sucking off his cousin, but you gave the young Englishman something to brag about with his mates back home at his local pub about a Frenchman that he fucked over. You made Adrien a joke to them, and the famous model was very well-known around Europe if not globally. You hurt his ego and his image. You carefully walk over to Adrien as he continues brutalizing the punching bag and know that he was thinking of you. Normally you loved being on Adrien's mind, but as you watch him hit the bag with blows that would shatter your bones you wished he'd think of something else. Anything else but you. You take a deep breath and try to break the ice by joking with him. "You know I have a bad knee, right? If you kicked me over there, it would really do some damage and teach my stupid ass a lesson." you say as you point to a lower area on the bag that's roughly where your knee would be if you were suicidal enough to dare to stand in front of him. Adrien doesn't answer. He just looks at you and narrows his eyes before the ugliest look you've ever seen him make washes across the young model's perfect face. He lets out a loud martial arts shout and punches the bag off of its stand by hitting it directly where your face would be if you were standing in his way. You notice the bag is dented in at face-level as you watch it roll across his bedroom floor. If that were actually you, your face would have been shattered into fragments.
"Please, Adrien. I know I fucked up. Please let me make it up to you. I'll do anything. Literally anything if you just please forgive me. I would never cheat on you. I seriously thought that he was you playing a game with me. He never said a word, and I thought that the reason your clothes and hair looked like that was because you'd just come back from a photoshoot or something. I swear that I had no idea." you desperately try to explain to the fuming model. "You're fucking lucky that I love you as much as I do. REALLY lucky." Adrien says as he boots the heavy punching bag on his floor across his bedroom with a single powerful kick. "You've made your point, baby. You wear the pants in our relationship. I get it. I don't want to fight with you. You win. Whatever prize you want is yours. You can do to me whatever you want. I'll pour you some rum, I'll give you a joint, whatever you want is yours. Just please don't hate me anymore!" you beg him to stop this. You just want things to be like they were yesterday before all this nonsense with that fucking obnoxious Britbonger went down. "Are you deaf as well as stupid? I just fucking told you that I love you. I'm absolutely fucking irate with you right now, but I don't hate you. I love you. Fucking asshole." Adrien scowls still incredibly angry with you. "Adrien... I love you too. I'm really sorry about all of this. I would have hidden like you told me to. I thought he was you. Without the hairstyle, your faces are identical. I had a little rum and was so happy to see you. I just wanted to make you happy and I fucked up." you say as you look down and shuffle your feet nervously. "I'm going to take a fucking walk and decide what I'm going to do with you. You better pray to fucking God that I don't return with the fucking police department behind me. You keep your ass planted here in this room. Right fucking here. If you leave, I will find you and make you beg to be that bag on the floor over there. Do I make myself clear?" Adrien fumes at you. He didn't curse very often, but he threw a lot of them at you today. You better walk on eggshells or he was going to kick your pelvis into your stomach. You felt fortunate that he still loved you. He was extremely angry, but behind his rage love still shone through. You had hope when things seemed hopeless. "Yes, Mr. Agreste! Crystal clear!" you say giving him a serviceable French salute to the best of your shoddy abilities. "Don't be a smartass. I'm REALLY not in the mood. My name is Adrien. Mr. Agreste is my father." he says through gritted teeth trying to calm down and not curse or beat you to a pulp. "Ok! Yes sir, Adrien!" you say as you're almost willing to saw one of your arms off to put this debacle behind you and move on with your lover. "I'm leaving now. I need to think for a while." Adrien says as he grabs your hand. Your eyes widen unsure of what he's doing. You really hope he doesn't break your arm or something. He takes your hand and grabs your engagement ring between his fingers tightly before looking directly into your eyes. You freeze in terror. Your spine feels like glass and you feel a single bead of sweat roll down your spine. You knew EXACTLY what he was thinking, and he knew that you knew. He looks down and spins your skull ring around your finger. You were petrified that he was going to take it back and end your relationship. You're trembling with fear. He slides the ring slightly making your hand shake with worry. He looks back up into your eyes without saying a word. Not a single sound escapes his lips, not even a breath. You can't breathe either. You shiver as he decides the future of both of your lives. He narrows his eyes at you and slides the ring down a little further as you hear a panicked whimper escape your trembling lips. He looks at you and for a single brief moment, he considers ending your time together. He looks deeply into your eyes and searches your soul. You can feel him wordlessly questioning your intentions. His eyes are so intense that it almost feels like he's scorching a hole in your foolish head. He scowls at you still teeming with rage as he shoves the ring roughly back onto your finger and spins it back so that the skull faced upwards properly. He gives you a VERY stern and serious look and says something in French that you don't understand. "Tu m'appartiens et personne d'autre!" Adrien huffs at you before he gives you a short angry kiss and walks out the door. Your eyes roll back into your head and you pass out on his carpet.
You wake up on Adrien's rug and sit up holding your head. You were pretty sure that he wasn't going to leave you. He definitely considered it for a moment though. "There are more comfortable places to sleep in this house other than on the floor." you hear an unfortunately familiar British voice behind you say. "Go fuck yourself, Felix." you growl angrily as you turn around to face him. He was casually sitting in Adrien's chair smoking a cigarette. "Fancy a fag? You look like you've seen a bloody ghost." Felix chuckles as he holds out a pack of Treasurer cigarettes offering you one. "Sometimes, it depends on if they're cute or not." you shrug wondering why he was using such rude slang. Felix winces at your stupidity. The well-educated Englishman wasn't used to people like you. "No, a fag is a cigarette. I didn't mean men that bugger each other for fuck's sake. I'm offering you a smoke." the frustrated Brit says as he shakes his head in disbelief. "Adrien doesn't want us smoking in his room." you explain to the arrogant young man. "Adrien's not here, is he? I can keep a secret if you can. Go on, take one." Felix insists. You cautiously take one of his British cigarettes. You almost expected it to explode in your hand or poison you. You DESPISED Felix. Not only had he caused Adrien to become infuriated with you, but he also ruined your opinion of British people. You had grown up with the assumption that the English were jolly people like Mr. Bean or that bitch with the umbrella that sings all the time. You loved James Bond films and saw most of them until they cast that weird blonde guy and ruined the series. You saw the bulk of the episodes of Red Dwarf and Monty Python, you loved Ozzy, Iron Maiden, and The Smiths, and thought the word "wanker" was one of the funniest things you'd ever heard in your life. They cook grilled cheese in the oven, but otherwise seemed like a decent people. Felix changed all that. You didn't know that bad British people existed. Felix made you understand why the English usually played villains in the movies. It was more than just the classy villain accent.
"Go ahead, take it. It's not a badger or anything. It's not going to bite you!" Felix says with a friendly smile that makes you uncomfortable. He looked EXACTLY like Adrien. Same blonde hair, same green eyes. It was really creepy. The only difference was the hairstyle and his nicer clothing. You take a Treasurer cigarette from the pack nervously as Felix lights it for you like a polite gentleman. "There you go. I know I'm not your favorite person right now. Think of it as a peace offering of sorts. You're my cousin's mate, we should be friends." Felix smiles at you politely giving you a gut feeling that he's insincere. "You tricked me into to sucking your disgusting cock, you asshole." you sneer at him while you smoke your cigarette hoping Adrien doesn't catch you doing this shit too. "You didn't hear me complaining though, did ya?" Felix says as he laughs hysterically before taking a drag of his cigarette. "Are all British people douchebags like you? Or did I draw the fucking short straw? Speaking of SHORT straws, I'm glad you found me skilled." you grin rudely at your new enemy. "A short willy joke? Is that the best that you've got? You know that a crack on me is a crack on your mate, right? We're identical. If my willy is short, so is Adrien's. Thank you for playing. Would you like to advance to the lightning round?" Felix laughs fearlessly of you as he calmly smokes his cigarette. "What the fuck do you want from me anyway, Felix?" you ask as you smoke your cigarette. "I want to be your friend, I already told you! Are all people from your country this daft, or did I draw the short straw?" Felix smirks at you. "You're not my friend, you're a fucking idiot!" you shout at him. "Was that a Shaun of the Dead reference? See? We've got things in common! We'll become VERY good friends!" Felix grins at you having fun tormenting you. "What if I don't want to be friends, Felix? What happens then? What if I want to put you on a slow boat across the channel and sink that motherfucker before it gets back to England?" you grin right back at him.
"Funny that you should ask! I know I certainly had a jolly good laugh. Here's what happens!" Felix chuckles as he puts his cigarette in his mouth and reaches into his vest before pulling out a scroll. He unravels the scroll and shows it to you. It was a wanted poster with a very clear picture of you on it with the phrase: "Recherché mort ou vif! 50,000 Euro récompense!" written on it in French. "You're going to turn me in, aren't you?" you ask as you smoke your cigarette and glance at your duffel bag under Adrien's bed. "Not if you do EXACTLY what I say! Or... 50,000 Euros would be enough to get a very nice Union Jack airbrushed onto the hood of my car." Felix says as he returns the scroll to his pocket and smokes his cigarette. "You're blackmailing me?!" you say as your eyes widen. "Blackmail is such a dreadfully ugly word, isn't it? I prefer the term: Insurance policy." Felix chuckles as he finishes his cigarette and stubs it out on the forehead of a framed picture of Adrien. "Insurance policy?" you ask him as you finish your cigarette and extinguish it on your tongue. "Ugh. Charming. Yes, you heard me correctly. Insurance policy. I'm ensuring that you'll be my friend and show me around Paris. Refusal is not an option I'm afraid." he smirks smugly at you. "I guess I have no choice then. Let me get my duffel bag and I'll go." you say as you think of a nasty revenge scheme. "Relax, you don't need your purse. We aren't going far. Let's go see the sights! I'd love to learn more about French history." he grins as he grabs your wrist and drags you out the door. You take one last look at your duffel bag before Adrien's bedroom door shuts behind you.
You really hope that Adrien doesn't return before you do.
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