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Aventure Amoureuse	By : Baron Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 5011 -:- 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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Author's note: This story is written in POV format. You are the hero, the villain, the lover, and the homewrecker. It's also meant to be gender and country neutral so men or women from any country can read it for the same experience. Characters in the story are true to the show as best as I could write them, and I added a few new characters and enemies for the reader as well.
It's been about six months since the love of your life ran off with your best friend. Your life has become monotonous. All you do anymore is drink, work, and wish for your life to end. Every day feels like a dagger in your heart. You're tired of your friends trying to cheer you up with stupid metaphors about fish in the sea. Tired of your smug boss that makes twice what you do for doing only half the work. You're sick of life in your country and desperately need a change of scenery. You feel yourself snort a sarcastic chuckle at the thought of getting away. "They don't pay me enough to save up for a trip, who am I kidding?" you think to yourself as you knock back another three fingers of hard liquor. "Besides, love is meant for the winners, and here I am halfway through a bottle of rotgut on a work night. Maybe my ex is right, maybe I am a loser" you tearfully mutter to yourself. You finish your drink and stagger to your feet and begin to head towards your bedroom to start this toxic cycle over again tomorrow, but have the feeling you forgot something today. What did you forget? You remembered your morning routine of crying in the shower and working at a thankless job until you drown your sorrows at home and pass out. You glance at the red circle on the calendar on your fridge. "RENT DUE FRIDAY" it says in bold letters staring back at you in an almost mocking fashion. "I never got the mail." you say aloud to an audience of no one. You sigh at the almost sobering silence and make your way out front to your mailbox. You collect your mail from the box and shuffle through them with your typical apathy and minor annoyance. "Bill, bill, rent, pizza ads..." you mutter to yourself in a bland and blase tone until one of the letters catches your eye. It was a thick envelope with a heavy overseas stamp on it smudging over the Eiffel tower that was printed on the envelope. It had the word "WINNER!" in thick red letters on the front of the envelope printed in both French and your native language. "This is a scam!" you think to yourself as you tightly grasp the letter about to tear it in half. Just then, the small print catches your eye. "Fragile: Ticket enclosed. Do not bend or tear." Curiously you take a butter knife from your kitchen drawer and carefully pry the envelope open. There's several pages of paperwork wrapped around a round trip airline ticket. The papers explain to you in your language and French that you have been randomly selected for a one week all expenses paid trip to Paris France. You clasp a hand over your mouth after letting out a laugh that was much louder than you were expecting. Apparently your downstairs neighbor heard it too as they swear at you while pounding their ceiling with a broom handle calling you a drunk and telling you to shut up. "There must be some mistake." you think to yourself "I never win anything. Especially a trip to another country." Then you remember the magazine subscription you bought from those kids trying to earn money for their school. Maybe you were entered into the contest that way somehow. You shrug and continue reading the letter as best as you can since you don't speak or read French, but you get the basic gist of it from your own language. A cab will pick you up at home and drive you to the airport on Sunday morning.Your flight is for 8am sharp and a reservation has been booked for you at a place called: "Le Grand Paris" on the top floor penthouse suite. "Sounds swanky." you say aloud while pouring yourself yet another night cap. You finish your drink as the room softly spins around you. Your head is swimming with more than just the booze. Is that... optimism? You haven't felt optimism in ages and maybe this trip is your way out of your self-destructive rut since your ex turned your world on it's ear.
That night you fell asleep relaxed and content thinking about French bread and various landmarks and tourist traps.
In the morning you regret your last drink from yesterday. Your head feels like someone hammered a spike through your eye socket. Nothing a couple of cups of black coffee won't cure. You have a little time before work to sober up some more anyway. Your mind begins to wander and you remember the letter. "Was that a dream? Am I starting to hallucinate from booze and depression?" You quickly realize that it was indeed no dream. There on your end table sits the letter and the ticket both sitting under your glass from last night acting as a makeshift paperweight. You look at your calendar, the rent is due today and you have to be ready to leave early on Sunday. The cab company will call you a day in advance to confirm, but you know what time you need to be ready by. You finish your coffee and shower making sure to drop your rent check in your landlords mail slot before heading off to the job you despise. That day at work Murphy's law was in full effect. If it could go wrong, it went wrong twice. You've never been more eager to punch a timecard and your boss at the same time. Eventually, time has mercy on you and you hurry home, only this time it's to pack not to drink. You fill your bags with enough clothes to last you a week and spend the rest of the night online researching France. Contrary to what you previously believed, they don't all wear mime shirts and walk around with baguettes like in the cartoons. Paris is a beautiful city full of people that looked friendly and lively. You continue scrolling and soaking in French architecture, You let out a sad sigh while seeing pictures of lovers kissing atop the Eiffel tower, but your smile doesn't waver. If your depression was a person, you just broke it's nose. You're in too good of a mood to let your sadness consume you. You're going on a trip to a country you've never been to and you're positively brimming with optimism.
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