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Dangerous Games	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 11603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. Miraculous Ladybug is the intellectual property of Thomas Astruc and released by Zag studios. No profit was made writing this story.

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Marinette knocked on Adrien's door, balancing a box of pastries on one hip. Carrying the gifts for Adrien and Luka home had been burdensome, but she was glad she did it when she saw Adrien's face light up. He opened the door wider, a smile on his lips despite his obvious fatigue.
'Please tell me that intoxicating aroma is from your parents' bakery,' he begged.
She nodded. 'It is.'
He held out an arm, gesturing her inside. Marinette entered, looking curiously about. The layout of Adrien's apartment was different from hers. The kitchen and lounge room was an open plan, like hers, but his kitchen was placed to the right, while the other rooms were down a short hall beyond it. His apartment was clean and sparsely decorated, with only the basic furniture and a few photographs to indicate his personal tastes.
Marinette turned to him. 'Where would you like me, uh, these?' She hefted the box, hoping he had missed her slip.
'On the kitchen counter, please,' he answered with a pleasant smile. 'So, what brings you here, first thing in the morning, and bearing gifts, no less?'
She put the box down and turned back to him, suddenly feeling shy. 'Well, it was your idea I get my number changed, and since then I've had no more weird calls. This was just to say thank you.'
His smile softened. 'You're very welcome.'
Marinette felt a blush warm her face.
Stop acting like a giddy schoolgirl, she berated herself. Nothing's been made official, but aren't you with Chat Noir now?
She felt her blush recede, albeit slowly. She couldn't pinpoint an exact moment, but over the last few days, her thoughts had been taken up more and more by Chat Noir until she had to admit that her feelings were neither platonic nor purely carnal. He had been her partner for a decade, she knew him better than she knew anyone, yet the realisation that she may have come to love him came slowly.
Now, however, it was an undeniable truth. She loved Chat Noir, but her feelings for Adrien had not faded one iota. She silently cursed her indecisive and amorous heart.
'Would you do me the honour of accompanying me over a shared repast, Marinette?'
She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. 'I'm sorry, what was that?'
'Would you like to join me for breakfast?' he repeated. 'I have some black cherry tea, somewhere, too.'
'A cup of tea sounds great,' she agreed.
She sat at the counter while he busied himself with the preparations. He was still in his pyjamas, his hair a tangled mess, and his feet were bare, but he wasn't self-conscious. He placed a pot of tea and a dainty cup before her, then arranged a selection of pastries on a plate to share. Then, he sat in front of her and bit into a croissant with a satisfied hum.
Marinette held her cup in front of her lips, hiding her smile. 'Good?'
He nodded happily, his mouth still full. He swallowed, then asked, 'you're not hungry?'
'I've already had breakfast. Besides, that's your gift.'
Grinning appreciatively, he took another large bite. 'If this is how you express your thanks, I should do things for you more often.'
'You would use me so callously? To think I thought you were above such things, Sir,' she teased.
'I don't just love you for your buns, Marinette,' he winked at her.
Her blush returned, more furiously than before. She sipped her tea, rather than respond to his quip.
'Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. So, how have you been? I feel like it's been ages since we just talked.'
She put the cup down and smiled at him. 'I've been fine. Nothing new here. Oh, there is one thing.'
'What's that?'
'Did you leave a present outside my apartment door last night, a doll?'
Adrien looked puzzled. 'No, it wasn't me. Someone gave you a doll?'
'Yeah, in a plain box tied with twine. There was no note, nothing.'
'What kind of doll was it?'
Marinette furrowed her brow and frowned. 'It was a replica of me.'
Adrien frowned too. 'Show me.'
Marinette darted back to her place, fetched the box out from under the coffee table, then returned to Adrien's. She handed him the box, and watched silently as he untied the string and opened it.
He lifted out the doll with a low whistle. 'It's really well made. It looks just like you.'
'Yeah, right down to the freckles and underwear,' she murmured as she sat back at the counter.
He looked up at her with one eyebrow raised, then lifted up the doll's blouse.
'Hey,' Marinette protested, as she tried to snatch the doll back.
Adrien leaned back, holding the doll away from her.
'Give her back, you perv,' she ordered.
'I was just checking, you know, for scientific purposes.'
'There is no science here, so why are you even trying to look?'
He shrugged. 'You mentioned the underwear was the same. Naturally, my curiosity got the better of me.'
She made a noise of disgust. 'That sounds like something Chat Noir would say,' she muttered under her breath.
'Oh, and what do you know of Paris' number one sexy superhero and one half of our beloved duo?' Adrien leered at her, waggling his eyebrows.
'Nothing,' she answered, too quickly. 'So, what do you make of that?' she nodded toward the doll still in his possession.
He brought it back to the countertop with a thoughtful frown. He turned it over and around, inspecting it from all angles. 'I honestly don't know. Try asking around, maybe someone else left it for you.'
She hummed in agreement, before quietly finishing her tea while Adrien told her about his week. She was unsurprised to hear he'd been too busy to speak with her as often as he usually would, and winced in sympathy as he told her about Nino. She told him what little she knew of Alya's plans, but none of that would be able to get back to Nino.
Finally, she took her leave to return the doll to her place. There, she put it back in its box, then retrieved the other parcel of pastries.

After knocking, she waited patiently outside Luka's door, listening for his footfalls. After a lengthy silence, she knocked again, louder. Inside, there was a muffled thud, followed by a string of profanities, then an uneven gait thumping down the hall.
Luka inched open his door, squinting in the light. 'Who's there? Marinette? Come on in.'
She walked past him and into his chaotic maze of stuff. Items of every sort lined the walls, some piled as high as Luka himself. Stacks of books sat beside his couch and on the windowsills, while instruments of every variety littered all available bench space. Clothes were strewn all over, tools lay wherever he had last used them, and boxes created more walls, making his apartment feel smaller than it actually was. Somewhere, an old clock chimed.
Marinette stepped into the relatively uncluttered kitchenette, and placed the box on the cold stovetop. 'I just wanted to bring you this, as a thank you for coming with me to get my number changed. I haven't received any more strange calls since then.'
Luka smiled softly at her. 'I'm glad to hear it. Thanks for this,' he said, peering into the box. His face was unreadable as he closed it again.
Marinette wrung her hands. 'Don't you like it?'
'Of course I do. It's a gift from you.'
'I can get you something else,' she went on.
He held up a hand and shook his head. 'You didn't have to get me anything. Really, I appreciate the thoughtfulness and I assure you, these will get a good home.'
Marinette felt her shoulders relax. It hadn't occurred to her to ask if he liked pastries, but Luka wouldn't lie to her. He had never had any compunctions about telling people if he didn't like something.
'I'm sorry I woke you up,' she apologised, with a grimace.
He waved nonchalantly. 'It was time I got up anyway. There are things I'm supposed to be doing today.'
Marinette blinked up at him. 'On a Saturday?'
'Yeah, I have to call the drummer to smooth over a few ruffled feathers, visit Mum, and get some groceries. Nothing major, though.'
'Calling the drummer sounds pretty major.'
Luka shrugged. 'He'll forget everything if I offer to buy him a drink.'
'I should let you go, then.' She turned to leave, then spun back around, her index finger raised.
Luka regarded her with an amused grin. 'Forget something?'
'Did you leave a package outside my apartment last night? A box wrapped in plain paper and twine?'
His eyebrows lowered as he frowned. 'No, not me. Did you open it?'
'Of course I opened it,' she retorted.
Luka rubbed his chin. 'What was inside?'
'A doll made to look just like me.'
His eyebrows shot back up again, vanishing under his fringe. 'Creepy.'
'Yes. So, you didn't see anyone loitering around, hear anything odd last night?'
Shaking his head, he replied, 'no, nothing. Whoever left it must've known to go when no one would be around.'
'Could it have been someone else in this building?'
'Hard to say. I'll ask around, see if anyone saw anything for you.'
Marinette heaved a sigh of relief. 'Thanks, I'd appreciate that.'
'No problem.'
Luka smiled pleasantly as Marinette bade him farewell and left. She took the stairs back to her apartment, then closed the door behind her.
'Did you find anything out?' asked Tikki, as she floated over to sit on Marinette's shoulder.
Marinette shook her head. 'No, neither Adrien nor Luka saw anything unusual last night. We're back to square one.'
'Well, you'll have to think on it later. Alya sent you a text while you were gone. She said to meet her at the café for lunch. I don't think it was a request.'
Marinette picked up her phone, excited. 'Yay, the new number works. I'd better get ready if we're to make it by lunch time'
She bustled about, gathering her things, while Tikki waited patiently in her purse. Then she set off, eagerly anticipating her conversation with Alya.

'What do you mean he thinks I want to break up?' demanded Alya, aghast.
Marinette shrugged. 'That's what Adrien told me. Can you blame him, though? You've been so secretive about your proposal plans.'
'God, that drama queen,' Alya grumbled. 'I'm going to have to bump up my schedule because of him.'
'Does this mean you'll finally fill me in on what you have planned?' Marinette folded her arms over the table with an expectant expression.
Alya's cheeks turned ruddy. 'Well, it wasn't going to be some grand gesture, or over the top production. I was just waiting until his birthday.'
'Nino's birthday isn't for another two months,' Marinette pointed out.
'I know that,' Alya huffed. 'I just wanted it to be special.'
'So, what were you going to do?'
Alya's gaze grew distant. 'I was going to cook him dinner, then suggest we go out for a walk.'
'Then propose under the lights of the Eiffel Tower?' Marinette interrupted.
Alya scowled. 'No. Then, I'd suggest we go back home for dessert.'
'Then the ring would be on top of the ice cream, or at the bottom of a cherry pie?' Marinette guessed again.
'No. Shut up and let me finish. Then, I was going to blindfold him, tie him to the bed, and fuck him senseless. I was going to slip the ring on while he was still delirious. There's no way he could say no in that state.'
Marinette's expression fell. 'How romantic,' she said, flatly.
Alya threw her arms up. 'I'm not you. I don't do gushy, romantic scenes. I'm a hot blooded woman. I have basic needs and requirements. Nino is the same.'
Marinette held her hands up. 'Ok, ok, I get it. Simple people, simple pleasures. You do you, or you do Nino, in this case.'
Alya crossed her arms with a firm nod. 'Damn straight. Now, how're things going with you? I see your new number finally works.'
Marinette tapped the side of her glass, the condensation pooling around the base. 'Yeah, things are ok, I guess. Something weird came up last night, though.'
Alya leaned forward, eyes agleam. 'Weird, like what?'
Shifting in her seat Marinette's eyes remained focussed on her drink. 'Someone left a doll on my doorstep last night. It looks exactly like me, my hair, my clothes, even the underwear is an exact replica of my favourite set. I want to think it's harmless, but the more I dwell on it, the creepier it feels. You wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you?'
Alya's eyes were wide. 'I'm afraid I can't help you, Girl. But that is super creepy, there's no other word for it. Hey, maybe your stalker has stepped it up a notch.'
Marinette shuddered. 'Please don't say that.'
Shrugging, Alya said, 'I calls it like I sees it.'
'I can't help but feel you're being very blasé about this.'
'Well, you probably wont die.'
'Why are we friends, again?'
'Because no one else will put up with your drama,' Alya replied, with a cheeky wink.
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