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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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The air was cooler at night, a welcome reprieve after the suffocating heat of the day. Ladybug swung from building to building, enjoying the rush of air. She had needed to get out after spending the day cloistered in her windowless studio, then having to trudge home in the unbearable warmth when she couldn't find a private place to transform. Tikki had been asleep in her purse, anyway, and she disliked her naps being interrupted for nonessential purposes.
After she had gotten home and fed Tikki, Marinette had fed herself and languished on the couch, thinking about her life.
Papillon had been getting quieter and quieter the last few months, which had Marinette wondering if he was as motivated as he used to be.
Has he given up on getting our Miraculouses? she pondered.
The concept was strange, almost alien. She had been fighting him for a decade now, and had come no closer to identifying him. The press and the public were frustrated by hers and Chat Noir's lack of progress, but there was little they could do. It wasn't as if Papillon was in the habit of putting himself out in the field.
He fights like a coward, she thought scornfully, as she ran over the tops of office buildings.
The upside was, this lack of action left her and Chat Noir free to fight regular crimes. On the surface, the police disapproved of their vigilantism, but underneath the show of wronged authority, they appreciated the assistance. Regular crimes happened too fast and too regularly for the police to be able to keep up with, so when she and Chat Noir intervened, it was a welcome relief to the victims and the police.
She heard the sounds of a scuffle. Speaking of, she thought, with a smirk.
The would-be car jackers were scared off, and the elderly gentleman, who had been their intended victim, was profusely grateful. He gave her a paper bag full of plums as a reward. She accepted them graciously, then went on her way.
After another half hour, she decided to call it a night.
Her phone was ringing when she detransformed on her balcony.
She hurried inside, and rushed to the kitchen counter where she had left the phone.
She swiped the screen, but didn't recognise the number. 'Hello?'
There was a moment of silence, then the dial tone sounded.
She raised an eyebrow at it. 'Huh.'
'Is something wrong?' asked Tikki, as she hovered by Marinette's shoulder.
She shook her head. 'Wrong number, I think. Hey, how would you like it if I baked you some biscuits in the morning?'
Tikki stuck her tongue out, her brow cutting into a sharp V. 'No thanks.'
'Oh, come on. Why not?'
'You always burn them. I'd rather not waste the ingredients on something inedible, and it makes me sad to have to throw away biscuits.'
Marinette's breath left her in a whoosh. 'Well, of all the - '
She was cut off when her phone rang again. Scowling at Tikki, she answered it without checking to see who had called. 'Hello?'
Again, there was a moment of silence before the dial tone sounded down the line.
'Ugh, what idiot calls the same wrong number twice?'
'Maybe it was two separate idiots?' Tikki offered.
With a thoughtful hum, Marinette checked the call history. The numbers were identical.
'Nope, it's the same idiot. Whatever, I'm having a shower.'
She turned her phone off, then went to the bathroom, happily depositing her sweaty clothes into the hamper.

Saturday morning dawned overcast and humid. Marinette groaned in displeasure, and rolled over, pulling her sheet over her head.
She dozed for an indeterminate amount of time, before a persistent knocking on her front door forced her out of bed. She pulled on some underwear and an oversized t shirt, before shuffling down the short hall to the door.
She peeked through the peep hole, but the person on the other side had covered it with a finger.
There's only one person obnoxious enough to do that, she thought, sourly.
'Hey, Alya, what's up?' she asked, after she unlocked and pulled the door open.
Alya bounced inside, eyes alight with excitement. 'Hey, Girl, I haven't seen you in ages,' she declared, wrapping Marinette in a bear hug.
She patted Alya's back in return. 'It's good to see you, too. Hush though, you might wake the neighbours.'
'Too late,' muttered a surly voice from across the hall.
Marinette and Alya turned around with matched guilty expressions, though Alya's was short-lived.
'Adrien?' she blurted in astonishment.
He gave them a weary smile and a feeble wave. 'S'up.'
'Go back to bed,' Marinette told him. 'I'll try to keep Alya's volume down.'
He nodded, and closed his door.
Alya turned back to Marinette with an accusatory expression. 'You didn't tell me Adrien moved in right across from you,' she exclaimed.
Marinette gave her a reproachful look before closing the door. 'Keep it down. Of course I haven't told you, we've barely said boo to each other in weeks.'
'You could have called me. In fact, I believe you did, twice,' Alya argued.
Rolling her eyes, she replied, 'he hadn't moved in yet the first time I called. The second time I rang, you were busy screwing Nino. I'm not going to talk to you while you're having sex. In fact, you were having sex both times, if I recall correctly.'
With a pout, Alya flounced inside and sat on the couch. 'I tried to call you this morning, but I couldn't get through. Did you turn your phone off?'
'So that's why you're here. Yeah, some dimwit kept calling me and hanging up, so I just turned it off.' She made a pot of tea as she spoke, then sat with Alya, holding out a delicate cup for her.
Alya accepted it with a smile. 'Was it just some auto machine, or something?'
'Huh. That makes more sense than someone getting the same wrong number twice in a row.'
'What did they say?'
'Nothing. It was quiet, then the dial tone.'
Alya rubbed her chin with her free hand. 'Or, you have a stalker.'
Marinette blew a raspberry with her lips as she waved a dismissive hand. 'As if. But, tell me about you. Things are going good with Nino, I take it?'
Alya's smile widened. 'He's the best thing to ever happen to me. Things are so good right now. I'm thinking of asking him to marry me, soon.'
Marinette choked on her tea. 'No way. How can you say something like that so casually? When did you think of this? Why? For the love of God, why haven't you told him yet?'
'I wanted to see your reaction. I've been thinking of it for about two weeks, and I want to because I love him and he's the literal best at everything. The only reason I haven't said anything to him is because I don't want to scare him off.'
Marinette set her teacup on the coffee table, then lunged forward to grip Alya's shoulders. 'Are you crazy? He's nuts about you. He'd go buck wild if you proposed.'
Alya looked almost shy. 'You really think so?' she asked, with a small smile.
'Yes,' Marinette answered, emphatically. 'I've seen how he looks at you. I swear, if you don't ask him, he's going to lost patience and ask you first.'
Alya drew back, her eyes wide. 'You're right. We can't have that.'
Marinette laughed. 'Your pride will get the better of you one day.'
'But today is not that day. Now, tell me about Adrien. When did he move in?'
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