So much More

"Okay - we get over there, when the rain stops for a moment. Need to hurry, though… Or we just wait here, until the rain stops… It will surely stop soon, don't you think?"

Of course there was a repair shop. Not too far away, opened for emergencies - and Adrien's car really was one of those.

It would take some days to repair it. It would cost Adrien good money - part of it he paid in advance. To hopefully get the job done a little faster and for them to stay silent about the whole incident.

Downside to that was, that they both still needed to get home.

…adding to the fact, that a huge summerly thunderstorm has started.

So they could have taken a taxi - quite the obvious choice there. Both had still enough money, even though Adrien insisted on paying for the whole thing. But Marinette wouldn't let him pay - not after everything, that has happened.

They had called one and it arrived ten minutes later.

But the driver immediately recognized Adrien - yelled at him, that he wouldn't drive anybody from the 'Agreste Pack' and drove away with squeaking tires.

They didn't try for another time.

And with that the only way to get home, was to take the metro - which shouldn't be a problem. Both would need to take separate lines and both would be home way before midnight - enough time for her to get to the Eiffel Tower to meet with Chat.

But of course Adrien had other - nobler - plans. To get her home first. Making sure, that she arrived safely. She didn't mind - yet felt bad, that he would get home at such a late hour… Apart from that she was very able to do it herself - get home safely and as Ladybug she would have been there in the matter of a few minutes.

But she couldn't tell him that - fully ignored the fact, that she had almost revealed her identity to him, dearly hoping, that he would forget her words and her demand for him to listen to her completely.

Apart from that - it just nice to spend a few more minutes with him after such a long, straining day.

…maybe…she should invite him to sleep over at her place. He could sleep and get up well rested to get to his work at the bakery. Maybe they could eat a little breakfast together. And talk… just keeping the other company…

But - What should he wear? Where would he sleep? Would he take it as an invitation for more? Wait - did she want more? She wanted to, couldn't deny the excitement, that surged through her body at the very thought of it. But they haven't talked about the current progression of their relationship just yet. And starting out with sex - wait! No! Why did these lewd thoughts even dare to cross her mind for a short second! Urgh… surely because she had given in to Chat's magnificent lips and later hands - estrogen and lust desire skyrocketing ever since.

And Adrien was just the sweetest guy on this world - he would never use an invitation as an excuse to make out and to get into her bed and-

Nooooo - no more thinking about sex!

She certainly shouldn't be up at such a late hour - she clearly started to show severe signs of tired craziness - it surely wasn't helping, either, that she would meet with Chat at midnight.

Apart from that - she couldn't bring herself to speak up about it - the invitation to sleep at her place…

Sure - he was seeing her silence as tiredness. Caressed her back, as they stood in the crowded train. Her arm. Hand. Smiled warmly and apologetically and stayed quiet mostly himself.

He couldn't know, that she was panicking inside, thoughts jumping back and forth between inviting him over and the possible things he would see in her offer.

And in all honesty- she felt pretty bad to even think that!

So there were the two of them some time later - standing at the entrance of the metro station, that was closest to Marinette's flat.

Watching, as the rain mercilessly fell from the sky. Thunder drummed above them, rumbling deep into their bones and a lightning would illuminate the darkness occasionally.

"It will go on like that until 3 in the morning…", she mumbled beside him, as she looked on her phone, reading the weather forecast on her app. Showing it to Adrien. "See… Do you really want to stay here for that long?"

He sighed.

"Yep… We are screwed…"

"We could run. It's about five minutes from here, if we hurry. A little more than ten, when we would walk casually…"

He chuckled.

"I wonder how many times you had to run, because you were running late…"

She stuck out her tongue to him and put her phone back into her purse.

"I am barely late anymore! So?"

He took her hand and nodded.

"Running it is!"

She didn't even have a chance to say something against it. Was dragged along and out in the warm summer rain. Squealing, as the drops hit her warm skin.

Felt soaked all over in a matter of seconds, hair immediately sticking to her skin and her clothes to her whole body. He didn't look any better - and yet so stunning, as he ran through the summer rain.

Adrien was fast, but she was able to keep his pace. Tightly grasped onto his hand, in fear, that it would slip from her - but thankfully it didn't.

They made it underneath the first shelter - an awing in front of a closed store. Both breathed heavily and leaned against the wall. Laughed with heaving chests and soaked bodies.

"Should have read the forecast…", Adrien laughed, brushing the wetness off his face with both hands as he let go of her briefly and smiled down at her.

"And we should have taken an umbrella for one of these occasions…", she added teasingly.

"Oh…I remember a certain somebody, who still has my umbrella at home~" She blushed, and she knew exactly who that person was. Recalled that day - only a week ago - when the met at the hospital, where her father had an appointment and where his mother stayed. She still didn't know, how she would ever be able to thank Karma for such a happy accident- was happy, that Adrien was back in her life. It had been raining on that day as well - though he had been prepared and handed her his umbrella in the end - it waited patiently ever since on her hall stand to be returned to his owner. "Though… I believe, that it's two by now! What happened to the one I gave you back in school? Mhm?"

Marinette could only giggle - remembering that one as well - while he put his hands on his hips, cooking his head, to look back at her in a silly, mocking way.

"I still have both, if you want to know. The older one is still at my parents house - you can ask them tomorrow for the black umbrella and they'll give it right back to you…"

"Nah - they can keep it! I still have plenty at home…" A lopsided grin played on his lips and he shrugged. "Then there is one at your place and not one here with us to keep us dry. Luck really isn't on our side today…"

"Maybe if you are lucky, then I will give you your umbrella back…"

"If I am lucky?" She heard the glee in his voice and it was oddly satisfying. For she was amazed, that after such a harsh event he still kept on smiling and laughing and teasing, "Sounds like a challenge to me. And you wouldn't challenge me, would you?"

Her worries and panicked thoughts from a little earlier were gone, as she heard these words. Her will to win was sparked so easily - she remembered a time, when Chat could do that to her, before they would have chased each other across the rooftops of Paris as a silly little game of theirs.

Funny - that Adrien could do that to her as well… in such an easy way.

Therefore, she smirked, stepping to the edge of their shelter and looked down the streets. It was completely empty - of course, it was late and barely a sane person would dare to leave their home with that thunderstorm, that was currently going on.

"Down the street and first one to the left… My place isn't too far away anymore…" She grinned and looked over her shoulder. Back to him. "We are already soaked, so it shouldn't matter anyway, if we continue to run in the rain. So-"

She didn't have the time to finish, for Adrien has already started their silly little chase. Brushing past her, across the empty road.

Not caring about the rain at all.

But Marinette wouldn't let that one slide so easily - especially when he was playing dirty.

She could play dirty as well!

Thankfully she knew a way around the official route she had given him. If she would only hurry, then - perhaps- she could make it in time!

So the young woman started to run as well - across the road and down the alleyway, that was straight ahead from her - her time as Ladybug paying of, as she navigated with ease past the dumpsters and around the tight corners.

Slithering across the wet pavement, as she took a turn. Right - coming from the other side, like Adrien would do.

Speeding up.

Seeing her goal.

Adrien emerging from the darkness and rain in front of her - surprised and confused to see her so suddenly emergingas well.

Both were close.

Only a few more steps.

And…

…they crashed into each other right in front of the door.

Marinette would have fallen, if it wasn't for the young man, who was able to balance the two of them, holding onto her tightly.

Sure - their poor bones might be hurting from the impact, maybe they would find light bruises in the morning, but both couldn't care less and couldn't help themselves, but laugh.

"You were playing dirty, Monsieur Agreste!"

"I was playing dirty? Who was the one, taking a shortcut, Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng?"

"Nobody said, I couldn't use it! But starting a race too early isn't a gentleman's move!"

Gosh… they were silly. Wouldn't stop laughing, while they kept on holding the other. Probably to keep the other from tumbling over. Or just to keep warm and save.

Marinette certainly didn't mind - basked in this very feeling of having Adrien there for as long as possible.

And he…he didn't seem to mind either…

"So… did I win my umbrella?", he asked cheekily and loudly over the rain. "Though… I don't believe it would help me right now. I mean - look at us! We are soaking wet! I don't even know where my clothes start and where my body ends…"

"You won it! And… for your clothes-", she spoke, before her mind could have formed this very thought to the very end. "I still have the shirt and pants you have borrowed me on Sunday. I washed them. I also - most certainly- wouldn't mind, if you stayed over for the night…"

Oh, merde - did she just say that out loud?

Well… she did and couldn't take it back anymore.

…and wouldn't, for it was the right thing to do.

But…didn't she agree on meeting Chat at midnight by the Eiffel Tower? She wouldn't be able to sneak out and away. On the other hand - would Chat be there, when the rain continued to come down like that? And with the thunderstorm going on it surely wasn't the smartest idea at all!

Yet, Adrien didn't answer right now. Hesitated - a thought seemingly crossing his own mind.

Eventually he smiled warmly and nodded.

"Okay…" He breathed and his answer alone relaxed her, again.

They finally parted, though she already started to miss the warmth, that his body was offering. The feeling of comfort and safety.

Suddenly she felt so small, again, and it was almost surreal to her, as she stepped up the stairs to the front door. Opening it in unknown hurry - worried, that fumbling with the key would have given him a wrong impression and Adrien was following close behind.

Heck - what has she done?

Though… wasn't that, what she wanted? To be kissed mercilessly by him?

…on the other hand… what would be the consequences if she was selfish and took the risk to tumble right into that very anticipated relationship? She had thought it through, hadn't she?

Why was it so fucking hard to make up her mind? Was she - perhaps- afraid to take that next step?

"I-I could make a tea…", she stammered, feeling the urge to fill the surrounding silence with words, as both climbed up the stairs. "And we should eat something. I haven't had dinner. And… did you have anything…?"

She turned to look at him and Adrien shyly scratched the back of his neck.

"Well… Your mother made me eat something in my break…"

Thankfully her mother kept an eye on him as well. Though… usually it was him, who made sure, that the young woman's stomach was filled. So this was her chance to return the favor. Thankfully her fridge was at least decently filled for once!

"So a late-night snack it is~"

Her flat was silent, as it should be. Of course - the Kwamis were peacefully resting inside the Miraculous Box underneath her bed and Lady Titalee surely would dare to come here once again, correct?

And for Chat - he wouldn't come back to her, either…

"Go to the bathroom - I'll get you your clothes and a towel…", she nervously said, as both have brushed their wet shoes of their feet - now very unable to look him in the eyes. "I'll be right back…"

She didn't let him answer, instead marched straight to her bedroom and inside. Get his freshly washed clothes, she had neatly folded and placed on top of a dresser beside her bed. A big towel. Then she walked to the kitchen - painfully remembering, how he crashed into the door with his shoulder. Perhaps it was bruised and it needed some cooling. So she also added a cooling pack to all the things she carried and returned to the waiting, young man.

"You can use my hair blower, if you want. And if there is anything else, you need-"

"You don't have to do all that for me, Marinette. You know that, right? If it makes you feel uncomfortable, then I'll leave right away…"

Her eyes widened and she immediately shook her head.

"Don't be silly! You know very well, that I don't mind, if you stay over for the night…" She didn't and therefore she bravely added: "I am not very used to having somebody over for the night. Especially not a man…"

Apart from Chat Noir - though it was him, who has invited himself over every now and then. Though… those times were over now and she certainly didn't dare to think about him, yet!

Her words made him exhale in relief - the poor man seemingly worried and probably confused about all of this as well.

"Okay…I just don't want to be a burden to you…"

"You could never be that to me…"

He nodded and fell silent.

She took it as a hint to turn and to leave his side. To prepare everything, she needed to.

The bathroom door closed shortly after.

Hurriedly she moved back to her bedroom - brushing those pesky, soaked clothes of her body. Drying herself with a towel - swearing to herself to shower in the morning. And she put up her still damp hair in a messy bun.

Hesitated, before she put clothes on, for - frankly - to wear underwear under her sleeping attire or not wear any underneath was currently the question. A slip - okay, good, a plain one underneath some pajama shorts. A bra though…?

A memory hit her hard - Chat falling asleep beside her. His transformed hand shortly brushing over her bare breast in his sleep in the morning - one thing, that eventually would have lead step by step to the lustful escalation in the living room on Monday night…

She groaned and chose to wear one - even though she would never do that, if she was alone. But with Adrien around at all times…

The young woman certainly didn't want him to see anything, if she would get cold, or if her shirt would dislocate on her body. Wait - why would that happen in the first place? He would wear on her sofa and- no! He was her guest and as such it was his privilege to sleep in her bed. But he was a gentleman and he would never allow her to take the sofa. Yet - that piece of furniture was far too small for him and he wouldn't be able to lay completely flat!

Urgh - and where was Tikki right now? They could discuss it, while Adrien was still in the bathroom.

Yet… in all honesty - Marinette knew her small friend's answer to that already…

With a long, yearning gaze she turned towards the bed. It was big enough to hold both of them without touching the other. Yet, in all honesty - she would love to do nothing more, but to snuggle up to Adrien and hold him until the morning. Have his strong arms around her. Feel his breath on her skin…

By the time a new, dry bra on she chose a simple, wide shirt - it would hide anything underneath perfectly.

Finally, changed and all her wet clothes discarded inside the laundry the young woman walked across the corridor and listened to a very short moment to the sound of the hair blower from the bathroom. Hesitated, but eventually smile - it was the right decision after all, to let him sleep here for the night.

So… the kitchen was her next goal, turning on the light and opened her fridge.

It was far too late to cook something elaborate for them. It should be something fast. Simple - oh! There was the jar with pesto, that Alya recommended to her.

So - pasta it was.

Marinette moved around the kitchen skillfully. Easily finding a pot and filled it with water.

Wait - the kettle her mother gave to her as she moved in! She had planned to make tea for them and all her Chinese ancestors would turn in their graves, if she didn't do it right!

Setting both vessels on the stove a moment later, waiting, until it cooked.

A package with dried pasta. Salt. Good - everything she would need.

Though… was it even safe to use the stove, during a thunderstorm? But what else should she do?

Also… she had done it before, so…

So…the tea… The green one, or would Adrien rather prefer the Oolong?

"Do you need help?"

Marinette peeked past the opened cupboard door, seeing the young man standing there. Smiling shyly at her.

She blushed, as she noticed his attire - the shorts suited him perfectly well, but the black shirt was immensely tight around his broad shoulders and around his muscular biceps. And his chest… She could barely take her eyes from him, but had to, as she felt her cheeks warming up on any dirty thought, that dared to cross her mind.

"That shirt seems a little tight on you!" She squeaked, trying to focus on the boxes of tea in front of her. "Why did you keep it in the first place?"

He chuckled nervously. Came closer and stopped right beside her.

"I still have it as a keepsake. You know - life was simpler, when I regularly wore it in school. And… On Sunday, when you needed something to wear, I thought it would suit you perfectly - which it did! But if you want me to take it off~"

He was teasing her, again. She noticed that deep, sensual hum in his words and it gave her goosebumps. And just couldn't answer.

Adrien on the other hand tried to hide his smirk, by turning away from her, to face to cupboard as well. He let out an impressed little whistle, as he saw her collection of teas.

"I thought you only drink coffee…"

She blinked, but then shrugged.

"Well…, I certainly need my fair share of coffee in the morning to fuel my energy. Tea on the other hand is more for moments of relaxation. Apart from that - I am part Chinese! I grew up with the best teas in the world always available at my home. My great uncle likes to send them to me and my mother every now and them. So, what do you prefer? I have Green Tea, Oolong and… something with fruity aroma, that somebody gifted to me… You can choose any one you like!" She pointed to the stove. "And I started to make some pasta for the two of us… And water for the tea - it will be ready soon!"

Adrien didn't even turn his head to look at the boiling water behind him. He could only stare in awe at the young woman in front of him.

"I don't deserve all of that, Marinette…", he barely whispered, his hand reaching for hers. Holding it tightly and she was startledat first, but quickly relaxed. "And I definitely don't deserve all your kindness. And… that you care so much about me. I certainly don't deserve…you…"

Oh - he did! She knew that deep inside her heart. Known it from the moment they met all those years ago as teenagers.

Though… life has changed them. They have experienced ups and downs and those were only a small portion of those, that were yet to come. Heck - she as Ladybug was in the middle of a fucking war, that the phantom of Lady Titalee has declared on her and Chat Noir!

Still… it felt so incredibly right to be with him - why had she even dared to doubt it all these moments before?

Yes! She wanted that relationship with him and there was nothing, that could and should change her mind!

So - this was the perfect moment- both knew it too well. They wouldn't need to talk about it - could just transform it most fluently from friendship to a little more.

All they would need, was to-

A thunder roared ear-piercingly loud. Lightning followed.

And all was dark.

The stove went out. The light everywhere in her flat, too - well - probably in the whole apartment complex.

Urgh - luck really wasn't on their side there!

"Did the fuse get blown by the lightning?", Adrien mumbled in disbelief. "The storm outside seems to be worse, than I imagined…"

"Y-yeah…", she only breathed, knowing too well, that the opportunity to kiss Adrien was blown out of the window yet again. How often was that supposed to happen, until they could finally take the next, anticipated step? Wasn't it all a cruel joke by fate? "It's an old building. I believe it happened once before - somebody will take care of it in the morning. But maybe we are lucky enough, that our pasta is at least decently cooked through. A-and the tea water surely has the right temperature to-"

She wanted to brush past him, ready to take care of their dinner. Ready to get away from the awkwardness, that destiny has created for them yet again. Though it was hard to navigate in the blackness, that surrounded them - maybe she should get her phone to-

Adrien pulled her back, once he found her hand yet again. His fingers brushing over her waist, when she was there. Holding her. Keeping her close. Leaning down, his breath hot on her lips.

Kissing her.

It took Marinette a moment to realize anything, that was happening. Squealing in his mouth. Tensing up. Eyes widening. Unable to react, to kiss back.

Their kiss did last for only a few seconds, as it was him, who leaned away once more. Hands moving from her in unknown hurry, as if the contact has burned his skin. Letting out a shaking breath.

She didn't have time to react properly. Or to realize it in time…

"Marinette - I am so, so sorry!", he immediately excused his actions, while she wished for light to see his face. His eyes. To read him - to understand him. Paralyzed, yet her lips felt so unbelievably warm and tingly.

And her heart would not stop pounding in her chest - faster and faster, drowning out his words and excuses.

Yet…, he seemed to get away. He took a step. Then another, cursed, as he bumped into the cupboard door behind him - but never stopped with his seemingly endless apology:

"-Of course! I should have known my place! You told me, that you wanted to wait for the right time to progress in our relationship and I clearly stepped over my boundaries! It will not happen again! I mean - why would you want me to be your boyfriend anyway? People hate me! Media will surely follow me everywhere after that stupid interview! Us - if we ever start to date!

You certainly deserve a man by your side, who has not gone all bonkers and who didn't do therapy sessions in the past. Somebody, who is clearly not fucked up and broken! Somebody, who can take care of themselves and who… who can cook. And bake and… and…draw and knows a thing about children and family and…and…"

Her heart skipped a painful beat as she heard all these words.

Of course - his poor soul was still so scared, his mind shaped by his upbringing. He would always believe, that he did something wrong. Would find excuses - even silly ones - for his actions and words.

Still… it hurt her, that he was not seeing the truth.

"Adrien!", he was so far away. Four steps - maybe five. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness by now and so she could see him move by the doorway. But he stopped, as he heard her sharp call. And she knew exactly, that this was the moment, where she could say all these wonderful, gorgeous and positive things about him - how he made her smile and laugh, how she felt warm and safe, when he was around, that she was able to forget all her hardships and pain and fears, when he was with her. With him, she could be human and woman. A friend and she felt always wanted and welcomed around him. With him, she had a wonderful sanctuary and a peaceful refuge.

But for now all these billion things were far to many - her need to keep him there - with her - too urgent.

Therefore, she summed it up shortly, but perfectly:

"No!", she shook her head and balled her fists by her sides in pure determination, he whole body shaking uncontrollably, "You are so much more!"

There was silence.

But that very quietness wouldn't work against the magnetic pull, that moved them forward only a moment later.

Both taking two steps.

Meeting in the middle.

Marinette immediately flung her arms around those wonderful muscular shoulders of his. His wound around her waist, as bodies finally collided.

To get the other close. To keep the other there. Lips meeting so easily, as if they have practiced it so many times before.

Finally!

Finally, they were kissing, how they wanted for the longest time. Finally, she would feel his lips, like she had dreamed of. Moved her mouth against his. Felt the soft stubbles on his chin. Felt his muscles moving underneath her fingers, grasping his shirt tightly to pull him even closer with deep need, as he gingerly caressed her back - one of his hands eventually coming up in her hair.

She had imagined their first kiss to be a soft, innocent one. Far different from that, what she experienced with him now. But she loved the passion and fire between them. Enjoyed, how his unbelievably soft lips brushed over hers. Teeth biting her bottom lip and she let his tongue enter. Her chest pressed against his tightly. Breathing in and out together and as one.

Time seemed to slow down - she wouldn't mind, if they were stuck like that forever. For she knew, that she would enjoy kissing Adrien until the very end of all days.

Marinette let out a tiny gasp - earning a moan from him as an answer.

Her stomach immediately made a delicious little jump. And everything felt so wonderful warm, tingly and just perfect.

Sadly they needed air - parting, even when it felt impossible to do so, panting heavily against the other, as hands innocently stilled on each others backs. Still around them, not ready to leave that embrace any time soon.

Adrien rested his forehead on hers and he let out a shaking laughter, fanning her face with his breath, just before she was able to open her eyes, again.

"You keep on surprising, Marinette!", his voice was unbelievably hoarse and it was a very wonderful sound.

"You were the one to surprise me there…", she whispered. "If you would have given me a second more, than I would have kissed you back earlier…"

He groaned upon hearing that, hiding his face in the crook of her neck.

It made her giggle.

"And I thought you didn't want to kiss me at all!"

"Seriously?", she brushed his sides and basked in the closeness of their hug. "I can name about 10 times - only today - where I so wanted to finally kiss you, but Karma has always decided to throw an obstacle in our way!"

"10 times?" He lifted his head up again to look at her through the darkness and she nodded eagerly.

"And that's only the amount of times I can think about! Maybe a hundred. A million since I met you again, a week ago! Who knows?"

"So…", his tounge came out to lick over his lips - his face shortly illuminated by yet another lighting. An unknown longing laid in his eyes, that was absolutely breathtaking and exciting. "Those are a lot of kisses to make up for…"

She knew what he was hinting at - and didn't mind one bit.

Instead, she raised herself on her tiptoes, to kiss him yet again - but stopped, when their stomachs let out a loud growl in perfect synchronization.

"Well…maybe after dinner…", he mumbled apologetically. "Don't want you to starve before I am done with you!"

Her stomach made an anticipated little jump at that yet again.

"Fine…", she therefore breathed. "We surely have enough time now, to keep that promise…"

He grinned and gave her one little peck, before they started to walk hand in hand over to the stove.

"Oh… we have plenty of time now~"

A/N: Mhm?What?No attack? No Lady Titalee bursting through the door? Just our two most favorite dorks finally kissing?Yes! I believe that a few of you saw it coming and that very point has finally arrived! Basically this is the chapter, where everything started. I had this thought of them ten years apart and then finally reuniting for the longest time - the scene of them finally kissing for the first time just stuck to my head. More and more 'What it's?' added to that - like 'What if there was a new villain?', 'What if Adrien had a daughter?' 'WHAT IF THEY STILL HAD FEELINGS FOR THE OTHER AFTER ALL THESE YEARS?' It was slowly coming together, piece by piece and once I had a ending, I knew, that I wanted to write it down. To get it out of my system and to hopefully find a few people, who would read it from time to time (I am still amazed by all the amazing responses I get)

Basically- that is the story behind this fiction and I am very glad and happy, that we now are at the very spot, where it all started - for me. I mean - this chapter is nothing like I imagined it to be (It used to be an idea about them going out on an official date, both eventually kissing in front of Marinette's door and so on. There was no rain, not so much darkness etc.). But like almost everything in this story - things change during its development and writing process. Nothing is set in stone, until I write it. When I first started this chapter I wanted them to kiss in the rain - we all wanted it, didn't we? But it didn't feel right, felt too much like a cliché and just went with the flow - letting them kiss in the middle of Marinette's kitchen. I mean - one could interpret it in a way, that this is a very important place for them, symbolism vice. Because they want to make sure, that the other takes care of themselves, that they eat, stay healthy and so on. Something like sharing the cake during your wedding day, or something.

Oh gosh - I am carried away! Sorry to bore you I am putting to much thoughts into this - but it is so much fun to work with symbolism and to sprinkle little hints for future happenings between the lines! Like the rain symbolizing a new start for them, or both accidentally slipping little hints about their identity to people around them and so much more!Okay - one more thing, before I give a the teaser for next week's chapter:The hints - it is obvious, that we will come across changes between the dynamics of the lovesquare. I won't answer questions about them from now on to a certain degree - I don't want to accidentally spoil anything for the future - I thought this was the right spot to place that warning

Anyway - I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did!

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