“Little kitty on a roof…all alone without his lady…”
A series of not-quite memories tumbled into place as the sad, melodic voice broke the eerie silence surrounding Marinette.
There was a timeline when Chat Noir had been akumatized and this was it. Chat Blanc was the one in this world with her.
The memories were hazy in her mind. The original Marinette’s reality had been changed by her actions, erasing this universal possibility from existence when it had come up, but the memories were still there. Time travel, reality rearranging, or whatever superhero science mumbo-jumbo was used to refer to it, what had happened to Chat Noir had still...happened; Ladybug’s original interference had just shifted it to another universe.
This universe.
Marinette frowned and rubbed at her temples. Her head was starting to pound again. This was all just a bit too much.
There were faded emotions attached to the memories.
Heartbreak.
Sorrow.
Fear.
And even though she could feel the dull tug of the emotions, they didn’t belong to her. Not anymore.
She was a different Marinette from the moment she’d been created. And since she was different, she figured there was no use hiding from Chat Blanc. It wasn’t like she really had anywhere to go with the watery expanse just below her anyway. A scene from a Ghibli movie, this place definitely was not.
She could make out his bright silhouette along the roof ledge a building past the one she was perched on. His shoulders were rounded forward and the long belt of his tail hung limply behind him.
She cleared her throat. “Chat?”
The singing abruptly stopped and she watched him tilt his head.
“I’m behind you,” she called out.
His spin was too fast to track. One second he was still facing away from her and the next, he was on his feet and looking across the expanse. His eyes were too blue against all of that white, even in the distance. She’d hardly dared to breath and then he was leaping across the space between them and suddenly in her space.
“It’s you!”
There was something off about his voice, or at least the voice she had to match Chat Noir. There was almost a sing-song quality to it now.
He circled her on all fours before standing up and moving into her space, his tail wrapping around her legs. “My princess, you’re here.” While still off, his tone was softer. “I can’t believe you’re here...” He cupped her cheek with a gloved hand and smiled.
She swallowed against the lump in her throat. She’d tried to convince herself that the original Marinette’s emotions didn’t belong to her, but being this close to Chat Blanc was proving that wasn’t entirely true.
“I’m not...I’m...” She reached up to her ear and felt the cool stone of one of the earrings. “I’m different.”
His clawed fingers covered hers and one tapped against the earring. “Empty.” His brow furrowed beneath his mask. “Wait, no. Not good.” He stepped back, tail slipping away with him, and grabbed at the sides of his hair. “Not good, Marinette, not good.” His voice rose in hysteria. “Chat Blanc messed up. Have to fix it. Have to fix it. Have to...”
She reached out for him. “Adrien?”
“No!” Blue eyes went wild in the starch white mask. “Not him! Not him anymore!”
“Okay, okay!” Marinette held both her hands out. “It’s okay, Chat. Just calm down. Uh, take a breath! We just need to breathe.”
“Fix this! Need the Miraculous! Have to go back!” He doubled over with a cry of pain. “Fix it!”
His hysteria bound her chest in panic, making it hard to breathe. “I don’t know how!”
“Bring them back...have to...”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Tears stung her eyes. “I can’t help...I’m not her, not really. I’m so sorry, Chat.”
Chat Blanc dropped to the rooftop with a sob. He curled in on himself and covered his head with his arms. Frantic, muffled words flew out of him and Marinette knelt down beside him as her heart dropped like he had.
“Killed her. Killed everyone. Everyone dead. Everyone dust. Everyone water. No fixing. No fixing.”
Hey Season, Can you tell me how you wanted to end To Mark a Soul? I love this story! Or will you finish this? Love, a fan
Aww, thanks, Nonny! I'd have to go back and read that one to see if I remember where I was going with it, haha. Hopefully I can give it a shot and see if I can keep going with it one of these days soon. :D
Thank you so much to everyone who sent character requests! This was such a fun challenge and I’m excited to start work on the second one with more requests. I’d only drawn two of these characters before (and I’m only familiar with three of them!) so it definitely challenged me, haha. I have a hard time translating anime girls into my style but I’ll keep working on it!
Hera Syndulla (Star Wars) for @haveievermentioned
Tenya Iida (My Hero Academia) for @tresity
Multimouse (Miraculous) for @bowser14456
Electronic Wave Humanoid Tackle (Kamen Rider) for @fandomriderx-1
Fujiwara no Mokou (Touhou Project: Imperishable Night) for @luciferhimshelf
Keqing (Genshin Impact) for @1up-saga
I’m going to start on some of the other requests I received for the next one so feel free to send in others if you would like. I really enjoyed the diversity in requests! Thanks! :D
Still taking character requests for the six character challenge! I have one more space on the first board and I would love to have more to start another one tomorrow. :D
Also, kudos for the requests I’ve gotten so far! There are a few characters I’ve never gotten to draw before (or even knew about, haha!).
I have more time to do quick doodles than time to write lately (though I hope that changes soon), so I want to do some short challenges and here’s the first! Send me a character (from pretty much anything at this point haha) and I’ll draw my version! 😊
Marinette wasn’t sure if Bunnyx actually thought her words were comforting when the rabbit hero spoke them, but there was no time to ask questions before she was dropped through a portal and left to fend for herself.
She was finding that life was proving to be rather like that most of the time, in the six hours since her creation, at least.
Rude and abrupt.
She didn’t like it.
A droplet of rain hit her cheek and Marinette scowled up at the cloudy sky.
“Figures,” she sighed.
Her memories were spotty, the sharpest ones beginning at the point the akuma copied the original Marinette and created her, but she knew a few things to be true.
One, she probably wasn’t completely human. Or maybe she was. She was created from magic and it was still iffy if she wasn’t going to go poof at any given moment. She felt real but maybe that couldn’t be trusted. In any light, that’s where the portal came into play.
After the akuma had been defeated, Bunnyx offered to take her and the other clones to different universes and timelines so they would possibly have chances at life that wouldn’t interfere with the current one where they’d appeared.
It sounded like a good deal at the time since Marinette liked the idea of suddenly NOT not existing when she’d only just began, but as the skies opened and rain poured down, it was hard not to wonder if it wouldn’t have been better to let her original erase her existence with the Miraculous Cure when all was said and done.
She rolled her shoulders back and lifted her chin. No. She wasn’t going to think like that. She was going to make a new life in this new place and everything would be fine.
She was Marinette Dupain-Cheng...kind of...and she was made of strong stuff.
The second thing she knew for a fact was that the woman she’d been copied from played superhero and was pretty good at it from what she could tell. She’d survived for years against akumas and amoks and all kinds of other villainous things. There was no reason she couldn’t do just the same as her predecessor.
And sure, she realized as she looked around the absolutely wrecked landscape, maybe she hadn’t exactly been dropped in the easiest of places to survive, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t!
Maybe there was a reason she was here, after all. The more she looked around, the more memories seemed to unlock and drop into place in her mind. It was still broken like a rushed Tetris round where the pieces didn’t quite fit together, but she was beginning to get a picture of where she was.
This had all happened before.
Or...it had been a possibility?
There was something or someone that was really important about this place. And she felt sad about it.
Not exactly a shining endorsement for her new home.
She closed her eyes against the pain beginning to thud in her left temple. She was freezing and drenched and her head was starting to hurt and she hadn’t even existed a whole day yet. It was hard but it was much too early to throw in the towel. She had to think.
The first thing she should do is find a shelter. It wasn’t going to do her any good to stand in the rain indefinitely.
With a determined huff, Marinette squared her shoulders and started walking forward...until she reached a ledge. So she was on a rooftop. That was interesting and more than a little terrifying.
Instead of roads, eerily still water sat down below the height of the building. In fact, the building was at least partly submerged. And when she looked around, she realized all the buildings were submerged at different points, the water right up against windows that should’ve only be accessible to birds in the world she knew. Some of the buildings were even slanted as if their foundations had started to give away.
There was a very serious temptation to freak out...and maybe she would give into it, but not yet.
Marinette took in a shaky breath and turned around. She needed to see what lie on the other side of the building ledge. Maybe there would be a way for her to get lower or find a way into a closer shelter from that angle.
She could do this. She could.
She was going to ignore the tears stinging her eyes for now and find a place to rest for a while.
It wasn’t a very complete plan, but it was a plan, and Marinette liked having a plan. That was something she knew for certain.
She was halfway across the rooftop when a sound caught her ear. It was familiar somehow and as the rain began to die down, it became clearer.
“Little kitty on a roof...all alone without his lady...”
This is going to be the last part because I wanna get a start on the May event in the last few days of the month, haha, but I may come back to the universe in a bit because I think there are plenty of adventures to be had. Thanks for reading!
“To summarize,” Marinette began as she steepled her hands under her chin, “you were sent here to kill me because I’m the Slayer and your parents have some big, bad plan that my living and slaying would interfere with.”
Adrien winced but nodded. “Yeah.”
“And somewhere along the way, you decided that you liked me too much to kill me and your plan was just to hang out here indefinitely and hope for the best.”
“I mean, it sounds dumb when you say it like that,” he argued. “But yeah, you’re cute and I’m weak.”
She eyed him pointedly and cleared her throat. “But after you admitted the original plan to me, you ran away back home to where your mafia-like parents are in New York, and you told them I was dead and had no intentions on coming back here.”
“For your own good,” he interjected with a point of his finger. “And my parents aren’t part of the mafia. I don’t think. Or if they are, it’s like a supernatural kind of mafia.” He frowned. “Wait, maybe they are. That would make a lot of sense actually.”
“But your parents have Seers and probably lots of magical bad guys on their side and they will realize I am indeed alive, probably sooner rather than later.”
Adrien grimaced. “I never claimed I was a good planner.”
“But you came back.” She smiled and bit her lip.
“I came back,” he agreed with a smile. “And to be fair, they don’t want to technically kill you anymore. They want to turn you so they’ll have a pet Slayer in their pocket.”
“Man, Christmas is gonna be complicated.”
He laughed quietly and reached over to take one of her hands in his. He flipped it over so it was palm-up and ran his fingertip along the visible vein in her wrist. She watched him curiously, relaxing more by the second at his touch.
“Could this really work?” he whispered, touch still feather-soft. “Us, I mean?”
“A vampire and the Slayer isn’t very conventional, but maybe we can just be Marinette and Adrien?” She exhaled softly when he added another finger along the glide of her arm. “Maybe we try not to make too big a deal about it.”
“I think it’s gonna be hard to forget I live off blood and you turn vamps into dust,” he admitted. “And your little Slayerettes are gonna hate it.”
“Not Alya.”
“Yeah, maybe not the witch. She seems to like me, most of the time.”
Marinette laughed and finally took her hand away with a shiver. “That’s starting to tickle. And...I don’t think I care what anyone thinks. We can just see how things go.”
“Maybe we run away,” he suggested with a mischievous smile. “We’re rebels anyway, right? We go live somewhere where it stays nice weather all year round, and we can adopt some kittens, and, I don’t know, sell really bad art online to pay the bills.”
“Seems like you’ve got it all figured out. I like the part about the kittens.” She leaned into him with a sigh. “But for now, I need to go patrol at least one cemetery tonight. Sacred duty, you know.”
Adrien wrapped his arm around her shoulders and squeezed once before urging her to stand up from the bench. “Sure, it’s one cemetery tonight and then tomorrow night and then the next.” He shook his head. “If I don’t watch it, I’ll end up doing this Slayer gig by your side until you’re old and gray.”
“Sounds awful for you,” she teased as they fell into step together, hands linking as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Just the worst,” he replied. “It’s hard being the chosen one.”
“How’s the smoothie?” Adrien asked. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets to keep from reaching out to take Marinette’s free hand where it swung between them as they walked.
“Yummy. I used to hate passionfruit but lately it’s been my favorite. Funny how things like that change sometimes.” She took a sip through the wide pink straw and then held the cup towards him. “You wanna try some?”
“Uh, no, but thanks. I probably pushed my luck with as much coffee as I had earlier.”
“Oh, right.” She nodded shyly and took another sip.
He eyed her hand still between them and cleared his throat. “So, I think we need to talk about something.”
“Because we haven’t been talking for, like, fifteen or so hours now?” she teased.
He forced an awkward chuckle. “Yeah, we have, but I’ve been putting off telling you something not great and I’m trying to make myself suck it up and get it over with.” He flinched when she visibly tensed at his side, her hand no longer open and swinging, but fisted by her thigh.
“Oh yeah?” The question should’ve been simple but a defensive hostility laced her voice.
“Maybe we can sit?” He gestured towards a bench just off the park path and took the lead by sitting on one end.
“I think I’ve done enough sitting for the day.” Marinette stood to the side of the bench and set her smoothie on the seat. “What?”
“Could you maybe not act like you’re going to stake me before I’ve even told you?” Adrien tried for casual but he couldn’t help the hint of frustration that trickled into his tone. “This isn’t something I want to tell you, but I am telling you and I think I deserve credit for that.”
“And I think if it’s something bad, maybe you should’ve led with that before we just spent the whole day together talking about nothing.” She crossed her arms.
“I don’t think everything we’ve talking about today was nothing!”
“It was if you were just holding back what you really wanted to say!”
They glared at each other for a few long seconds before Adrien growled and shook his head. “Just...fine. Look, before I left, you asked me why I ever came here--”
“And you told me it was to kill me,” she interrupted.
“Which I’d already admitted.”
“Doesn’t make it okay, but go on.”
“You’re being difficult on purpose. I’m trying to be honest with you.”
Marinette put a hand to her chest. “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot how it’s so not a big deal when someone wants to kill you. My bad.”
He stood up and growled again. “Stop trying to sabotage this before we can even get started, Marinette!”
Her eyes widened at his outburst and her mouth opened and closed a few times before she actually spoke. “I...that is what I’m doing, isn’t it?”
Adrien’s shoulders drooped with her reply. “I can’t really blame you.”
“Sorry.” She hugged herself and looked away. “I’ve been told I do that sometimes. I guess now is one of those times.”
“I’m sorry too. Maybe I shouldn’t be trying to unload everything in one go.” He kicked at a patch of grass with the toe of his boot. “It’s just...I really like you and I feel like I need to tell you everything so nothing from my past can come back up and bite me in the ass and ruin this for us.”
She smiled a little and picked up her smoothie, taking a long drag from the straw. “I’m not sure life actually works like that,” she offered. “But tell me what you want to tell me. I’ll listen and try not to react before I let it sink in.” She sat down on the bench edge and watched him.
“Wait, just like that, this is okay?”
“I’m trying, Adrien. Don’t push it.”
He nodded with a small smile. “Fair enough.” He sat back down and the space between them on the bench felt too obvious but he didn’t try to move closer. “Right, so, here’s the thing...”
“You nerds,” Alya declared as she stepped out of the elevator and saw Adrien and Marinette still sitting on their respective pillows in the small hallway. “This is where you were when I left here hours ago.”
Marinette blinked in obvious surprise even as a blush colored her cheeks. “It’s been hours? We’ve just been talking.”
Adrien stared at the Slayer with eyes overflowing with fondness. “I didn’t even realize.”
“Go outside, for crying out loud. The sun’s down and everything.” The witch made a shooing motion with her hands and she stepped around the seated woman in the open doorway.
“I can’t go out right now. I need a shower.” Marinette lifted the collar of her pajama top to sniff at delicately and frowned.
“He’s been with you since early morning,” Alya pointed out, a finger jabbing in Adrien’s direction. “I doubt he has any complaints.”
“None at all. You’re the most beautiful person in the world no matter what.”
“Gross. Now, go. I have closed apartment magic things to do.”
“You can’t say things like that, Adrien!” Marinette covered her face. “And, Al, I’ll just sit in the hall if you have to close the apartment.”
“For crying out loud, get some fresh air!” Alya urged as she toed at the Slayer’s pillow.
“At least let me change clothes first!” Marinette took her best friend’s offered hand and groaned as she stretched her legs out and stood. “Okay, we’ve been sitting too long.”
“Duh. Go.” Alya swatted her behind and the other woman laughed as she hopped away.
“I’ll be quick,” she promised in a quick call over her shoulder.
“I’ll be here!” Adrien promised, going up on his toes to watch her disappear further into the apartment.
“Yeah, no doubt about that.” Alya leaned in the doorway and crossed her arms. “So.”
“So?” The vampire eyed her warily and took a few steps back until his back was against the far wall.
“You’re back.”
“I am.”
“For good?” She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Because if I find out you’ve got my girl all gushy and you’re planning another disappearing act, I might have to turn you into a toad and we’ll keep you in a terrarium in the living room.”
He shifted uneasily. “It’s possible I’ll have to leave to take care of some things at some point, but I won’t go without telling her again.”
“How very vague. And what made you come back this time?”
All defensiveness visibly drained out of him as he looked past Alya’s shoulder towards the rest of the apartment. “Marinette.” He caught her gaze. “I’m here for her, no matter what. It was dumb to think I could ever pull myself away.”
Alya narrowed her eyes, studying him, and finally nodded. “I believe you.”
“I’m glad, but you’re not the one I’m worried about convincing.”
A door sounding from down the hall caught their attention and a smile slid across Adrien’s lips as Marinette joined her roommate at the door.
Marinette leaned her shoulder against the open door frame of her apartment, her cat paw pillow adjusted just right beneath her. She watched Adrien visibly inhale the scent of the coffee she’d offered him before taking a small sip.
“I wasn’t sure if you were gonna actually drink that,” she noted.
He blinked at her as if he’d forgotten her presence for a moment. “Ah, uh, I can’t have a lot of it, but I like coffee. It makes me feel warm, and this kind smells like you. Is it your favorite?”
She nodded, unsure of how else to reply.
“It’s nice to feel warm inside from something other than...” Adrien ducked his head as he took another sip. “Other than blood,” he finished quietly.
“Do you like it?”
“The coffee? Yeah, I just—“
“No.” Marinette cut him off with a huff. “Drinking blood.”
“Do you like eating chocolate?” He retorted with a sad smile. “I didn’t at first. There was the human part of my brain telling me how wrong it was to want blood, but then I finally had to give in and drank some and it made me feel, I don’t know, strong, right.”
“Eating chocolate isn’t like that,” she argued.
“Yeah, but it’s nice and you enjoy it, right? Makes you feel good for a little bit?” He shrugged. “That’s what it’s like with blood.”
She considered that as she took a long drink from her mug.
“Is this pillow becoming my assigned seat here?” Adrien ran a fingertip along the black ribbing along the edge of pillow he sat on. “I like it.”
“The black and red suits you, I guess.”
He grinned and took another sip of coffee.
“Can you drink any type of blood?” She asked, attempting nonchalance as she studied her nails instead of looking at the vampire across from her.
“Doesn’t your Slayer training teach you all this stuff?” he shot back.
“I’m asking you,” Marinette replied pointedly. “You, Adrien the Vampire.”
“Wow, that sounds lame.”
She laughed in spite of herself. “I don’t make the rules.”
“You say that, but I’m not so sure it’s true.”
“Answer the question, Adrien.”
His cheeks warmed with the coffee and he felt weak being in her presence again. “I can mostly survive on any kind of blood. Some types taste better than others, some give me more energy in the long-term.”
“Human is better,” she supplied.
He gave her a helpless shrug. “Yeah.”
“And is that what you...” She frowned down at her mostly empty mug. “Do you mostly drink human blood?”
“Yes,” he admitted softly. “A lot of it comes from donated blood I, uh, okay, I steal from the hospital.”
“I guess stealing is better than killing.” Marinette winced at the ethics.
“But since I’m really trying to be honest here, sometimes I do drink from people too.” He put up a hand. “Willing, mostly. There’s a lot of vamp groupies in this town. They get a high off getting bit.”
She made a face. “And you like that?”
“I like the fresh blood, but it’s awkward, yeah.”
“You said ‘mostly’.”
Adrien grimaced. “I was wondering if you caught that. Every once in the while, someone is being an asshole and needs some good old-fashioned fear put in them to remind them they aren’t invincible.”
“And you think it’s your job to do that.”
“Says the vampire boogeyman,” he replied with a wry smile. “You’re not exactly glitter and rainbows either, Slayer. You’ve probably killed more of my kind than I have of yours.”
“Well, that’s not fair.”
“Not saying it is.”
She crossed her arms. “Some first date this is turning into. And here I thought I actually missed you.”
A smile ripped across Adrien’s lips before he could stop it. “This is our first date?”
“No! I didn’t...that’s not what I meant!” She thumped the floor with her fist. “Stop smiling like that!”
“You want to date me!”
“I do not!”
“You do!” He let out a whoop of joy. “You like me.”
“It was a moment of insanity.” She smiled and tried to hide it with a swing of her hair over her face.
“I’m sorry,” Adrien whispered for what felt like the hundredth time into Marinette’s hair as he held her close. “I’m sorry.”
“You could’ve been dust,” she grumbled. Her fingers tightened their hold on the lapels of his jacket. “No one would even be able to tell. You would’ve just been poof, gone.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” He breathed in the scent of her hair and let it wash over him.
“You’re a dumb vampire,” she pouted, still not releasing him, “who doesn’t know how to text and tell someone he’s alive.”
“Technically, not alive—“
“Don’t.”
“You saw me in the dream,” he began gently.
“Doesn’t count.” She enunciated her stubborn reply with a tug on his jacket and he held her closer.
“You’re right, Slayer. It doesn’t,” he admitted.
“Don’t call me that right now,” she huffed.
“Marinette, then.”
“Yeah.”
“Or Princess. Ooo, how do you feel about ‘sweetheart’?” He teased, pulling back enough to look down at her.
Marinette finally released him with a grunt and took a few steps back, hugging herself. “Just Marinette for now.”
“Right, okay.” He looked down at his boots. “I really am sorry for disappearing on you. I thought it was the best thing to do after...” He waved his hand at the hallway where they’d last talked.
“I get that, but...but I was really worried! And now I’m mad that I was worried because you’re obviously fine and I feel stupid.” She’d dropped her arms to her side. “I don’t like playing the victim.”
Ignoring her defensive posture, Adrien crossed the small space between them to pull her into his arms again. “I never meant to make you feel that way. I thought I was helping.”
“You weren’t.” Her voice was gruff even as she slipped her arms around his middle to hug him back.
“I can see that.” He tried not to laugh at her adorable pouting. “You should know, though, that you reacting like this is only giving me all the wrong ideas about how you feel about me.”
He felt her arms loosen slightly before they tightened once more. “You really are a dumb vampire,” she mumbled into the leather of his jacket.
Marinette hugged her red and black pillow to her chest and inhaled deeply. It hardly smelled of Adrien anymore but sometimes she could imagine that she’d get the faintest whiff of leather and hair gel.
She hadn’t been able to sleep since seeing him in the dreamscape Alya created for her as a way to reach out. In it, Adrien looked different somehow but she couldn’t quite put her finger on why. It had been something in his eyes...
Days had passed and she was no more in the clue as to what was going on with him or where he was than she’d been before Alya worked her magic and connected them in the dreamscape. She’d expected to at least get a text or something after that.
Maybe he really was done with her.
That thought hurt more than she wanted to admit. It was all so stupid. She should’ve never let herself get tangled up with a vampire. If her assigned Watcher Fu ever found out, she’d never hear the end of it. She supposed this was one of the few times she was thankful for a hands-off approach of her not-so-much-of-a-mentor.
Adrien disappearing also made her really angry. How dare he make her feel like she could trust him and then vanish?! The nerve! Maybe it was good he hadn’t shown his face again; she might have to introduce it to her fist.
What they had was...well, it was weird and complicated and undefined and didn’t exactly make sense, but it was something. There was no denying there were feelings there.
Marinette huffed and kicked the blankets off her legs. She wasn’t usually an early riser due to her late nights and nature, but she was only going to keep drowning in self-pity if she stayed in bed. She quietly made her way into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.
She paced the small kitchen as the coffee brewed, busying herself with flipping through unopened mail and opening the fridge a few times as if new items would appear at each turn. She was finally pouring her first mug when a light knocking grabbed her attention.
She looked towards the small hallway, but Alya’s door remained closed with not light peeking out from beneath the frame. Another soft knock had her looking towards the apartment door.
She should probably ignore it. Anyone trying to come by this early and knocking so timidly wasn’t in any danger and if it was a friend, they would’ve texted or called to get inside.
There was another soft knock and Marinette blew out a frustrated breath as she set her mug down on the counter. She crossed the room as quietly as she could to peer through the tiny eyehole in the door. Her heart leapt into her throat and she was wrenching the locks undone and pulling the door open before she could stop herself.
Adrien had his back to her with a hand pushing open the stairwell door.
“Wait!”
The vampire turned around with wide eyes and the Slayer ran from the protection of her apartment to throw her arms around him, pressing her cheek against cool leather. She inhaled and felt a familiar joy lift her spirits.
“You dummy,” she murmured against his chest. “Where have you been?”
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