#constanette

Song (The Negative from Waitress the Musical)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was panicking. She’d done something so incredibly stupid, she wasn’t sure how the universe hadn’t imploded. How could she do this? How- why did she think that it was a good idea? Tightening her grip on the plastic bag in her hand, she reaches up to knock on her friends’ door. She couldn’t be alone for this.

“Oooo, honey, you don’t look so good.” Harley says, frowning and immediately yanking the door wider to let her in. Marinette huffs.

“Thanks, Harls.” She says sarcastically, a small grin on her face.

“What did we do to have you grace our presence today, Mari?” Ivy asks, drying her hands off on a towel as she walks out of the kitchen. “Did you need to steal another magical piece of jewelry?” She asks. Marinette snorts at the memory.

“If it was that, I’d just get Selina. She’s much more focused.” She teases. Ivy rolls her eyes.

“It is not my fault that there were so many plants in that museum. They were angry and needed liberation.” Ivy says firmly. Marinette shakes her head.

I had like five different versions of how I wanted this to go and I literally could not decide for the longest time which I liked more I am so sorry for the wait r i p

John isn’t what one would call a ‘good person’.

In fact, he’s sure there’s a whole dictionary of words to use before anyone ever arrived at ‘good’. Selfish, callous, rude, crass, a right bloody dick—the list goes on. So, the fact that he somehow found himself married (which is a miracle in itself, honestly) to the definition of ‘complete and utter sweetheart’, well… it’s bloody barmy is what it is.

It’s no wonder people are so damn surprised after finding out who the missus is.

Not that, mind you, John gives them a break for their admittedly valid reactions. He’s still an asshole, after all.

“What’s with all the slack jaws?” John drawls with false confusion. “It’s no secret I got hitched last year.”

“I- Well, yes,” Flash says, eyes practically popping out of his mask. “But you never said who it was to. And, I mean, I kinda figured you were lying or playing some sort of joke or something.”

John raises an amused eyebrow. “Sorry to disappoint then, speedy, but I really am off the market.”

“Are we just-” Lantern says a bit hysterically, “are we just ignoring that it was Menagerie who you apparently married? Menagerie. As in, Superman’s sister Menagerie.”

A thought seems to come to him—which John thinks must be a first—and Hal whips around to face Supes.

“Did you know about this?!” he accuses.

Superman blinks at him with that sort of country boy innocence that somehow skipped right over Marinette. “‘Course I knew. Who else was supposed to be the Maid of Honor?”

Lantern’s mouth opens and closes uselessly.

“And the dress looked fantastic on you, Supes,” John compliments, just to see if Lantern’s head will actually explode. “But not as great as it looked on Diana.”

“Diana knew too?” Flash asks, whirling on said amazonian.

“Menagerie is a beloved shield sister of mine. I was honored to support her during her handfasting.”

Flash groans. “Did everyone but me and Hal know?”

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(part of marinette kent au ofc)

She hadn’t been keeping it a secret exactly. She and Clark don’t have secrets anyway, not from each other.

(It’s impossible to keep them even if they wanted to anyway. When one sibling has super-hearing and the other an intuition on par with future sight most days, it doesn’t exactly foster an environment of secrecy.)

But that was just the problem, Marinette supposed. 

She wasn’t hiding anything, but she never outright said anything either because she’d mostly assumed Clark already knew.

A miscalculation, if the distressed shouting of, “Wait- you and Constantine are together?” from her little brother is anything to go by.

John, the bastard, looks some strange mixture of smug and offended while Marinette has her face in her hands, unsure if she should start laughing or crying.

takes place in my Marinette Kent au (also, I suppose, this could be in the same universe)

The first time she meets Constantine, he’s hustling three demons out of everything they have.

One thing out of that ‘everything’ happens to be a Miraculous, and he catches her with her hand already halfway out of his pocket, locket already in hand.

They stare at each other for a long moment, his eyebrow cocked with something like arrogance and curiosity, and her face twisted into a snarl.

“Well,” he drawls, “you could’ve at least bought me dinner first, pet.”

Marinette scoffs. “You’re not exactly my type.”

“I’ve got a hand down my trousers that says otherwise, love,” he quips, fast and sharp and she knows, quite plainly, that this won’t end well for her.

Constantine×Marinette, please (think of the sass!), and the prompt "This time, you're explaining why we're late to Bruce!"

man i barely remember how Constantine acts

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“It’ll be easy, he says. It will only take a second, he says. I promise we won’t be late again, he says.”

“Okay! I get it!” Constantine shouts, pressing his back more firmly to her own as he pushes back against his own hell beasts. (And seriously? Hell beasts? Can’t the demons Constantine pisses off ever get creative?) “I’m an asshole and a liar, tell us something new!”

Five minutes later, when they’re tired and out of breath and all the beasts are gone or in various bits across the floor, Constantine wraps both arms around her waist and pulls her close. Her arms go around his neck automatically but she dodges the kiss he tries to give her, glaring at him.

“I’m mad.”

He huffs, lip quirking upwards. “Yeah, luv. I know.”

When her expression doesn’t change he sighs, shoulder slumping and head thrown back like the drama queen he is. “Fine, fine! I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”