Happy Holidays, Constantine x Marinette???
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.
(Five years later, when she finds herself getting dragged into ridiculous feuds with demons because her boyfriend can’t keep his damn mouth shut, she can’t say she was wrong, even if she wasn’t quite right either.)
