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.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. But when I need to steal jewelry, Selina’s my go to now.” She says, trying to ignore the way the plastic bag feels like it’s grown ten pounds.
“So uh, what’s in the bag?” Harley asks, eyeing it suspiciously. Marinette gulps.
“A pregnancy test.” She says. Harley and Ivy’s eyes both widen.
“What’re you gonna do?” Harley asks, glancing between Marinette’s flat stomach and the bag. Marinette shrugs, ignoring the tears pricking at her eyes.
“Avoid it?” She suggests. Harley snorts.
“Avoidin’ it ain’t gonna make it go away.” She says. Marinette drops her face into her hands, not even struggling as one of Ivy’s vines snakes over and yanks the bag away from her. She couldn’t do this. This wasn’t- she didn’t plan this. It was a stupid one night stand. He was her friend. This couldn’t be happening.
“Okay, M, time to pee on a stick.” Ivy says softly. Marinette groans, looking up at her friends with a frown.
“I- I don’t wanna know.” She says softly. Harley gently grabs her hand, drawing small circles on it as she tugs her towards the bathroom.
“C'mon sweetie, it's better to know. We’ll be right here with you.” Harley says.
“It’s no or it’s yes, but either way you’ve got to take the test.” Ivy adds.
“A squat and a squeeze, a prayer and a please, it’s nothin’.” Harley says, hopping up on the bathroom counter and pulling the test out of the bag. “A stick an’ a line-”
“Just one of ‘em- if I’m lucky.” Marinette whispers, wringing her hands together. Harley opens up the box, pulling out the test and the instructions. Marinette whimpers slightly. She might be in her thirties, but she wasn’t ready to be a mom. That hadn’t been the course her life was going for a while now. Not since she took over Guardianship of the Miracle Box and was forced to go across the world helping in magical crises and retrieve miraculous around the world.
“Read the instructions, Harley.” Ivy says, crossing her arms. Harley nods.
“Se puede saber la duración de la-” Harley starts. Marinette snorts, throwing her hand over her mouth as she tries to suppress her laughter. Harley grins and Ivy rolls her eyes, acting annoyed. Marinette knew it was just an act, because she could see the fondness in her friend’s eyes.
“English.” Ivy says exasperatedly.
“Do not insert the test stick into your vagina.” Harley says simply. Marinette shakes her head, the panic beginning to creep back up.
“Wow. Thank you Harls.” Ivy says, obviously suppressing a smile. Marinette takes the test from Ivy and gently pushes the other two out of the bathroom so that she could do the thing she’d been dreading. Faintly, she can hear her friends’ worried conversation on the other side of the door. Setting the test stick back on the box on the counter, Marinette washes her hands, groaning at her stupidity.
“How'd I ever get myself in this mess? One drunk night and that stupid red dress.” She rambles, shoving open the bathroom door.
“Aw, I love that red dress! The way it sparkles, it looks like an ice-skating outfit!” Harley says brightly. Marinette gives her a look and she pouts. “Maybe his machinery is broken somehow? What if his boys don't swim, I mean, wow! Miraculous luck!” She adds. Marinette groans at the pun. If she was in the mood for puns, she would have portalled to Paris.
“Yeah, miraculous! To get away with it unprotected fu-” Ivy starts, but Marinette cuts her off.
“Funny how one night can ruin your whole life.” She says.
“Don't go there yet, we don't know what the test says.” Ivy and Harley say in sync, raising their eyebrows at each other. Marinette shakes her head.
“I’m already panicked!” She yells.
“Just calm down, god damn it!” Ivy says firmly. Marinette nods, taking in a shaky breath. “Now, M, care to explain what happened?” Ivy asks. Marinette frowns and Harley gasps.
“It’s not the Bat’s kid, is it?” She asks with wide eyes. Marinette’s eyes widen slightly. She hadn’t been talking to the Bat- Bruce (he was, quite frankly, awful at keeping his identity a secret)- for very long. Maybe a month. In the panic of everything else, she’d completely forgotten about him. How would he react? Because it definitely wasn’t his.
“I haven’t slept with him.” Marinette admits. Ivy frowns, before her eyes widen.
“You don’t mean-” She starts, obviously remembering Marinette’s friends with benefits situation. She nods and Harley pouts.
“I thought you don’t sleep with him anymore.” She says. Marinette huffs, pushing her hair out of her face.
“Yeah, well- we were on a case and we got drunk. I do stupid things when I drink- like sleep with Constantine.” Marinette sighs. She’d been ‘friends’ with John Constantine for almost ten years. They’d had a tentative friends with benefits situation a year ago, but then they’d completely cut it off five months ago. Before going on another case together and getting drunk almost three months ago. She was so screwed.
“This will all be all right.” Ivy reassures her, patting her back.
“It was only one night.” Harley offers. The soft chirp of the alarm alerts them that it had been five minutes. Marinette looks at her friends with wide eyes.
“The test is ready.” She says, walking back into the bathroom. With shaking hands, she picks up the test and glances down at it. At the two clear lines.
“Shit.”
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I love your Constantine x Marinette AU! Its definitely a rare pair I love! Could you please do a Constantine x Marinette, where JL know that Constantine is married but they don't know to whom, and they become super shocked at the fact that he's married to Marinette.
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?”
The other heroes all share a look before, as one, they answer, “yes.”
Welcome to Maribat Calendar Events December event.
December is dedicated to the magic users and JL Dark members in the DCU. Who does this include? Any JL Dark member or magic user within the DCU shipped with your favourite MLB characters. Any relationship style is welcome for this.
Do one prompt! Do them all! Any participation is great! They just serve as ways to encourage that creativity. No Pressure.
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I just wanna say I love your work. And for a prompt maybe "Wait, you guys are together?!" With your choice of a Maribat ship please?
thank you! 🧡 My choice of maribat ship is almost always jasonette but ya know what? Life is nothing without ~flavor~
(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.
(She might just do both, honestly. Both sounds really good about now.)
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.)
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.”
She stares at him for a whole two seconds before she pulls him down for a toe-curling kiss. “Fine,” she agrees magnanimously, “But you’re explaining to Bruce why we were late.”
