to no one’s surprise, thanksgiving was a cold and nonexistent holiday in the dupain-cheng household.
marinette can be found sitting alone in a cafe, a cup of café au lait and a slice of kouign-amann in the place of stuffed turkey and gravy.
family — what a foreign desire.
please, she’d urge him to do his best — nothing’s better than putting a stray in its place.
“i don’t think so, 𝙢𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙮.”
with the weapon aimed at his chest, she pulls the trigger. deflect all he wants, it’ll explode in due time.
He cursed under his breath as he took hold of his staff, extending his weapon with an intent to use it and intercept her attack.
No matter what happened, he was not going to make it easy for her.
❝ You underestimate this cat’s reflexes, Sour-Bug. ❞
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https://t.co/Qaei6KCfOF idk why marinette always has to have beef w chloe SO i’m hc-ing that there is no bullying history in my portrayal. mari’s just socially isolated due to being stunted, she just doesn’t get along with chloe since she’s so bubbly(?) in the re-verse
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time for a change.” lidded hues part as she peers at him beneath the fringe of her matching bangs.
she taps the twin snakebites beneath her lip before gesturing at his. “and you, when did you get so many piercings?”
his words strikes a chord in her — the compliment catching her off guard. it causes her hand to come up, twirling the tips of her dyed hair between slender digits.
she wears it down now, a layered wolf cut with streaks of red highlights.
“i outgrew the pigtails. it was about
scarlet hues light up with devious glee as she watches the other scamper off. her gun dissipates, a missile launcher appearing in its place. a shot fires, whizzing towards the nearest awning.
“come out, come out, wherever you are, litter butterfly.” shadybug sneers as she slides
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relief is replaced by horror , a squeak
rushing past lips at the sight . just
as quickly as he had arrived : it
is running off to find cover .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ
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bluebell hues watch the affectionate display — they seemed more docile than she expected of reptilians. domesticated, perhaps?
“i didn’t know you could train snakes to stay on you without being constricted. are you a snake whisperer?”
“ something like that .”
he mummers , a hand coming to caress the black mambas chin . In truth he’s custom designed new enclosures , he’s just waiting for the glass to arrive .
a dismissive shrug, his warning but a whisper in the wind. with her yo-yo in one hand and a spotted hand-held grenade launcher in the other, she casts a line for her escape.
“let’s see who’s faster — you or my lucky charm.”
perhaps the lack of sleep played against her better judgement as she allowed herself to take a seat on the far end of the bench. a slow blink before eyes close, leaning against the back of the seat.
“do whatever you want.”
neither did it matter to her. regardless of what he