Marinette and Chat Noir set a date - they were going to share some serious secrets! But then a stunt of Marinette’s (one of a long line of pranks exchanged in the ongoing MariChat Prank Challenge) rubs Chat the wrong way and he decides to pull the Prank of Pranks on his unsuspecting girlfriend in the midst of his reveal.
them remembered how it had actually started and after that crazy year it wasn’t
really that important. It turned out Marinette had quite a competitive streak
in her, one that rivaled only Chat’s own. Thus the ongoing prank contest that
had begun somewhere around June last year.
When it was
Chat’s turn, he would sneak up on her at night and draw a mustache and a beard on
her face with a waterproof mascara.
in turn would photoshop Chat’s pictures giving him a squint, altering his
hairdo (he always knew he would look great in pigtails or with purple hair) or
changing the color of his eyes (he actually liked the pink ones).
that disgrace Chat would then release spiders in her room and wait on the
balcony to savor all the squeals.
return the favor by gluing a sheet of paper to his back when he was leaving her
place – and on the sheet she would write things like ‘Leonardo DiCATrio‘ or
‘Paw-lease, kick me’. Sometimes he didn’t even realize she’d done it, until his
pictures would appear on Ladyblog (because of course she hinted Alya every
If the pun
was purrrticularly pawsome Chat felt generous enough to make the next prank a
pleasant surprise. Like that time when he had filled Marinette’s locker with thirty
plush Chat Noirs. On the next occasion instead of plushies he used sweets,
burying his unsuspecting girlfriend up to her neck in her favorite Ladybug
jellies. He enjoyed pulling stunts like that in public the most – unbeknownst
to Marinette he was able to watch her reaction from up close because she didn’t
have a clue as to Chat Noir’s identity.
say this was a strange custom, but it worked for Chat and Marinette. Somehow it
was ‘their thing’, since there was a ‘they’ anyway. Oftentimes they would lie
side by side on Mari’s chaise arguing whose joke was better, chuckling and
giggling and cuddling. And neither of them minded or felt offended. On the
contrary they both could appreciate a particularly funny or inventive trick.
of May was supposed to be special. Last time Marinette told him she needed to confess
something important, but asked for a few days to prepare herself mentally. It
had to be big, because his girlfriend usually wasn’t that nervous or agitated.
Chat declared he would reciprocate with a secret of his own, the secret in fact. To his surprise
Marinette agreed. There would be no more secrets between them, she would
finally know who he was under the mask. They had set the date, kissed their
goodbyes and went their separate ways.
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Hello everyone Mr.E here and yes I am finally done with the spiderman homecoming au. this has been haunting me to write it these last few weeks and it is done. IT IS DONE AND I AM VERY MUCH TEMPTED TO MAKE THIS A STORY BECAUSE ME AND MY GOOD FRIEND @hains-mae collaborated on this and Did a lot of world building.
Yes I’ve gone off the deep end if you hadn’t noticed from my drabbles but oh well. I’ve embraced my insanity.
so a few notes on this story. Yes this is loosely based off the spiderman homecoming movie but not completely. Spiderman and Iron man exist in this universe. As of this moment, those are the only two MCUs really in this universe because there’s just not a lot to work with without making this a giant cross over and honestly, i rather keep it smaller and not add every avenger ever.
Second, for the identity of Iron man, it’s a secret. I’m going back to the original comics where no one knows who Iron Man is and as far as anyone can tell he’s Tony Stark’s bodyguard using a suit tony made for him after being captured and all that jazz. So in this universe, Tony Stark is played by teenager canon Tom (who is human in this version) and Iron Man is his bodyguard.
Star is MJ from the homecoming because I love her attitude in the movie and it’s really a nice change of pace for writing the magical princess. Seriously it was too much fun in the drabbles and it is too much fun here. also Ferguson is Ned but not ned because hidden plot reason. He’s basically ned the friend and not ned guy in the chair.
the last thing thing i really need to talk about is the villain in this story. Honestly, I’ve been playing overwatch, I love playing the new character doomfist and I honestly just wanted my own villain with a giant robotic arm so i do what i do best: poorly design my own. It’s not anyone from Star vs, completely original so there’s no secret identity to figure out there.
finally the story. This takes place early on in Marco’s career, a few months after being bitten by the spider and he’s trying to prove to the city he is an actual hero like his idol Iron man *Who has some renown at this point*
That’s it for me. Have an amazing week, i hope you enjoy the story. there is a lot more to it that me and mae came up with and if you like it, let me know. check her tumblr out for some awesome sketches of this au. I Might do more because I had a blast writing this. take care everyone!
Bright colors were the first thing I noticed as I walked through the cracked wooden door. It was unexpected and I observed my surroundings. I was in a small room. There weren’t any walls, but instead large tapestries of various colors hung from white poles. One of the tapestries was pulled ever so slightly to the side and I could just see people busying themselves on the other side. Carnival music filled my ears and the sounds of the trumpets and pianos was almost too cheerful sounding to the point where it was eerie.
Harry and you had planned to go out clubbing for the night. One of Harry’s friends was hosting a party at one of the clubs near the flat you and Harry had been sharing for the last couple of months.
You were almost ready to go, having done your makeup, a simple black eyeliner with a little bit of gold and a nude pinkish lipstick. You then curl your hair and put half of it up with a hair-tie. It was simple, but this would do. Harry was sitting on the couch watching some football and growing impatient.
“I’m almost done, babe!” You shout from the bedroom as you try to curl your hair faster.
“It’s alright, take your time.” Harry says. But you knew if you took any longer he’d probably fall asleep as he usually does.
After you finally finish your hair, you slip into a halter top romper, and black ankle boot heels. You look in the mirror, apply some more lipstick and walk out the door towards the living room.
You catch a sleepy Harry with his eyes almost closing as the TV watches him, instead of it being the other way around. He yawns and you smile to yourself. Harry was wearing a black shirt which was opened down revealing most of his chest and make him look too sexy for words. He was also wearing a black blazer with his black/white striped pants. He looked way too good to be real.
“I’m ready!” You say, waking him up a little bit. “If you’re tired, we can stay here instead, babe.”
Harry looks up at you, and he seems a little stunned. He’s at a loss for words.
“No way! You look absolutely gorgeous,” he says while getting up to go over to you.
Harry takes a hold of your hand, and makes you do a little spin, while admiring the beauty that’s right in front of him.
“Boy, am I lucky.” He says with a cheeky grin on his face.
“Oh stop it, baby. Let’s get going, we don’t wanna be late..Which we already are” You say, trying to hide the blush in your cheeks.
“Are you blushing?” Harry says, noticing right away.
You quickly reject his stupid remark and walk away while smiling. Harry was smiling too, walking closely behind you while intertwining his hand with yours. You couldn’t believe that after all the time you’d been dating, he still had this effect on you. He still gave you butterflies.
You both then get into the car that was waiting for you outside the apartment. Harry had offered to drive, but then he realized that you’d both be drinking way too much so it was best to just get a car. When you arrive, the party is in full swing, people come over to greet Harry and you and the drinks start coming your way. You decide to let loose and have some drinks, and Harry did too. You were downing shots, dancing and sometimes sneaking a few kisses all over the place. It got pretty sloppy quickly between the two of you. But it didn’t matter because you were having a good time. And then out of nowhere, you get the brilliant idea of getting a tattoo.
“Harry, I want a tattoo!” You shout over the beat of the music that clouded the whole room.
“What?!” Harry half-shouted into your ear. You weren’t sure if he didn’t hear what you said or if he was in shock of the words that came out of your mouth.
“I Want A Tattoo!” You shout again while pointing to one of his tattoos on his arm. You didn’t know if it was the liquor in your system or whether you really wanted a tattoo, but you went with it anyway.
“Are you sure??” Harry looks into your eyes, and you nodded with a hopeful gleam in your eyes.
“Let’s go get tattoos!” He says while laughing.
“Yes!” You shout and run away from the dance floor to get into a car and go to the nearest tattoo shop.
Shortly after getting the tattoo, you hop back into the car to go home. Harry had joined you and gotten one too. You stare and your bandage next to Harry’s and can’t stop giggling.
“Why are you laughing, babe?” Harry questions your weird giggling fit.
“We just got tattoos!” You exclaim, which makes Harry laugh.
You were too happy and excited from the high of drinking and partying, that soon enough you and Harry were having a steamy, make out session in the back of the cab. You found yourself on top of Harry laps while he grabbed your bum. Your hand was getting tangled in his curls while the other held on to his cheek. You started kissing his jaw and his neck. He couldn’t wait to get home to strip you from that romper that was far too short and far too revealing, but drove him crazy. When you finally get home, Harry fumbles to find the keys in his pocket to open the door. You can’t keep your hands off of each other.
After dropping them a couple of times, he finally manages to open the door. You both start stripping leaving pieces of clothing on the path to the bedroom. While taking off his pants, Harry trips and falls which makes you both burst into a fit of giggles. But then continue kissing and holding each other.
Before reaching the bed, Harry picks you up and you wrap your legs around Harry’s waist while still kissing. Your hand reaches into his hair and he grabs your cheeks, while whispering “I love you so much” on your lips. Then after fooling around for a bit, you both feel exhausted and sleepy, so you cuddle up to Harry, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your head onto his chest. He wraps his arms around you while stroking your spine softly. He places lazy kisses on the top of your head until you both fall into a blissful sleep.
The next morning, you wake up with an aching head, a bitter taste in your mouth and a sting on your left forearm near your wrist. You lift the bandage up to reveal a tiny little arrow pointing outwards.
Oh no no no.
You reach over to Harry’s side to find an empty bed. Harry must have woken before you. You go over the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth and then head into the kitchen. The smell of bacon fills the air, along with the sound of pans and bowls shuffling around. You walk slowly around the corner and find Harry trying to make cook some breakfast. He looks adorable concentrating on mixing the pancake batter.
You sneak up to him and almost made him drop the bowl.
“Oh, I’m sorry babe!”
“Good morning, love. I didn’t know you were awake, I wanted to surprise with breakfast in bed.”
“Aw that’s so sweet, Harry. Sorry I ruined the surprise.” You say while kissing his cheek.
“That’s alright, babe. Now we can enjoy breakfast together.” He says while kissing you back, but on the lips.
You help him finish breakfast and pour some orange juice for the both of you. When you’re all settled down at the breakfast bar, enjoying the delicious pancakes and bacon that Harry cooked for you. You decide to bring up the blurry events from the night before. You can’t really remember much.
“So do you remember what happened last night?” You break the silence while showing him your freshly inked skin.
“Oh my god, you got it too?“ He states while taking a hold of your arm to look at it better.
"Got it, too? What are you on about?” You look at Harry puzzled by his reaction.
“I guess we decided to get matching tattoos!” He states while revealing the same tattoo on his arm, on the same place that yours was.
“I can’t believe we don’t remember.” You state while shaking your head and laughing at how far things escalated last night.
“I love them though,” Harry states while smiling and continuing to eat his pancakes.
“Me too, no regrets, yeh?” You say while smiling back at him.
“No regrets.” He reassures you while leaning over to kiss you.