Characters/Pairings: Luka Couffaine, Roger Raincomprix, Dingo King (OC); Luka Couffaine & Roger Raincomprix, Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Summary: Luka was just trying to do Tom a favor when Roger pulls him over with a very baffled question: “What the hell is on your roof?”
Author’s Notes/Warnings: …I have been running on absolute fumes this month. There were things that needed done today, but apparently I forgot about Juneteenth & all the places I needed to go are shut down for the holiday. So I slept in until noon and bullshitted this based on a crazy thing yesterday instead. 😂
“What’s on the Roof?”
It had been a long fucking day, and Luka was exhausted. He waved at the older man who had signed for the last delivery, double-checked that the back of his ma’s old van was locked up (which currently meant ensuring the bungee cords were hooked tight), and trudged back to the driver’s seat before climbing in. He just had to check back in at the bakery, and then he could head home and crash.
God, his bed was going to be so nice after a day like this…
It hadn’t started bad. He’d had a gig the night before, but even if he had gotten in late the show had been great and he wasn’t necessarily complaining about that. The problem had come barely three hours later, when he’d woken up to pee. Honestly, that was the only reason he’d seen the message. If the text hadn’t arrived right as he was crawling back into bed, he probably would have slept right through the notification and following phone call.
The text had been from Marinette, telling him she knew he’d had a show the night before and he could ‘TOTALLY SAY NO’.
The phone call had been from Tom, and…was a little harder to ignore.
...so remember the ad for Adrien, the Fragrance? 😂 This one is partially because of that and partially because our current building has no air, and summers at work are awful, and Luka rides a bike delivering pizza look me in the eye and tell me he doesn't sweat/stink.
I don't have actual fic, just a summary/notes of where I was going. 😂
I have the Girl Squad meeting at the Liberty to plot the latest Adrienette Matchmaking Scheme. It's in the middle of a heatwave, and they go to the boat bc the river's cooler. Except they're still waiting on Marinette to get there & they don't know Dingo's also there waiting for Luka.
And Alya read this article about pheramones/Teen Boy Sweat & has some bogus bs plan about using that to finally get Adrienette together, and "Rose tell them I'm right it's SCIENCE", but Alix snarks about how Adrien doesn't sweat (and if he does it probably smells like Adrien, the Fragrance”), which is around when Dingo's like "yeah don't trust a guy who don't sweat" bc he can't listen to this crap anymore.
Which leads to Dingo getting into a fight with Alya about the matchmaking, and Alya is insistent, but even the other girls are like "but she doesn't seem interested in Adrien anymore?" But Alya is her best friend & Knows, right?
Anyway. What Alya doesn't know is that Mari's late bc all week she's been meeting up with Luka while he's making his deliveries to bring him cold water. And I'm thinking Mari & Lu arrive back at the boat together (maybe she met him at work and he gives her a ride back so they can hang?), but the others hear them laughing/Mari shrieking before M/L realize they're there. Bc she dumps water on his head & he shakes it off on her like a dog & they're just being disgustingly cute. And Dingo just smirks at Alya & tells her what Mari's been doing, bc it's hot & Lulu's a growing boy & he's Thirsty.
And it all ends with Luka & Mari kissing & Alya losing her gorram mind & Dingo going, "I knew this & you didn't does that make me more of her best friend than you?"
FIC: "Silly Papa, Boobs are for Babies" (MLB, Lukanette, HB/DF)
Characters/Pairings: Dingo King (OC), Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Rating: Mature
Summary: Luka hasn’t been allowed near Marinette’s boobs since shortly into her pregnancy, and he makes the mistake of telling Dingo he misses them.
Author’s Notes/Warnings: Pinterest showed me this onesie, and I dropped it in the prompts channel at LBSC in the vain hopes that I would not be writing it, aaaand then I ignored my other WIPs to write it. Oops?
“Silly Papa, Boobs are for Babies”
On the one hand, Luka was probably fortunate he had always been more of an ass man.
On the other, his wife had some pretty great boobs. He loved Marinette’s boobs. He loved all of Marinette, honestly, but he really loved her boobs.
And they had been off-limits for twelve months and counting.
WIPWed: Festering Edition: 6/9/21: 5 Things Luka Regrets Telling Dingo
@chrwrites @nerdypanda3126 & Nonny...I wish I had more to give y'all than this. 😂
I literally only have a scattering of notes. (A lot of the Dingo Files are ideas that got spitballed in the Disco, turned into plunnies, and I jotted down conversations/notes/etc to get back to later. I haven't actually gotten to all of them yet, though. I should start picking away at some of these...)
This one is the story of when Luka got his wisdom teeth out. 😁 Bloods suggested something, and it got me thinking of those videos of people post-surgery? Where they're so doped out they just go nutty? He stupidly asks Dingo to go with him (bc if you've had your wisdom teeth out you know you're not driving yourself home), and Dingo films the whole thing. Or maybe Bri - I'm thinking Luka's so doped out Dingo's having trouble with him & calls in reinforcements. 😂
It starts with silly and stupid stuff, like "I slept with a stuffed loch ness monster named Norbert until I was ten, Ding. TEN." Nothing too incriminating, but still stuff a good bestie knows is blackmail/wedding speech material. But it spirals. I'm still kicking this part around, but it ends up being a massive Love Confession. "Marinette is amazing. I am going to marry the shit out of her someday." But I'm kicking around the idea still that maybe this is pre-relationship, when she's with someone else (maybe Adrien, maybe just Someone Else), and Ding's like "...mate I thought you were over this oh shit?" "...oh right ok then I guess I'm gonna marry the shit outta fifty hamsters someday."
Because y'all know by now I can't just keep things light and fluffy I guess. Gotta whump it up a little. 😂
...I am 100% certain you did not forget about this fic, but ngl I totally did until I clicked it open. 😂
The title I have in the doc is actually "Luka and Dingo, Sittin' in a Tree..." and is for the @mlweeklyprompts prompt "A: I kissed [B]! / C: Did [B] kiss you back? / A: That’s not the point!" (...from May 29 of last year I'm pretty sure 😂)
So the direction this one was going: School dance is coming up, and Dingo's been trying to get Bri to agree to go with him. He's whining to Luka about it, which turns into a "Why don't you think she likes me" shpiel. Meanwhile, Marinette had asked Luka to meet her (bc she was going to ask him to the dance), and Luka's in the "ok Ding Mari's on her way can we talk about this later?" And one thing leads to another, and Luka (for reasons I still need to work out) decided kissing Dingo to shut him up was the best option?
(It all works out in the end, but this is the "Marinette sees Luka and Dingo kissing, thinks she missed her chance, and runs off/freaks out before Luka can stop her." fic.)
“I just don’t get it!” Dingo wailed, leaning back on his elbows and glaring up at the sky through his shades. Shades was maybe a little generous, Luka couldn’t help but think. He’d worn the white frames today, the ones with the bright orange mirror coat that Luka knew was more for style than protection from the sun. Luka looked back at his guitar as Dingo kicked his booted feet out, groaning again. He’d been groaning – whining, really – for almost twenty minutes now.
Not that Luka was counting.
…ok, Luka was kind of counting, but only because Luka was waiting for Marinette, and each minute Dingo spent whining was another minute Luka wasn’t with Marinette. Granted, it also meant it was another minute closer to when she would arrive, but Luka would have been content to spend that time noodling on Claire, not listening to Dingo whine about the stupid dance.
He just couldn’t seem to escape it.
“You don’t get the dance?” Luka asked, frowning. He was pretty sure he had missed something. The dance seemed pretty self-explanatory. Most were.
“…mate, come on,” Dingo sighed. “You are so out of it today.”
“Sorry,” Luka said with a nervous chuckle. He shrugged and leaned forward, resting his arms on Claire’s body. “Guess I have been a bit distracted.”
The way Dingo grinned let him know it was more than a bit, but he supposed no one could really blame him.
It was the dance’s fault, anyway.
Not that he’d ever really been a fan of the school’s dances before. It was his final year at Sant-Saëns, and Luka had never actually been to one of their dances. Well. He supposed that wasn’t technically true – he’d been to one. During the spring of his freshman year, when a friend’s band had been set to play the dance and their guitarist had come down with food poisoning day-of. But he hadn’t actually gone – he’d been part of the entertainment. It’s not like he’d had a date or anything. He hadn’t seen what the big deal was, anyway. It had all seemed boring to him.
…he’d been more interested last year, maybe, but the person he’d maybe been interested in asking hadn’t really been in an ask-me-to-a-school-dance place. They’d been friends, and she’d been in love with someone else, and even if he’d been slowly – quickly – falling harder and harder for her with every passing day, that hadn’t changed the fact that her heart had been drawn elsewhere. Timing and all that. So he hadn’t gone then, either.
This year was proving…well. He was thinking her heart was maybe starting to redirect, but they were still just friends. There had been that moment, back at Valentine’s Day, where he had hoped…but then he’d gotten sick, and Adrien had surprised everyone with a visit the weekend of, and he’d watched their moment flap away on purple butterfly wings.
Timing always seemed to be a big issue for them.
“…wish it was as easy as it is for you and Mari,” Dingo sighed, and Luka jumped. He couldn’t have heard that right. Things with Marinette were…well. He supposed they were easier than they could have been, from what Juleka had told him, but there was that timing thing. It never felt all that easy to him.
Speaking of…he glanced at the clock hanging over the doors of the school. She had asked him to wait for her after school. There was something she needed to talk to him about – something important – but she had a student council meeting about the dance. As she was her class rep, and on several of the dance subcommittees as well, her attendance had been mandatory. But she wanted to talk to him, and he always wanted to talk to her, so he had told her he’d wait. She should be getting out soon.
…she’d be here already, if not for the stupid dance.
“It’s not easy for me and Mari,” he finally said, brushing a hand through his hair. Dingo kicked at his side, and Luka rolled his eyes. “Anyway. What do you need to be easy? Sorry. I’m paying attention now, I promise.”
“Good,” Dingo huffed. “God, mate, get a pair of pretty blues blinking at you and you’re hopeless.”
Dingo paused, looking thoughtful for a minute.
“…was that my problem? Brown eyes not really your thing?” he asked. Luka couldn’t tell if he was teasing or not. He shifted uncomfortably, his fingers finding Claire’s strings and drawing out an awkward tune.
“What?” he asked, and Dingo laughed.
“Nah, I’m messing with ya,” he said. He looked back at the sky, another thoughtful look settling on his face. “Maybe that’s Bri’s problem, though. Lu, do you think that’s it? Do you think she thinks Mari’s prettier than me?”
“…ok, what?” Luka asked again, shaking his head. “And Marinette is definitely prettier than you.”
“Well, of course you’d say that,” Dingo grumbled. He kicked a pebble off the step. “Bri won’t go to the dance with me. She says it’s lame.”
“It is lame,” Luka said absently.
[...]
Before Dingo could say anything else, Luka grabbed his face in his hands and pulled him towards him, smashing their mouths together in a hard press of lips and teeth. His nose scrunched as Dingo yelped and flailed a little – he was pretty sure Dingo’s tongue ended up in his mouth, even if it was barely a second and only a bit it was still more than he’d ever wanted to experience – and it was over as soon as it had started. Luka shoved him back, his eyes narrowed in a glare, and opened his mouth to say something scathing when they heard it.
A clattering. A quiet gasp.
They turned towards the entrance of the school to find Marinette watching them with wide, glistening eyes (eyes that looked too similar to Juleka’s when she was about to run off crying), a collection of folders and papers and art supplies and what Luka was pretty sure was a prototype Kitty Section mask littered around her feet. Her eyes darted between Dingo and him, and Luka realized all too late how bad it had to look: Luka with his hands on Dingo’s face, both of them sitting too close together from where Luka had practically hauled him into his lap, faces red and lips a little bruised (he was pretty sure his was bleeding, and he definitely needed to punch Dingo for biting him), and God if she had seen the kiss…and then she was running, turning on her heel and disappearing into the school with everything she had dropped forgotten at the top of the steps. Luka cursed and shoved Dingo away from him, ignoring the injured yelp and demands to know what the hell had just happened, and shoved himself up to chase after her.
“Marinette! Wait!” he cried, not even realizing he’d run over the prototype mask in his rush to catch her. Inside, the hall wasn’t as busy as it would have been had it been normal school hours, but the after school crowd (the clubs, the loiterers, the remaining faculty) were still milling about. And Marinette…Marinette was gone.
He didn’t care if he had been the one to initiate the kiss. He was going to fucking kill Dingo.
oh oh ! I have so many I'd like to know about! Is it allowed to ask about multiple ones? If not just pick which ever is most appealing to you! "Every Third Year", "Who's Your Daddy", "I Think I'll Call Her Fang", or anything from 'Winters'!
I answered Winters here, so we'll skip that one here. 😘 And somehow you picked three in a row that only have notes. 😂
"Every Third Year" is from the House Band and is how we got six kids instead of five. 😂 19 Kids and Counting: Miraculous Edition (or: "Why stop at a House Band when you can have an entire orchestra?"). 😂 I was looking at my HB notes & made the observation that the kids are all split up by three years (so like in Dewey's first fic: Dewey was 4, Huey and Louie were 7, Melody was 10, and Harmony was 13), which started this idea of three years after Dewey's born, as a joke on their anniversary/his birthday, Marinette gives Luka a positive pregnancy test because it's been three years. And they already have five kids, and that's more than enough, but Luka is actually ecstatic and loves the idea of another? Because he's stupid nuts about his family and yeah let's do this thing? Which makes Marinette reevaluate how 'done' she was with her family, and also why Clara is four years younger than Dewey, not three. Because they had to start trying again. C:
"Who's Your Daddy" is a...I can't even say "cracky Dingo File" with a straight face bc it's Dingo and most everything he's in is cracky. 😂 It started as spitballing about how Anarka is the Hot Mom, and jokes about how Dingo would flirt with her just to piss Luka off, and ended up with @quickspinner saying Luka needs to haul Dingo overboard with a threat like, "One more word from you about my ma and I will actually kill you and give your corpse to Bri for ritual dismemberment." And @fenheart87 wanting Dingo to tease him: "Maybe I could be your new daddy!" It's Dingo. It's bound to be silly. 😂
"I Think I'll Call Her Fang" started when someone (it was spitballing with the group & I don't remember who found the original post) shared a FB post about this group of tourists at a crocodile farm. They're on this floating structure, and the owner says: "Whoever jumps into the crocodile-infested waters and swims to shore will get 10 million dollars!" And nobody moves at first, until this guy just jumps in and starts booking it. After he makes it, gets his prize, etc., he's back at the hotel with his wife & tells her he didn't actually jump. Someone pushed him. And she goes: "I know it was me." Which...if that's not Jagged and Anarka I don't know what show you've been watching. There was a joke about how they weren't famous yet and Anarka needed the money for a new guitar. Jagged was just being Extra Jagged that day. Jagged comes out of the water and a baby crocodile has chomped onto his ass - he ends up keeping it. He thinks he'll call her 'Fang'. 😁
I'm pretty sure this one was spawned before the Couffaine Misfit Farm Animal Rehabilitation Center formed, but I'm a sucker for farm animals. No sin here, y'all - just Dingo with a pet chicken he dresses up in cowboy gear and carries around in his backpack. 😂
"Luka."
Luka's eyebrow twitched, the only acknowledgment he gave that he'd heard his friend. He kept his eyes on the paper he'd been scribbling on, the notes in his mind still a tangled mess.
"Luuuuuukaaaaaa..."
Luka rolled his eyes and looked up, glaring.
"What?" he finally asked, putting his pen down with a snap. Dingo's eyebrows quirked over his shades.
"Wanna see my cock?"
. . .
"Your what?"
Dingo hoisted his messenger bag onto the bench, flipping the flap open to reveal a tiny white chicken peeping amidst the mess inside.
"Innit the best cock you've ever seen, Lu?" he asked, nudging him with his elbow.
...he was going to fucking kill him.
Aaaaand here's some notes, to show you where this is going...
From Quick: "Then he goes home and flops face first on his bed and Juleka asks him how his day was and he says Dingo made me look at his cock"
**Dingo has an Emotional Support Cock he calls the Big Pecker (bc no way he’d have a Lil’ Pecker), dresses up like a cowboy, and keeps in his backpack (bc where else are you gonna keep a chicken in downtown Paris c'mon).**
Marinette makes Luka a custom jacket, and it's the best jacket ever, until he brings it to her and it's in shreds. "What...what happened?" "Dingo's cock. Apparently, it's a fighter."
