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FIC: Papas are Gisdusting (MLB, Lukanette, House Band)

Characters/Pairings: Dingo King (OC), Kurt King (OC), Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Melody Couffaine (OC); Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: A morning coloring with her Papa, Uncle Dingo, and KK has Mellie realizing that boys are gwoss.  Absolutely gisdusting.

Author’s Notes/Warnings: My Insta algorithm has been personally trained by Quickspinner to viciously lob House Band prompts at me, like this Bluey clip where the dad felt like Dingo but the mum felt like Marinette so I figured it should be both 😂  (This quickly devolved into dumb fart jokes, and I’m not even sorry.  😂)

“Papas are Gisdusting”

“Eugh.”

Mellie looked up as the bathroom door opened and Uncle Dingo hopped out, glaring at his raised bare foot like it had personally offended him.  She tilted her head to the side as he hopped past where she was sitting at the kitchen table with KK and her Papa, coloring, to the sink, where he proceeded to hoist his leg – more specifically, his foot – into said sink and turn the water on.

“What’cha doing?” she asked as he continued to glare and grumble at his foot.  He looked up, still scowling.

“Washing me foot,” he said, pumping some of the hand soap Maman kept there onto his hand and lathering it onto his foot.

“Why?” she asked.  KK kicked at her, and her frown turned into a pout as she turned to him.

“You wash your feet,” he said, as if that was answer enough.  Mellie puffed out her cheeks.

“Not there,” she said, pointing to the sink in question.  “I wash feet in the bath.  Like a normal person.”

“…well, Papa’s not normal,” KK said, shrugging.  Mellie looked back at her uncle and nodded.

“I guess,” she said, shrugging herself.  “Uncle Ding’s weird.”

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WIP Wednesday: 9/14/22

I took my break, but I’m back to most of my writing time being on the weekend with work back in full swing.  😩  I did take a little writing break, during which I was sleeping rereading PH to catch up on where we were, but I’ve also been fiddling with this “How to Nab a Last-Minute Babysitter” plunny Quick threw my way...

Now, in Fred’s defense, the circumstances leading up to Luka Couffaine spotting a giant box making its way up to his front door and flipping the hell out wasn’t exactly his fault.

It was, as most Incidents in Luka’s life had been, Dingo’s.

It had started a few months back, when there had been a knock on the door and Luka had gone to open it, halfway through doing up his tie, to find a largish-sized box sitting in the hall.  He had been confused, as the delivery company usually came pretty early in the day and – as far as he knew – neither he nor Marinette had ordered anything.  He was also pretty sure neither Harmony nor Melody had ordered anything, either – they’d been checking their account daily since the Magic Wand Incident, and nothing suspicious had popped up in their order history recently.

Luka had looked around, but the delivery person was long gone.

“Darning?” he called, leaning back into the flat.  “Did you order something?”

Marinette walked out of the back, her head tilted as she put the backs on her earrings.

“No,” she said.  “Why?”

Luka bent to the box, but…there wasn’t even an address slip on it.  What the hell…?

He warily poked at the side, and the box…giggled? He made quick work of the tape sealing the top, pulled one of the flaps back, and came face to face with his nephew.

“…Kurt?” he asked, blinking at the giggling boy.

“Hey, Uncle Lulu!” he said, the name sounding more like ukulele with his lisp.

“What…uh…what’cha doing here, buddy?” he asked.  He opened the other flap and the boy sat up, grinning at him.

“Sittin’,” he said.  Luka’s eyebrows soared as he started climbing out of the box.  “Daddy said.”

“Where…where’s your daddy, bud?” Luka asked, looking around, but the hall was still very empty.  He tried not to scowl as he stood – Kurt was still watching him.  “Ding!  Come on out – this isn’t funny!”

There was no answer.

“Dingo! C’mon, man!” he called, a little louder. “We have plans!”

Kurt just giggled and toddled past him into the flat, and Luka groaned as his head tipped back.  He picked up the box, tossed it somewhere in the living room (which only made the kids squeal louder, as boxes made the best toys to an overactive mind), and fished out his phone as he headed back to the bedroom.  Marinette’s eyebrows rose as he came in, searching for the sitter’s number.

“That asshole better pray Priya is ok watching another kid,” he grumbled, raising the phone to his ear.  “And he’s paying her tonight.”

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FIC: "A Ring like Maman's" (MLB, House Band)

Characters/Pairings: Brielle Girard, Kurt “KK” King, Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Melody Couffaine; Kurt King/Melody Couffaine, Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: K Plus / PG / Most Ages

Summary: If Mellie’s going to marry KK, he needs to get her a ring just like her Maman’s: one with flowers and shabooey knots and everything. (Or: that time in Maternelle when KK ‘borrowed’ Marinette’s wedding ring to propose to her four-year-old daughter.)

Author’s Notes/Warnings: It feels weird tagging Kurt and Mellie as a relationship when they’re in kindergarten, but I guess it works? 😂 It has been a week, y’all, and Quick sent me this IG vid that was adorable and screamed Mellie. I needed some silly, fluffy distraction writing to escape life for a bit. 🖤

“A Ring like Maman’s”

“What’s that?”

KK King looked down at the item in his hand with a pudgy, frustrated frown. He thought it was fairly obvious what it was: it was a ring. A very pretty ring. One he had been sure Mellie would love because it was sparkly and Mellie liked sparkly things – almost as much as KK liked Mellie.

“…it’s for you,” he said, holding the very sparkly ring out to her. She puffed out her cheeks in a frown of her own.

“Why?” she asked. She asked him the same way that Monique Rivera had asked Mlle. Bourdaine why they needed to know why a starfish wasn’t a butterfly or why she couldn’t add little squigglies to the tops of her capital letters. KK looked at her the same way Mlle. Bourdaine had looked at Monique.

“Because I wanna marry you,” he said. He figured he had to be patient with her. She was just in Moyenne Section, after all. She’d understand better when she was in Grande like him. “And when you wanna marry someone you give them a ring. It’s the rules.”

Her nose scrunched up, and he was suddenly worried she didn’t really like the pretty, sparkly ring after all. He’d forgotten she was a Couffaine, and Couffaines liked rules about as much as Kings did.

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