02 October 2020

Prompt: Mercy

Character/Pairing: Dingo King (OC), Luka Couffaine; background Lukanette

Rating: T / PG-13 / Teen

Notes: My "20m Sprint a day" turned into an hour bc I could not for the life of me pair Dingo with "mercy". xD I'm still not entirely crazy about this, but it's better than the other two.

"This is all your fault."

Dingo nods, still a little (a lot) shell-shocked.

"She's going to kill you."

Another nod. Luka's not wrong.

"…shit. I might kill you."

"I would deserve it," he finally sighs, reaching up to scrub at his face. His sunglasses get pushed up, and they tumble off his face when he drops his hands back down. He doesn't try and retrieve them: the rookie cop might try to tase him again if he does.

"Ding," Luka groans, dropping his head into his own handcuffed hands. Dingo would pat his shoulder, if not for his own cuffs. "All you had to do was pick up the cake."

"Yeah, but…cake is so boring," Dingo huffs, slouching back against the wall. "And Tom and Sabs were so busy with Mayor Bourgeois's vow renewal –"

"Never call Ma S Sabs again," Luka groans, pulling his knees up to his chest. "I will help her kill you."

"And Mari really should have trusted me more – I was helping Jules plan your birthdays years before she came into the picture –"

"She's my fiancée, Dingo! She's allowed to throw me a surprise party if she wants!" Luka snaps, but Dingo's on a roll now.

"Wouldn't even take any of my suggestions – no piñata! Who does that, eh?" he asks, and from the way Luka's face twitches he knows he's not helping his case any. "What? I was gonna put tequila in it!"

"You don't…that's what started the fire, dumbass!" Luka shouts. The rookie, who had been left with orders to not let those two out of your sight, I mean it kid by Captain Raincomprix fifteen minutes ago, looks back at the shout. He takes a step closer, his hand automatically going to his TASER, and Luka holds up his hands to show he means no harm. The rookie watches them another moment, uncertain. When they're in the clear, Luka looks back at Dingo. "I said no tequila, Ding. I was very clear about no alcohol at all."

Dingo snorts.

"Just because Mari's a lightweight –"

"Just because I can't trust you with a blood alcohol level higher than zero," Luka bites. Dingo gives him his brightest smile, but it doesn't really work.

"I was being vastly underutilized –" he tries again, and Luka twists enough that he can slap the back of his head.

"Marinette had everything covered!" he snaps. "All. You. Had. To. Do. Was. Pick. Up. The. Cake."

"…I wanted churros," Dingo sniffs, and Luka groans. It's like arguing with a brick wall sometimes.

"It wasn't your birthday, Ding," he says. "It was mine. And I love Mari's cakes."

"You love churros, too," Dingo says indignantly.

"I love my fiancée," Luka says, "who made me an amazing cake. That you just had to pick up and bring back to the flat. No churros. No tequila-filled piñata – how the hell does that even work?"

"There's a straw, see, and –"

"I don't actually care how it works, dumbass!"

"But you –"

"You crashed her car and set it on fire," Luka says, gesturing to the smoldering wreck the emergency crew was still inspecting, "while we were still inside it!"

"Hey," Dingo huffs, lifting his cuffed hands behind his head and relaxing on the wall. He's done playing the martyr. They'll get through this, like they always do. Marinette won't really be that mad. He'll get away with minimal groveling and only a few pleas for mercy – hell, Luka's probably already forgiven him! They're fine. It's not like anyone actually died! "We got an awesome story out of it, and Mari gets a new car!"

"She doesn't want a new car," Luka sighs. "She wants that car. Gina gave it to her before she died. She loves that car. She –"

"It's a car, mate," Dingo grouses. Luka looks back at the smoldering wreck. Marinette was going to be devastated. "She'll get over it."

"…she's going to kill you," Luka sighs again, "and I'm going to help."