21 October 2020

Prompt: Laugh

Character/Pairing: Dingo King (OC), Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Luka Couffaine

Rating: T / PG-13 / Teen

Notes: Heheheheheheh… (This has been a WEEK, guys. Ugh every week this year has been a WEEK for Reasons, but I'm sure everyone's feeling that. All to say I'mma be behind a day, but I'm hoping to catch up this weekend.)

Dingo snickers, and Marinette jabs an elbow into his side to get him to shut up. He jerks his hand back and gives her a half-hearted glare.

"Shhhh," she hushes, then winces when Luka makes a noise and shifts in his sleep. She glances up at him before smoothing his bangs off his forehead. Dingo wants to argue that her kissing his forehead is more likely to wake him up than his snickering, but her elbows are jabby and he really doesn't want her hitting him again. "You'll wake him."

"I've got this," Dingo says dismissively, waving her off. When Luka settles again, a dopey little smile on his face, Dingo lowers the marker back to his skin. He pauses and glances at Marinette, a devilish little smirk curling his lips. "Unless…"

"Unless?" she prods, and he wags the marker at her

"You wanna?" he asks, and his voice is positively sinful. Marinette imagines he's the serpent instead of the octopus, and they're not in her living room but in a garden near the dawn of time. She swallows and looks back at her sleeping boyfriend, her lips twitching with a smile. "Come on, baby girl. You know you wanna."

"…just because I'm letting you draw on his face doesn't mean I condone it," she says, trying to sound indignant, but Dingo just grins at her and eventually she has to smile back. She even giggles a little.

Luka already has a monocle drawn around one eye and half a curly mustache stretching onto his cheek. His hair is still sticking up, leaving his forehead a blank canvas for…whatever she wanted, really. He was going to be so mad when he woke up, but the marker was washable and the siren call of a good prank was just too tempting.

…Dingo really is a horrible influence. (She'd argue Luka is, too, but she likes his influence more. Plus he's a much better kisser.)

"Give in, Mari," Dingo whispers by her ear, and she rolls her eyes as she swats at him. "Be the Boat Kid we all know you are."

She shoves him away and turns back to Luka. Miraculously, he's still asleep. She smiles and lowers the marker to his skin. Her flowers are scrawling across his forehead and down his cheek within moments, turning the mustache into a sweep of vines. Dingo pouts a little at that, but he doesn't voice his displeasure when Luka's face twitches and he shifts. Marinette quickly pulls the marker back, but Dingo snatches it from her as Luka settles onto his back.

"Dingo," Marinette hisses when he writes PROPERTY OF MDC next to her flowers.

"What?" Dingo asks. "You always sign your work. How else is he gonna believe it was you?"

Luka makes another noise, shifts again, and Marinette rolls her eyes before pressing a kiss to his clear cheek.

They leave Luka to his nap, giggling as they go to fetch their takeaway order.

– V –

Luka feels amazing when he wakes up from his nap, though that's probably because his head is resting on Marinette's lap as she eats her noodles and watches an old episode of that design show she likes. She grins down at him when she feels him moving, and he sighs happily as her hand brushes through his bangs.

"Hey, gorgeous," he hums, and snickering to their side makes him frown. He pops an eye open to find Dingo stretched across the armchair by the couch, his booted feet tapping to the runway music. He wiggles his fingers at him and blows him a kiss. "Hey, Ding. How long was I asleep?"

"A few hours," Marinette says. She catches his hand and brings it to her lips, kissing his knuckles. "You've been so tired this week. I wanted you to rest, and Dingo could wait."

"Rude, but true," Dingo says, tossing a fried bit of chicken in his mouth. "You've slept like shit this week."

"Lots of deadlines," Luka mutters. His face scrunches in a yawn, and Marinette giggles. Her hand traces a pattern above his eye, and he sighs as he relaxes against her. "I have to pee, but I'm too comfortable to move."

"Go on," Marinette says, and he groans as she leans over him to set her dinner on the coffee table. She nudges him up with her knees when she leans back, and part of him just wants to pull her close and snuggle. He really doesn't want to get up yet, but his bladder's pretty pissed at him. Marinette giggles and kisses his cheek. "Luka. I'll still be here when you get back. I even have dinner for you."

"Drunken noodles?" he asks, and she grins before shooing him towards the hall. "You're the best, darning."

"I know," she giggles, and he tries to ignore Dingo's added snickering as he goes to the bathroom. He pauses inside the room when something in the mirror above the sink catches his eye. Something dark and weird and…he forgets all about his need to pee when he sees the doodles littering his face in thick black lines.

"Oh, you assholes!" he calls, and the living room erupts in laughter. He tries not to smile as he turns the water on and grabs a washcloth. If it's one of the fancy ones Marinette made with fabric that was too expensive for a bathroom hand towel, he maybe feels a little justified using it to wash the marker off.

(She's got at least twenty more in the hall closet, anyway.)