#dingtober

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.

Prompt: Midnight

Character/Pairing: Dingo King (OC), Brielle Girard (OC)

Rating: M / PG-16 / Older Teen (for mentions of Dingo’s Junk)

Notes: I wrote this at 2:30 AM instead of sleeping because my sleep schedule got JACKED yesterday. This is teeeeechnically Bloody’s fault, but the Question of Things had been raised before and…hey so this actually happened to an old boss of mine and all I can say is Please Dye Responsibly. xD

“Shut up, you big baby.”

Dingo can only whimper again.  Brielle just sniffs and flips the page in the waiting room magazine she’d brought back with them.  She isn’t particularly pleased with him at the moment, though that’s partially because she’d had to put her pants back on and partially because she could be sleeping right now.

Prompt: Shelter

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

Rating: T / PG-13 / Teen

Notes: Idek with this one, but I like the closing bit so I guess I’m keeping it.

It’s been a…well.  Not a horrible day, not really, but it’s definitely been dreary.  The sky has been overcast since the night before, the winds bringing with them the scent of rain and the promise of a soaking storm.  Dingo barely listens to the news anymore – Nadja Chamack isn’t the most reliable journalist, and he doesn’t really trust meteorologists – and he doesn’t usually pay much attention to the skies.

Prompt: Reflection

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

Rating: T / PG-13 / Teen

Notes: This one got a little silly towards the end.  Whoops.  (Whooooo it’s over!  Thanks for sticking with me through this, guys!)

Dingo’s sitting at the back of the little room in the old church, hunched over with his elbow on his knees and his chin in his hand.  His sunglasses are a simple black today and dark enough to hide the amusement in his eyes, but they don’t really hide how high his eyebrows have lifted. It was his one capitulation to Marinette: he’d agreed to wear a respectable pair of shades, but he’d refused to forgo them entirely.

When he’d told her that, she’d given him a look halfway between desperate and thankful and told him she hadn’t expected him to, anyway.

Prompt: Flowers

Character/Pairing: Dingo King (OC), Marinette Dupain-Cheng; background Lukanette & Bringo

Rating: T / PG-13 / Teen

Notes: Paper flowers are nothing new, and Bestie (former music major) was actually looking at the sheet music roses for a wedding bouquet once.  I have no idea if you could actually do this with photo negatives, but wouldn’t it be neat?

Dingo doesn’t believe in flowers.  Not like, say, Rose or Marinette do.  He’s pretty sure Bri doesn’t, either, but Bri’s still a girl and girls are supposed to like flowers.

Prompt: Drip

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

Rating: T / PG-13 / Teen

Notes: Quick practically gift-wrapped this one, but I was running nonstop Monday & got too ambitious with it.  I broke my time limit to get the full idea in and I’m still thinking it needs a full fic and not a prompt ficlet?  I wasn’t gonna think that with any of these and whoops…

“Are you ready?” Dingo asks, fidgeting with the camera a little.  Luka’s fidgeting himself, but with something much smaller. He grins at Dingo, and there’s something…not helpless, but kinda, about that grin.

“As I’ll ever be,” he says.  He looks back at the pick in his hands – it’s an old one, one he gave away years ago but keeps finding its way back to him – and flips it over his knuckles again. “Think she’ll say yes?”

“You actually think she’ll say no?” Dingo snorts, and Luka shoves him a little.  “She’d be crazy not to.”

“I’m just crazy enough to be afraid she will,” Luka confesses, and Dingo snorts again.

Prompt: Teeth

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

Rating: T / PG-13 / Teen

Notes: I made a mistake & made it sound like Marinette knew for certain what kissing Dingo was like, and Mal asked, and it maybe ran away from me.  Took a couple sprints for this one because Makeouts. xD  (I’m trying to catch up on these, y’all, but I’ve been incredibly sick all week and writing has just…not happened.)

Marinette grits her teeth together.  She’s trying to keep a pleasant smile on her face, but by the way the two girls immediately scoot over to the left and hand their money to Brielle, she’s pretty sure she hasn’t succeeded.

It’s not her fault, though.

It’s Ginger’s.

Ginger, who was the lead president/chair/whatever of the student government.  Ginger, who had recommended all students most participate in the Fall Festival (even going so far as to suggest they be graded on their performance!), to encourage student morale.  Ginger, who had seen a trashy American teenage romcom that featured a couple getting together over a kissing booth and had suggested that (the kissing booth) as the terminale contribution to the school’s upcoming student fundraising festival.  Ginger, who had spent the past ten minutes slipping cash into the jar in front of Luka Couffaine to monopolize his required time at the booth.

Prompt: Festival

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

Rating: K Plus / PG / Most Ages

Notes: Sing it with me: “YOU KNOW I LOVE UNICORNS!!!”

Dingo isn’t mad.  He’s…hurt, a little.  Put-out. Disappointed.  And all of it just enough to be, as always, annoying.

“But why?” he insists, tapping his foot against the amp he’s sitting on,  It’s not a nervous gesture, and it’s not from agitation.  If anything it’s an excess of energy, a constant need to be in motion and not stand still.  Luka doesn’t read anything into the toe-tapping because there’s nothing to read: it’s just how Dingo is.  Dingo and still don’t really get along all that well.  “I always play the Festival with you.”

“And this year you’re gonna have to play on your own,” Luka says, shrugging as he moves aside the Captain’s old bodhrán.  Dingo reaches for it automatically – Dingo loves all drums, and that one had become a particular favorite when he’d first discovered it in the Liberty’s stores – and Luka hands it over without a second thought.  A steady, rapid tapping immediately fills the space between them. “It’s nothing personal, Ding.”