The Couffaines • Oneshots/Scenarios

When the Twins have Playmates

Hi y'all long time no seeee :DD
I've been busy updating my other books. Been uninterested with MLBCN for a while now, dk what's gotten into me- So I've been publishing anime books.

Sorry for the slow updates y'all I'm tryna work on some other stuff. School started 2 days ago and I'm already strained with the work piled on us.

So this is what it means to he a graduate student huh 🤡

I won't promise frequent updates, I'm called "a lazy ass" for a reason lol. But I'm not going to leave this book discontinued; I'm going to try publishing atleast 102 chapters here just like the last Luka Scenarios.

Hope y'all enjoy!

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Third Person Pov

The sun shone brightly over the park as (Y/N) watched their twin daughters, Melody and Harmony, excitedly chatter and run around, their laughter filling the air.

Today was a special day- a playdate with Marinette and Adrien Agreste's kids, Emma and Hugo.

"Momma, Daddy, hurry up! Emma and Hugo are here!" Harmony called out, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

A glimmer shined in (Y/N)'s eyes as she hollered out to her daughters, "No running! Harmony, don't pull your sister."

"I'm getting a little too old for this." Luka grumbled, a small sigh escaping his lips.

As Emma and Hugo bounded over, the kids quickly greeted each other with hugs and enthusiastic hellos. (Y/N) exchanged warm smiles with Marinette as the scene unfolded.

The group settled near the sandbox, eager to start building sand castles. However, it didn't take long for a playful disagreement to arise.

Melody and Hugo had differing ideas about the castle's design, and their innocent bickering escalated into full-fledged arguing.

"I want turrets on top!" Hugo insisted, his hands on his hips.

"But I want a moat around it!" Melody shot back, crossing her arms.

"Hey, how about we compromise?" (Y/N) chimed in, attempting to mediate.

Before the twins could respond, Marinette interjected, a twinkle in her eye. "Why not build two separate castles? One with turrets and another with a moat?"

The suggestion earned giggles from the kids, and they quickly got to work on their individual sand creations.

However, soon enough, their competitive spirits got the better of them again, and they challenged each other to a sand castle contest.

"Alright, girls and boys, it's time to settle this in a sand castle showdown!" Adrien declared dramatically, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Luka, sharing a bemused look with (Y/N), nodded in agreement. "May the best castle win!"

The fathers joined in on the action, helping their respective teams construct the most elaborate sand castles they could muster. What followed was a flurry of laughter, sand flying, and good-natured trash talk.

"Your moat is no match for our turrets!" Adrien teased, playfully nudging Hugo.

Luka, wiping sand off his forehead, retorted, "And your turrets won't hold against our grand moat strategy!"

"Husbands, amirite." Marinette shrugged, watching the scene unfold on one of the benches.

(Y/N), who was sitting beside her, nodded in agreement, "They're like man-babies at this point."

Marinette and (Y/N) watched the scene unfold, sharing amused glances and chuckles.

The sight of their husbands, once sophisticated people, now covered in sand and entirely engrossed in building castles, was nothing short of hilarious.

After a while, the kids finally agreed to a truce, combining their castles into an impressive collaborative masterpiece.

The fathers sported buckets on their heads, filled with sand as makeshift crowns, while the kids cheered their accomplishment.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the playground, Adrien and Luka finally called for a break, their energy spent from the sand castle escapades.

The kids flopped down on the nearby picnic blankets, their faces flushed with excitement and the thrill of competition.

Adrien and Luka exchanged a knowing look, both of them simultaneously reaching for the buckets that had once served as their makeshift crowns.

With a playful grin, they positioned the buckets on their heads, now repurposed as sand-filled hats.

"Oh Dad, you look so silly." Adrien mused.

Luka returned the compliment with a winning smile, "Thank you. You look silly too, Dad."

With a lighthearted swagger, Adrien approached Marinette, who was sitting with (Y/N) on the picnic blanket, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Luka, his steps a bit more relaxed, made his way to (Y/N)'s side, sporting his sandy headgear with pride.

"Bonjour, Madames" Adrien greeted with an exaggerated bow, despite the bucket threatening to tip from his head.

Marinette chuckled, her laughter bubbling up like a melody. "(Y/N), have you seen the latest fashion trend? Sand hats are all the rage this season."

(Y/N) grinned, shaking their head in mock disbelief. "Ah, truly groundbreaking. I can see Vogue writing an article about it already."

Luka leaned in, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. "You see, we've decided to embrace our inner avant-garde artists. This, my dear, is the pinnacle of sand fashion."

Marinette and (Y/N) burst into laughter, the sound ringing out across the park. Their cheerful giggles were like a sweet harmony that echoed in the twilight.

"Oh, absolutely!" Marinette replied, feigning awe. "I can't believe we didn't think of it sooner. Sand accessories are the epitome of chic!"

(Y/N) nodded in agreement, holding back tears of laughter. "Truly, a revolution in style. Move over, berets."

Emma and Hugo joined in on the laughter, the infectious mirth spreading like wildfire.

Adrien and Luka, though initially feigning affront at the playful teasing, couldn't help but join in on the amusement, their shoulders shaking as they chuckled along.

With the sand-crowned dads and the giggling moms, the scene was one of pure joy and camaraderie. In that moment, the trials and tribulations of adulthood seemed to melt away, leaving behind only the genuine, unadulterated delight of being in the company of loved ones.

As the sun sank lower, casting a warm, orange glow over the park, the group shared stories, jokes, and plans for future playdates.

The sky turned into a canvas of vibrant colors, a perfect backdrop for the laughter and companionship that filled the air.

Eventually, as the day drew to a close, the families gathered their belongings, the children now sleepy but content.

Adrien and Luka removed the sand-filled buckets from their heads with mock elegance.

"We should do this again soon," Luka suggested, his gaze warm as he looked at (Y/N).

"Definitely," Adrien agreed, shooting a playful wink at Marinette.

As the families said their goodbyes and headed their separate ways, the memory of the sand-covered dorks and the infectious laughter lingered, a testament to the magic that can be found in the simplest of moments.