skaylanphear: samieljj:✨PPAP✨ ❤️Here, have a crack-fic inspired by the art above and this video.
skaylanphear: samieljj: ✨PPAP✨ ❤️ Here, have a crack-fic inspired by the art above and this video. I don’t know why I’m inspired by certain things. I’m not sorry. Okay, so maybe he was going a little overboard. A lot overboard. She was probably going to kill him, actually. BUT he’d been a little obsessed with the video since it’d come out, his and Ladybug’s newest action figures had just hit the market a few days before, and it was cold—thus, he was wearing a scarf around the only part of his body not covered in invincible dominatrix cat armor (his face—he was referring to his face). It was too good of an opportunity to pass up, even if he risked life and limb in the process. He’d even worn sunglasses over his mask for the occasion. Besides, with it being so close to the holidays and Hawkmoth never seeming to relax in his attacks, they needed a good pick-me-up. Giving his Lady reason to smack him was likely just the ticket. Bounding from roof to roof through the lightly falling snow, he eventually skidded down to their regular meeting place, flailing a bit in his over-eager decent. “Whoa there, Kitty,” Ladybug said behind him, laughing a bit as she did. “Careful, or you’ll slip and fall.” Straightening, he didn’t turn to her immediately. With a huff, he made a very extravagant show of pulling his scarf off, snapping it in the air, and hanging it gracefully so it fell down either side of his chest. He then, somewhat flamboyantly, flipped his hair back and turned on his heel to face her. There was already exasperation painted through her expression, arms crossed over her chest. This wasn’t, after all, the first time he’d ever danced or mimicked pop culture just to bother her. He made a regular habit of it actually—much to her continued dismay. Though, to be honest, he didn’t quite get her lackluster attitude. He had some amazing dance moves. As if to accent this point, he paused for just a second longer—making sure to look quite serious and contemplative—before taking a deep breath, striking a pose to the right, and snapping his head in her direction. “LBCN,” he said simply. “Oh my god, stop…” But it was too late. He was already dancing. Hands raised at his sides, they moved with the beat of his hips, which swung every time he tapped his foot out to the side. He didn’t need music—the one time he had gone to the effort of providing music through his phone, Ladybug had burst out laughing. Which was not preferable when he could get all those groans, moans, and eye rolls instead. Grinning all the while, he shimmied up closer to her, never ceasing his dance. Until it seemed the right moment. Reaching down, he yanked the Ladybug action figure from where he’d strapped it to his belt and held it up. “I have a lady,” he sang to the beat. “Don't…” He yanked up the Chat Noir figure in his other hand. “I have a cat.” “Why do you do this to me?” He waggled his eyebrows beneath his mask, holding them up in the air before forcing his expression to go serious. “Ah!” He slammed the figurines together. “Lay-dy-noir!” “You ridiculous cat!” Oh no, he’d gotten too close. Weiterlesen -- source link