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[dilfzuku]

𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘/𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. gn!reader x adrien agreste, marinette dupain-cheng, luka couffaine, kagami tsurugi (separate)

𝐜𝐰. established relationship, food mention (marinette, kagami), kissing (marinette), probably some inaccuracies (it's been a while since I watched the show)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. repost from my old blog (@/kage7ama)! this one was surprisingly popular so I'm bringing it back :)

𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄—

Though he may have been locked in his room by his father, that didn’t stop you from climbing up to Adrien’s window. You were now resting on his bed, fingers carding through his hair as he laid his head in your lap. There wasn’t much to talk about regarding his Sunday, so while the conversation dropped off, you enjoyed the comfortable silence. His eyes drifted shut, mind being lulled to sleep by the sound of your breathing and the feeling of your fingers on his scalp.

“You’re so pretty,” you whispered, thinking he was asleep. “My pretty boy.” You stroked his cheek and his eyes cracked open, nearly startling you. His lips parted in a wide, toothy grin, something you were proud to know that than no photographer could capture. “Always be my pretty boy?” His hand encased yours, pulling it to his lips and kissing along the palm.

“Of course, always.”

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍-𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆—

The baking was coming along well; the macarons were perfect, the afternoon was full of smiles, and it was almost time to eat. Well, first you and Marinette would need to clean up the kitchen, which was a huge mess. There was powdered sugar everywhere and ingredients spread across the countertops.

“No you don’t,” you warned, turning around just in time to catch Marinette about to sneak a macaron into her mouth. She sighed, setting the pastry back down. Her eyes flickered back up to your face and her cheeks reddened. 

“You have something on your face,” she giggled. You brought your fingers up to feel around, but you couldn’t seem to find it, bringing on more of your girlfriend’s laughter.

“Why don’t you… kiss it off for me, then?” She froze, eyes widening like saucers. She sputtered for a moment before coming closer, fingertips ghosting over your arms. She leaned up, raising to her tiptoes, to press a kiss to the right corner of your lips. She leaned back, admiring her work while you admired her. White particles clung to her eyelashes and hairline, smudged across her skin. You tapped the tip of her nose, leaving a spot. She blinked at you in wonder. “My pretty girl,” you murmured, cupping her cheeks and kissing her forehead. You felt her skin grow warm in your palms before she leaned forward, tucking her face in the crook of your neck.

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄—

“Do I look better with an acoustic or electric guitar?” You looked up from your homework to see Luka standing in the doorway of his bedroom, leaning against the frame. You looked at him incredulously before shaking your head and turning back to your homework. 

“Electric? Duh? Have you even touched an acoustic before?” He didn’t respond immediately.

“I don’t think so… you didn’t even answer correctly!” You set the assignment aside, turning your attention to him completely.

“What do you mean? It’s definitely not acoustic.”

“No,” he whined uncharacteristically. “You’re supposed to compliment me!” He tried and failed to mimic your voice, “Oh, Luka, you look good no matter what! You’re so pretty!” You frowned.

“I do not sound like that!” He shrugged exaggeratedly.

“Well, I’m waiting for my compliment.” You rolled your eyes. Luka had his whiny, clingy moments, but it was always worth indulging in his requests.

“I’m sorry, pretty boy.” For a moment you could see the elation dance across his face. His eyes gleamed and he broke into a toothy grin. Quickly hiding his excitement behind a smug expression he shrugged nonchalantly.

“Oh, I guess I can forgive you.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Hm, I take it back,” you hummed. He glared.

“Okay, be like that.” You turned back to your homework while he stood in your doorway still, arms crossed. After a minute, you sighed, gazing up at him. He chewed his lip.

“Can you… call me pretty boy again?”

𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐈—

Watching Kagami dance across the field, fencing against an imaginary opponent, was much more enjoyable than you thought it would be when you first joined her months ago. Now, her determined expression and fluid movements never failed to awe you as you sat beneath a tree, eyes trained on her figure. After a few quick jabs, she let her body relax, and she made her way over to you to grab her water bottle. 

 “Your mouth is open,” she teased, a small smirk gracing her freckled face. Closing your hanging jaw, you handed over her drink.

“Sorry, you’re just- pretty. Really pretty.” She sunk to the ground beside you, leaning up against your shoulder and humming in acknowledgement. You brushed her bangs aside to see more of her face. “Are you done for the day, pretty girl?” Her cheeks flushed and she gaped at you for a split second, but otherwise didn’t pay it much mind.

“Yes, I am. We should get ice cream.” You pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek.

“Yeah, we should.”

© 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform.

[smellysluna]

Could you write an Adrien x reader imagine where they’re forced to date by their parents to promote an upcoming fashion collaboration something, and then go from hating each other and being super fake to falling in love for real?

You know what? I postponed this ask waaaay to much. So what did I do? I sat down and took up your challenge. Go and enjoy the story you asked for but I never put the effort to make - until now e.e

warnings? no warnings apply :p

You always thought arranged dates were a relic of the past, something that only happened in old movies or distant cultures. Yet here you were, sitting across from Adrien Agreste, the face of the Agreste fashion empire.

Your parents have arranged this meeting to promote an upcoming collaboration between their brands, hoping the buzz around your "relationship" would skyrocket their sales.

Adrien looked perfect, as always—his blond hair artfully tousled, green eyes bright but distant. Always maintaining the perfect façade. Unlike you, painfully aware of every imperfection and every nervous gesture.

"Let's get one thing straight," Adrien said, breaking the silence. His voice was calm but firm. "We don’t have to like each other, but we do have to make this work."

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and annoyance. "Agreed. Let's just get through this."

For the next hour, you both put on a show for the paparazzi lurking outside, sharing forced smiles and rehearsed lines. The whole encounter felt like a poorly scripted play, and you couldn't wait for it to end.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of public appearances, photo shoots, and meticulously planned dates. Your parents had spared no expense in crafting the perfect narrative: two young heirs, brought together by fate and fashion. But behind the scenes, your interactions with Adrien were cold and apathetic.

One evening, after yet another tedious event, you found yourself walking alone in the Agreste mansion. The luxury of the place was suffocating, each room a reminder of the pressure you were under.

You wandered into the library, seeking solace among the rows of books.

"You like to read?" Adrien's voice startled you.

You turned to find him leaning against the doorway, a curious look on his face. "Yeah," you admitted. "It's one of the few ways I can escape."

He nodded, stepping into the room. "I get that. Sometimes I feel like my whole life is scripted. But I prefer watching anime to get some distraction." And patrolling as Chat Noir, though he wasn’t about to expose his best-kept secret to you.

For a moment, you saw a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, and it struck a chord within. Maybe you weren't so different after all.

As the days passed, the cracks in your mutual disdain began to show. You still argued over trivial things and maintained a facade of disinterest, but there were moments—small, fleeting moments—when you glimpsed the real Adrien beneath his polished exterior.

One afternoon, you were both at a photoshoot for the collaboration campaign. The theme was a romantic picnic, complete with a vintage blanket and a basket of props. The director called for a break, and you and Adrien found yourselves alone in the park.

"Here," Adrien said, handing you a water bottle. "You look like you could use this."

"Thanks," you replied, surprised by the gesture. "I didn't expect you to be so… thoughtful."

He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me."

He hesitated, then said, "Like how terrible I am at cooking. I once set the kitchen on fire trying to make toast."

You laughed, picturing the usually composed Adrien in such a chaotic situation. "Seriously? Toast?"

He grinned, a little sheepishly. "Yeah, it was pretty bad. I had to call the fire department and everything. My father was not impressed."

You chuckled, the tension between you easing a bit. "Well, remind me never to let you near my kitchen."

He laughed along with you, the sound genuine and warm. "Deal. And maybe one day you can teach me how to make toast without causing a disaster."

One day, after a particularly exhausting photoshoot, Adrien and you found yourselves with a rare afternoon off. Deciding to make the most of it, you both ended up in the Agreste mansion's sprawling garden. The setting was beautiful and serene, a perfect escape from the public eye.

As you wandered through the lush greenery, admiring the flowers, you suddenly felt a cold splash of water on your neck. You turned around to see Adrien standing there, a mischievous grin on his face and a small water gun in his hand.

"Did you just...?" you began, but before you could finish, he squirted you again, laughing.

"Lighten up!" he teased. "It's just a bit of water."

You couldn't help but laugh, the unexpected prank breaking through the formality that often hung between you. "Oh, you're going to regret that!" you said, grabbing a nearby watering can and splashing him back.

What ensued was a playful water fight, with both of you dodging and splashing, laughing like carefree kids. It felt liberating to let go and just have fun, forgetting about the pressures and expectations that usually weighed you down.

Finally, drenched and out of breath, you both collapsed onto the grass, still giggling.

"Okay, I have to admit, that was pretty fun," you said, wiping water from your face.

Adrien smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "See? I knew you had it in you."

"Just don't make a habit of it," you warned playfully. "Or I might have to come up with a prank of my own."

"I'd like to see you try," he challenged, his grin widening.

As you lay there, catching your breath, you realized that this was the first time you'd seen Adrien truly relax and let his guard down. It made it more obvious that he's not just a perfect, polished model, but a real person who wants to laugh and have fun.

As the collaboration launch approached, your relationship with Adrien grew deeper. You began to spend more time together, not just for the cameras, but because you genuinely enjoyed each other's company. You talked about everything—your favourite anime, your dreams, your fears, your hopes for the future.

One day, you were both at a charity event for Adrien's school, where he introduced you to his friends. Nino, Marinette, Alya—they were welcoming and kind, and you felt a pang of envy at the close-knit group they formed.

"You're lucky to have such great friends," you said to Adrien as you watched them from a distance.

"I know," he replied, a fond smile on his face. "They keep me grounded."

"Tell me more about them," you urged.

He did, and as he spoke, you saw a different side of him—one that was caring, loyal, and deeply connected to those he loved. It made you like him even more.

The night of the collaboration launch arrived, and the event was a resounding success. The venue was abuzz with excitement, filled with influential guests, dazzling lights, and the perfect blend of glamour and sophistication. Your parents were thrilled, the media couldn't get enough, and every detail had gone off without a hitch.

After a whirlwind of interviews, photos, and obligatory mingling, you and Adrien finally managed to slip away to a quiet balcony overlooking the city. The cool night air was a welcome respite from the heat and noise inside.

"We did it," you said, raising your glass to him. The city lights reflected in your eyes, adding a sparkle that matched your mood.

"Yeah, we did," he agreed, clinking his glass with yours. His smile was genuine, not just for the cameras this time. "But I want to tell you something."

You raised an eyebrow, heart beating, curiosity piqued. "Oh? What's that?"

He took a deep breath, looking out over the city before turning back to you. "I don't want this to end. This whole thing. I know it started as a publicity stunt, but somewhere along the way, it became real for me."

Your heart skipped a beat. "I...". The sincerity in his eyes was unmistakable. "I actually feel the same way," you admitted, feeling a rush of warmth on your face.

He laughed, a light, joyful sound that made your heart flutter. "Good. Because pretending to be in love with you was starting to feel way too easy."

You blushed, a mix of relief and happiness washing over you. "So, what now?"

Adrien stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands. "Let's stop pretending and see where this takes us. For real this time."

Adrien stepped closer, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Now," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, "we make this real."

Before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in that perfect moment. You could feel the genuine emotion behind his kiss, a stark contrast to the rehearsed displays of affection you'd shown the world.

As the kiss deepened, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands found their way to your waist, holding you as if he never wanted to let go. The kiss was intoxicating, filled with all the feelings you'd both been holding back.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, Adrien rested his forehead against yours. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he confessed, his voice full of warmth.

"Me too," you replied, feeling a flutter of joy.

The pressures of your parents and the fashion world still loomed, but they felt more manageable with Adrien by your side.

[konarediss]

To Miraculers who like role-playing games!

For the last few months, I have been making figures using Hero Forge inspired by the kwamiis from Miraculous Ladybug. The thought was,'What if the Kwamiis were deities that looked humanoid but not quite human either?'.

Tikki, Nooroo, and Duusu are finished. Once I'm done writing their description, they'll be available for others to use.

Longg and Orikkio are having last checks. Pollen, Fluff, Trixx, and Roarr are in the beginning stages. Im planning on making the rest of them, too.

Here are the designs for Tikki, Duusu, Nooroo, Longg and Orikkio.

If people are interested in updates about them, should I make a separate tumblr for them?

[jademoon2u]

It's Bugs Bunny 🤣Ladybug with the Rabbit Miraculous! Wait that names already taken.. so she will be Bunny Bug!!

[miraculous-thenextspots]

Finally finished this four!

Although there still are the akumas and hero designs for Harmony, Clover, and Fabien, I decided to put them here as a group first.

Some fun facts about them all:

Henri's changes to hair color and skin color are to fit his new dad (Lance), and the song I chose for him is "Brutal" cause his life has been tiring.

Harmony was heavily inspired by Sunset Shimmer. Her music box will be important to her akuma chapter, and her song is confident due to how it reflects on how her attitude is badly seen by some.

@nerdy-chocomallow helped me a lot with Clover's and Fabien's designs. Clover's song is "The Wizard and I" because it represents her dreams of not being seen as the "Weird Plant Girl."

EVERYTHING Fabien owns has an easter egg to a horror game. His shirt has the Red Soul (Undertale), Catnap (Poppy Playtime), and Bonnie (FNAF). His pocket watch has a reference to Yume Nikki and Omori, and his cellphone case has a reference to IB and Alice Madness Returns.

Next Time, we will be seeing Taylor, Auster, and Francis... and then, the Diamonds.

Anyway, Clover and Fabien's parents belong to Choco and @booksrbetterthanpeople, and see you guys next time!

[gideonfromthecrypt]

Alix & Luka´s Excellent Adventure The mates at discord made me aware of this pairing. those two are so cool, so i present to yall. Also gonna post a version without the titles

[nobodyfamousposts]

ML Dolls AU: Sleeby Baby and Eepy Time

About Chaton and the best places to sleep.

The Box was Best Place.

It had his toys! And different feeling fabric pieces for him to curl up in or hide under if he was feeling cold. Nice enough to keep him warm but light and "aree" enough he didn't feel trapped. He could make himself a little nest! And it made him feel better with the walls all around him. No matter which way he turned, his back was to a wall and it was just comforting to have it there.

It was also super nice when the Friends Inside were around. Sometimes they got to visit from Grand Pa Fu!

Sometimes they got to take naps together.

The Box was big enough for all of them, which Chaton liked. Because they all got to nap together! Playing was fun and the Box was good for playing. But sometimes he got tired out and it was nice to get to sleep, too.

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His Bed was Best Place.

Mama made it for him! A basket with soft pillows! And comfy blanket. The nicest feeling blanket! Perfect for curling up in when it was cold. A cozy spot just for him. Filled with Mama's warmth which made it even cozy-er.

Sometimes Pinkling will sleep with him, too. That was kind of nice. He didn't mind sharing.  Though she didn't want anyone to know for some reason. Something about a "rep-yu-tay-shun" with the other Friends.

But sometimes? When it was just them? She made a good bed buddy. And the Bed made a Best Sleeby Place.

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His Sunny Spot was Best Place.

It was in a perfect position where Mister Sunbeam shine-ed through Mama’s window onto this one place on the floor. Warmth and Sunbeam. No covers needed. 

Chaton liked to pull pillows over to make a nest and relax with Mister Sunbeam till it went away.

The Mister Sunbeam wasn’t always around though. Some days were cloudy or rainy. So he enjoyed it on the afternoons he could, dozing in the warmth and sunlight while Mama was away or doing her home work—which seemed like a silly name since it was for school.

Just one of many wandering thoughts he had while dozing.

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…Mama was *Best* Best Place.

More than his Box, Bed, or Mister Sunbeam, he loved being with her. 

Sometimes she let him lie on her lap. While she was looking through magy-zeens and drawing pretty clothes. Sometimes while she was reading a book. She’d give him pets and scritchies! Comb through his hair. Play with his ears. Just letting him know she knows he’s there.

Sometimes she let him rest on her head or shoulders. When she was working on a project and needed her hands. When she was sewing or crocheting. And no matter where he was in his dreams, there was a gentle rhythm of click clack soothing him, knowing she was there. 

Sometimes she held him cozy in her arms. When she was watching a movie or playing a game on her cushy chair. When she was sitting in her bed and getting there but not quite sleepy herself. Maybe still playing on her phone or messaging her friends, the light shining a bit to keep the dark away till she was sleepy enough to join him in dreams.

No matter which way or what she was doing, he loved sleeping close to her.

Pinkling said it’s ‘cause of Mama’s magic “re-charge-ing his bat-trees”.

He doesn’t understand all of it, but Chaton agrees that Mama is magic. She’s warm. She’s warm and happy and she makes him feel warm and happy whenever he’s around her.

So whenever he can, he always chooses his *Best* Best Place.

[taldigi]

I've been watching a lot of Pop Up Cafe vids and have brainrot

I've been working on this for a long time, at least a few months