#mlm march

[soulless-angel25]

(finally got around to drawing this! I think you can tell who I liked drawing the most lol)

Drawn for day 14's prompt: Polyamory of MLM March 2025 (@ghostsfanficevents)

[lolinuyashazeldafan]

MLM March 2025 day 21 protective

A Slay the Prince AU fanfiction for @ghostsfanficevents event MLM March 2025 day 21 protective.

The crow humanoid Quiet fall in love with the handsome prince in chains as The Narrator said to him in his head, "Slay him! Slay the Prince!" only for Quiet to throw the knife out the window and he said, "No. Screw you. I'm protecting him." which the Narritor said, "I hate you."

[legofanguy1999]

MLM March 2025 day 27 picnic

A Marvel Comics fanfiction for @ghostsfanficevents event MLM March 2025 day 27 picnic.

Wiccan and his husband Hulking invite a couple of their friends for a picnic to celebrate the anniversary of their team the Young Avengers.

[iruthomlogs]

MLM March 2025 day 12 outsider perspective

A Baldur's Gate 3 fanfiction for @ghostsfanficevents event MLM March 2025 day 12 outsider perspective.

Members of the party talk about the relationship between Peteberg and Astarion with Gale not sure about it, while Karlach think it is cute, and Lae'zel not caring at all.

[wowtalesofadventurers]

MLM March 2025 day 26 secrets

A World of Warcraft fanfiction for @ghostsfanficevents event MLM March 2025 day 26 secrets featuring my ocs.

The night elf Syl'dir and the blood elf Melathar work to keep their relationship a secret to avoid judgement from the Alliance and the Horde.

[samantha-girlscout]

Lip Sync Battle: Adrien vs Nino

So life is life and I haven’t written anything for MLM March because it’s next to impossible right now. But I had to throw this idea out there for you guys to consider: 

Adrien and Nino lip sync battling.  

Specifically like in this video: 

Personally I think it’d work best with Nino going first and Adrien going last... But I don’t have any compelling reasons beyond the fact that Adrien is more... acrobatic than Nino. 

(And Nino fangirling over his crush friend as he absolutely kills is just so appealing to me.) 

Anyways you guys agree? Disagree? Think that they’d kill it better in another battle? Super curious about what people think. 

[siderealscribblings]

A Perfectly Ordinary Ladynoir Story

In hindsight, falling into Chat Noir’s arms was usually a mistake.

“Are you sure you couldn’t see yourself falling for a guy like me?”  

Ladybug let out a snort, eyes rolling behind the black and red mask as Chat lowered the pair of them to the ground.

“Really?” Ladybug laughed, somewhat incredulously, nodding over Chat Noir’s shoulder. “We got a jilted tailor that’s got the city in stitches-”

“Nice one,” Chat said, tearing through the side streets as red thread chased after him.

“Thank you,” Ladybug said, yo-yo lashing out and batting away a needle zeroing in on Chat’s back. “You really want to bat those eyelashes at me now?”  

“Might be our last chance,” Chat said, leaping up and over the roof-tops and landing in a low crouch, depositing his partner on the rooftop. “Sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me? Maybe one last kiss before the icy hand of death envelops us both.”

“Later,” Ladybug said, throwing an arm out to shield Chat Noir as The Fashionista grappled up onto the ledge, needles clutched in her hands as she zeroed in on the pair before her. “Unless you want to find out what a pincushion feels like.”

“I’ll hold you to that later, Buggi,” Chat Noir said, extending his baton with a flick of his wrist.

“Somehow I knew you would,” Ladybug sighed, latching onto a weather vane and swinging out of the way of a hail of needles as Chat Noir flanked the akuma around the side.

Perched on the edge of the rooftop, Ladybug watched Chat drop the now de-evilized victim on the doorstep of her parent’s house, shooting a salute and a wink at her mother. He was, at his core, a corny little tomcat, who couldn’t miss an opportunity to act like he was auditioning for the remake of The Princess Bride.

Of course, that made it harder for Ladybug to take him seriously.

He was a tease, and part of Ladybug resented Chat for flirting like his words had no effect. Chat had winked, hand-kissed, and flirted his way through every girl they ran into. Even as he left the former Fashionista, he couldn’t part without offering her a kiss on the hand before springing up to the roof where Ladybug was waiting.

“She okay?” Ladybug asked.

“Fine, fine,” Chat said, rolling his shoulders with a small sigh. “Little rattled, of course, but I figured that much; not every day some weirdo brainwashes you and makes you his flunky.”

“That what the hand kiss was for?” Ladybug asked, brow arching in Chat’s direction.

“Was I really supposed to ignore a lady in distress?” Chat snorted, turning to his partner with a slowly spreading smile. “Jealous?”

“You wish, man,” Ladybug snorted.

“…maybe I do,” Chat Noir said, hands leaning on the top of his staff, glancing across at his partner with a small smile that made Ladybug’s heart skip a beat. “I wouldn’t mind if said you didn’t like me kissing other people.”

“You know…you do this thing where you almost look sincere when you say stuff like that,” Ladybug said, head cocking to one side. “I almost forget you’re joking.”

“…when did I ever say I was joking?” Chat replied, soft enough that Ladybug almost didn’t catch it. And it was easy for Ladybug to pretend that Chat’s confession fell on deaf ears; easier than confronting the truth that he might actually be sincere in his endless teasing. Easier than wondering how their relationship might change were Ladybug to call him on his bluff, pull him in by his bell collar, and kiss him so hard he never even dreamed about flirting with anyone ever again.

Instead, Ladybug opted for certainty, offering a fist for Chat to clumsily brush his knuckles against as though they didn’t each want a little more. 

The moment the transformation wore off, Tikki tore into the box of cookies on the desk in a hail of crumbs that scattered over the half-finished calculus homework.

“Hey, hey, watch it!” Nino said, picking the kwami up by her back and pulling her away from his desk. “I don’t think my teachers are going to buy the fact that my pocket-ladybug got food all over my homework!”

“Shorry,” Tikki said, swallowing a mouthful of chocolate chips. “Long day.”

“You’re telling me,” Nino said, flopping belly first onto his bed, the afternoon replaying in his head as Tikki floated over.

“…you know, you wouldn’t be the first Ladybug to fall in love with Chat Noir,” Tikki said, patting the back of Nino’s head as he buried his burning face in his pillows.

“Just…eat your cookies,” Nino groaned.

[miraculousstorytelling]

"So how far down does this zipper go chat?" (ML prompt)

This one got a little longer than I expected, but I had a great time writing it. It does possibly get a bit suggestive at the end, but most of it is just Adrien being ridiculous.

“So, how far down does this zipper go, Chat?”

Adrien raised a brow. “That’s when you woke up?”

"Yeah, it’s the fifth dream I’ve had with him this week.” Nino sighed. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Adrien shrugged, laying back on his bed and settling the phone against his ear. “I mean, he did save you from that akuma last week.”

“That doesn’t explain dreaming about him.”

“It might.” Adrien chuckled. “Maybe you feel like you owe him a kiss for being your knight in shining leather.”

“You know, I only told you this cause I felt guilty, and now you’re teasing me,” Nino grumbled.

“Sorry,” Adrien said, although he didn’t sound particularly guilty, “But, hey, maybe you’ll feel less guilty now.”

“I’ll feel less guilty when I stop dreaming about someone besides my boyfriend.”

“Maybe you can pretend I’m Chat Noir.” Adrien regretted it the instant he said it, but it was too late to take back now. He just had to hope Nino would laugh it off.

Nino did laugh, but then he followed it up with a suggestion Adrien never expected. “Yeah, you can wear a Chat Noir costume, and I can find a Ladybug one, so both of us can make out with our celebrity crushes. Sounds like a fun evening.”

Adrien’s mouth went dry. Despite moving on from his crush on Ladybug, he had to admit the idea of seeing Nino in spots was more than just a little appealing. “Are we...still kidding?”

Nino was quiet for a moment, then he hesitantly spoke, “We don’t have to be.”

Adrien ran over to his computer, rapidly typing for a minute before answering him, “You know, there’s a shop down the road that’s still open. I’m pretty sure they sell costumes.”

“Wait.” There was a soft creak and Nino’s voice lowered to a whisper. “Are you serious?”

“I could be.” Adrien’s heart raced in the silence that followed, waiting for an answer.

Nino swallowed. “I can meet you there.”

“No need.” Adrien grinned and tugged on his shoes. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Only, Adrien hadn’t counted on the shop being sold out of Chat Noir costumes. He’d managed to grab the last adult-size Ladybug costume, but now he was faced with a dilemma. He couldn’t just ask Nino to put on a Ladybug costume without reciprocating, and now that he’d imagined Nino in the suit, he couldn’t stop imagining it.

“Do you know if anywhere else might have one?” he asked the shopkeeper, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice.

“Maybe, but we’re the only place open at this hour.” She rang up the costume. “We’re getting more in tomorrow, though.”

“That’s okay.” Adrien deflated and paid for the costume he did find, racking his brain for another solution.

The second he stepped out of the shop, a positively dangerous idea occurred to him. He immediately vetoed the reckless suggestion, but as he walked towards Nino’s apartment, the thought wouldn’t leave. In fact, with each step, Adrien found that it sounded more and more reasonable.

He ducked into a side alley and looked down at Plagg. “So, how much Camembert will it take to convince you to transform me for a few hours?”

Plagg frowned up at him. “Are you serious?”

“I will buy you an entire cheese shop.”

“Some people could say this is an abuse of your power, you know.”

Adrien rolled his eyes. “Nino’s going to think it’s just a costume.”

“What are you gonna do if he figures you out?”

“He won’t.”

Plagg flew out to meet him at eye level. “And what if there’s an akuma attack?”

“Then I’ll figure it out!” Adrien glanced at his phone. “I’ve got three minutes to get there. Are you in or not?”

Plagg’s eyes narrowed. “How big is this cheese shop?”

“Plagg!”

Plagg sighed. “Fine.”

Adrien dropped the bag with the costume to the ground. “Claws out!” A brief green flash lit up the alley, and Chat Noir scooped up the bag with a grin.

Exactly fourteen minutes after ending his call with Nino, Chat Noir was at Nino’s front door, knocking and hoping none of his neighbors were looking.

Nino opened it in an instant. “Wow, a minute early. I’m impre…” His voice trailed off when he saw exactly who was standing in front of him. “Chat Noir?”

Chat Noir grinned. “Wow, this costume’s better than I thought if you really thought it was him.” He held up the bag. “I brought yours.”

“Adrien?” Nino’s eyes widened. “You look…” He swallowed as a blush rose to his cheeks. “Wow.”

Chat Noir stepped inside. “Glad you approve.”

Nino closed the door behind him. “Where did you change?”

“The shop.” Chat Noir tossed him the costume. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, mission accomplished,” Nino murmured, looking him over. He met Chat Noir’s eyes and frowned. “Okay, is that part of the costume?”

“Special contacts.”

“Really?”

Chat Noir nodded.

“Wow. You went all out.” Nino chuckled and headed to his room. “I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time.” Chat Noir paused and added on, “I mean... not too much time.”

Nino laughed from his room. “Hey, not all of us have perfected the ten-second outfit change, Mr. Model.”

“It’s all about practice, you know.”

After a few moments and a couple curses from behind Nino’s door, he finally stepped out. “Okay, well, yours fits way better.” Nevertheless, he struck a pose and grinned. “How does it look?”

Chat Noir stared. “Wow. It’s...” He stepped closer, eyes wide and voice soft with awe. “You look fantastic.”

“Thanks.” Nino blushed and fidgeted with the mask over his eyes. “Mine didn’t come with contacts, too, did it?”

“The glasses wouldn’t fit under the mask, huh?”

“Not really.” Nino placed a hand on Adrien’s shoulder. “Good thing I already know what you look like.”

Chat Noir grinned and slipped an arm around Nino’s waist. “Well, if it helps, you look purrfect in spots.”

“Are you sure you’re not actually Chat Noir?” Nino teased.

“Purrhaps. You’ll just have to find out, won’t y-” Chat Noir was cut off, a breath away from kissing Nino when his baton started ringing.

Nino took a step back. “Is that...your baton?”

“I…” He had no idea how to answer. Honestly, of all the potential scenarios he’d imagined, a call from his partner had never even made the list. They never called each other unless… He winced. “Um… Give me a second?”

Nino watched as Chat Noir ran to a spare room.

“Hey, Ladybug, what’s-”

“We’ve got an akuma.” Ladybug stared up at him from the small screen. “It’s bad. I need your help.”

His stomach twisted as he nodded. There wasn’t any possible way to talk himself out of this situation, and he couldn’t even stay to discuss it with Nino. Ladybug was more than capable of taking down an akuma on her own now, so if she was calling him, that meant he needed to go to her immediately. He suppressed a groan, taking a second to wallow in self-pity at just how much this plan had backfired, then he stepped out and looked for Nino.

Nino had tugged off the mask and jammed his glasses on so he could study Chat Noir more closely. “You’re actually Chat Noir, aren’t you?”

Chat Noir looked down. “Yeah.”

“And, let me guess, that was Ladybug?”

“There’s an akuma.” Chat Noir rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry. I really have to go.”

Nino grimaced. “So, you’re just leaving after telling me this?”

“I’m sorry,” Chat Noir repeated softly.

Nino shook his head. “No, I get it. You have a supervillain to fight. I just…” He ran a hand through his hair. “This timing is awful.”

“I promise we’ll talk when I get back.”

Nino managed a small smile. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Describing the situation as “bad” had been the understatement of the century. Ladybug and Chat Noir barely managed to defeat the villain together, and after seeing the massive destruction left behind, Chat Noir was even more grateful for Ladybug’s restorative magic than he ordinarily was.

After a quick fist bump and a wave, he bounded off back to Nino’s apartment, landing on the balcony seconds later. The door was open, which was simultaneously touching and awkward. Chat Noir paused, wondering if he should knock or just step inside, given that he was clearly expected.

“You can come in, you know,” Nino called from the living room, mercifully ending Chat Noir’s dilemma. Nino had changed back into his pajamas while Chat Noir had been gone, leaving the Ladybug costume draped over the couch.

“Thanks.” Chat Noir stepped inside, wincing when his ring beeped. “Sorry to run out like that.”

Nino turned to look at him. “It looked like a tough fight.” The feed from Alya’s blog was still pulled up on Nino’s phone, though he shut it off when Chat Noir walked over. “Are you okay?”

Chat Noir nodded and sat beside him. “Yeah, the suits protect us from being hurt.”

“No, I mean, are you okay?”

“I…” Chat Noir slumped forward, resting his forehead on Nino’s shoulder. “I’ve been better.”

Nino gently patted his back. “Yeah?”

“It’s getting worse. Hawkmoth just keeps getting harder to beat. There’s only two of us, and he can just keep making villains. It’s exhausting.”

Nino hummed in agreement. “Sounds like it.”

“I hated hiding it from you, you know,” Chat Noir admitted, soft enough that Nino nearly missed it. “It was just safer this way.”

“I get it. It’s a secret identity for a reason.” Nino chuckled. “What I don’t get is why you thought coming over here as Chat Noir was a good idea.”

Chat Noir smiled and peeked up at him. “The shop was out of Chat Noir costumes. And… I guess I thought I could get away with it.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Maybe part of me wanted you to know.”

Nino shrugged. “It makes a lot of sense now that I do.”

“So, you’re not mad?” Chat Noir asked, hesitant to suggest it.

“About what?” Nino raised a brow. “The fact that you let me think I was dream-cheating on you? Or the fact that you flirted with me as Chat Noir?”

Chat Noir bit back a chuckle. “Both?”

“Well, lucky for you, I’m pretty forgiving when a guy saves my life.” He glanced down at Chat Noir’s ring. “Three pads left. That’s three minutes, right?”

Chat Noir nodded. “Yeah.”

“Great. Cause, I think I owe you a kiss. And…” Nino leaned in, fingers loosely wrapped around the bell attached to Chat Noir’s outfit. “I never did get to find out how far down this zipper goes...”