love square online gaming AU
“Okay, I quit. Ladybug’s mother likes me more than Ladybug does. How does that work?”
Walking back to her computer, Marinette snorted, wondering if that had anything to do with hearing her mom shout, “She’s AFK, dear,” earlier.
“Because she never has to talk to you, obviously.”
“Meouch. I assure you that your mother and I have had some lovely conversations.”
Marinette, who’d been a party to most of those conversations (which mostly consisted of her mother handing over blackmail material by the bucketload), hurried on, “Anyway, I’m sure you don’t want to hear all about my exciting trip to the bathroom, so—”
Right on queue, her channel partner said, “Wait, what kind of exciting are we talking about? Because—”
“The kind where I stubbed my toe on the cabinet,” she interrupted, choking down a laugh as she booted her character back up, “so hush.”
A rush of notifications from the livesteam chatters let her know that Chat had been ‘yowling like a horny cat’ and that they were glad she was back.
“Oh my god, you guys.”
“Looks like Elle’s gonna win the prize,” Chat sang, either oblivious or uncaring of the way their supporters were slandering his name, “If there ever was a perfect couple, this one qualifies—”
Fifteen different variations of, It’s true though! popped up on Marinette’s screen.
You two need to kiss!
“A-huh,” Marinette half-snorted and half-sighed. “If kitty-gamer over there ever wants to move his butt from New York to Paris, I’ll give it a thought.”
All her lines went dead silent, and what followed had to be the strangest silence in Marinette’s Let’s Play career.
Oh my god popped up in the chat window a couple of times, but other than that, no one said a peep.
Chat cleared his throat.
“I, um… I am.”
One second for it to sink in, and then Marinette’s gut flipped inside-out.
Chat cleared his throat again, and Marinette wondered how she could hear the blush. “Moving. To Paris.”
“Not! Of course! That we have to meet or anything if you don’t want to, but I’m not going to be online for like five days in like… two weeks.”
“Oh,” said Marinette, and sank her teeth into her suddenly tingling lips, face hot. “Well, h-how about that.”
‘How about that’ indeed, she thought as Chat laughed on the other side of the line. Three years of shooting down her friend’s ridiculous advances, and now, suddenly, she was faced with the idea that they might not be quite so ridiculous, and…
And, suddenly, all of her was a little warmer — and a little more eager — than she’d like to think about.
“Aaaaaanyway,” she said in her very best Ladybug voice, “we’re burning airtime, people! Let’s move! I want this base conquered by sundown!”