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redrikkiTitle: Intrepid Reporter
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Characters: Alya Cesaire, Ladybug
Prompt: Shaking Hands
Length: 276 words
Summary: Alya won't let a little thing like danger stop her from reporting the truth.
On AO3 or
Alya held her camera with steady hands. They were always steady. Sometimes her family would get freaked out by how close she got to the fighting filming for her Ladyblog, but she didn’t let that stop her. Did Lois Lane cower behind her desk? No! She stuck like glue to Superman and got her scoop, because that’s what real reporters do. Sometimes sharing the truth was more important than staying safe.
“Look out!” Ladybug shouted.
Alya threw herself down just as a car sailed over her head. She hugged the ground, her heart pounding in her chest before she managed to pull herself back up. Her livestream was still going and somewhere her mom was probably watching it. “I’m okay,” she said breathlessly, as much to assure herself as her audience. “All good.”
By the time she managed to get back to her feet, Ladybug and Chat Noir had already launched into a plan involving his staff and a Ladybug-themed banana peal which looked right out of a schoolyard bully’s playbook. It worked, of course. Alya caught every second of it as the terrifying Fighting Fire turned back into a confused firefighter.
“Once again, Ladybug and Chat Noir have saved Paris from Hawk Moth and his akuma,” Alya narrated as the pair of heroes ran through their usual post-battle ritual of healing wave and fist bump.
Chat Noir made a hasty exit, but Alya managed to catch Ladybug before she could swing away into the sunset. “Anything for your fans?”
“Stay safe,” Ladybug said with a pointed look before leaping away.
“Always do,” Alya called after her. She ended the livestream and let her hands shake.
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Characters: Alya Cesaire, Ladybug
Prompt: Shaking Hands
Length: 276 words
Summary: Alya won't let a little thing like danger stop her from reporting the truth.
On AO3 or
Alya held her camera with steady hands. They were always steady. Sometimes her family would get freaked out by how close she got to the fighting filming for her Ladyblog, but she didn’t let that stop her. Did Lois Lane cower behind her desk? No! She stuck like glue to Superman and got her scoop, because that’s what real reporters do. Sometimes sharing the truth was more important than staying safe.
“Look out!” Ladybug shouted.
Alya threw herself down just as a car sailed over her head. She hugged the ground, her heart pounding in her chest before she managed to pull herself back up. Her livestream was still going and somewhere her mom was probably watching it. “I’m okay,” she said breathlessly, as much to assure herself as her audience. “All good.”
By the time she managed to get back to her feet, Ladybug and Chat Noir had already launched into a plan involving his staff and a Ladybug-themed banana peal which looked right out of a schoolyard bully’s playbook. It worked, of course. Alya caught every second of it as the terrifying Fighting Fire turned back into a confused firefighter.
“Once again, Ladybug and Chat Noir have saved Paris from Hawk Moth and his akuma,” Alya narrated as the pair of heroes ran through their usual post-battle ritual of healing wave and fist bump.
Chat Noir made a hasty exit, but Alya managed to catch Ladybug before she could swing away into the sunset. “Anything for your fans?”
“Stay safe,” Ladybug said with a pointed look before leaping away.
“Always do,” Alya called after her. She ended the livestream and let her hands shake.
