Whumptober 5th - Intrepid Reporter 2 (Miraculous Ladybug)
Title: Intrepid Reporter (chapter 2)
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Character: Alya Cesaire
Prompt: Gunpoint
Length: 307 words
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With all the akuma attacks over the last couple of months, Alya had sort of forgotten that regular human crime was a thing. Apparently, the guy with the gun in her local grocery store decided she needed a reminder. Alya crouched behind a display and watched as he shoved his gun in the clerk’s face and demanded she empty the till. He wasn’t akumatized. No one was making him do it. He just wanted money. Wild.
Alya pulled out her phone and started the livestream out of sheer force of habit. After all, it was the best way to get Ladybug there to help them. She recorded every second as the terrified cashier filled a bag of money with shaking hands and gave it to the robber. He caught sight of Alya as he turned to go and suddenly the gun was in her face.
“You call the cops?” he shouted and it suddenly occurred to her she might shoot.
By this point, she’d more or less stopped being afraid of akuma. Sure people got killed or transformed or erased from existance, but Ladybug always brought them back the second she’d won. And she always won. Ladybug wasn’t here though, and Alya didn’t know if her healing powers worked on bullets. Her mouth went dry and her hands on the camera started to shake.
“Actually, I’m livestreaming to the Ladyblog,” she said, trying to sound like she wasn’t about to wet herself. “Any thoughts for the fans?”
He lunged for her with a wordless snarl and, for a second, Alya was sure she was dead. He smacked the phone from her hands and fled the store.
“Are you alright,” the clerk asked breathlessly.
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Alya picked up her phone and called the cops like she should have done in the first place.
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Character: Alya Cesaire
Prompt: Gunpoint
Length: 307 words
On AO3 or
With all the akuma attacks over the last couple of months, Alya had sort of forgotten that regular human crime was a thing. Apparently, the guy with the gun in her local grocery store decided she needed a reminder. Alya crouched behind a display and watched as he shoved his gun in the clerk’s face and demanded she empty the till. He wasn’t akumatized. No one was making him do it. He just wanted money. Wild.
Alya pulled out her phone and started the livestream out of sheer force of habit. After all, it was the best way to get Ladybug there to help them. She recorded every second as the terrified cashier filled a bag of money with shaking hands and gave it to the robber. He caught sight of Alya as he turned to go and suddenly the gun was in her face.
“You call the cops?” he shouted and it suddenly occurred to her she might shoot.
By this point, she’d more or less stopped being afraid of akuma. Sure people got killed or transformed or erased from existance, but Ladybug always brought them back the second she’d won. And she always won. Ladybug wasn’t here though, and Alya didn’t know if her healing powers worked on bullets. Her mouth went dry and her hands on the camera started to shake.
“Actually, I’m livestreaming to the Ladyblog,” she said, trying to sound like she wasn’t about to wet herself. “Any thoughts for the fans?”
He lunged for her with a wordless snarl and, for a second, Alya was sure she was dead. He smacked the phone from her hands and fled the store.
“Are you alright,” the clerk asked breathlessly.
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Alya picked up her phone and called the cops like she should have done in the first place.