Whumptober 13th - Intrepid Reporter 4 (Miraculous Ladybug)
Title: Intrepid Reporter 4
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Prompt: Adrenaline
Characters: Alya, Nino
Summary: Alya and Nino in the aftermath of Heroes Day
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The adrenaline that had kept Alya going abandoned her the second she handed over her miraculous. She sagged against Nino, exhausted, as Ladybug swung away.
“Are you alright?” Nino asked like she couldn’t feel him trembling too.
Alya carefully lowered herself to the ground. Her last superhero outing hadn’t hit her this hard. “That. Was. Crazy.” The five of them had gone up against Hawkmoth and a literal army of akumas, not to mention whatever that monster at the end was. It was a miracle they were alive.
“I know, right?” Nino dropped down beside her and leaned against her. He shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re Rena Rouge.”
And that was why he wasn’t the reporter she was. “I had you pegged as Carapace from minute one, dude. Ugh.” Alya flopped onto her back. “Do you know the worst part of being a superhero?” “Ah, where we got akumatized and almost died?” Alya scoffed. “Please, like we’ve never done that before.” “True,” Nino agreed with a shrug. “Umm, feeling like you’ve been hit by a truck after?” Getting hit by a truck felt like a bit of a stretch. It was more like she’d just run a marathon after not eating for a week. She couldn’t believe they still had to go to class after this when all she wanted to do was eat a horse and sleep. Marinette’s picnic could not come soon enough.
Alya sighed. All that stuff was important to consider, but it wasn’t the worst. “I can’t share any of the stuff I did as Rena Rouge on the Ladyblog. I do not know how Clark Kent does it.”
“Dude,” he shook his head, “you have got to sort out your priorities. Also, I’m pretty sure Superman manages it because he’s fictional.”
She waved him off. “It’s the print media. He can just write about the stuff he did as Superman after the fact. My fans expect me to give them up-to-the-minute reporting.”
Nino laughed and lay down next to here. “I know you’ll figure it out,” he murmured into her hair.
Alya’s eyes drifted shut. A mirage might work. Or a static camera left on a rooftop somewhere. Whatever. She’d get it eventually, but she was too tired to do think about it right now. At some point, they really needed to get back to class or at least call their families to let them know they were okay. In the meantime, Alya was content to lay in her boyfriend’s arms.
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Prompt: Adrenaline
Characters: Alya, Nino
Summary: Alya and Nino in the aftermath of Heroes Day
Read on AO3 or
The adrenaline that had kept Alya going abandoned her the second she handed over her miraculous. She sagged against Nino, exhausted, as Ladybug swung away.
“Are you alright?” Nino asked like she couldn’t feel him trembling too.
Alya carefully lowered herself to the ground. Her last superhero outing hadn’t hit her this hard. “That. Was. Crazy.” The five of them had gone up against Hawkmoth and a literal army of akumas, not to mention whatever that monster at the end was. It was a miracle they were alive.
“I know, right?” Nino dropped down beside her and leaned against her. He shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re Rena Rouge.”
And that was why he wasn’t the reporter she was. “I had you pegged as Carapace from minute one, dude. Ugh.” Alya flopped onto her back. “Do you know the worst part of being a superhero?” “Ah, where we got akumatized and almost died?” Alya scoffed. “Please, like we’ve never done that before.” “True,” Nino agreed with a shrug. “Umm, feeling like you’ve been hit by a truck after?” Getting hit by a truck felt like a bit of a stretch. It was more like she’d just run a marathon after not eating for a week. She couldn’t believe they still had to go to class after this when all she wanted to do was eat a horse and sleep. Marinette’s picnic could not come soon enough.
Alya sighed. All that stuff was important to consider, but it wasn’t the worst. “I can’t share any of the stuff I did as Rena Rouge on the Ladyblog. I do not know how Clark Kent does it.”
“Dude,” he shook his head, “you have got to sort out your priorities. Also, I’m pretty sure Superman manages it because he’s fictional.”
She waved him off. “It’s the print media. He can just write about the stuff he did as Superman after the fact. My fans expect me to give them up-to-the-minute reporting.”
Nino laughed and lay down next to here. “I know you’ll figure it out,” he murmured into her hair.
Alya’s eyes drifted shut. A mirage might work. Or a static camera left on a rooftop somewhere. Whatever. She’d get it eventually, but she was too tired to do think about it right now. At some point, they really needed to get back to class or at least call their families to let them know they were okay. In the meantime, Alya was content to lay in her boyfriend’s arms.