I'm particularly proud of the idea I had for today's Olympics-related ficlet, so I decided to share the full text here instead of just leaving it on Ao3.
FWIW these are hastily written and not beta'd, but for me that was part of the challenge. I'm writing a story a day during the Olympics, intended to be a reaction to the day's events. This is the least reactive, since it takes place during the Olympics but doesn't mention a single competitor. Most involve ML characters as spectators (e.g., Kagami going apeshit cheering for the Japanese fencing team that won gold in team foil).
Citius, Altius, Fortius, Miraculous - Aug 6 - Day Eleven [Adrien & Félix - Equestrian]
Adrien and Félix walked the grounds of Versailles, having decided to take a break from watching the equestrian events.
âHow was lunch with Zara?â FĂ©lix said, fiddling with his fingernails as the grass swished beside his feet with every step he took.
Adrien smiled softly. âIt was nice. It felt like coming home.â He stopped walking. âYou know, she was the first from the extended family to reach out after Father died. It was really nice⊠Itâs not like we really know each other. Mother never got to take me to see anyone in England. Father wouldnât allow it. But stillâŠâ
FĂ©lix turned slowly and looked at Adrien, considering the way the light filtered through the trees on his cousinâs face. He clenched his fists a few times, relieving anxiety that had wrapped tightly around his forearms like shackles. âColt wasnât too keen on seeing the family, either. Heâd received the imprimatur of our grandparents to marry Mum, but it wasnât enough for him. As I got older, he was moreâŠforcefully against it. Thought they were always judging him for being arriviste⊠And he knew that selling weapons could never buy him passage through certain doors.â
Adrien closed the distance to FĂ©lix and put his hand on his cousinâs shoulder. âI used to be so jealous of you, that you lived closer to family.â His eyes were half-lidded in sympathy. âIâm sorry you had toââ
âIâm a sentimonster.â
Adrienâs hand flinched at the abrupt admission. âYouâre aâŠâ He swallowed. In the distance, a horseâs hooves thudded on the green.
âWell, sentibeing. Though I doubt Ladybug would be so charitable.â FĂ©lix smirked, but shifted nervously from one foot to the other.
âYouâre a⊠a sentibeing? H-how?â
âWell, when a man loves a woman very much, he acquires a magical jewelâŠâ
Adrien took a step back and looked straight into FĂ©lixâs eyes. âFĂ©, Iâm serious. How?Is that how you knew there was a Peacock Miraculous? Did you know Mayuraâs identity and stole it from her? OrâŠdid you know Hawkmoth?â
Adrien had gotten to the important questions faster than FĂ©lix had expected. The spectators in the distance politely applauded a performance, and he waited to see if Adrien would ask anything elseâanything more pressingly personal. A minute passed, and Adrien was still looking at FĂ©lix with concern.
âUm, does this change how you see me?â
âWhat? Of course not. Itâs like magical IVF, who cares? Youâre still human.â
Félix breathed a sigh of relief.
âAnd she still trusts you to have a Miraculous?â
Adrienâs words had breathlessly fallen out of his mouth, and FĂ©lix wondered if this conversation was about something he hadnât picked up on. Well, if Adrien was surprising him like this, then he might as well be honest with his cousin. âShe does. Not that she has a choice. Sheâs not getting the brooch from me.â FĂ©lix huffed. âAnd to the extent sheâs worried, itâs becauseâyou might recallâI killed pretty much everyone on Earth so you and I could have some peace.â
Adrien looked down at the three rings on his hand.
Félix had been wondering lately about the one his cousin had been wearing before he put on the Graham de Vanily rings.
âI⊠I think I might beâŠâ
Félix held his breath and let Adrien keep talking.
âWeâre nearly twins. And your father had the Miraculous before he diedâŠâ A lone tear snaked its way down Adrienâs cheekbone and toward his chin. âFĂ©lix, who did you steal the Peacock from?â
A frustrated rider yelled at a horse in the distance.
âI didnât steal it. I traded for it.â
Adrien looked down at his hands and fiddled with his fingernails. âBut she told me he helped defeat MonarchâŠâ
âWhy wouldnât sheâŠâ
FĂ©lix put his hand on Adrienâs shoulder. âShe was terrified to tell you, so I volunteered. Actually, I begged her to let me be the one to tell you.â
Adrien didnât make eye contact. He kept his face toward the ground, sniffling. His shoulders and chest trembled. But as soon as it started, the quivering stopped, and he took one final sniff. He wiped his eyes and looked back at FĂ©lix, giving him a watery smile. âItâs like magical IVF. Thatâs what I just said, right?â
FĂ©lix wasnât sure about this swift change in emotion. ââŠRight. But still, he wasââ
âAn asshole. And abusive.â Adrien laughed, a little wild, a little mirthful. âI guess that explains why I avoided Marinette. And why, after talking to Nathalie, that weird feeling stopped.â Adrien swallowed, his developing Adamâs apple bobbing as if it were tracking his acceptance of the truth. âOh. NathalieâŠâ
âMayuraâwell, Nathalieâmade a girl like Ladybug, and thenâŠand then she killed her. She knew she was like me, and she killed her!â
FĂ©lix felt his blood pressure rise. He hadnât known about that. But he swiftly pressed the emotion down. âHow are you feeling?â
Adrien smiled. âYou know, I beat his ass the day he sent me to London.â
FĂ©lixâs eyes widened. âReally? Wow, cousin, I didnât think you had it in you. And Iâm surprised he didnât stop youâŠâ
Adrien pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, and then he spoke. âWho else knows? You, me, Ladybug, Nathalie⊠Iâm guessing your momâŠâ
âThereâs this Super Guardian guy who probably knows about both of us.â
Adrien fiddled with his original ring, sliding his index finger and thumb along the smooth metal as he spun it. âDo you think I should tell Marinette?â
âThatâs a decision I think you should make on your own. But I think sheâll surprise you. When I pretended to be you at the Diamondsâ Dance, she broke in, you know. Sheâs obviously in love with you. And she doesnât care about the family name or anything. Actually I think she hated your dad.âÂ
Adrien laughed. âYeah, there was this whole thing about pancakes she told me about. I donât really get it, but youâre right.â He beamed with pride. âSheâs so perceptive. Sheâd give Ladybug a run for her money in that department⊠I called her that once, you know. My âEveryday Ladybug.ââ
Félix choked back a laugh.
âWait, have you told Kagami?â
âOh, she has zero problem with the senti-stuff if you know what Iâm saying.â FĂ©lix crossed his hands over his chest to signify a certain kind of prowess. He leaned in and cupped a hand to his mouth, pretending to share a secret. âPrestidigitationâŠâ
It was typical of Adrien to turn everything back to others. Always trying to understand how everyone else felt, how everyone else was acting. He supposed it was the model training in Adrien, that heâd done so well because heâd learned to mimic and follow orders.
But could he blaze this path himself? Félix had struggled with it, and he had that rebellious streak, titanium lacing his backbone.
But Adrien had him. And Marinette. Ladybug. A family that loved him.
Just so long as Chat Noir didnât come calling with a Cataclysm. Well, heâd skin the cat alive if he went after his cousin.
FĂ©lix looked down again at Adrienâs ring.