good evening, short Adrien & FĂ©lix post S5 finale fic hurt/comfort:
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Adrienâs fists pounded on the door repeatedly, in a synchronised rhythm with the breath he was trying to catch. He figured he could have taken the lift, but the adrenaline and blind anger had surged him to take the stairs â standing still was not an option. And the door wasnât opening fast enough.
âFĂ©lix!â he shouted, punctuating each word with a fist on the door, âopen. the. door!â
The small, currently extremely tiny part of him that was still somehow rational, the one that had reminded him that his cousin did not need to find Astrochat bursting into his room through the window, told him that ringing the bell would be a better and far more efficient option. But Adrien had already listened to his level-headed side once by coming through the front door of the Londonian apartment, and estimated it was more than enough considering what his emotions could bear at the moment.
Besides, the pain he felt coursing through his knuckles and hand more intensely with each punch felt good.
âI donât care if your girlfriendâs here and youâre busy smooching her right now, you better open that door or else Iâllââ
The words died on his tongue as the door swung open, his fist nearly colliding with FĂ©lixâ stoic face.
âAdrien. How did you get here?â he greeted, voice emotionless.
Adrien was glad FĂ©lix had at least the decency of not asking what he was doing here.
âYou knew,â he spat instead of answering, storming inside the apartment as FĂ©lix took a single step aside to let him in. âYou knew, and you didnât tell me!â
FĂ©lixâ brows raised slightly. âKnew what?â He asked carefully.
Adrien nearly growled. FĂ©lix didnât get to measure his words, like he had no idea what he meant â like he was testing whether Adrien had the full picture, or just one of the many things heâs hidden from him.
âDonât play dumb with me,â Adrien jabbed a finger in his chest, âyou know exactly what Iâm talking about. Nathalie told me everything,â he said, and oh no, he could feel the knot mounting in his throat and the start of tears pricking his eyes.
Adrien didnât want to cry in front of poised, ever-so-collected FĂ©lix. He couldnât handle his snarky comments at the moment.
âShe told me about my father, she told me about theâthe r-ringsâŠâ he shook his hand wearing said rings in FĂ©lixâ face to show him he knew perfectly well what he was talking about, â...everything!â
Adrien took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his emotions.Â
As predicted, FĂ©lix remained impassive. âShe did? Oh, good.â
Adrien spluttered. âGood? Good?! Thatâs it? Thatâs all you have to say?!â
FĂ©lix raised an eyebrow, and went to pick a deck of cards on the coffee table. âWhat else do you want me to say?â he replied, turning back to Adrien, passing the cards from one hand to the other with ease. âCongratulations? Itâs about time?â He stopped playing with the cards and opened his arms. âWelcome to the club?â
Adrien clenched his fists. âHow about âIâm sorry for not telling you about your father being a supervillain and about yourself being his sentimonster puppet, my dear cousin whom I loooove and respect and hated to lie to?ââ he sneered.
FĂ©lix switched to splitting his deck of cards in two, then slotting them back together with his thumbs. Adrien would find impressive the ease with which he smoothly reunited the two piles into one if he wasnât feeling so betrayed. As it was, his little magician shuffling only infuriated him all the more.
âItâs not that easyâ, FĂ©lix said after having shuffled his cards three times.
Adrien scoffed. âOh, really?â he crossed his arms. âItâs not like you never visited or didnât have my number. But I guess it was much more entertaining to leave me in the dark and watch me stupidly struggle to even dare to say "no" to my father while you very nicely called me his puppet to my face.â
He hadnât forgotten that comment the first time FĂ©lix had visited after his father and Adrienâs mother had passed. It had hurt at the time â it hurt even more now, to know that FĂ©lix had been taunting him with information and a freedom he hadnât known he didnât possess.
FĂ©lix stared silently in his eyes, and for the first time since he got there, Adrien thought he caught the flicker of an emotion he couldnât quite pitpoint in the green of his gaze.
âYou werenât ready,â he spoke in a softer tone, and resumed shuffling his cards again.
Adrien let out a broken laugh that ended in a half sob. He could feel his blood boiling, the anger and despair that had been coursing through him since he learnt everything exploding out of his body like a sudden gust of wind.Â
âBut you were?!â he nearly cried. âOf course you think that you, whoâs always sooo collected and so sure of yourself, were ready to learn everything. But I, your stupid, emotional and pathetic cousin, arenât ready to know anything or least Iâll cry!â
Despite his best efforts, Adrien finally felt a few treacherous tears escape his eyes. He bit his knuckles, hoping itâd make them stay in, and looked straight into FĂ©lixâ ones, daring him to voice a single comment.
But FĂ©lix kept silent instead, and Adrien found no trace of mockery in his eyes. He put the cards back on the coffee table.
âI wasnât.â FĂ©lix finally whispered, a slight tremble in his voice. âI wasnât ready when I discovered it.â His gaze dropped to the ring on his finger.
His Amok, Adrien figured.
He startled at his admission. Suddenly, he could name which emotion was shyly dancing in FĂ©lixâ eyes: shame.
âItâs not that I think you wouldnât have been capable of handling it all,â FĂ©lix continued quietly. âIn fact,â he let out a dry chuckle, and met his eyes once more, âIâm quite convinced you would have handled it far better than I did.â
Adrien thought about how much colder and distant FĂ©lix had seemed after losing their parents. About how heâd purposefully hurt him, and his friends. About how heâd decided to erase everyone who wasnât like them, and create a cruel world where he thought theyâd be happy. He thought about FĂ©lixâ jealousy, and his quest for revenge; his desire for freedom and for love.
âBut it doesnât mean you had to,â FĂ©lix breathed.Â
And as FĂ©lix gazed at him with uncertainty, Adrien saw him. A broken boy whoâd had to carry too much way too soon, and was struggling to recover from it all. And he understood.
He didnât try to stop his tears this time, and did the only thing he could think of: he took his cousin in his arms.
He cried and cried, hugging FĂ©lix tightly, letting him think he was pathetic if he wanted â he couldnât care less anymore. Adrien didnât know if FĂ©lix was crying too, but he was hugging him back just as tightly, just as sincerely. It reminded him of a time that seemed long, so long ago, when they were close and the best of friends, and Adrien hadnât known how much heâd missed that until now.
âMy father was Monarch,â Adrien sobbed.
âI know,â FĂ©lixâ muffled voice replied.
âHeâheâs dead,â he hiccuped, completely at a loss as to what to feel about the fact in regards to everything new he had just learnt.
âI know,â FĂ©lix whispered back.
âIâm a sentimonster,â Adrien kept on. âWeâre both sentimonsters.â
âI know,â FĂ©lix repeated again, and Adrien felt his hand rub timid circles on his back. âIâm sorry.â
Adrien hugged him tighter. He let all the tears in his body carry away his anger and pain, let himself be drained of all energy, until he couldnât cry anymore.Â
âDo you think⊠Do you think I was ready?â Adrien asked in a raspy voice after a while. âToâŠto learn everything now?â
A few seconds passed.
âYouâre free,â FĂ©lix eventually spoke against his shoulder. âYour father is gone. You have people who love you and support you, and who make you happy. I think you⊠I know youâll be fine.â
And Adrien knew he was right.
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