"You okay Olley?"

Olivier looked up from the sidewalk and towards his father. Adrien had come to pick him up from fencing practice, having to wear sunglasses and a hat to help hide his face. If he didn't then he was sure he would have been swarmed by fans when he was recognized. He certainly didn't want that. He just wanted to enjoy a walk home with his son. They always had a nice time and chats on their stroll back home.

Today however the twelve year old seemed rather down. He smiled towards him. "It's not a big deal. Just thinking about things."

Adrien had put on such fake smiles for years. He knew what going through the motions and burying what he really felt was like. So his son's answer didn't fool him for even a second. "Olivier, you know you've never been a good liar, right? And you also know you can tell me anything. What's bothering you?" he asked.

Olivier seemed hesitant. Like he wanted to say something, but couldn't bring himself to. Adrien didn't want to seem like he was forcing him to speak, so he was going to tell him it was fine, and that he could talk to him whenever he felt ready. But then Olivier spoke up. "I don't think I want to do fencing anymore…"

Adrien hummed. "Really?"

His son nodded. "I know you used to fence, and you used to be so good at it. And it's not like I hate it or anything. But I just don't… I don't have that much fun anymore. I tried to stick with it because I don't want to seem like a quitter, but-"

"Olly, it's okay."

The boy paused and looked up at his father, shock written across his face. "Wait, really?" he asked. His father had always had a passion for fencing, and he thought he would be disappointed if he found out he wanted to quit. "You're not upset at me? You're not disappointed?" he asked.

Adrien almost looked panicked. "What? No! Why would you think I'd be disappointed?" he asked, looking concerned. He worried just what he might have done to give his son that impression. He had definitely expressed interest in his fencing practice, but he'd only been trying to be supportive. Had he come on too strong?

"Well… I just know you really like it. And since you did I thought it might be weird if I didn't. I didn't want you to feel bad, and I just-"

Adrien put his hands on her shoulder, kneeling down to meet his eyes. "Olivier, you don't have to like something just because I do. You're allowed to be passionate about your own things. To like or dislike whatever you want," he said, giving him a reassuring smile. "And you're not a quitter. Like you said, you stuck with it for a while and gave it a chance. If you don't feel like it's for you, then that's just that."

Olivier felt a wave of relief wash over him. He was happy his dad wasn't sad or disappointed. He hated whenever he did something to disappoint his dad. His mother was bad, but his dad was just… bad. Seeing him sad or disappointed was like watching a kicked puppy. "Pere, I don't think I have anything I'm passionate about."

He had interests, hobbies. Ones that like fencing, he didn't dislike, but didn't find himself really caring deeply about any of them. His mother had her designing, and his father had fencing. The former was an actual career, and the latter more of a hobby. But still, they were passionate about them. He didn't have anything like that. Something just obsessed over.

Adrien laughed. "Olley, that's normal," he said, patting him on the head. "You're only twelve years old. Most kids your age don't find things they're that passionate about, and a lot of them that do might find others. You're young. You have time to explore all types of hobbies and find something you really like," he said.

"So… I should try a whole bunch of different things then?"

"Try things you think might be fun, or interesting. Give them a fair chance. And eventually you'll find something. It might not be this year, or even in a couple of years, but you will," Adrien assured. "Until this, just do your best and have fun. And don't worry about what me or your mother will think. Whatever it is, we'll support you… unless it's a contact sport. Your mother might have a problem with that."

Olivier smiled and chuckled. "Yeah, mom can worry a whole lot sometimes."

"The Micheals managed to dig up that spike! What a hell of a receive! Perfect A pass! Ross gets under the ball and it looks like the sets going to Bruce, and yes! Here it comes!"

Olivier watched in awe as the tall lumbering figure jumped up into the air, bringing his arm back and then slamming the ball down on the other side of the court. It bounced off of the ground and headed into the stands, and Olivier held his hands out, watching as it fell right into them.

"There it is, Bruce puts the third set away with the famous Brittle Bomber!" the announcer shouted as he spiker let out a yell and held his hand up. "And some lucky little fan just got his hands on a game ball. Looks like the officials are gonna let him keep it. Hope you had a good time kid."

Marinette looked down at Olivier and smiled. "Wow, how lucky was that?" she laughed. When she and Alya had gotten the tickets to the game, they had only gone on a whim. Neither one had ever been to a professional volleyball game, and just thought it might be fun to try it out. Olivier had come as well since there was an extra ticket and neither Adrien and Nino were all that thrilled to go.

Oliver looked down at the ball, and then up at his mother. "Maman… volleyball looked really fun," he said, a smile spreading across his face. "It looks so cool! The way everyone was jumping so high, and then spiking the ball down like that! And they were so fast, and how it slammed down when they blocked it! I want to play!"

Marinette looked down at him surprised. Clearly her son had a far more amusing time than she did. Alya laughed from Oliver's other side. "Looks like someone's a fan huh?" she asked. "You do know our team lost though, right?" she asked.

"I didn't know whose team was who," Olley admitted. "But both sides looked really cool. I think it would be fun to do that stuff. Can I please play maman? Please?"

Marinette let out a giggle. "If you want to give it a try, I don't see why not." He had been trying out a lot of things lately, but this was by far the one he was the most excited about. She didn't know if he would stick with it very long or not, but there was no harm in letting explore one more hobby.

"Hmm… he's really not good at this."

"Pere!"

Adrien frowned towards his father as they watched Olivier shank another receive. The boy had been struggling all game. Shanking receives, missing spikes, and even tripping over himself a few times. "He's new at this. He has been practicing, but it's not as if he's suddenly going to become great overnight," Adrian argued.

Gabriel hummed. "I suppose not." Though it was odd to him. He seemed to take to most of his other hobbies rather easily. He wasn't a child prodigy or anything, but he just seemed to pick up things easily. For volleyball to be the exception was strange. "He does look like he's invested in it though. That's good."

Adrien nodded. "Yes, yes it is." Despite lhow out of place Olivier looked next to his teammates, the look of focus on his face told him he was far from having a bad time.

Gabriel looked down towards the bench, and saw the coach talking to one of the other players. It looked like he was about to sub someone out. He narrowed his eyes and looked like he was about to get up, but Adrien put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't meddle. We have to let this play out on it's own."

The former villain let out a low grunt, but listened to his son. It was Olivier's turn to serve, so he hoped he managed to pull something off. He didn't want to see him get subbed out. "Go Olley! You can do it!" Adrien shouted.

Olivier threw the ball up into the air, and then ran forward. He hit a jump serve, sending the ball speeding over the net and into the corner of the other's team's court. They hadn't been able to react in time, and it bounced off the ground and rolled back. Olley's team cheered and patted him on the shoulder and back.

"Yes! Nice job!" Adrien cheered. Gabriel smiled and clapped politely beside him.

Olivier looked absolutely ecstatic. He beamed as the ball was passed back towards him and he got ready to serve again. He had practiced that serve so many times, and had botched it more often than not. He didn't know if he could even do that again, but that once had made all of the practice worth it.

He tossed the ball up again.

He'd managed to score with two more serves. The second had been another service ace, and the third had broken the other team's formation and allowed their wing spiker to smash their sloppy receive right back down. By the end of the game, Olivier had still been subbed out, but they'd managed to win.

And though he had been someone disappointed at being switched out, he wasn't really all that distraught. He seemed more eager than ever to get back to practice, and make sure he stayed in the game next time.

"You looked rather happy scoring that serve. Is that what you want to perfect?" Gabriel asked as he walked alongside his son and grandson.

Olivier tossed the ball up and down in the air. "Well, I still have to work a lot harder at my services. But I don't want to be good at just that," he said before smiling up at him with a toothy grin. "I decided I want to be good at everything! Spikes, setsm serve! I wanna do it all!"

Both Gabriel and Adrien looked at him surprised. "Wow, you're really setting your sights pretty high huh?" Adrien asked.

"Well, the boy is an Agreste. Success and high goals are in his genes," Gabriel said before reaching out and putting a hand on his grandson's shoulder. Adrien looked a bit concerned. He didn't want his father to start pressuring his son. "Though the most important thing is that you enjoy yourself. Passion is what causes true talent to bloom."

Adrien let out a sigh, and then Olivier laughed. "I'm having a bunch of fun! So yeah, I wanna keep on playing! You'll keep coming to watch me, right grand-pere?" he asked.

"Of course."

Marinette watched worriedly as the abnormally large boy once again spiked the ball down on the ground, right over Oliver's head. "Oliver's having a rough time today huh?" Alya asked with a frown. The guy he was trying to block was so tall. He was able to score on him well enough, but blocking him? It seemed almost impossible.

"I hope he's not getting too down on himself," Marinette muttered. He had been practicing his blocking so much lately, but now it seemed like it wasn't going to pay off because of a bad match up. "C'mon Olivier, you can do this…"

She watched as Olivier let out a breath and then slapped his face with his hands. Then he smiled. For a moment both Marinette and Alya looked confused, but when the next play started and the other team set the ball to the taller boy in front of Olivier again, they were surprised to see he had actually managed to do something. He hadn't completely blocked it, but he'd jumped high enough to slow down when it brushed off his fingers.

"Wow, he actually did. Maybe it was just taking him a little time to get used to it?" Alya asked, putting a finger on her chin.

They kept watching, and Olivier seemed to be doing better and better as the game went on. Every time the ball was set to the boy in front of him, he managed to slow it down just enough for his team to receive it, or get in his way enough to make him hit it right towards one of his teammates. He'd even forced him to hit the ball out of bounds a few times.

And then finally in the third set, when their team was at match point, the ball was one against set to the taller boy. He'd looked determined to tie the game back up, and leapt high into the air as he brought his arm back to swing. Olivier looked just as determined to stop him. He leapt up, and when the taller boy swung and went for a cut shot, Olivier moved his hands to the right, knocking it right back down on his side of the court.

"YES!" Marinette cheered.

Alya stood up in her seat and pointed. "Oh yeah! Game winner! That's my god kid!"

Olivier was surrounded by his team who cheered and patted him on the back. He looked tired, but still had a grin on his face. He had been trying to stuff the other guys spikes all day, but that had been the first one he'd been able to completely shut down. He would have liked to pull it off earlier, but better late than never, right?

He let out and yelled and pumped in his fist into the air, falling back into the rest of his team who laughed and continued to gloat around him.

When the game was over, he found himself so tired that he could barely even walk. Luckily for him he had a mother and godmother who were superheroes, so carrying him was little to nothing. "Did you see my block maman?" Olivier asked, resting his head on Marinette's shoulder as she carried him on her back.

"I sure did sweetie," Marinette said, smiling warmly. "All that practice sure paid off."

"You got some insane jumps kid. With those skills you got a real good chance of following in your folks footsteps," Alya said winking. The meaning of what she was saying wasn't lost on the mother and son.

Marinette pouted. "I think it's a little early for him to be thinking about that kind of work. Honestly I'd prefer if he just kept playing volleyball. Our kind of work is really tiring and much less fun," she argued.

"Speak for yourself, I have plenty of fun."

"Don't be worried maman. I don't think I'm cut out for the type of work you guys do. Besides, I'd rather keep playing volleyball too," Olivier said before yawning.

Marinette smiled. "That's good. I'm sure you'll have a much more fun time sticking to that than doing what we do anyway." Out of all the hobbies and activities he'd been part of, this was the one he'd stuck with the longest. And she could tell he wasn't going through the motions either.

She hoped he didn't get bored with it anytime soon. He seemed to be happy.

"There it is! Another no touch ace! That makes five in a row!"

Olivier shouted and pumped his fist, then turned around and high fived his teammate. He looked up towards his parents and grandfather, who were sitting in the crowd and clapping at his last play. He pointed up towards them, and Adrien pointed right back.

"Olivier Agreste has been on an absolute roll during this game! Unstoppable on offense, and his block has been on point! He is completely in the zone today!"

The announcer wasn't exaggerating either. It seemed like Olivier was performing better than ever, and everyone seemed shocked at how well he was doing. Everyone except his family anyway. They had seen all of his practicing. Every set, receive, spike and blocking drill. He'd worked his butt off to learn them all, and even harder to make it all come together. But it was paying off.

They won the championship game in three straight sets, and after their team got their celebration in, an interviewer came up towards Olivier. He looked sort of surprised to see the woman. Usually people only interviewed him when he was on outings with his family. Not after games like this.

"Olivier, might I get a few words about the win? I think everybody here agrees that you're the MVP of this game. How are you feeling right now?"

Olivier stared for a moment, rubbing his chin. "Huh… well, I feel really happy I guess. I'm glad I didn't let my team down, and I'm glad all the practice paid off."

The interviewer laughed. "It certainly did. Things did look a bit shaky in that first set though. Were you worried about finding your footing? The momentum really could have taken a shift in the wrong direction," she said.

He shook his head. "Nah. Sometimes it might take a while for me to warm up, but it doesn't matter. I have a really good team, and they always pick up my slack. I'm gonna ask my parents to treat everyone after this is over. They picked up so many of my blocked spikes," he said looking embarrassed.

"If I may ask another question, just how do you keep up your pace? You were constantly moving all over the court, even in the third set. Didn't you ever think to slow down a bit? Pace yourself?" she asked.

Olivier looked at her genuinely confused. "Slow down?" he asked, tilting his head. He smiled and then let out a chuckle. "I guess I could have. I probably wouldn't be as tired as I am now, and I think we probably still could have won."

The interviewer looked curious. "So, why didn't you?"

"Because I just didn't want to! I never want to slow down when I'm on the court if I can help it, because I'm a volleyball player!"

A/N: One-shot for Olivier playing volleyball! He really is a nut for the sport. I also thought it'd be cool to show the relationship and dynamic with him and his parents.