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Following Lillian

Lillian Lahiffe, a gentle petite, hazel eyed with reddish brown ombre hair was sitting in her room thinking about her cousins Louis and Lucian. She had grown up with them her whole life and all the family tended to crash out in the living room watching movies together or practising their music. They more often than not sounded like a band now and Uncle Luka when he came up with a new song would get them to play back up for him. Of course, he had his real band too but they didn't give the depth of sound he wanted.

Lillian loved Uncle Luka but she didn't understand why he stayed with them when being around Aunt Marinette hurt him. He was always so patient, gentle and loving to her but Aunt Marinette seemed oblivious to the fact he loved her. Aunt Marinette treated Luka like she did Lillian's mother Alya. Watching Aunt Marinette and Uncle Adrien gave her shivers. It was like their love for each other was all consuming. In saying that, the couple were excellent parents to their and Luka's children.

Lillian asked her Mum about it once and all her mother would say was "This is much better than before Uncle Adrien died and Uncle Luka slept with Aunt Marinette so that she could use the miraculous to bring him back to life."

"Why did Aunt Marinette sleep with Uncle Luka if she was married to Uncle Adrien?"

"Uncle Adrien was dead and Luka was fulfilling his promise to Uncle Adrien, except Uncle Adrien took exception to the fact that Uncle Luka acted upon his instructions. Uncle Luka was Louis father while Uncle Adrien was getting over what Luka did with Marinette. That's why Louis thinks Luka should be with Marinette not Adrien. Luka was there when it counted for him."

"I see" Lillian would say, but she didn't - no-one comes back from the dead right? All she knew was she wanted that sort of love. She wanted the all-consuming love of her Aunt and Uncle, her parents love was just as strong but it was more of a free-spirited love. They didn't have that same need or dependency with each other like Aunt Marinette and Uncle Adrien.

Lillian, as she grew, couldn't help but fall in love with her two cousins Louis and Lucian. She would often end up between the two boys at movie night and be snuggled by one or both of them. Louis was a lot like Uncle Luka in how he was, he was a gentle passionate musician who would hear people's heart songs and play them. Lucian on the other hand was very punny ' he would often make pawsome jokes. Lucian modelled the Agreste brand along with Adrien. The only reason Adrien was still modelling was because it was his wife's designs, he modelled.

Adrien hated the fame he got with being the number one mature male model in France. He wouldn't have wished this on any of his children, except Lucian asked to model with his 'Dad'. Even though Lucian wasn't his son, Lucian was like his son and he thought of him that way. Both Marinette and he could not say 'no' to him as they were complete pushovers to any reasonable request from their kids and Lucian had worded it to be a reasonable request. Adrien and Lucian often graced the covers of fashion magazines together.

All the children in the Agreste-Lahiffe-Couffaine household had been raised the same, though some were better at the activities than others. All of them learnt music, English and Mandarin Chinese, ballet, fencing and taichi or kickboxing. They got to choose the martial art but everything else was fixed. They paid for private tutors for the ballet, music and language teachers so that they could fit into the schedule the other sports had as there were so many of them in the one house they often were charged at the normal lesson cost in a public studio.

Their ballet teacher was from Australia who was looking for a little extra money than what the ballet company provided.
She came recommended by Miss Jane, Aunt Marinette's first ballet teacher, apparently Aunt Marinette was super clutzy before taking up the sport and insisted that everyone do it to help with correct posture and balance.

Macy's view.

I was lying down with my phone, looking through fanfictions to read. I didn't imagine in my wildest dreams that I would suddenly become the main character, particularly of the fanfiction I wrote. But that's what happened.

One moment I was looking at my phone, secure in my double bed, totally missing my husband who was fly in fly out with my four children asleep in their beds. The next I wake up being cuddled and spooned, in a massive bed in a massive room, with my neck being kissed "Marinette, I love you."

"Whaaa!" My eyes snap open and I realise. This really is not my room. It's too grand to be my room. And who the hell is behind me... my name isn't Marinette. I scramble out of bed.

Oh, wow, I CAN MOVE! My body feels light as a feather, and my energy...wow its off the charts, I felt like I could do anything - cartwheels, backflips... Hang on, this isn't my body. Whose body is it? I thought as I got out of bed. Did the owner of this body end up in my pathetic excuse of one or is this some weird dream? Oh God! I hope that it's a dream...perhaps I should slap myself and see if I wake up.

*slap* oh, shit, that hurt. Why is this body so strong? Nope, slap didn't work - I am still here.

A sleepy red and black spotted kwami appears in front of me "What are you doing? Marinette?"

I scream and dash through the door that looked like it led to a bathroom, shut and lock the door. Well, that was a bit dumb, now I can't see. Where is the light switch? There, now turn it on and voila.... a bathroom I don't recognise.

Great!

I collapse to the floor of the beige marble bathroom, with double vanity sinks, there's a massive bathtub, double shower and toilet. Ok, finished checking the décor, perhaps I should see whose body I am in. If they are in mine, I pity them.

I look myself in the mirror and scream again.

"Oh my God, OhmyGod, Oh my God... I am frigging Marinette... wait... so that was Adrien??"

Next thing I hear is a sleepy "Marinette, Bugaboo, are you alright?" Through the door.

I open the bathroom door and look at Adrien, see his amazing green eyes looking at me with love, freak out some more and slamming the door in his face and locking it.

"No, I am most definitely NOT ok!" I yell frazzled.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" He asked ever so politely, in a voice full of concern.

"Nope!" I say emphatically.

"Okay, Marinette, I'll get us something to eat, calm down alright?"

"Thanks!" I say appreciatively, then I think of the situation I am in "Hell, no, I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!"

"Whatever, Marinette, just come down stairs, yeah? You might feel better after eating."

"What the fuck?" I thought "How often does Marinette have meltdowns like this that he's so calm about it!" I am clearly freaking out here. I can see why the girl was smitten by her husband.

Tikki must have been worried as she phased through the door and came to me "Marinette," the adorable kwami said "What's the matter? You..."

"I'm not Marinette!" I say, rudely interrupting her speech.

"Oh!" Said the thousand-year-old kwami "This is a problem. Just a minute, I will get Plagg and the others here."

"You don't doubt me?" I ask

"No - it's happened before" Tikki said "But I can't remember how we fixed the problem. It sure was messy though." And she left me to get the other kwami's.

By then I had settled down enough to leave the bathroom and look around the bedroom. Yep, my first impression stands, this room is massive! It even has an adorable balcony!

Marinette's best friend Alya came then.

"Hey Girl! Do you want to tell me what has your knickers in a knot today?"

I look at Alya, geez she reminds me of my best friend Julie, so practical and down to earth. "I don't think that you would understand this one Alya." I say calmer than before.

"Try me, girl, I have been through all your meltdowns before and survived."

"Well, this one you would probably admit me for," I say matter of factly "Hell, I would not blame you if you did. I would admit me if I did not know better!"

Alya looked at me and started laughing at me, to the point tears ran down her face "You're worried about this now after 6,554,000 meltdowns, most of which were over Adrien?"

"Yeah, well those at least don't sound delusional like this meltdown does," I say with a small grin.

"Well, at least give it a go, after all I am your best friend."

"Ok, then best friend of Marinette's" I say steeling myself for her response "I. Am. Not. Marinette. I woke up in Marinette's body, God help her if she wakes up in mine."

"Well, of everything in the world you could have told me - I was not expecting that." She spluttered in surprise. As she was spluttering, Tikki, Plagg, Sass, Wayzz and Trixx arrived.

Tikki seeing Alya's confusion as what to say said "Ah, good, she told you then."

Alya nodded at the Kwami, but confused as to how it was good, so she asked, "How is this good?"

Tikki replied, "Someone should know of what is happening here for when Marinette returns. Unless you don't want Marinette to return?" Tikki tilted her head questioning Alya.

"I do, only because I think that we should be in our own bodies not someone else's." Alya said agreeing with the small kwami. 

I nod in complete agreement with her assessment. Not that I didn't mind the swap, in fact I thought having a body like Marinette's was positively awesome. I felt like I could run a mile... heck no 5 miles easily and still have energy to burn. I actually started to dance on the spot with excitement... I wanted to see what Marinette's body could do.

"What do we call you, child?" Tikki asked me politely.

Wait! She's talking to me... I am pretty sure that I am not a child...but then I am also sure that Tikki would think that everyone was a child considering her age...

Plagg laughed at me "She's expressive like Marinette is too. You can see every emotion flicker across her face...I am pretty sure that you pissed her off calling her child, but then remembered your age, Sugarcube."

"Don't Sugarcube me, you cretin!" Tikki snapped at Plagg, causing him to back away in fear.

"It's Macy," I say interrupting their argument. I couldn't bear them arguing like this. They were too cute.

"Hi Macy!" Said Sass.

"Hi Sass!" I greet back.

"Wait!" Interrupted Alya, "You know his name? How do you know his name? Did you not arrive just now?"

I nodded to all her questions, "I know most of the kwami's names."

Alya just stares at me in shock then mutters "I guess the guardian of the miraculous would know...but still if what you say is true how do you know?"

"I know because you're on my daughter 's favourite TV show and I liked to watch it with her." I explain earning myself and incredulous look from Alya.

"So, you have kids?" Alya said, still not convinced that I'm not Marinette in la-la land.

"Yep, 3 boys and a girl! Well, I can't really call the boys now as one is classed an adult and the other boys aren't far off."

"How old are said children?" Alya asked again.

"19, 17, 15 and 12" I answer "Why? Do you have kids? Or perhaps I should ask, does Marinette have kids? Or both?"

"Yes, we have kids. Mine are Lillian and Sebastian, they are 13 and 11 years old. You're not so easy. You have 5 children 3 to Adrien and 2 to Luka"

"Why does this sound really familiar?" I wondered.

"Adrien's kids are Louis, Elijah and Emmeline. Luka's kids are..."

"Annette and Lucian!" I interrupted, earning me a strange look from Alya.

"If you knew that why did you ask?" asked an exasperated Alya.

"I didn't know, but now I am pretty sure that I am now in the story I wrote." I say. "I was responsible for what happened to Adrien and Luka."

"Why did you do that though?"

"Well, I actually got sick of Luka always missing out. He seemed a great guy, but he was always left alone, I didn't see why he should miss out on some sort of a relationship because he was single. Most stories either forgot him altogether, wrote him out or had him as a musical genius who drifted. Or if they liked the Luca-nette ship had Adrien turn into a neglectful psychopath. Only the occasional person gave them both some sort of life. My story was not great but at least it gave him something that he wanted. Know what I mean?"

"Well, that makes sense now you say that," said Alya, "but it's still a pretty cruel thing to do."

"Ladies!" Tikki snapped, drawing our attention back to the small kwami, "Stop gossiping! We need to figure out how we returned the other author God... Does anyone remember how we did it?"

"Nah, I don't Sugarcube" said Plagg, answering straight away. 

Tikki rolled her eyes at him, "Of course you don't - if I can't remember, nor will you."

Wayzz said, "We had to break the relationship thoroughly between Ladybug and Chat Noir, but it was a pain to restore their marriage."

"That's right!" Said Sass, "That was the start of snakes chasing Ladybugs as it was my holder who sent the Author God back to their home. They were 2nd generation holders from the same family group, if I remember, when this happened last. Luka passed me on about a year ago to train a replacement..."

"So basically, I have to break Adrien's heart, or, stay here pretending to be his Lady?" I ask.

All the kwami's nod seriously.

"This is bullshit!" Exclaimed Alya, I quite frankly agreed with her, but I knew that I couldn't stay here and leave Marinette in my body... no-one deserved that.

"Alya" I ask.

"Yeah girl, what do you want?"

"If I wrote a letter to Adrien explaining what happened, when you are sure Marinette is back could you keep it for him?"

"Yeah sure, but why are we talking in English?" She asked.

"I don't know any other language, but from the hours of anime I have watched I do know some Japanese." I say.

Alya grimaced "So you like anime too?"

I nod "Why? Who else does?"

"Our kids do!" She said "particularly Attack on Titan, That time I got reincarnated as a slime and So I'm a spider, so what?"

I smile as I liked those ones too. I wondered if they got the new shows out too as there was one, Horimiya, I was addicted to because it was just so darn sweet. They at least got together fairly fast unlike Marinette and Adrien. I didn't like the thought of breaking them up again, just to get home.

Well, I thought, I will give it a go being Marinette but if I can't do it I will write that letter.

"Let's go get breakfast," I say as my stomach grumbles, "I will do the letter later!"

Alya nods as we head down the stairs. To be greeted by Marinette's husband Adrien wrapping his arms around me, looking into my eyes with a love so deep I could drown in it, then he kissed me, and I for all my resolve melted for a minute. "Are you okay now, love?" He asked concern in his beautiful eyes.

I was like a stunned mullet, I nodded until Alya chuckled at me. I knew exactly what she was thinking - even the God of their story wasn't immune to him. I shot her a look of "Oh my God! What did I just do?" Making her laugh at me more.

Adrien ignored Alya as he was use to her laughing at his and Marinette's affection for each other. Instead, he said "Breakfast is ready Marinette, come and have some." To which I find he had plated up 3 big, very fluffy pancakes with strawberries, blueberries, maple syrup and cream - my favourite breakfast if made correctly and this looked like it was.

"Thanks Adrien! This looks amazing!" I say.

"The least I can do for my beautiful wife!" He said looking pleased with the compliment.

"I'm not your wife, Adrien" I say "We got mind swapped, I guess. Well at least I hope we did..."

Adrien just looked at me as if I was joking...I wasn't.

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