Requested by @Riverdale4ever1

Oof, I've never watched the movie freaky friday, but I'll give this one my best shot. Sorry for the long wait! I hope you enjoy.

* 🔞 + for language *

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In an attempt to salvage their complicated relationship for the sake of their troubled, teenage son, Marinette decides to invite Adrien over for dinner. What could go wrong, right? Right... no. No, not at all. Because somehow, the next morning, Marinette is in Adrien's body and Adrien is in hers, and their son has absolutely no idea. Though, as crazy as it sounds, she should've expected something crazy like this to somehow happen to them. After all, luck was never on her side.

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Marinette considered her life to be a pretty complicated one.

"This is absolutely stupid and I won't be a part of it."

Why, you might ask? Well... because she had a teenage son.

"Don't make this complicated, Louis." Marinette was right on her sixteen-year-old son's tail. He was trying to escape her, something he usually did whenever he was explicitly done with any conversation he didn't like. He was one of the most stubborn, hard-headed boys she'd ever dealt with in her lifetime, and he was no welcoming to change either. But she supposed his hotheadedness was inherited solely from his father; a man who had just about the same amount of stubbornness when it came to doing things he didn't like.

"Complicated?" Her son laughed at that. He didn't look over his shoulder, so she couldn't exactly gauge his reaction. Instead, he seemed to speed up. "He's the one who's complicated, not me. Why would you ever invite that asshole here?"

She cringed at her son's choice of words, and it almost caused her to falter in her step. But Marinette was a rather strong woman, and she wasn't exactly one to back down from the things—or people—she cared about either.

"Watch your tongue." She reprimanded him. "He's still your father."

Louis scoffed, but he listened nonetheless by making sure he didn't use any more cuss words in front of his mother. "He's no father of mine. He's just a man who donated his sperm. And I'm sure I wasn't the only donation."

"Louis, please don't talk about your father so vulgarly—"

"Would you rather I lie and speak highly about him?"

"No. But I would prefer if you willingly came to this dinner." She was surprised when her son actually paused in his step at that, and by doing so, it gave her the opportunity to finally catch up to him and join him at his side. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder, and her touch seemed to be enough for him to finally turn his head to look at her, a troubled look clouding his features.

She tried to offer him the best smile she could muster, though she was sure it looked sad. She was terrible at hiding her emotions, after all. "I'm doing this for you, Louis. Do you really think I want to see Adrien? Your father and I have so much terrible history that I doubt it could ever be mended. But you need a father in your life."

"I need a dad in my life." Louis corrected her. "Not him."

"Perhaps if you gave him the chance—"

"How many chances before enough is enough?" Louis asked her desperately. "There are only so many chances a person can give, mom."

Marinette nodded. She understood his reasoning, she really did. "I know, Louis. I know. And I know it doesn't seem like it, but he loves you."

Her son scoffed at that, his eyebrows quickly furrowing. "Sure he does."

"He does."

"If he loves me so much, where is he?" Louis asked her, his frown having yet to vanish just like her own. There was pain laced behind his every word, but he wouldn't dare express that pain in a form of tears. She knew her son all-too-well to know that he would never cry over the absence of his father. "Why isn't he here? Why doesn't he live with his family? Why did he abandon us?"

"He didn't abandon us." Marinette tried to reason. "Your father and I are just separated, Louis, and we're trying to fix things. We want our marriage to work for your sake. But that requires us both to have some time to ourselves—"

"How long are you going to keep telling me that? Okay, so fine, he can have time to himself. But when was the last time he showed his face around here? When was the last time he came to see me? Seven years ago... nine?"

"Louis—"

"No, mom. Stop making excuses for him." Louis said sternly. She found her mouth slowly closing on its own as she listened to her son. "He can have all the space he needs from you if that is what you and him need, but I'm not his wife. I'm not the person he married. I'm the result of it. I'm supposed to be his son. I would never put my kid in between my marriage, and I would never run away from my marriage. Nine years sounds like plenty of time for him to either get his... crap... together, or just be a good dad and come see his kid."

Louis didn't give her a chance to respond after that. He turned his back to her and continued his stride down the hall after he'd said those things, and Marinette didn't even bother to chase after him either that time. Instead, she stood in the middle of the hall until her son's blonde head disappeared around the corner, and as soon as she was certain she was alone, the tired, single, and stressed mother let out a heavy shuddered sigh. Louis had expressed completely valid reasons for being wholly disinterested in reconnecting with his father, and despite the mixed feelings she held for her husband, Marinette knew her son was right. It pained her to know that her son had grown up the majority of his life without a father around, and out of all the men she'd known in her lifetime, and after everything Adrien himself had gone through with his own father, she would've never expected Adrien to be the kind of man to walk away.

But here she was... living the single mother life. Raising a teenager on her own, and still being married to a man who didn't even want to be around her.

The dinner itself had been a last minute decision which Alya had convinced her to make. It wasn't something Marinette had planned for her sake, but more for her son, so that, hopefully, father and son would be able to reconcile... even if Adrien wanted absolutely nothing to do with her.

As the time for the dinner quickly came, Marinette feared her son wouldn't show. She simply sat at the long dinner table alone, twiddling her thumbs nervously at she glanced back and forth from the clock to the door over and over again.

The sound of the door creaking open startled her, and with wide eyes, she held her breath as she anticipated Adrien to enter into the dining room with a few of their servants guiding him.

But instead, she was relieved to find her son entering the room, dressed in dark slacks, a white dress shirt with a red tie, black suspenders, and a pair of black-clad shoes on his feet. His blonde hair had been brushed back neatly with gel to frame his handsome little face.

Marinette offered him a relieved smile. "I'm glad you decided to come."

Her son met her eyes, seemingly a bit surprised and caught off guard by her presence—as if he hadn't expected her to be there before him. But he quickly offered her a small toothy grin, a grin that looked almost identical to his father's. "Yeah.. I... uh... decided I would come. But not for him." He moved to take a seat beside her. "I only came for you, mom. I know this means a lot to you."

Marinette reached over to place her hand on top of his. "I appreciate that, sweetheart."

"And I'm sorry for taking out my anger on you." Her son apologized sheepishly. He averted his gaze off to the side, as if he were ashamed to look her in the eye any longer. "But I'm not sorry for what I said. I meant every word of it."

"I know you did, you made good points." Marinette assured him gently, "And it's alright, I'm not upset with you. I appreciate your apology, though."

They smiled warmly at each other, and then Marinette gave his outfit a proper once over, purposely gushing over how handsome he looked and causing her boy to groan in embarrassment as he begged her to stop flattering him. Her teasing ended up resulting into heaps of laughter between both her and her son, even as their servants came to the table to serve them their appetizers.

Thirty minutes later, the doors were opened once more as Adrien arrived.

Their laughter instantly fell silent, and Louis immediately stopped smiling the moment his eyes connected with his father's. Adrien, however, didn't allow his smile to slip. He kept his head held high and his smile wide as he moved towards them. He was wearing a suit, and she had to admit, he cleaned up rather nice. Her heart ached at the sight of him, but what hurt even worse was the fact that his attention was not on her at all.

Of course, that was to be expected out of a man who had fallen out of love.

He was too busy admiring the scenery. The home. The mansion that was theirs, but that he didn't live with them in. A giant building built in gypsum crystal that held absolutely no homey feeling. A place he hadn't stepped foot in since he left in years. As he took a seat, he had yet to meet her eyes, still admiring the place that felt emptier than her heart, even as the servants instantly surrounded him with a plate of his own appetizers and a glass of champagne.

"Well, well, the place hasn't changed a bit." Adrien was the first to break the silence. He was still smiling, swirling the wine in his glass slowly. Then finally, his eyes turned to her. "This is... really fancy."

Marinette chuckled nervously, offering him a somewhat uneasy smile. "Well... I figured this was a special occasion."

"Is it?" Adrien raised a confused eyebrow at her. "How so? Is it someone's birthday? If it's our anniversary, I'll be sure to call my assistant to bring you some flowers right away."

From the corner of her eye, she watched as Louis rolled his eyes and let out an obvious scoff, looking away from his father with a grimace on his lips. Marinette licked her lips, forcing herself to swallow down the pain that came with Adrien's careless questions. "No..." she started off slowly, "But Louis is starting high-school this year. I figured that was something worth celebrating."

Her son instantly tensed up beside her, but before she could shoot him a silent look to ask him what was wrong, Adrien had turned his attention fully on his son, frowning slightly, "You're just starting high-school? Aren't you sixteen?"

Adrien's careless questions had hurt, but it hurt her heart even more that he wasn't even sure about his son's own age.

Without meeting his father's gaze, Louis simply nodded.

"Shouldn't you have started last year?"

Marinette tensed slightly. As she opened her mouth to respond, Adrien held up a hand. When he met her eyes again, there was nothing comforting about the look he held in his forest, green irises. "Let me guess... he failed a grade and got held back."

It wasn't even a question... it was a statement. Something that didn't need clarification because Adrien already knew and had no doubts that he was right. For the first time that evening, Louis willingly met his father's eyes. But he said nothing. Instead, he simply glared at the man. Marinette merely swallowed and remained silent. Neither of them spoke, not even as Adrien chuckled.

"Wow." He leaned back into his seat, clearly disappointed by the news. "So it's true then... and you actually let that happen, Marinette?"

Marinette straightened in her seat, her frown deepening as she stared at her husband in slight disbelief. "Are you really trying to blame me for our son who only struggled academically for one year? I did my best to help him, I really did. But it was a difficult year for both of us."

"I'm sure it was. But you're his mother, aren't you?"

"And you're his father. Get off your high horse, Adrien."

Adrien's frown deepened, his eyes remaining fixed on his wife, despite them widening slightly. "I—that's uncalled for, all right? I'm just concerned. If he's behind that could affect a lot of things—"

"Like what? It's one year, Adrien. He'll graduate at nineteen. How is that problematic?"

"Because that's a bad image! He's an Agreste—"

"Are you serious right now—?"

"Could you both just STOP." Louis interjected loudly, his voice hoarse, yet unmistakably harsh. He shot her an apologetic look and smiled sadly, a sign that his outburst wasn't directed at her at all, but at his father. When Louis turned his attention back onto his father, however, his frown returned... and so did his glare of disgust. "You're such an ass. I hate you, you know that? I absolutely positively hate you with every bone in my body."

Adrien's eyes widened in complete shock. "Wha—?"

But Louis didn't let his father interject. "You're a horrible husband, you're a horrible father, and you're just an overall horrible person all together. You're selfish, self-centered, fake, and on top of that, you have absolutely no right to have any say about my life."

If Adrien's eyes could've widened any further, Marinette was sure they would've popped right out of his sockets. Marinette nervously glanced over at her her son, hoping that the look in her eyes would convey him to stop talking. But Louis had every intension of speaking his mind.

"I hate you." Louis repeated the phrase a third time, the tone of his voice practically dripping with venom. "I only came to this stupid dinner because my mom wanted me to, but not because you would be here. I want nothing to do with you. Everything about you leaves a bad taste in my mouth. And the last thing I want is to share your last name."

Marinette's breath hitched in her throat and she covered her hands over her mouth in horror. She watched as her son roughly stood up from his seat, his chair screeching across the black and white tiled floor as it was harshly shoved backwards. The ravenette felt a few tears slip down her cheeks as she watched her son stomp off, having no intensions of ever looking back.

That is... until Adrien decided to open his mouth and throw more wood into the already ablaze fire. "Now look at what you just did. You made your mom cry."

Marinette whipped her head over to look at Adrien, her eyes wide and tear-filled. She hadn't even noticed that he'd been looking at her... but blue-bell quickly met forest green. Adrien was staring right at her, and at first, she could've sworn she saw a bit of empathy in his gaze. But she must've been wrong... if Adrien's blank expression was anything to go by. Suddenly feeling embarrassed, Marinette tried to wipe away her tears that were already starting to stain her cheeks. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe she shouldn't have followed Alya's advice. Maybe this was all a waste of time and she should just give up—

Louis stopped dead in his tracks and whipped around to face his father, anger written in every facial feature on his handsome, little face.

"Don't talk to me about making her cry!" Louis suddenly shouted, pointing a finger across the room at his father. "Every single day you make her cry just by not being here! Every time you pretend she doesn't exist, or when you pretend you don't have a family, you make her cry! Husbands are supposed to take care of their families, but you don't give a shit about yours!"

Marinette flinched when a cuss word found it's way to slip past her son's lips. This time, she couldn't really blame him for not holding back. He was angry, and if it wasn't because she was so in shock, she would be too.

"Watch how you talk to me!" Adrien shouted back, and also stood from his seat. "I don't care about how much you 'hate me', I'm still your father!"

"You're nothing to me!" Louis bellowed. "And just like you did whatever you wanted by abandoning us, I'll do whatever I want by talking to you however I see fit! You don't deserve my respect, and you'll never have it!"

Their son left the room having the last word before she could stop him, the double doors to the dining hall slamming behind him. Marinette lowered her head into her open palms, covering her tear stained face to prevent herself from feeling further embarrassed, and overall look weak, in front of her husband. The large dining room fell silent after their son left, leaving her and Adrien to drown in their own separate thoughts. It was hard enough just sitting in front of him, trying to remain composed despite how desperately she wished to run into his arms and embrace him.

She couldn't deny that she missed him, because she did. So, so much.

"He's so disrespectful.." Adrien said after a moment of silence. He huffed in annoyance, folding his arms across his chest. "Do you let him talk like that to you?"

Marinette didn't even bother to look up at him. "He doesn't talk to me like that." She murmured in her hands.

"Well lucky you. Must be nice. I suppose you two are just... what? Best friends, right? Do you guys talk about me nastily behind my back too? Have you told him stories about how awful I am?"

Marinette lifted her head from her hands, glancing up at Adrien instead. Her husband had an unamused, bored expression written on his features, but it was clear that he was still annoyed by the whole encounter. Especially with the way his own son had spoken to him. "What kind of a person do you take me for?"

"Someone who would try to make me look bad—"

"Clearly you never knew me at all if you really believe that." Marinette frowned at him, hurt beyond belief that he would even imply such a thing. "In fact, Louis grows tired of me constantly defending you."

She watched as Adrien's eyebrows furrowed deeper as his anger seemed to rise... and be directed at her. "Defending me? I haven't done anything wrong to be needing you to defend me."

"You haven't done anything wrong?" Marinette wanted to laugh at that, but she decided against it at the last second. Mocking him wouldn't help their situation... despite all the many times Adrien had done it to her. "You haven't been in your son's life for ten years. You don't think that's okay, do you?"

"Of course not. That's rather unfortunate, but—"

"Unfortunate?" That time, Marinette couldn't help the disbelieved laugh that escaped past her lips. "Do you even hear yourself right now? That's something Gabriel Agreste would've said to make himself feel better for not being a father to you, and I always thought you were nothing like your father."

Marinette stood from her chair as she gauged Adrien's stunned reaction. He seemed to be at loss for words as he gaped at her, unsure of how to respond to her words which were basically a jab to the chest. A wake up call even, if that was a better term for it. As she headed for the same doors her son had stormed out of, the servants quickly came around her to take her untouched plates of food and push in her chair.

She paused as she reached for the handle, and only slightly looked over her shoulder so that she could say one last thing to her beloved.

"If you want to actually try being a part of your son's life, you can stay for a few days in one of the guest bedrooms. Maybe, if Louis sees your efforts, he'll give you the chance that your father never gave you."

She didn't give him the chance to respond. Adrien didn't deserve it, after all. Instead, her exit was rather grand, leaving Adrien to ponder over the words she had just fed to him. Literal food for thought that would be more nutritious for him than anything their chefs might've prepared that night.

Marinette found herself smiling. Leaving him stunned like that made her feel rather confident for a change.

That smile vanished, however, the moment she was on the other side of the dining hall. Right as the doors opened, Marinette was greeted by her son.

Oddly enough, the young man hadn't gone straight to his room after the argument that had ensued and had instead stayed right by the doors continuing to listen to his parents' conversation. His frown deepened the moment their eyes met, and Marinette sighed in defeat, her shoulders slouching as she was unable to hide just how emotionally exhausted she was.

He'd been listening. Her son had heard everything.

"Did you really just offer him a place to stay for the night?" Was Louis's first remark the moment the doors were closed once more, and they were alone in the long, marble hall.

Tiredly, Marinette nodded. She was too emotionally drained and hurt to have another discussion about it with her son. She watched as he simply turned away from her, disgust written in his features (and disappointment, it seemed in her choices), as he silently headed towards his room for the night.

She decided it would be wise for her to do the same.

Marinette laid on her back in her giant, king-sized bed for what felt like an eternity, merely staring up at the ceiling. She couldn't sleep. In fact, all she could think about was if Adrien had taken her up on her offer and had decided to stay in one of the guest bedrooms—if not for her, then at least for their son. She turned onto her side and exhaled slowly, extending her arm as far as she could reach along the sheets, longing for her bed to no longer feel so empty. With a defeated sigh, she closed her eyes. And with pain in her heart, she fell asleep accepting that her bed would always feel that cold.

But when she woke up the next morning, she found herself feeling rather hot.

Something was off. The air conditioning vent was right above her headboard, which meant Marinette was never one to get hot at night. But she was practically drenched in her own sweat... and what was even worse... her pillow wasn't as soft as she remembered.

The ravenette sat up in an instant, and with wide eyes, took in her somewhat unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn't her room. The bed, for one, wasn't a king sized bed. It was smaller, and so was the entire bedroom. The walls were a lighter shade of grey, the sheets were a different color, the chandelier that gloriously hung above her bed was missing...

This wasn't her room.

Marinette threw the covers off of her body and rushed to the bathroom. At first, the worst thoughts came to mind. Had she slept with someone last night? Had she slept with Adrien? In horror, she rushed to stand in front of the bathroom mirror, only for her eyes to further widen once her gaze focused on her reflection.

In the mirror staring back at her was not herself.

It was Adrien.

Her husband Adrien was staring back at her, wearing the same shocked expression she knew she herself was wearing, but he was shirtless, instead wearing a pair of cat paw print boxers. His blonde hair was disheveled, a clear indication of sleep... though she couldn't figure out why she was seeing him as her reflection. In fact, the longer she stared at him, the further her cheeks began to flush at the sight of her shirtless husband...

Marinette slowly reached up to touch her face and gasped audibly the moment she felt Adrien's stubble prick her fingers.

"Oh my god..." Marinette breathed out as she continued to further prod her face... well Adrien's face. She was even further shocked when her voice wasn't even her own, sounding deeper and more masculine and exactly like Adrien's voice. She threw a hand over her mouth. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real. She had to be dreaming, because what she was looking at should be impossible. But she wasn't dreaming, and she definitely wasn't hallucinating.

She was trapped inside Adrien Agreste's body.

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I really enjoyed this concept, and tbh I could totally see it having a part two. But that's up to you guys. Want a part two? Let me know!

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