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 Epilogue: Miscommunication Tropes Are a Superpower

Here lies Marinette Dupain-Chenge Agreste. Watching the only man she’s ever loved animalistically kiss another woman.  In a dingey Parisian alleyway.  

                             Fifteen Years

Fifteen Years she trusted the blonde man who died for her time and time again during battle.

Who was as obsessed with her, and she was with him.

Who gave his all to her.

And so did she….

Only to realize.That her kids were right. He was with someone. A tall girl with almond-colored eyes, peach colored lipstick, and burgundy colored hair. Her curves filled out every inch of the dress the sentimonster was pulling up with his hand, as he stroked her inner thigh sensually. Her eyes lowered greedily as she nipped his neck.A chill ran up Marinette’s spine, as she was unable to make her legs move. Her blue eyes were glued onto the scene as if she was imagining how to capture her target. Even though, he was already captured.  She wanted to shout spots on so she could use her yoyo to hit him in every man’s weak spot. She could envision the thousands of ways to murder her beloved with that yoyo. And get away with it.  Oh! I don’t remember a thing! An akuma took over my body.

 And yet….

She stands there. In shock. In doubt. In remorse. In wondering why wasn’t she enough for him?  It’s not like she could shout ‘spots on’ anyway. Her earrings were stolen earlier tonight. Her mind sunk deeper and deeper into the abyss as the Sentimonsters began to walk away. No, that wasn’t her husband. But how could Marinette know that? She wasn’t brave enough to break up the love fest. So instead of confronting the issue.

She relinquished all of herself awareness.

She relinquished all of herself respect.

She relinquished all of her quick thinking and calculated plans.  She relinquished all of her trust. In the fit of passion….

These Sentimonsters were created by the new Hawk Moth that was determined to trap Marinette within her own brain….

“SECOND CHANCE!” A voice shouted from behind. It didn’t matter how many chances Luka gave her.
She was stuck in limbo to no avail.  Her self-conscious was as damaged as the peacock miraculous. Emma and Louis Dupain-Cheng Agreste made a supervillain out of their own mom a week and a half ago.

One the other side of town, three kids were in their grandparents’ home. The youngest of the three had fallen asleep peacefully on his grand-perès’ stomach. The only Dupain-Chengs getting sleep tonight is the youngest and least chaotic of the three siblings along with his grandparents.   Sabine yawned as she shuddered at the mess in the living room. Ultimate Mecha Strike 10 was on pause and the game controller had her grandson’s drool on it.  She shuddered but disregarded it for now.  Walking up the stairs to Marinette’s old room, Sabine shouts to the twins, "Lights off  in Ten Minutes." Louis nods as if his grandma can see him.  He was definitely his father's son. Emma facepalms, "Okay! Night!" 

Emma switches the lights off but turns on the flashlight instead, aiming it to the stairs that lead to the balcony.  The dusty floorboards squeaked with every light step. No wonder their grandma thought that they were still awake.  The cool air hits her cheeks while stepping onto the balcony.  Black studded earrings shined under the moonlight as she held them close to her heart. 

Louis looks at Emma worriedly, secretly hoping she doesn't blame herself entirely. This was partially his fault too. After all, he should have had faith in their parents. When have their parents done nothing but look chuffed when the other isn't looking. Hell....his dad would cooe just from the sight of Marinette putting oreos in the shopping cart. 

He watched as his sister clamped the earrings in her ears. "Are we sure about this? Couldn't we get dad or Aunt Alya?"  Emma shook her head knowingly. She knew it was best to finish what they started. Especially since their parents weren't guilty in the first place. Instead of wallowing, she cracked a quick grin. 

"What choice do we have , Louis? We ruined the Love Square!"

"Spots On!"

"Claws Out!"