Marinette Dupain-Cheng One shots [DISCONTINUED]

Relationship: Marinette/ Damian

Warning(s): Graphic scene of blood

This one- shot was requested by @Blondie4404 and so here is part 1

Summary:  Marinette thinks she accidentally killed someone, and Damian looks into it. He hides the case from his family, as if she is guilty, he will hide everything for her protection.

Her blue bell eyes gazed the scene before her. She trembled as she felt warm liquid touch her hand some more, making it's way toward her even further. 

Biting her lip to keep her from crying out loud, she lifted her hand to inspect it. Instead of it being her pale, soft skin, it was covered in blood. Blood from an innocent person. Her eyes shifted to the dead body, laying stiffly as the blood oozed from the head.

Tears began to run from her face as she shook her head. Standing up, she walked to the sink and turned on the water. Running her hands through the water, the bluenette scrubbed hard. Hard enough to peel her skin. She wanted to get rid of what happened. But, what happened will forever be in her head.

After drying her hands, she immediately walked to her phone. The only person she called was the one whom she trusted with her life. The other end picked up after 5 rings. "Hello, Angel. How're you?" 

Her breath hitched as she chocked out the sentence, "D-Dami, I need your help." Marinette pleaded softly, allowing the tears to fall. 

"What's wrong? Is everything alright?" Damian asked frantically. Silence engulfed her for a moment before she decided to speak up. "Please, don't make me say over the phone. Just please come over."

A sigh was heard from the other end, "Ok, I tracked your location. I am on my way. Please, stay safe and put." For some reason, Marinette nodded her head as she hung up the phone. As she laid it onto the counter, her eyes drifted to the kitchen where it laid.

It was all her fault, wasn't it? She didn't mean for this to happen. Damn, why did it hurt so much? Marinette slowly walked to the kitchen and stopped close to the body. It was still bleeding. Everywhere had blood. The counters, the fridge, the stove, the walls, and even her clothes. 

In her mind she knew there was no point in trying to wash it and that throwing it away was a better option. The clothes were able to be discarded but her mind will forever be stained with the graphic scene before her. 

The sound of the door bell cut her thoughts. Turning around, she made her way to the door. Before opening it, Marinette looked through the peep hole to check who it was. When seeing that it was Damian, she immediately opened the door and shoved him inside. 

Walking in, things seemed to be normal in his perspective, but as his eyes settled on Marinette, he boiled up inside. "What the hell happened here? Are you alright, Angel?" Damian asked.

Marinette allowed the tears to fall even more and a semi loud cry left her mouth. She jumped into his arms and cried onto his shoulder. Pity formed in his heart as he engulfed her and tightened his grip on her. "It's alright my fault, Dami. He's dead and it's all my fault."

6 hours earlier

Marinette was looking through her bag and purse to make sure she had all of her sewing equipment and all of the other important shit. She sat in the kitchen of the Wayne manor as her eyes scanned her phone. When Marinette moved the Gotham, she didn't plan on moving in with the Waynes.

Finally she accepted and decided to move in. They loved her like family and tried adopting her, but the Ice Prince and Sunshine started to date and they knew that she was joining the family another way.

The Waynes were like family. Well, at this point they were basically her only family. After defeating Hawkmoth, everything went downhill even more as it was. Marinette should've felt like she won, but instead she felt like she lost big time. 

When Hawkmoth was revealed to be Gabriel Agreste, the entire city began to not only blame him (which was reasonable considering he was Hawkmoth) but they also felt as if Adrien was some how involved. No one trusted the young Agreste and wherever he went, some gave him the most dirtiest looks, others quickly ran the other direction while most threw stuff at him.

He became tired of the treatment and went into hiding from the public eye. Marinette felt immense sadness for him. She knew he was dealing with a lot so she decided to let him rest all on his own. Other than that, everything seemed pretty much normal.

Her class still dislikes her even after Lila was thrown into prison for working for Hawkmoth. Some called over the past months but Marinette assumed it was to tear her down more so she ignored them all. Months after living in Paris after the whole ordeal, Marinette decided that it was time for a change.

Being in Paris effected her health too much. Luckily she still had friends who cared, but she needed a fresh new start. True, Chloe, Luka, and Kagami were against you leaving them, but they knew it was for the best. Plus the miraculous couldn't stay in Paris and needed a new hiding spot.

So, they bid her off reluctantly but still kept in contact with the bluenette.

Her thoughts were cut off when Jason entered the Kitchen. "Hello, Pixie, are getting ready to leave?" he asked her. Nodding her head, she answered, "Yep. I just checked to see if I have everything with me."

"Want me to drive you? I don't mind considering I'm heading that way myself."

"What are you doing over there?"

"Nothing of your concern, Pixie. Anyways, want a ride or no?"

"Yes," she giggled, "But can you drop me off at the cafe on 98 Street Corner, please?"

"Sure thing. I was going to ride my motorcycle, but since you have all your sewing stuff, we can take the Jeep." he responded and grabbed the keys off the racket. Looking over to her, he raised a brow, "You coming or what?"

Marinette blinked and stood up. She grabbed her stuff and made her way to him, "Yes, I am ready. Let's get going!"

It took about 15 minuets to reach the cafe. Marinette walked out of the car and grabbed her stuff. Before leaving to go inside the building, Jason stopped you. "Are you sure you don't want me to wait for you? I can if you want?"

Marinette shook her head, "I'm all good, Jay. Thank you so much for the ride!" she waved at him and walked through the doors. Upon walking inside, Marinette sat at the corner booth and fished out her tablet. 

She turned it on to work on a sketch for a suite that was in the making for a client. As her E-pen was moving around the skin, her heart beat started to beat rapidly. Something felt off. With her instincts acting up, she knew something was bound to happen. 

But, what's the get so worked up about? All of this was nothing. Deciding to ignore it, Marinette focused her attention on her sketch. Hours went by as she worked long and hard on it. 

Marinette was so focused on the sketch that she didn't notice a cup being placed before her. It was the person clearing their voice very loudly that caught her attention. Looking up from her work, she made eye contact with the waiter. 

"I'm sorry," she said, "But, I never ordered this."

The waiter nodded his head as he gave you his best signature smile that seemed all too familiar with her. "Table number three bought this for you."

Marinette smiled and looked over at the table the waiter was pointing at. There sat a lady with short brown hair. She couldn't exactly see her face but Marinette immediately knew that the woman was wearing sunglasses.

After depriving her eyes from the mysterious girl, Marinette looked to the waiter. Inside her, something was off. It didn't sit right with her. The thing that mostly didn't sit right was the fact that the waiter seemed very familiar. His smile and his voice was like she heard it a thousand times before. 

The guys black hair fell over his Grey, dull eyes what seemed to have an expression of charming? she thought to herself. 

"Tell table three I said thank you." Marinette smiled as she looked to see what drink she got. Before she could dive right into work, the waiter chuckled. "I will. I hope it taste really good, Marinette."

He walked away and back to the counter. Once out of view, Marinette looked at her watch and immediately started to panic. She had to be at her clients house in 10 minutes. Gathering all of her things, she walked out of the cafe and onto the busy streets of Gotham.

The door opened and revealed it to be Marinette's client that commissioned her earlier in the month. "Good morning, Marinette. Come on in." the kind gentlemen directed you to the living room. Marinette smiled as she set her stuff down onto the table. 

"Thank you, Mr. Suzuki. Would you like to get started?" 

"Yes, that would be lovely." Mr. Suzuki nodded his head as the both of them sat down on his white couch. Even when she was revealed to the public that she was MDC, she still felt shy toward her clients. Knowing how the world has grown sensitive, Marinette couldn't risk getting a Karen or Kyle angry and losing her business. 

When she received her first complaint from a client saying she was a minute late, Marinette felt the need to argue back. But, her manager stopped her from doing so and reminded her that to be respectful toward others even if their complaints are the most stupidest things ever.

"So, what are you looking for? For starters, what color would you like for your suite to be?" She asked him.

"Well, I prefer gold with black. You know, like something that isn't too extravagant."

Marinette nodded her head and jotted that down in er notebook. "Ok, so would you have pockets inside as well or only on th-" she froze as her chest became heavy. Her breathing died down as she laid her hand onto her chest.

Migraines started to rummage through your head. God damn it hurt. "Miss Marinette, are you alright?" Mr. Suzuki asked out of concern when seeing her in the state she was currently in. Marinette pulled her lips together and fought through the pain. "Yes, I am. Sorry for that. Anyways, as I was saying, would you like pockets on the inside as well or just on the outside?"

"I would like both."

After taking Mr. Suzuki's measurements, he invited Marinette to stay longer for some tea. She didn't want to be rude and decline after that scene from earlier. "So, when did you start taking a liking to designing, Marinette?"

"Well," she started, "As a child I love drawing and creating things. After my mom took me shopping for clothes, I fell in love with the ones she bought for me. And soon, I found myself making some clothes." Marinette smiled as she remembered that memory. Mr. Suzuki nodded his head and he took a sip of his tea. "You know, after seeing your hat for the Gabriel Agreste Hat Derby contest, I was quite impressed. I knew you were going to make a name for yourself."

Her cheeks burned at the compliment. She doesn't mind people giving her tiny compliments here and there, but sometimes when they go over board, she tends to turn red like a tomato. And Marinette hated turning red as a tomato because it reminded her of Nathaniel.

"Thank you, Mr. Suzuki, that means a lot coming from you."

"You're quite welcome. Who was your inspiration for all of this?"

"Growing up I looked up to Gabriel A-Agreste." Marinette stuttered.

"Oh, isn't he in prison for life for committing a murder or something?" Mr. Suzuki asked as he set down his cup. The bluenette just nodded her head, not wanting to go into detail. Yet again, her heart started to increase in beating as the migraines came back.

Deep inside she knew something was wrong and this time she was going to listen. As much as her stomach was hurting, she needed to see what was up. Closing out all of the noise, she carefully listened to her surroundings. 

After about a second, she was going to give up and talk to Mr. Suzuki again, but the hairs on her arm stood up. "Mr. Suzuki, look out!" Marinette yelled and shoved him to the side. A loud noise erupted through the entire city.

Standing quiet for a moment, Marinette waited silently for anything. But, after nothing happened, she looked to where Mr. Suzuki was suppose to be, but he wasn't there. Instead, he was on the floor, not moving.

Her hand flew to her mouth. Kneeling, she checked to find a pulse. Nothing. Panick erupted in her body as she tried performing CPR. It didn't last long when the sound of the window broke. Looking over to the noise, Marinette noticed nothing.

Her mind was telling her to go and check it out but she knew she had to say and help Mr. Suzuki. Marinette's eyes settled onto his body but they immediately widen. In his head was a bullet hole. Quite a big one. Soon enough, blood started to pour out.

nononononono Her mind raced as she looked around to see what she could possibly use to cover up the blood. But, a coughing stopped her from doing so. Mr. Suzuki started to cough up blood, which splattered onto the counters and appliance. 

She killed an innocent man. It was all her fault.