Damienette Fluff-Shots

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||Warning: possible curses *cough* Jason *cough* • possible violence (they're the batfam what'd you expect) • lots and lots of fluff||

~Marinette~

Four years, that was how long she'd spent away from her demon, her beloved. When she was thirteen she was given a Miraculous, she was given the Miraculous of creation. Her wonderful Kwamii Tikki kept her company after she left Gotham, soon after she'd arrived and settled she was approached by Master Fu. She remembered the day dearly, the tiny box with red patterned on the top of the octonagal box. Her red and black spotted earring quickly turning black a bright light blinding her as her Kwamii appeared. Now she had just turned seventeen and was sprinting across rooftops to the airport the black and blue latex suit giving her the extra agility and speed she needed. The shock you might find hearing she now bore both the Miraculous of creation and  destruction might shock you but it was a wise decision. Her ex-partner Chat Noir has just a year ago lost his Miraculous and turned out to be the greedy spineless coward Adrien Agreste. The idiot who told her 'take the high road' she didn't listen, of course, and instead repatriated back to her three best friends Chloe, Juleka, and Alix.  Lila has returned her third year and by the end had taken all except the three girls her throat finally fulfilled. They had approached her begging for forgiveness and guided her out of the pit of numbness she had forced herself into their third year at Collège Françoise Dupont due to the pain of betrayal. She had of course talked to Damien and the rest of his family, her sanctuary until she was approached by her three best friends. Now it was the their last day of first semiester and she was packed for a two week trip to Gotham over break planning to spen Christmas with her wonderful boyfriend and his family. Damien Wayne was a special case she had taken on while in Gotham thawing the Ice Princes heart and being lovingly accepted into his family his brightest and softest smiles reserved for his Angel, as he called her. 

Now situated in her spacious first class cabin for the fifteen hour flight she put in her AirPods and whipped out her sketch pad the beautiful clouds and the serene still ocean below her inspiring a while spring and summer swimsuit line for her collection. She should probably mention she's MDC the world renowned fashion icon her collections making the cover of Vogue and many other major fashion outlets including Style Queen Magazine. Her collections were top of the line her commissions expensive as everything was ha dmade hy her in a studio so everything took time. Bruce and his family were kind enough to dedicate a room to work while she stayed there with an industrial sewing machine and a large clothing rack enough to fit an entire line with large floor to ceiling windows over looking the garden, her large mahogany desk took up the right side of the room her desktop sitting with a wireless keyboard and mouse with the MDC logo emblazoned on the back of the deskto and her laptop. Her fabric storage closet had hundreds of styles and textures ranging from cotton and faux fur to lace and gauze. Her new line consisted of of a baby blue two peice swimsuit with hand stitched cloud designs as well as the MDC logo over the heart. The next was a deep blue strap bikini with seashells embroidered intricately alon the v-neck collar and on the top rim of the bottoms the MDC logo once again stistched over the heart. She looked at her phone and gasped, she'd been designing the two swimsuits (as well as six others) for five hours! She quickly put the sketch pad away deciding to get up, now that the seatbelt light had been dimmed and shut off to use the bathroom and get some food. She quickly exited the small bathroom cabin at the back of the first class section and ordered a simple cheeseburger deciding not to eat much. Content with her designs and her email she closed her eyes and played calming violin and viola music and was soon pulled into a peaceful sleep (that was rare). A loud ping woke her from her slumber and she was told they would be landing in twenty minutes, nine hours and forty minutes, the longest she'd ever slept in a plane. She quickly put her phone and AirPods away in her pastel pink and purple duffel bag also putting her designs and other carry-on items away just in time to hear the seatbelt light ping on indicating turbulence or landing, the loud static and soon to follow announcement would indicate the latter. Sure enough they would be landing in five minutes. She opened up the pack of gum in the pocket of her black LuLuLemon leggings and chewed a peice of peppermint gum her ears popping as they landed smoothly of the tarmac a round of applause followed dorvthe pilots smooth landing.