DREAMING OF YOU (d.a.)
damon albarn x latina!reader — FLUFF (req)
Damon was mindlessly walking down the streets, unaware of where the night would take him, when he stumbled across the record shop.
On the outside, it looked like any other shop, having all the latest bands and artists everyone was into these days. But what was playing inside was much different.
He stopped, listening in on how different the guitar sounded to him, quiet and rhythmic, but carrying something deeper and sensual, a sound entirely new to him.
The sound led him inside, where you were busy sorting through the last of the records. You looked up when you heard the bell jingle, seeing him there. "Sorry, we're closed."
"I know," He says, stepping closer to the register. "I just wanted to come in and take a listen."
"Oh," You raise an eyebrow, trying to figure out what this random white man was here for. "You like the song?"
"Burbujas de Amor by Juan Luis Guerra. Popular singer from my country."
You were expecting him to leave after the song was over, but he stuck around for more. He let you continue closing up shop, just wanting to continue hearing the music.
Originally, it was supposed to be a one-time thing. But most days, after the store closed, Damon would show up, wanting to listen and know more with you.
That was how you first met. A very Damon way of meeting someone to be immediately obsessed with the music of their culture.
But it wasn't just that. He'd never dated a Latina before, and though he knew some things about the culture, you'd be the one to show him.
He never wants to admit how hard he fell at first. He loved how you would talk with your hands, watching you sing along to the songs you would play, his mind consumed only with you.
Trying to teach him Spanish was always a struggle, but he picked it up faster than you thought. You didn't know it at the time, but it was something he took seriously.
You completely fell for him when you went back home with him, his first time visiting the country, seeing the non-touristy parts, where you really grew up.
You were nervous about him meeting your abuelita, she was the matriarch, the one who was always there for you when you needed it the most.
When they first met, you translated most of the conversation for them, assuming that Damon would have a hard time understanding.
But later on, you saw them together privately, talking in hushed whispers, his hand resting over hers like it was something sacred.
"Mi nieta habla mucho de ti," She says with a kind smile. "Ya lo sé a quién tiene su corazón."
"Sí," Damon picked up bits and pieces to understand what she was saying, trying to figure out a response. "Te amo ella mucho. Quiero ella…feliz."
"Sí, eso es muy importante," She nods approvingly. "Pero tienes que prometerme que no la hieras. Ella ya ha sido herida antes."
"Lo prometo." He doesn't hesitate, unable to even fathom the idea of seeing your sweet smile gone from your face for any reason.
"Bien," She smiles. "Bienvenido a la familia, Damón." She puts the accent on his name, making you laugh at the pronunciation.
"Gracias," He replies quietly, kissing her hand. "Por todo."
It warmed your heart that he even went that far into learning the language, just to connect with her on a more intimate level, to show how much he cared.
You found out later that night that all those times he stayed up late were from him trying to practice, just for that small moment, even if it wasn't perfect.
And like it usually happened back home, the power eventually went out. In times like this, you'd light a candle and the CD player, putting on one of the albums you had on hand.
With a sweet smile, you held your hand out to Damon, inviting him to dance with you. He could never say no when you asked him, even if he was awkward and stiff.
The song was quiet, romantic, the light from the candle flickering as you rested your head on his shoulder, two hearts full of love.
He always considered himself lucky in some way for meeting you, for being introduced to who you were, for being you.
Someday, he'd make a song with everything he wanted to say, filled with all the sounds he loved so much that you showed him from the first day you met.
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