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You Are Music To My Ears.

Summary: You love two things: your flute, and your boyfriend, Damian Wayne. You started dating Freshman year, and as Senior year approaches, you only grow closer.

FemFlutist!Reader x Damian Wayne.

Warnings: Teenage romance, fluff, short, oneshot, may be ooc.

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“Yeah, since the Freshman need practice time in the rehearsal room, I won’t be able to practice all week,” you complain to your boyfriend, Damian Wayne, as you both walk out of the school building. “I mean, I guess I could do it outside, but what if I inhale a bug or something? Plus, I’d hardly be able to hear myself. And Lord knows my parents won’t let me practice at home. Rich people piss me off.”

Damian furrows his brow, looking down at you. “Oh. Practicing playing your music on the flute is very important to you. Maybe you could play it at my house,” offers Damian, tilting his head slightly.

“I wouldn’t want to bother your house, Dami, as nice as the offer is. After ten minutes it kind of sounds like a fly zooming around the room.” You laugh at that, flushing slightly. “I can take a break from it. My concert is still…” You trail off, doing the math in your head. Fuck. “Oh shit, my concert is this Sunday! I have to practice!”

“I am aware of this,” says Damian. You would think it was said coldly if you hadn’t been dating him for three years now. This is just how he talks. “That is why I highly suggest you rehearse at my residence. Your recital is highly important to you.”

“I…I don’t know, Dami. I don’t want to annoy anybody at your house. It’ll be loud. And it’ll be the same songs over and over again,” you argue lightly, stopping to face him. “I can always ask Mrs. Renna to use her room after school.”

“Y/n. My father is working. Half of my siblings don’t live in the manor anymore, so I can ask them to leave. Some of them are on…a vacation. I assure you, it will be perfectly acceptable to practice your instrument and sheet music at the manor,” Damian insists, looking deep into your eyes. He could stare at them all day. You were so beautiful.

“…Alright. Can I just come over now? I have everything I need in my bag,” you ask, finally caving.

“Of course. You can borrow some of my clothing as well. The uniforms we must wear for school are not comfortable. They provide no assistance to our education,” Damian murmurs, turning to walk again.

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Damian was currently changing into more comfortable clothes. You set your sheet music out on his tidy desk, observing it closely. You had most of it memorized, but it was still nice to have. Sensing Damian’s presence behind you, your turn around on the spinning chair.

“I have sweatpants, a hoodie, your shorts from last week, and a shirt. You may take whatever you feel you will need,” murmurs Damian, holding all of the clothes neatly folded and in his hands. You stand, picking the sweatpants and shirt. You slip the clothes on while he puts the extras back into their respective spots.

For the next two hours, you look over your sheets, add notes, and practice everything until it’s completely perfect. At first, Damian was doing homework. Then he was folding laundry. Then he was on his bed, eyes closed, listening to you play. The sound was soothing to him. He felt so much love for you and didn’t know how to express it.

You stand, placing your flute carefully on his desk before flopping down on the bed next to him. You grin as he opens his eyes, his green eyes softer than usual.

“I appreciate the sound of your flute, habibti. It almost put me to sleep.”

You grin, laying your head on his chest. You can’t see his face, but you feel his soft smile. Shutting your eyes, you start to talk.

“Mm. Love playing. Love you. Love playing for you,” you mumble, burying your face in his neck. He places his hand on your head, fingers massaging your scalp lightly. You both fall asleep like that. Alfred comes in to lay a blanket over the both of you, and you sleep until 9 pm.

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