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summary: after not being able to find good fanfics where the reader is a dancer I have decided to make my own series of Dance AU for some of my favorite fandoms!

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Regained Passion - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 4 - How long has it been?

(Part 4! after so long im sorry~!!! but we getting to the good stuff now~)

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Easy As Loving You // Older Damian x Reader

Damian and you are both like 20 in this btw

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Dami : I’ll come pick you up

You : Ok :) I’ll probably be done around 5:30. I’ll text you if it’s any later

Dami : see you then

I opened the door to the studio smiling at my recent texts. It was currently 8:30, I had thirty minutes until my morning class. I am a soloist for the Gotham City Ballet (GCB), which meant early morning, late nights, and even later performances. I joined the coryphee straight out of high school at 17, was promoted to first artist at 18, and soloist at 19. At this rate I was to be a principal at any moment, but I never put my expectations too high. I didn’t want to disappoint myself. I said hello to the attendant at the desk and wen to check my schedule.

(L/N):

9 am class 10:30 am - 1:30 pm Odette rehearsal 1:30 pm - 2 pm Costume fitting 2 pm - 5 pm Odile Rehearsal

Not a particularly difficult day, but it would be a tiring one. I had been chosen to play Odette/Odile in Swan Lake, it would be my debut principal role. Of course, once I told Damian, he insisted he bring the whole family to watch. I took the elevator to the floor with the dressing room, did my hair in a middle/high bun, and put on a lilac-blue sleeveless highneck leotard with white hems and a white zipper down the front, along with pink stirrup tights on top of it. On top of that, I wore a sheer black tight top (basically footless tights you make into a shirt by cutting a hole in the crotch), gray leg warmers, “garbage bag” ripstop warmup pants, and a black fleece zip up jacket with the Wayne Enterprises logo embroidered on the left chest. I talked to friends and co-workers before heading to the studio where class was to be held.

We started with bar and ended with jumps, as always, and I took a snack break before heading to the larger studio for Odette rehearsal. Today I was learning her entrance, solo, and pas de deux. I walked in to see Aran, my partner, already warming up and practicing. He greeted me with a nice hello and as soon as the director arrived, we got to work.

The rest of the day went as planned and after a difficult Odile rehearsal, I went to the shoe room to pick up a few new pairs I would sew that night. By the time I left the shoe room, it was 5:15. Damian would be outside in 15 minutes, just enough time for me to get changed. I left my hair up but changed back into light wash cuffed jeans and a t-shirt, figuring I could shower at the manor. Damian and I had been dating for almost two years, and had talked about moving in together. He still lived at the manor with Bruce, and I lived in a small one bedroom downtown. It wasn’t big enough for two people, so we had been apartment hunting for a while. I sat in the lobby listening to my performance music and going over my choreography in my head, when I was startled by a text.

Dami. : parked across the street

I ran outside and to the car when I jumped in the passenger side.

“Hello, beloved.” He greeted me with a rare smile and kiss. “How was it?” “Odile is so much harder than I thought. Aran and I are having trouble with the adagio in the white pas. I think he just needs to figure out how to hold me correctly…” “Hold you?” He sounded concerned. Damian was protective. He accepted my career, but didn’t enjoy the thought of partnering. “Yes, love,” I giggled at his protectiveness, he tightened his grip on the wheel and started to drive. “I just wasn’t on balance during the white swan’s adagio. It was just as much my fault as it was his.” “No.” “No? Dami, what do you-“ “You did nothing wrong. You are a trained professional, one of the best in the world. He should be doing this correctly.” “Well, it’s a lot harder than you might think!” I gawked at him. “I bet I could do it.” “Really?” “Yes, beloved. I think it would be quite easy.” He smirked. He was pleased with himself. “Fine. Then I will teach it to you when we get back to your house, and then you’ll see just how easy it is.” “Challenge accepted, love.” I crossed my arms and smiled. I couldn’t believe his confidence! He let me plug in my phone to the aux and play my music. Currently I had on Odette’s death scene. The Scene Finale Andante. We were silent in the car. Only stealing glances at one another every few minutes

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We pulled up infant of the manor and silently got out of the car. Though we appeared upset at each other, we were simply stubborn. Both wanting to prove the other wrong and neither of us wanting to let guards down. He waited for me to get my things, and when I met him on the drivers side, he quietly gave me his arm to take, and carried my bag as well. Alfred answered the door as we walked up the few steps. “Master Damian, Miss (Y/N). Lovely to see you.” He acknowledged me as Damian led me through the door. “You too Alfred.” I smiled at him as he closed the door. I let go of Damian’s arm and took my bag from his hand. He looked at me, confused. “I’m still going to prove you wrong!” I hurried to the gym. As a birthday present one year, Damian had converted part of the gym area to a studio. Sprung marley floors, wall to wall mirror and all. All I heard him mumble was “Tt” as he followed behind me.

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I was now changed back into a leotard and tights, toes taped and pointe shoes on. That shower was gonna have to wait. Damian was in a t-shirt and compression pants; the closest he found to tights. “I’ll ignore your lack of technique for now and we’ll focus on the partnering.” Damian actually had taken ballet classes before. Dick had convinced him it was good for him. And even though he refused to admit it, Damian enjoyed it. “Here’s a video of the black swan pas de deux from act three.” He walked over to my laptop and studied the video, eyebrows furrowed. I told him we would only do the entree, and not the adage, and he seemed accepting of it. “Looks simple enough.” I scoffed at his comment and led him to the floor. “So, we start with saute, precipite, sou soux, and I go to tendue and you to tendue arabesque back,” I demonstrated his movements and he followed with about as much grace as you’d expect. “Now, meet me at the corner and we start the first partnering section.” He nodded in silence. I appreciated how much he was concentrating on this, even though I knew he was only doing it to prove a point. “Now, don’t put your hand on my waist until I do my attitude. After I do it, I will pass through first for you to lift me. As I pass through, prepare to lift me. Your hands should be right under my ribs, thumbs pushing under my shoulder blades.” I placed his hands where they should be when he lifts me. He cleared his throat nervously. Cute. “Shall we try?” He asked, trying his best to seem unfazed, but I could hear his voice falter. “If you’re ready so am I…” I walked over to my laptop, just playing the music from there.

I had my eyes locked on him the whole time. Fully embracing Odile’s seductive character. And just as Odile had an affect on Seigfried, I had an affect on Damian. He kept glancing away from me, but I tried to hold his gaze. The entrance was successful, here were the lifts. First, was uneasy but in the end complete. Second went better than the first but the landing was rough. I had only taught him that much, he didn’t expect me to continue, but as he stood, proud of himself for completing the dance, I danced around him, seductively in character. Giving him side glances and subtle winks, until I stood infront of him in B plus, and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Now, was that so easy?” I smiled and leaned close to his face. He simply cleared his throat, looked away, looked back, and said: “About as easy as loving you.”

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SUPER SHITTY SORRY BUT IVE BEEN BUSY

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Regained Passion - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 3 - Bonding