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Auburn Traditions (Damian Wayne x Reader)

summary: After your wedding, Damian spends the night finding his name in your bridal henna. In the safety of your presence, he can share his true feelings to you. word count: 1,550~ warnings: none Special thanks to @quillsareswords for bouncing ideas around until this fic was born. I am soft for this man. This is the mushiest thing I've written in so long. Literally kicking my feet writing this.

It came as no surprise when Damian popped the question.

You two flourished beside each other, growing individually in the comfort of each other’s embrace. For years you stood beside Damian. Through high school you helped him study every exam season, said quick greetings in the halls, and even helped him find all his classes his first year. In college you motivated him through finals, went to every pesky orientation, and cheered the loudest when he walked across the stage one final time.

Almost in tandem, Damian returned the favor. He asked you to Prom your senior year, holding up a shy bouquet of flowers and a corsage. He attended every performance of yours, big or small, because the mere presence of him was more support than you could ever wish for. Damian dragged you to bed on long nights and held you through so many tough ones, never letting go through it all.

You moved out together years later after you found the perfect forever home and finally made it yours. The walls were painted deep into the night, muted tones swiped onto his nose only for him to fling it back at you. Together, Christmas lights were hung across the house year after year as you danced to the upbeat tunes in your own living room while the fireplace warms you up after a long day in the snow.

So when Damian kneeled before you, his heart pouring out of his chest as he spoke words of reflection and his own green eyes shining with affection, you had to say yes. A year of bliss with Damian Wayne, your fiancé, soon to be husband. You carved out a section of this chaotic world and made it your own, a section full of adoration and unwavering love.

The wedding night was one to remember. It was an extravagant night filled with family, music, and laughter. Damian couldn’t keep his eyes off his bride for very long, far too many of the wedding photos showed Damian’s soft gaze towards you.

Your vows were heartfelt and private, opting to say your true feelings in the comfort of each other and no one more. Damian Wayne, the man of very few words, had the most poetic words fall from his lips that day. Damian Wayne, the man with ironclad emotions, cried in front of you when the vows continued forward—not that he’d ever admit that, but you knew.

So here you were, the wedding night bliss still radiating off of you as you sat in front of Damian—your husband—on your shared bed. Your outfits were hung up ages ago, torn off the second you could and changed into something more cozy with softer fabrics and looser seams. Bobby pins were scattered across the bathroom sink as you let your hair rest. Damian’s own hair was ruffled, the gel long since worn off.

Neither of you minded, no amount of makeup or luxurious outfits could make Damian fall for you any harder than he already has.

“You’re really intent on finding it,” you commented playfully, your voice dipped into softer volume. Your hands rested in his, decorated in vibrant amber. Delicate florals weaved their way across your fingertips and palms, vines twirled across the negative space until their leaves grew on your hands. Mother Earth herself had kissed your hands and let her beauty flow across your skin—her own blessing to the marriage.

Henna: a tradition that was nothing short of mesmerizing. You remembered the day Damian asked for this, a small portion of his heritage incorporated into the best night of his life. And of course, you said yes, accepting every part of him happily.

His hands traced along the arabic style that seeped into your skin, spaced out leaves and florals that left a gorgeous amount of free space to show off your own beautiful skin. It wasn’t nearly as intricate as Mehndi, for this style of henna focused on the palms to bring in love and cherish memories. But every dot on your skin was as fascinating as the one before it, carefully placed into a beautiful design.

“Of course,” Damian responded, his gaze incredibly focused on the detailed pattern on your hands. He flipped over your hands to look at the top. “The fate of the marriage rests on this moment.”

You snorted, “You just don’t want to admit that I’m the dominant one in the relationship.”

Damian tsked, “You wish.”

“Well,” you looked over at the clock, “you have five minutes before that superstition comes true. Better hurry up, bird boy.”

“There’s no need to rush me, I will find it before the night is over.”

You hummed in disbelief, a playful tone falling from your lips. The room fell to comfortable silence once more, the only sound was the soft breathing that landed onto the tips of your fingers.

His hands were so gentle as they touched yours, a faint warmth emitting from his own hands and transferring to yours. Even as he turned your hands this way and that, his fingertips traced along the design. The touch was feather-light, almost tickling the surface of your hand.

He never touched with much pressure. Even though the dye was a deep rich color, beautifully stained on your hands and wrists, he didn’t dare to wear it thin. Talia herself told you every tradition as she crafted the henna on your hand, happy to play such a significant role in her son's marriage—and welcoming you to the family? She was overjoyed to receive that call.

So when your henna turned into a darker tone overnight, you immediately knew the deep connection between you and Damian was gorgeously on display. The color signified more than just love and an unwavering bond, but it also represented your place beside your new family, and the love you will surely receive from them.

“You look beautiful with this on, Zawjati,” he spoke just barely above a whisper, as if the amber design had Damian mesmerized. The words fell from his lips absent-mindedly, a new term of endearment taking flight in an instant. The gesture meant more to him than he could ever explain, from the reconnection to understanding, all the way to acceptance, his heart was unbelievably full.

You glanced up at him, your eyes met the softened gaze of a man so deeply in love, the rest of the word slipped away. That gaze conveyed more to you than any poetic vow.

Your heart was equally as full. His simple wedding band was smooth against your fingers, the new shimmer of metal was vibrant against the tan of his skin. Your own traditions having melted into the wedding with the rings, a permanent symbol of the promise Damian made to you each and every day: to love and cherish you.

“That’s a new one,” you said, pushing past the breathless feeling in your lungs.

He rolled your fingers in his and sparks flew up your chest just like the first day you met him, even after all these years. He hummed in question, his eyes scanning the patterns with deep concentration.

“Zawjati,” you continued. “What does that one mean?”

Damian shifted slightly, not uncomfortably so, but as if his brain was mulling words around behind his eyes so his body swayed on instinct. “My wife.”

The smile that broke across your face happened in an instant, a full gleam of happiness filled your body that you couldn’t possibly contain. “Oh?” you teased, as if the words didn’t burrow themselves in your chest to create blossoming trees, “I’ve upgraded now.”

The corner of his lip ticked upwards so slightly you wouldn’t have caught it if you weren’t staring. There was a tint of your lipstick stained on his lips that you didn’t notice before. His fingers toyed with yours, they slipped in between yours with a ticklish touch.

“I’ve been wanting to call you that for years,” he said it so simply, like that profession didn’t take the air out of your lungs and make your heart flutter alongside it.

“Years?” you breathed out, stunned by his words. You knew his love for you was profound, but to be looking forward to spending the rest of his life with you for years? Your head whirled from the whiplash.

“Yes.” Just as simply as the words that came before. “My heart knew who it belonged to the second you entered my life. You were the only one who ever saw me for who I really was, not who I could become. You were the only one who made me look forward to living, not for the sake of saving lives to simply do it again the next day, but to keep coming home to you.”

“You make the future seem possible. You,” he breathed, “you make me want to be better, not because I have to, but because I truly want to. That is why I’ve always been more partial to the other translation of Zawjati.”

The word rolled off his tongue and your heart danced. “And what’s that?”

His thumb swiped across your pulse point where his name was imprinted on your skin in subtle cursive, easily blending into a vine. He gently brought the point to his lips.

“My better half.”

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coolx2-nodoubt · 2 years

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How would the Moonboys react to your bridal mehndi.

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Steven

When Steven enters your room. He spots you in your red wedding dress.

"Oh, love you look gorgeous in your saree. I can’t wait to marry you."

You smile up at him, blushing.

"Thank you, baby."

Some of the aunties outised, were shouting out his name, calling him. But before Steven leaves you called out his name.

"Steven!"

He turns around to look at you.

"Yeah love?"

"Everything alright?"

He comes up to you knealing down, placing his hands on your knees looking up to you.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just needed to ask you something.."

He looks at you waiting for you to continue.

"Um we brides do this thing where we draw on our hands.."

You pulled out your hands, to show it to him. He takes it into his own hands. Looking down at them.

"It’s called mehndi, we do these little flowers designs all over our hands-"

"God, they look lovely! Beautiful even."

He squints his eyes to closely examen your hands.

You love his serious face.

"And we also do this silly ol' tradition, where we put the grooms initial in our mehndi and they must find it. It shows you are meant to be together, you know."

He looks up at you with a smirk on his face.

"And you want me to look for it?"

You look away, you bite your lip.

"Yeah.."

"Alright, then let’s do this thing."

He starts looking for it intensevely, looking at your fingertips, in between the lines and the flowers. Flipping your hands on both sides. It's been about 6 minutes, but he still couldn’t find it anywhere.

"Love are you sure it's here?"

You chuckle at him, looking at him a slightly tilted head.

"What? Do you give up?"

"NO! no I’m just asking to make sure, that's all."

After looking for while, he finally finds it.

"BOOYA! Found it. Look right there, below the thumb. You see?"

He points it out for you.

"Finally! You did such great job sweetie."

You smiled at him.

He looked so proud of himself. He took your hands in his, kissing them lovingly while looking at you.

"I guess that means we are meant together, forever."

You burst out laughing, giving him a big tight hug around his waist.

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Marc

After the reception, you and Marc left the party for some alone time together.

"God I am exhausted. I didn't realise that weddings can get this chaotic."

You chuckled at him, sympathizing with him.

"Yeah it does. Getting ready, preparing the ceremony, greeting all the guest could really drain all your energy out."

Holding your hands together, you notice a bench under a well-litted tree. So you both go sit under it.

"You know..in indian weddings we also have this THING, yeah. Where the groom has to find his own name in the brides henna, to see if they belong together."

"Really?" He asked

"Yeah, also some grooms have a very hard time finding it you know .."

You look away from him with a grin on your face.

"Are you challenging me Y/N Spector? You really don't think I can do this?"

You shrug at him

"Don't know, just sayin?"

You look back at him, with a cheeky smile.

He takes your hands in his and immediately starts searching for it. In within seconds he finds it.

"Look here, at the tip of the finger."

He points out.

"Told ya babe, I'm too good at this."

It shouldn't have surprised you honestly, I mean he was a mercenary after all.

"I never doubted you for a second babe, I just wanted to let you know."

"Right?"

You give him a quick peck on his cheek

"Comon let's go. Our guest must be wondering by now, where we are."

He stands up, bends down to pick you up like a bridal style.

You yelp.

"Marc! Put me down! Marc..."

He looks down at you with a smirk.

"No, I don't think so..."

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Jake

You and Jake, both arrived at the hotel that you were about to stay at, for the next few days. Jake had booked a presidential suite.

When you arrived at the reception. Jake gave his name to the receptionist, and she gave him the keys to the suite.

One of the bellhops on standby helped you guys with the luggages.

When you both got to your suite, Jake tipped the bellhop. And he went on his merry way.

You used the keys to open the door. When you entered the room, you hurriedly went to on the giant king size bed and plopped onto it. With a big sigh escaping your mouth.

Jake closed the door locking it. And plopped next to you. You both looked at eachother and laughed.

"Long day, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm tired. I just wanna take this dress off and go to sleep."

"Me too, want me to help you out, amore?"

You nodded at him.

"Yeah, that would be nice."

You sat up and Jake helped you get all of the bobby pins out of your hair. Which was surprisingly a lot.

"Done! Whew that was A . LOT!"

You chuckled.

"I know, thank you."

"De nada amor."

You stood up to go to the bathroom. But he caught your hand. You turned your head to him, confused.

"Do you need help getting out of your little dress, bébé."

You gently slapped his hands away. Making him chuckle. You look at him half-unamused.

"Jake.."

When you both got changed into your comfy clothes. Getting ready to sleep.

You poked at him to get his attention. He turned around to look at you.

"Babe?"

"Sí amor?"

"Can you do something for me?"

He comes up to you laying up against you. With his head on his hand.

"Of course, qué pasa?"

"So I wanted you find your name in my henna. It shows if you belong to one another."

"Oh bébé we don't need to play these silly little games to prove our love."

"Oh comon, please? For me?"

You gave him your puppy dog eyes, you knew he couldn't say no to them.

"Alright..fine, muéstrame tus manos."

You happily showed him.

He looks at it for a while looking for his name then he finds with a heart drawn along after it.

He looks up at you smiling.

"So? Did you find it?"

He suddenly pulls you in for a deep sensual kiss. He pulls away to awnser your quetion.

"Sí. Aquí."

He then cups your cheek with this hands for you to look at him.

"Te amo princessa."

"I love you too babe."

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BONUS♡

Khonshu

"What? Are you gonna ask me to play your silly game aswell?"

"Well I wasn-"

"Because I am not playing your stupid games."

You looked at him stunned.

"What? Khonshu? KHONSHU?!

THE END

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Translation>

Princessa- princess

Sí- yes

Aquí- here

Muéstrame tus manos- show me your hands

Amor- love

Bébé- baby

Qué pasa- what's up

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