It's Not A Miraculous Dream

The Binding Wedding

  Damian stood by the golden alter, the room only being lit by torches lining the stoned walls and chandeliers. The boy wore his former armor, though this one was - presumably - made for his new size. It was still black and red with gold lining, but this new design had the gold patterns change to dragons and Kwamis, both creatures facing one another. The Kwamis held a golden rose over their chests, while the dragons held their katana in their front talons. Seeing how his mother hadn't brought Marinette yet, Damian decided to look around more, having not recognized the room. The room had stairs to the alter, the boy standing at the very top, while he saw other figures at the bottom. The floor bared one Blood Red carpet, small golden lines shooting through like leafed vines, if they were golden. The assassins and guardians stood in the same room, only leaving the middle section of red untouched. There were two big doors leading into this room, the dark chocolate color also having gold lining on it. Damian looked to his right to see a golden goblet, dragons and Kwamis lining the exterior, though the interior was smooth as glass with a glowing green liquid. Damian rose a brow, observing the big book on the alter same as the long sash laying in between the pages. 'What all is this woman having us do?' Damian roughly thought, trying not to clench his fists. Suddenly, the doors began opening, causing everyone to look over. Talia was walking in from the side, while Castiel walked from the other side, quiet Kwamis over his bare hands. Marinette walked in the middle, her long dress seemingly flowing behind her. Damian raised a brow, but never spoke. Both had a look of normality, but they knew how anxious and upset the other was, judging by the small twitch most would miss. Finally, Marinette stood before Damian, trying to keep eye-contact, though that was proving to be difficult for both parties. Talia stood behind the alter, while Castiel stood as the best man, both Kwamis in his protective hold. The teens could just barely sneak a glance before a cough was heard, gathering both teens' attention. "We are gathered here today to bind two Souls together; Marinette Dupain-Cheng as the Wielder of Creation and Great Guardian," Talia began, pointing towards the sheepish girl, whom stared at Damian the whole time. "And Damian Al Ghul Wayne as the Wielder of the Bat Kwami and Heir to the Demon Head!" Talia spoke again, pointing to her son, whom focused on the girl before him. Talia set her hands on the book, flipping it open to the sash. Lifting the red sash up, Talia chanted words in Arabic, something only the other five by the alter visibly understood. "We gather for this time's place / To bind these Souls by a sash / Like the lingering loops of a Snake / Going past their lying ash / Once these Souls are bound as one / Does Fate sweetly hold / Their times apart will vanquish / And so will the secrets they've never told / If Darkness comes for either of thee / May you stay close to each other's side / For that will help find your peace / From the everlasting lie / We hope you last with what you know / For times will feel like turmoil / May Gods above shine for your Love / As our words of binding remain unfoiled." Talia loudly finished before wrapping the sash around the teens' wrists, binding them to one another. Talia grabbed the goblet, slowly taking a dagger out of her pocket. Marinette gulped, seeing the sharpened blade in the woman's grip. Standing before them, Talia faced the bride, whom was trying her hardest to remain calm. "Do you - Marinette Dupain-Cheng - take Damian Al Ghul Wayne as your lawfully wedded husband?" Talia coolly spoke, her voice remaining monotone for the ceremony. Marinette took a deep breath, hoping her voice wasn't shaky. "I do." Marinette quickly spoke, thanking her lucky charmed stars she sounded alright. Talia faced her son, whom only stared into Marinette's nervous Bluebell orbs. "Do you - Damian Al Ghul Wayne - take Marinette Dupain-Cheng as your lawfully wedded wife?" Talia calmly spoke, her voice booming through the flamely lit room. Damian bit his cheek, sighing soon afterward. "I do." Damian coolly stated, feeling his fingers barely graze Marinette's. Talia nodded, gently grabbing Marinette's hand. Marinette focused on Damian, almost instantly feeling the dagger in her hand. Marinette bit her lip, willing her eyes away from stinging. Damian could only watch the girl as he too felt the dagger in his hand. The two's blood dripped into the goblet, waiting until it reached halfway. Talia covered the wounds before holding the cup above her head, seemingly letting the ceiling see it. "By drinking from this goblet, you two are to be bound by Blood to never stray from one another. May you feel your blood burn, if you try." Talia calmly threatened, causing the five people closest to Talia gulp. Lowering the mug, Talia let it stay in the teens' hands, both preventing it from spilling. "Now, Marinette Dupain-Cheng shall drink the first half, while Damian Al Ghul Wayne shall drink the other half!" Talia called, allowing the two to work their way through it. Marinette drank first, instantly feeling a bitter sting in her throat. However - just like drinking cranberry juice - she pushed through, passing it over to her betrothed. When Damian drank it, he too felt the bitterness grasp his insides. Just like Marinette, Damian had pushed through, both teens giving Talia the goblet. Grabbing it, Talia nodded, reaching for two more objects on the alter before dropping them into the goblet. Shaking it, Talia made sure neither fell out, setting the goblet on the alter. The teens watched in confusion as Talia removed the sash, setting it back in the old book. Grabbing the goblet, Talia showed the two what laid within, causing them to look between them and each other. Deep Green - almost black - rings laid inside the goblet, fresh blood and green liquid coating the outer layer. "Once these rings are placed, they will absorb the blood coating, deepening your bond. Grab them and place them on your left ring finger." Talia coolly instructed, watching the two slowly grab their rings. Marinette put hers on Damian first, the ring sliding on with ease. With a sigh, Damian placed his on Marinette's, watching it do the same thing. Talia nodded again, lifting her arms over the two, hearing Castiel scoff as the Kwamis huffed. "Now that you two are bound, you may now kiss the bride!" Talia called, hearing a small gasp escape from either the Kwamis or the teens. Marinette gulped before her and Damian took a deep breath, slowly leaning into each other. The first thing they felt was a soft rush, the feeling getting more tingly as the seconds came by. While - Marinette tasted a sweet, tangy fruit laced with honey - Damian tasted sweet strawberries and bubblegum. Cheers were heard, seemingly making the moment feel bittersweet. The second the two parted, however, Talia clapped her hands, making the teens barely flinch. Lowering herself by a few inches, Talia stayed at eye-level to the betrothed, watching them cautiously observe her. "Now, you two shall return to your dressing rooms to get into your towels; No clothes and no questions are to be asked. Understood?" Talia quietly whispered, her voice having a serious tone to it. Marinette tilted her head, while Damian lowly growled, his fists clenching once more. "Are you serious? There is no way we are to see each other naked...!" Damian quietly argued, his teeth gritting in the low voice. Marinette gasped, looking between the mother and son for context. 'Surely, that's a mistake.' 'Right?' 'What is she thinking, now?!' Marinette worriedly thought, too baffled to put it into her own words. Talia shook her head, merely glaring at her heir, whom glared back. "I am very serious, Damian. This is the last part of the ceremony; I promise." Talia soothingly stated, though Damian kept his hard glare. "Even then, did you really have to keep that part of the ceremony from us, until this last second?" Damian bitterly questioned, his voice getting darker and darker. A hand rested on his, making Damian look over, his glare barely softening. Marinette had a determined look in her Bluebell orbs, though Damian could make out worry and sheepish prayers trying not to show. "You're mother did say this is the last part. How about we just quickly get this over with before it gets more awkward...?" Marinette softly squeaked, still trying to keep her composure. Damian rose a brow, already knowing that didn't reassure the girl. 'She's just trying to help...' 'Just, don't fuck this up.' Damian indifferently thought, sighing soon after. "Fine."