henna on back

This fic was inspired by a prompt from @zaynubsiddiqui. Most of the headcanon belongs to her and she also sent me information and references to keep me right. I couldn’t (and wouldn’t) have written this without her. It was a pleasure bringing her headcanon to life. I hope I did it justice. <3

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The heavy hotel room door shut with an audible click and Yousef turned, leaning his weight back against it. Sana, his bride, his beautiful bride, stood watching him at the foot of the king sized bed. Yousef’s tall form was clothed in a dark suit, the top button of his white shirt undone. He’d long lost his blazer, having stripped it off for a dance number with with his closest friends. One of which being Sana’s brother, Elias. How Sana loved to watch Yousef dance. Really get lost in the music. It was the only thing he held almost as much passion for as his bride.

His wife. That word would take some getting used to. It felt like it had taken them forever to reach it but how worth the wait she was.

It had been a long day. Sana had wanted a small wedding and although she usually had a way of making things happen, the celebration simply could not be contained. Yousef liked to think the reason for that was that the size of the wedding represented the amount of love they shared and the love the people around them had for them too. When had he become such a romantic?

His eyes fell to Sana and he remembered.  

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