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PROLOGUE
Lance was trembling. He couldn’t believe the day had finally come.
Whether or not it was just his anxiety making him feel things, his suit felt tied. He fidgeted with the blue bowtie he had on until he saw Allura’s hand swipe his away.
“Feeling nervous?” she asked, a gentle smile on her face; however her eyes glittered with excitement for her friend.
“You have no idea,” Lance chuckled, looking at her, then at the ground. “I’m just… wow. I’m so happy, Allura. I didn’t think Keith, my first actual lover, would end up being the one I’m marrying, you know?”
Allura nodded, swiping a strand of her white-as-snow hair behind her ear, taking Lance’s hand and thumbing it soothingly. “Well, you better treat him right,” she said, a mix of a playful yet serious tone in her voice. “If this is so rare for humans, you’re lucky. Very lucky.”
The brunet nodded. He turned his head when he heard a knock on the door. “Come in,” he called. Matt peered in after he opened the door, eyeing both Lance and Allura.
“You might wanna hurry it up, my dude,” he told Lance. “Everyone’s here.”
“Already?!” Lance gasped, suddenly moving quicker. “Damn it- Allura, do I look okay?”
Allura casted an amused glance at Matt, who seemed just as amused, then back at Lance, laughing softly. “You look great,” she assured him. “Now come on! Your husband is waiting.”
Lance sighed shakily, nodding. “You’re right,” he said, smiling a bit at the fluttery feeling he got in his chest when Allura called Keith his husband.
Shaky hands, yet still soft and loving when fingers were intertwined.
All they could see was each other. It was almost as if every other visible thing had been completely faded away from them both. They ignored the adoring giggles from family and friends at how flustered their smiles at each other were.
“Dearly bruhloved,” Hunk’s voice sounded as he stood, speaking out to everyone despite his anxiety levels being very high. “We are swaggered here today to join these two bros in holy matrihomie.”
Snorts from Matt were heard, and a smack against an arm from Shiro was also heard afterwards, but only very lightly. The cackling was silenced immediately after that.
As the ceremony went on, despite it still being full of small jokes here and there, family members and friends had tears in their eyes. After Hunk finished speaking, the rings came in, which were brought by Pidge. Matt was obviously ecstatic, sitting next to Shiro, trying to hold in his amusement at his little sister wearing a bear suit, because she had been declared ‘ring bearer.’
Pidge held the pillow with the rings sitting still on it, and Keith decided to do his vows first.
“Lance,” he blinked, trying not to cry at all but was slowly failing. “You started off as someone who I had bickered with, and competed against- but I ended up falling for you so quick even though you still got on my nerves. And, heh- sometimes you still do. But that doesn’t matter. I love you regardless, and I always will. You’ve been my stability since we were in space kicking ass. My impulse control, too. But you’re more than that, and I’m a bit more stable now. You’re everything to me. I’m so glad we reunited on that hunt for Shiro all those years ago, otherwise this never would have happened, and, frankly, I don’t want to imagine what my life would be like if that hadn’t happened. So let’s just put it this way: I love you so much. I hope to never lose you.”
People in the seats watching them were crying at this point. Tissues had been given to those who were crying by those who weren’t. Keith grabbed the ring from the pillow Pidge held out in front of her and took Lance’s hand, slipping it onto his finger as the two of them gazed into each other’s eyes lovingly.
Now it was Lance’s turn.
“Keith,” he said after taking a deep breath, however his voice was still shaky. “I’ll admit, back in the days before you got kicked out of the Garrison, I was jealous of you and tried to be better. And even when we ended up being Paladins of Voltron, I was still jealous. But I ended up realizing I never hated you as much as that jealousy made me feel I did. And slowly, all that ‘rivalry’ business slipped away, and it took us to where we are now. Here. Home. Together. And I can’t thank you enough for never leaving my side, no matter how much I annoyed you or how much you annoyed me or, whatever the odds were. I love you so much. Everything about you is mesmerizing, and I love how flustered you get when I use one of those cheesy cute names but in Spanish. I just- God, Keith. You made me whole again. When you left for the Blade of Marmora, it felt as if I had no place anymore. But then you came back, we all worked it out, and I felt complete again. As if you and I just… worked. And sure enough, we did. We really did. I love you, Keith. Thank you for everything.”
After that, Lance took the other ring from the pillow. He held Keith’s hand in his own and shakily slipped the ring onto his finger.
Hunk was gesturing to Shiro for a tissue, yet he knew he couldn’t go over there to grab one and Shiro couldn’t come over to give him it anyways. So he sniffled, tear stains visible on his cheeks, and cleared his throat before speaking again. “I now pronounce you as husbands,” he finally announced. “You may now kiss.”
Lance pressed his forehead to Keith’s, holding his waist gently. Keith slid his arms around the taller man’s neck. “Don’t mind if I do,” Lance said in his carefree flirtatious tone. Keith giggled, sighing when his now-husband pressed his lips to his, kissing back almost immediately.
Cheers and clapping sounded around the room as the two continued to kiss for probably nearly a full minute or so. They pulled away, but still continued to gaze at each other until they were able to go back down and relax and spend time with everyone else there.
They hung out in the reception room for a little while after, eating cake and drinking cans of soda. Normally there would probably be bottles of wine or beer or whatever, but because Lance clearly instructed that he wanted to remain a “good Christian boy” (which was far from the truth), he didn’t want any alcohol at the wedding.
“Dude, that was so gay,” Keith snorted, taking a sip of his drink.
Lance shrugged, rolling his eyes. “Eh,” he said, then smirked when Keith looked at him, “I’ve seen gayer.”
It took a moment for Keith to get the joke, and then he gasped, smacking Lance’s arm playfully. Lance squeaked, swatting back at him lightly. “Help!” he called out between giggles, “I only just got married and my husband’s already back to abusing me!”
“Shut up, idiot,” Keith calmed down, grinning a bit.
“You love me,” Lance smiled as well, leaning in, pressing a small soft kiss to the raven’s temple. “Now come on. Let’s go dance and be even more gay!”
Keith blinked, narrowing his eyes. “Wait- what?!” Before he could say anything else, Lance had taken his hand and the two of them rushed onto the dancefloor.
Lance took both Keith’s hands, pulling him close. “You heard me,” he said, in a more softer and gentle voice. “Let’s dance.”
“I don’t know how,” Keith admitted, averting his gaze, blushing in embarrassment.
“That’s fine,” the brunet brushed a strand of Keith’s jet black locks behind his ear, cupping the side of his face. “Just follow me, yeah?”
And Keith did just that. Before he knew it, he was lost in Lance’s gaze, sub-consciously following the movements he just felt Lance had been doing the whole time, and he was doing it perfectly.
They stopped abruptly after hearing cheers and aw’s from Pidge, Hunk and Matt.
“I love my friends who are husbands!” cheered Hunk, throwing his arms up in bliss.
“So do I!” Pidge laughed, waving her arms around.
Keith’s face flushed red and he buried his face in the crook of Lance’s neck. Lance laughed rather loudly, holding the smaller male close to him. Keith pulled away, gazing up at Lance who gazed back at him.
“Have I ever told you how much your eyes look like nighttime, but the stars are just a sparkly metal-made looking thing?” Lance told him, quietly, adding, “it’s peaceful. It feels safe, innocent.”
Keith giggled a little, which made Lance’s heart stutter. God, he loved this boy. “Your eyes, if I look into them long enough,” he said, “they look like a glowing ocean with soft crashing waves. I get lost in them but I feel protected. Sometimes I hear the waves even. It happened a lot back when we first started dating.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Keith continued, “when I’d have panic attacks sometimes before we came back to earth, you’d slip into my room since I’d start to pace around and you could somehow hear it? And you just laid me down back into my bed and laid there next to me, facing me, telling me nice things while I got lost in your eyes and.. I loved it. I still see it sometimes. I miss it, but when I do see it, I get really content.”
And all Lance could do was just smile. He pressed his lips against Keith’s, who kissed back, as the two of them stood there, occasionally swaying back and forth. They pulled away and just stared at each other again.
“I love you, Keith.”
“I love you too, Lance.”