Keith took a deep breath as he waited behind a pair of powder pink doors. The rest of the wedding party walked around him and down the aisle he couldn't see, shooting looks of good luck over their shoulders. Keith fidgeted in his tea-length white dress, standing between the evening sun and cool Earth. The off-the-shoulder lace sleeves were a little scratchy. He opted for silver flats during the ceremony and sparkly heels during the first dance to avoid any blisters. His fingers picked at the bouquet of white and pink flowers as he listened to the music change to You Are the Reason by Calum Scott and Leona Lewis.
Eric offered his arm and Keith hesitantly took it. It was time.
The entire morning Keith had been stress-free and cheery, but now he was filled with anxiety. Every negative possibility ran through his head in an instant. What if he rushed this? What if Lance was just doing it because he asked him to? What if Lance didn't actually love him? Who would want to be with a ticking time bomb? Why would anyone subject themselves to a relationship full of pain?
But as the doors opened and he saw Lance's face, all the fears he had melted away. Lance immediately pulled his hands up to cover his dropped jaw. With every step Keith took, Lance's eyes got softer and shimmered with a bigger mixture of love and tears. He lowered his hands a little to laugh and let out happy sobs. He tried to compose himself while tears ran down his cheeks.
Keith and Eric stopped a few steps away from the altar. Lance walked forward, keeping his eyes locked on Keith. Eric turned to Keith and held his cheeks as he kissed his forehead. Keith's chest was shot with a firework of emotions. His eyes teared up as he let out a small sob.
Eric rested their foreheads together and choked out, "I love you, my son."
Keith sniffled, "I love you too, Dad."
Eric took a breath and pulled back. He lifted Keith's hand, then placed it in Lance's. Eyes hard and voice stable, he gave Lance a deep stare. "You take care of my little boy."
Lance bit his quivering lip and nodded, "I will, sir."
Keith gave Lance a teary smile and let himself be led up to the altar. Keith handed his bouquet to Shiro and turned to face Lance and take his hands.
He barely listened to any of what the preacher was saying. All he could do was gaze into Lance's eyes and try to keep himself from crying. Lance, on the other hand, was a sobbing mess. In what felt like seconds, they were putting the rings on each other's fingers and saying their vows. Keith didn't listen to those either. They were the classic cliché ones, so all he had to do was say 'I do' whenever the preacher paused. He just couldn't tear his attention away from Lance's gleaming dark blue eyes.
Before he knew it, the preacher said the final words. "You may now kiss the groom."
They had leaned forward before he had finished speaking. Keith grabbed Lance's cheeks while Lance wrapped his arms around Keith's waist, cradling his head. Sparks crackled and flashed every time their lips connected. The rest of the world melted away, leaving only Keith and Lance to love each other. Lance squeezed Keith's waist and lifted him up to spin around in the evening wind. When they finally pulled away, Keith wrapped his arms around Lance's neck and clung to his shoulders.
Cheering, claps, and sobs from the crowd slowly faded into view as they returned from their high. Keith found a home in the arms that held him so tightly. In the eyes that shimmered just for him. In the lips that kissed him so gently.
The preacher soon realized they weren't separating and let out a defeated laugh. He lifted his arms to frame the couple.
Keith hugged Lance tighter as a wide smile tugged on his cheeks with the very words he had wanted to hear since forever.
"May I introduce: Keith and Lance Kogane!"
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Room 1013
FanfictionKeith was in and out of the hospital for all of his life. He often snuck out of his room to wander the halls in an attempt to stifle his boredom. When he was ten years old, he found a boy in a coma-and he happened to be around his age. He would ofte...