Thread by @An_Aphorism

#sheith wedding, fluff

There is a public wedding later this week, a planned affair with all their friends and family. It will have magazine photographers ready to cover everything due to their profiles and fame.

But this is not that. This is the real thing.

They part just after breakfast, Shiro kissing Keith on the cheek before he heads out to pick up his suit.

It’s a nice but casual button up and slacks, the shirt in a light gray that matches his eyes. The more formal paladin colors are for later.

The day Shiro spends

having lunch with Allura, Lance, and Matt. Keith will be with Pidge and Hunk. They could all be together, but he and Keith decided to pick this one tradition for today. A bit of separation will make the reunion sweeter.

After, Shiro goes back to Matt’s, showers and gets ready.

The meeting place is out in the desert, a stretch of sand barren now, but once the crash site of his ship. The place where Shiro first came back to Keith, where all things began to be possible.

He takes the hover bike, packed with everything he will need and rides out.

To his left the sun is beginning to set and the sky is alight with color. Shiro breathes deep, feeling the wind through his hair, his lungs fill with the excitement of what comes next.

The rest of his life, with Keith.

He arrives early, Keith isn’t there yet. Quickly Shiro parks and begins to unpack and set it up.

Keith doesn’t know this bit, but Shiro had wanted more than just some vows. It was an occasion, and even if it was just the two of them, Keith deserved to feel special.

Shiro finishes just as a dust cloud is rising at the horizon.

Keith.

The sun is almost gone now, but the colors in the sky are brilliant. The air is just beginning to turn cool, and it’s perfect. He waits as Keith’s bike grows closer.

Before Keith’s even killed the engine he’s smiling. He looks wind blown, his cheeks pink, eyes practically glowing.

He staggers off the bike with eyes only for Shiro. Shiro knows he must look the same. It’s only been a day, but seeing Keith always knocks him for a loop.

“Hey,” Keith doesn’t stop until he’s met Shiro. Shiro wraps his arms around him for a hug.

“Hey yourself.”

Keith smells of their shampoo and desert sand. There are a thousand memories in that scent.

“What’s all this? I thought we were doing small,” Keith says when they part.

“We are. This is for after, a little treat.”

Keith smiles and Shiro bends to kiss it. They share soft kisses until the need to breathe interrupts.

“Ready?” Shiro asks against Keith’s mouth.

“Always,” Keith answers.

Shiro leads them to the blanket he’s spread out on the sand. They each sit, and then ditch their sandy boots to more comfortably arrange themselves.

“Ready?” He asks Keith. Keith is sitting cross legged, his hair just long enough to be braided but short enough to be pulled

messy by the wind. He looks gorgeous in the fading light. He nods.

From his pocket Shiro pulls out the ring. It’s silver outside and black on the inside, the writing inside the band glows quintessential purple. It says, ‘as many times as it takes’.

“Keith. You’ve saved me more times than I can count, from aliens, certain death, and a lifetime of dullness. You make me a better man, and it is through you that I understand what more eloquent people than me mean when they write about love. I love you until all the stars

in all the galaxies burn out. Will you marry me?”

Shiro’s heart is pounding by the time he finishes. He’s rehearsed it, thought the words through a hundred times to try and make them perfect, and it feels worth it to see Keith’s face. His eyes are glossy and his smile

is wobbly, but he’s nodding.

His hand is offered and Shiro takes it, sliding the ring on. Keith’s breath is loud.

“Fuck, how am I supposed to follow that?” He says with a wet laugh. Shiro feels his own eyes burn. He brings Keith’s hand

to his lips and kisses over the band.

“Don’t sell yourself short sweetheart, it’s me who’s trying to catch up.”

Keith blinks a few times fast and then clears his throat. He takes back his hand, but it’s to pull a similar ring from his own pocket.

“Shiro,” he says, meeting Shiros eyes. “You’ve made me who i am today, it’s.. it’s hard to put into words, like the first time I saw you after

you crashed back into Earth. It was like everything was possible again. With you it all feels possible.” Keith takes a deep breath. “So I do. I love you—“

His voice cracks. Shiro reaches out & offers his hand.

“I do. I love you, Keith.”

The ring is slipped on Shiros finger.

Shiro twines their fingers together. With his spare hand Keith wipes at his eyes. “It’s real, this is real.”

“Yeah,” Shiro says. His cheeks hurt from the smile.

“Fuck,” Keith says. “I don’t know why I’m crying, we planned this!”

But Shiro gets it, he feels just as tender.

After what feels like a lifetime a struggle, and quite literally in Keith’s case, they’re here. It’s a peacetime, a time for love.

Shiro draws his husband in and kisses him.

They fold down slowly, kissing and touching. Shiro can’t stop fingering the band on Keith’s hand.

When they do break, it’s twilight, the sky has gone a deep blue.

“Now for the treat,” Shiro says.

He reaches and draws the picnic basket to them. Inside is a fizzy drink similar to champagne, a small container of finger foods and another with chocolates and fruits.

Shiro takes lead, picking up a rice bite very similar to sushi and offering it to Keith.

At Keith’s skeptical look Shiro offers, “everything is Hunk approved.”

That settles it. They work their way through the food, offering bites back and forth. The sky darkens

and the stars begin to appear. By the time Shiro cracks open the champagne-similar drink, they’ve got whole constellations above them.

Keith sighs happily, leaning into him. Shiro pours into two small cups and offers one to Keith.

“Excited for the second wedding?”

Shiro asks.

Keith bumps him. “Sure,” Keith says taking the cup. “But I’m pretty sure this one will be my favorite.”

“Me too,” Shiro says.

They clink and then take a drink.

After that they lie back on the blanket, hands twined. There will be dessert in a bit,

but for now they’re both happy with this.

“There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight,” Keith says, voice hushed.

“I know.”

Keith’s hand in his squeezes and it’s perfect. Shiro feels, with a certainty he’s never had about anything else,

That he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.

❤️END🖤