The day long anticipated finally came. It was a beautiful February afternoon. The sun was shining, the wind kept clouds away, and love was wafting through the air; truly it was the perfect day for a wedding.

Our favorite latino checked himself out in the mirror. He brushed his hair back with water and some gel. His fingers ran through the strands pushing them down. His curls flattened out under the water and gel, occasional rebels sticking out behind his ears or near his nape. Lance dried his hands and tugged on his blue bow tie, making sure it was centered perfectly. He tucked his white shirt into his light gray trousers once more and strut out the bathroom. He picked up his cloud-grey blazer which was carefully wrapped in a plastic dry-cleaning bag, took it out of its protection, and slid it over his shoulders. He turned over to his boyfriend who was standing in front of the body length mirror in the corner of the room.

"Okay, do I look good?" Lance spoke out in concern. He walked up to Keith and peeked over his shoulder. The shorter man looked at Lance through the mirror then took a step to the side, letting his lover's figure appear in the glass.

"Handsome as always babe," he huffed out in a soft tone, looking over at his boyfriend with adoring eyes. He turned around to face Lance in his tailored suit, admiring the sight.

The brunet smiled as he contemplated Keith's attire as well. He wore a matching light grey suit with a red bow tie around his neck. His hair was tied up into a low and short ponytail, not much hair sticking out from the rubber band. His fringe fell on the right side of his forehead although the strands on his left side were pinned down. He also had some gel to help the hair stay put. His hairstyle was between groomed and wild—classy enough for the ceremony but tousled enough to remind his personality—the perfect hairstyle for Keith Kogane.

Lance brushed the non-existent dust of Keith's shoulders, laying his hands on them afterwards. He stared into his lover's eyes as the latter smiled tenderly. Keith readjusted Lance's bow before standing on his toes and pecking the brunet's nose. The Latino placed his hands on his boyfriend's hips, edging him closer. They were pressed against against each other, and, for a moment, they left the Earth. Gazing into one another's eyes led to a journey through the stars. Their foreheads were connected, creating a single world between both men, a single thought, a single emotion, a single bond. Keith breathed out in content, smiling as his eyes closed pleasantly, allowing him to join the dance of the stars around them. He rubbed his nose against his compagnon's with a smile. Their hands were dotingly clasped on each other, either around the neck or on the hips. They soared through galaxies in unison just by looking into the other's soul which reflected their own.

Just as their bodies were getting even closer, as their journey reached its peak, they were called back to their home planet, robbed of the dotted canvas which had become their haven. The old-fashioned clock on the wall began ringing reminding both men of the time. A quarter past three. The ceremony would begin near half past four.

"Let's check upon the groom," whispered Lance although he very much loved where he was at the moment.

"Mhm," hummed his soulmate. He leaned up to briefly connect his lips to his lover's, sealing the kiss they were deprived of seconds ago. The contact was achingly brief, but it was enough to exchange the intense feelings between the two individuals. Keith pulled back and flashed his soulmate a small grin. He picked up the small rose bud from the dresser and clipped it to Lance's chest pocket. The brunet did the same with the Himalayan blue poppy which was set beside the red flower and gently stuck it into Keith's pocket.

"Let's go," he said.

They intertwined their hands and stepped out of the room. At the end of the hall was their destination: a door with a lot of clamor coming from behind it. Lance wanted to knock, but Keith just barged in. Their hands separated as they entered the chaotic room. Keith walked up to a stressing and pacing Shiro.

"Shiro stand still!" urged Hunk once again as he tried to fix the back of Shiro's white suit. He noticed the couple enter and let out a sigh. "It's about time you two! One of you get here and help me out please!"

Keith clasped his hands on his older brother's shoulders. He smiled up at him and patted his arms. "Bro, calm down. Everything's going to be just fine," he chuckled as he fixed the pink flower clipped to the tuxedo's satin lapel.

"Raise a glass to freedom, something you will never see again," sang Lance, joking around with some of his favorite quotes. Keith hushed him with an unamused glare.

"I just– What if she gets tired of me? What if she's not ready? What if she says no?" Shiro tried to justify his stress. Keith took a step back as the groom turned around to the mirror, looking over himself in a hurry.

"Dude, she's your soulmate, you two are perfect for each other, literally," reassured Lance, rolling his eyes. He stepped behind the younger brother, locking his arms around his waist and resting his chin on Keith's shoulder. The shorter man leaned back into the comforting touch.

Shiro looked at the two lovebirds through the reflection of the mirror, a smile grazed his features tenderly. He knew Lance was right. Seeing the young couple reminded him of Allura and himself. A sense of tranquility washed over him as he anticipated the years to come in the arms of his beloved, just as Keith and Lance were at that moment. He felt it deep in his heart and knew that there was no one other than Allura, and he knew that she felt the same way he did. He glanced back to his own reflection with a confident smile.

"Uhh," Keith groaned as he left the comfort of Lance's arms, scratching his neck.

"What's wrong, Mullet?" asked the tall brunet, adding the nickname he loved.

"Could you–maybe... fix my hair for me?" requested Keith, his cheeks tinting crimson in embarrassment. His hair was fine since he had just pinned it up, but he wanted an excuse for Lance to fiddle in his hair before the ceremony.

The Latino smirked. "Sure thing, love." He brushed the hair which was already pinned down making sure no strands were perking out. He tightened the ponytail ensuring no bumps formed on Keith's head. He pushed the fringe to the side to clear the man's twinkling eyes. "There you go." Lance smiled at the adorable sight of his boyfriend.

Keith smiled and pecked his lover's cheek. "Thanks, honey," he whispered.

They had a friendly rivalry going on with sickeningly sweet nicknames for a while now. Whoever said the most or the cheesiest or the most embarrassing pet names won. What they would win was still uncertain, but their little game was entertaining and adorable, so they just kept at it.

"Alright, I'm going to help the princess," Lance informed, kissing Keith's forehead. "I'll see y'all at the ceremony," he said snapping his fingers and stepping away from his boyfriend. Before he could do so completely, Keith cupped the side of Lance's neck and pulled him down to kiss him on the lips. The small gesture made the lean man beam out in joy.

"Love you," whispered Keith against his boyfriend's lips.

"I love you more," murmured Lance in return.

As they pulled away they flashed each other a small smile.

"Later!" chirped the cheery man as he opened the door winking at his friends. He closed it behind him and strut down the hall.

The hotel had been rented for the occasion and other than the invitees, no other customers were present. It was an old fashioned villa which was usually rented for such events. It had three floors, one with the reception, kitchen, dining room, lounge, and dance room. The two other floors were rooms with a couple small salons and an antique library. The walls were covered with old paintings and golden lamps. The wooden furniture weighed down on the creaking floors. Flowers colored the halls and rooms. On the ceiling were old designs adding originality to the normally flat surface. All in all, the place was cozy and very romantic, adding life to its still being. The big building was stood looming over the beach. A grass field stretched out from behind the terrace to the edge of the dunes separating the land with the ocean. That was where the ceremony would be held, hearts to the sea. Seats were lined up until a flower arc, just before the golden waves would mix with the green soil. The vows would be spoken facing the endless horizon, a promise of infinite love between two souls shared with a never-ending body of mystery, life and adventure. The party would be situated on the ground floor, which was a large decorated room.

Lance arrived at the end of the hallway. He stood facing a large wooden door, from which a lot of rustling could be heard. He knocked several times and heard erratic shuffling. The door was opened with a slam by the little gremlin Lance loved to name Pidge.

For the occasion, they wore a suit-dress. This peculiar outfit consisted of the same light gray blazer as Lance, Keith and Hunk over a white shirt with a long white skirt stopping over the knees but trailing behind to their heels. The rim of the fluffy skirt was tinted light green, barely perceptible. Over their waist was a pastel green sash making the transition between both styles easier. Matching that sash was a simple bow tie under their collar. The outfit was very classy and very original, Pidge looked positively good wearing it.

"Took you long enough," they muttered as they pulled Lance inside the room. Allura was sitting down brushing her hair in front of her vanity—she always fumbled with her hair when she was nervous.

"No worries, I'm here now," chuckled Lance.

He went over to a wooden desk where various hair products and accessories were placed. He took the equipment he needed for the hairdo Allura had asked for. Naturally, the pair had practiced the hair style various times ensuring the brunet wouldn't mess it up right before the wedding. After twenty minutes of intensive styling and chattering, they were done. Allura's beautiful white hair was braided then twirled up into a low bun. Her front hair was parted in the middle with two loose strands Lance had pulled out, curling around her radiant face. Soft pink pearls were added into her bun as well as sparkling barrettes. She looked absolutely stunning.

"Alright, we're running late, let's get you into your dress," said Pidge as they carefully took the wedding dress out of the plastic bag.

"You did great on her make-up Pidge," complimented Lance as he looked over Allura's face for any imperfections.

"I tried," stated Pidge firmly as they pushed Lance into a corner and told him to turn around, forbidding him to peek. Lance complied. He heard a lot of rustling again and a few curses from both Allura and Pidge. Finally he heard a zipper.

"Alright, Lance, tell us your thoughts," inquired Pidge, their tone laced with excitement.

Lance spun around. His eyes widened upon gazing at the angel in front of him. "Wow..." was all he could muster.

Allura wore a gorgeous gown which showed off her classy fashionista side. The heart-shaped corset was a light baby blue—almost hinting towards lavender—with small pink flowers and a few white ones trailing along the rim. The satin chest piece was covered in glitter with occasional pink buds. A silver chain with small white pearls decorating it went from the center of the corset around the bride's neck. Small sleeves made from flower embroidery hung under her shoulders to the middle of her forearm, leaving the arms and shoulders bare but adding delicacy to the assemble. The rest of the gown flowed down to the floor, rippling over the smooth surface. The light blue cloth was covered with a clear, white material where pink and white flowers were embroidered. The flowers gathered at the edge of the dress and slowly scattered up the skirt giving the impression the petals had fallen from their branches to be swept away in sweet-scented heaps. Over that were more glitter and sparkles making the dress even more magical. Allura twirled around showing off that glistening bouquet. Her back was uncovered, the corset only covering her chest. The rim of it was sprinkled with more delicate petals, joining the stream along the way. The silver chain around her neck had a long chain dangling along her spine with thin silver branches hanging out to clasp onto the sea of pink buds. They allowed a perfect view of Allura's unique tattoo. Entwined with those chains were more small pearls. With the light, the beads and glitter beamed brightly as do waves kissed by the sun's rays. The colors of the gown married well together and every detail added to its charm. For her special day, Allura would be a princess in pink and blue, and radiant beauty.

"I... just, wow." Lance laughed at himself for not finding words. "Shiro's one hell of a lucky man to be honest, you look breathtaking Allura," murmured Lance in the most sincere way one good give a compliment.

Allura fanned her eyes, the simple yet touching words making her want to cry. "Thank you, Lance," she smiled brightly. Lance grinned back holding two thumbs up.

"Welp, Allura, it's time," Pidge announced in a nervous tone.

"I–I'm not ready–what if I ruin my dress? Do I look good enough, will he really like my outfit? Am I doing the right thing?" Allura started freaking out, toying with her curls nervously.

"Allura, you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, and this is not just vain flattery, this is the truth," started Lance. "I understand you're nervous, but I really don't think that's necessary. I know as a fact that Shiro would marry you in a potato sack if it ever did come to that, so don't worry about ruining anything. You look perfect for your perfect day. And I don't know if you're doing the right thing but I do trust your decisions, and you should too. You are very smart and you know what's good for you. Therefore I doubt you'd be marrying Shiro if that meant anything bad for you. Besides, he's your soulmate, you two are meant to be, and it's time to give yourselves that dream ceremony you deserve."

Allura couldn't help it and began tearing up. She hugged the tall brunet tightly, whispering a thousand thank you's. Lance pulled back and gave her a reassuring smile. He rubbed his moist eyes and held her hands. "Let's go Princess, it's time."

Pidge grumbled picking up their makeup and running over to Allura, quickly fixing the bride's face before it got out of hand. They swatted Lance away cursing at him. The latter simply left after throwing a couple finger guns of good luck.

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Pidge hurried to the front of the aisle and stood on the left hand side of the altar which was a simple, white, wooden stage. They fixed their bow tie and hair making sure to be the best bridesminion Allura could wish for. In the center was the priest holding a bible. Shiro was standing to his left, therefore on the right of the aisle, and Keith stood a little further to the side. The groom faced the open waters with a growing ball of nerves. He was afraid to turn around and face the anticipating crowd, but worst of all—and maybe also best of all—he didn't know what to expect, so adrenaline rushed through his body, crazing his mind. He stared at the crashing waves in an attempt to calm down. Pidge gave him a reassuring smile when he glanced towards them upon their arrival. Keith looked down the aisle seeing the last guests taking their seats. Lance made his way to the front row, and took a seat next to Hunk. The brunet smiled at his boyfriend a few meters in front of him before winking at him. Keith smiled back with adoring eyes.

In the rows of chairs were the groom and bride's families and friends mingled together in whichever seat pleased them. There was a lot of chattering and many acquaintances were being made. Everyone was excited and emotional, and their clamor conveyed those feelings.

Suddenly the music started playing the famous "Here Comes the Bride." The loud gossiping died down and turned into whispers. The guests turned around impatiently to see the bride walking up. Shiro took a deep breath, a drop of sweat running down his temple.

Everyone looked to the back, as Allura came into sight, Coran by her side. Some gasped, and Lance heard someone let out a cry that sounded like a held back sob. He simply smiled in overwhelming pride. He rapidly glanced back at Shiro, who had his his right hand clenched in front of his mouth, tears rolling down his cheeks.

His eyes glued themselves to Allura, and everyone around him disappeared instantly. He was chuckling through his tears with his heart frantically pounding in his chest. The image of Allura walking up the aisle with her beaming smile and glowing eyes was being forever engraved in his mind.

As they reached the altar, Coran left the bride's side with a pat on her shoulder. She thanked him and he winked playfully, kissing her forehead and whispering a heartfelt reminder. He nodded to Shiro then took a seat beside Lance. Allura walked up the three steps and onto the platform. Her smile shined solely for Shiro. It withheld so many emotions—Lance couldn't make out any of them except one: love. Her smile was full of love, her eyes beamed and sparkled of joy. Just like the ocean in Cuba on a warm summer day from when he was very young. He still remembered it perfectly, and Allura's blue eyes reflected just that.

Shiro took Allura's hands in his. He was grinning ear to ear. He murmured to his beloved how beautiful she looked, and thanked her for making him the luckiest man alive. The bride let out a small laugh trying to hold back tears—to no avail. The loving couple stared in each other's eyes for what seemed an eternity, until they were reminded to settle back down on earth for just a few moments more.

"Dear beloved ones, family and friends, we have joined here today to share with Allura Fara and Takashi Shirogane, an important moment in their lives. In their time together, they have seen their love and understanding of each other grow and blossom, and now they have decided to live out the rest of their lives as one," the priest spoke out. "If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together in matrimony, let them speak now, or forever hold their peace."

Everyone looked around, as for why these soulmates couldn't be together. Nobody stood up so the priest nodded and went on reciting biblical poems. During this time however, Lance's attention was only focused on Keith. He smiled slightly—he just loved him so much. Hunk elbowed Lance in the ribs to get his attention. The Cuban frowned at his friend who nodded toward the altar.

It was time for the vows.

"I, Allura Fara, take you, Takashi Shirogane, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part. You're my soulmate, my other half, I was made for you, and I wouldn't want it any other way. I love you," Allura spoke out, squeezing Shiro's hands a little tighter.

"I, Takashi Shirogane, take you, Allura Fara to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before. I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward for as long as we both shall live."

Allura teared up, as Shiro carefully wiped the droplets away. The priest said some final words and it was time for the the exchange of rings.

"I, Allura Fara, give you, Takashi Shirogane, this ring—" Pidge handed her the ring from a small cushion. "—as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you."

Allura took Shiro's hand and slid the ring on his annular. Shiro smiled with tears in the corner of his eyes. He gazed into his soulmate's, never breaking the connection as he spoke.

"I, Takashi Shirogane, give you, Allura Fara, this ring—" Keith carefully gave Shiro the golden ring, between tears of his own. "—as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you."

"By the power vested in me by the state of Allura and Takashi, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," announced the priest taking a step back and closing his bible.

And with that, Shiro swept Allura into his arms and sealed their lips together, dipping her in the process. Lance heard family and friends whistle and scream, clapping their hands together. Some people were bursting out in tears, others finally stopped crying. Lance looked up at Keith as they gave each other a smile once again. They clapped furiously and even whistled a few times.

Allura and Shiro pulled back from each other, and a tear slipped down Lance's cheek. He didn't know why, he was just so happy for the two. Weddings always got him emotional.

"I present to you the newly wedded couple, Allura and Takashi Shirogane!" The priest smiled and Allura intertwined her hand with Shiro's.

They walked down the aisle, as everyone stood up, throwing rose petals at the couple. Lance stood up applauding along side with Hunk and Coran. The brunet felt someone tug at his smoking. As he turned around he was suddenly met by a pair of very soft lips onto his own. Lance smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around Keith's waist. They parted and contemplated one another's eyes before turning back to the aisle where their friends were happily walking away.

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Keith sat on the side of one of the tables, alone. He watched some children attempting to dance on the dance floor between some of the adults, and others playing tag around the room. Shay had finally arrived too, she sadly couldn't attend the ceremony, but she did make it to the party. She was standing beside Hunk, who was talking to someone who Keith didn't know. Dinner had already been served, the cake had already been cut, all that was left was to drink and dance one's heart out.

The dark haired man sighed, looking around for familiar faces. He spotted Pidge who was taking pictures. Shiro had hired them to photograph the party in addition to the professional photograph who had immortalized the ceremony while they were on the altar. Keith's eyes searched for the handsome, tall mob of brown hair and cheeky, yet smug, grin he loved. But he was nowhere to be found. Keith pouted slightly, leaning his cheek on his hand. He was lonely once again.

Suddenly the music stopped playing to make place for an announcement. "Attention everyone, please clear the dance floor, to allow the newly wedded couple to steal the spotlight. Mr and Mrs Shirogane please step forward," the DJ's voice sounded out.

Everyone stood to the side leaving space in the center of the room. Shiro was being pulled against his will by Allura who was much too excited. The man smiled in defeat and swept his love off her feet carrying her to the dance floor. He put her down gently and received a soft kiss from the princess. A soft tune started playing in the background, as Shiro delicately wrapped his arms around Allura's waist. She pulled him closer by crossing her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his.

A voice began singing and Keith recognised the song immediately, "Can't Help Falling in Love" by Elvis Presley.

"Wise men say: only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you."

Allura rested her head against Shiro's chest, closing her eyes. Keith found himself smiling too, considering he was proud that Allura was now his family too.

"Lovebirds, now's your chance to join the happy couple," added the DJ smugly after a while.

Suddenly, people surrounding the dance floor formed pairs—either with their partners, friends, family, or newly acquainted children—and shuffled to the center encircling the bride and groom. Others either stood on the side watching and chattering or went to sit down.

Keith felt a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders, creating a familiar feeling. A chin pressed against his nape and a wave of soft, warm words spilled out of lips held much too close to his skin.

"May I have this dance?" inquired Lance with a charming smile.

"Oh, so now you wanna spend time with me?" Keith muttered pushing Lance off of him. He knew he was being childish but he was hurt that the former had abandoned him earlier.

Instead of retreating a comment at Keith's snarky attitude, Lance cupped the short Asian's cheeks, smiling a goofy smile.

"I went to the restroom, idiot," he chuckled kissing Keith's forehead. "C'mon, the song's almost over." Lance forcefully heaved Keith with him as he protectively wrapped his arms around his soulmate.

Keith gave in, pouting nonetheless. "You're making it hard for me to be mad at you, y'know," he sighed. Resting his palms against Lance's chest, his fingers curled over his shoulders, his head nuzzled in his safe spot—the crook of Lance's neck—and Keith let himself be swept away by the tender song and soft caresses.

The song repeated the chorus one last time, enticing the crowd.

"Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you."

Lance held Keith a little closer, kissing the top of his head. "Sorry for not telling you I went to the restroom," he said softly.

"Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you."

It wasn't like Lance to apologize first, and much less without putting up a small fight. Something was up, but the small circles that Lance pressed on Keith's back made all his worries disappear, so he leaned more into his boyfriend's chest and snuggled his nose closer into his neck. The smell of the Latino's skin mixed with sweat and musk was so intoxicating to Keith that all his other senses were lost just to breathe in the scent. Keith liked the feeling of being held once in a while. Even if he rarely asked for embraces or gave the impression he would never want any, they were more often welcome than not, especially if they were Lance's hugs. The feeling of being protected from the world was a sensation any person could yearn for, and Keith was no exception. He appreciated keeping Lance safe from the cruelties of life yet sometimes he was the one who needed safekeeping.

"I love you, mi amor," confided Lance into Keith's hair with a deep breath. The dark haired man smiled as he pecked the skin of Lance's neck.

"I love you too," he replied softly. He just couldn't contain his smile, so it spread across his face.

"For I can't help, falling in love with, you."

The song came to an end and another slow one came on. Keith started tensing up. Lance noticed and looked around them. Reluctantly he pushed Keith off of him a little, immediately starting to feel cold and empty.

"Too crowded?" Lance asked gently. Keith nodded stepping closer to his boyfriend once again while side-eying the swarming guests. The Latino took his lover's hand and intertwined their fingers, pulling him off of the dance-floor and towards the door. Other couples made their way towards the edge of the dancing crowd including Hunk and Shay. All four smiled to each other and silently parted ways as Lance and Keith exited the party room to go outside.

They stepped into the fresh air and Keith breathed out a relieved sigh. A few people were outside smoking or simply breathing in the scent of the sea. Beyond the waves was the sun kissing the horizon, painting their colorful collision in the sky and waters. The canvas progressively turned dark letting the moon and stars light the earth.

"Let's go for a walk," suggested Lance pulling his boyfriend with him towards the dunes. Once they arrived on the beach, Lance took off his shoes, socks and blazer, and rolled up his dress-pants. Keith imitated his partner's actions. They laid their belongings on a few boulders which were at the foot of the dunes, made sure to memorize the spot, then proceeded to walk towards the ocean.

Keith stopped walking a few meters away from the water. The transparent liquid crawled up the sand with white bubbles at its surface, stretching out as far as it could. Lance let the tiny waves crash at his feet with a beaming smile. The brunet glanced back at Keith. "C'mon," he motioned grinning. His right hand was held back toward his lover while his left was open to the shimmering water. Keith gave Lance a hesitant look. The latter rolled his eyes at that and stomped over to where the short man was standing. He swiftly wrapped his arms around the other's torso, earning a startled cry.

"Hey Lance–what–? No, don't you dare–," warned Keith before squeaking as Lance lifted him over his shoulder. He wiggled around trying to break free from the strong grasp. "Put me down Lance!" Keith growled hitting his boyfriend's back gently. Lance merely chuckled, carrying his damsel in distress deeper into the water. The dark haired male thumped Lance's back repeatedly as signs of protest and complaint. He reached down and pinched his partner's butt, resulting in him sliding down Lance's chest until the cold water touched his feet since the brunet had purposely let him go.

"Don't move or I'll let you fall," cautioned Lance in a whisper. He was now holding Keith with one arm under his thighs and one pressed against his back. The short man frowned albeit agreed in silence. The tall Cuban put Keith down, letting him enter the water slowly until his feet touched the sand. The waves were small where they were standing, sometimes breaking at their feet. They were knee-deep with some waves splashing higher up, especially in Keith's case. He trembled as the cold engulfed his legs. Lance released Keith completely, taking a small step back.

"Well, you might as well keep me warm now too," retorted Keith pouting and holding his arms out. Lance laughed warmheartedly, wrapping his arms around his soulmate and leaving a trail of kisses down his neck. Keith felt a shiver run down his spine—and not because of the temperature this time. He smiled softly. "Silly," he whispered and Lance laughed at that.

"You always know what to say, don't you," he smiled down at his boyfriend before pecking his lips softly. They pulled away and held hands again, walking through the water that came up to their calves and sometimes knees.

At some point down the beach, Lance stopped walking, halting Keith as well since their hands were clasped in each other. The dark haired man turned around to a nervous-looking Lance.

"What's wrong?"

"Erm... I just..."

Lance didn't know what to say. He lead Keith back to where the water hit their ankles and tickled their feet.

The brunet took a deep breath and looked into his lover's confused eyes. He offered a small, timid smile as his palm caressed Keith's cheek. The shorter man leaned into the touch and mirrored his smile. Lance tightened his grip on his boyfriend's hand and breathed out, letting the words spill from his heart and roll out his mouth.

"Keith, you mean the world to me. Honestly, ever since I was young I wished you were my soulmate, I prayed to the stars that you would never leave my side," he explained and took both of Keith's hands in his. "I know I'm a lot sometimes, and that I annoy the hell out of you, but, I love you, I really do. Knowing that you are my soulmate means I can die a happy man, I'm sure. And, as long as I can be with you, I don't care where I am. We could be poor, we could be rich, we could be trapped in a video game, we could be in space, no matter where, you'll always be the only one for me. My one most treasured dream has already come true. Having you here, by my side. You're so beautiful and cute and adorable, and compared to me I just–" Lance teared up and he suppressed a sob, laughing slightly. "You deserve better than me, Keith..."

Keith's eyes widened as he stepped closer to the boy he'd fight heaven and hell for.

"Lance," he spoke out softly but the taller man shook his head.

"Keith, I'm insecure, I feel like I'm not good enough and just a filler, a burden to everyone. But... when I'm with you... I feel so important, like you need me to live or something." Lance looked up at the starry sky. The moon was big and white, so was its blurry twin floating on the water.

"That's because I do need you Lance. I can't, and I don't want to live without you. Heck, you gave me hope to live. I remember when my grandmother died, you were there for me, you were the one I decided to live for. When I left... and I lost the paper with the phone number, I simply–I was devastated, y'know? And... my whole life depended on that little spark of hope of ever seeing you again. I just–"

Keith stopped to take a deep breath. Lance released one hand and cupped his cheek with it, rubbing his cheekbone gently with his thumb.

"I just love you so freaking much, that it hurts, Lance, it hurts."

Keith started crying at the end of his sentence. Both lovers pulled each other into a tight hug. The embrace was like never before; their love coddled a newly found vulnerability making it into something both could share and use as support.

"Same here," Lance whispered as he kissed Keith's forehead. He held his soft black hair in his fingers and shortly closed his eyes. "But, what I was getting at actually..."

Lance took a deep breath once again as he stepped away from Keith. One of his hands slid to his back pocket, all the while never breaking eye contact with his soulmate.

"I know we haven't spent that much time together since our reunion, and despite that I'm so happy with the way our relationship is right now, I think we both need reassurance. I think that we're both scared of losing each other again. Well, I am at least... so... um, I don't know if it's the wedding mood, if it's the valentine's day atmosphere or simply the fact that I can't get you off my mind, but..."

Lance got down on one knee in the shallow water.

"Keith Kogane," he began. Keith gasped, an incredulous expression on his face.

"Lance, what are you doing?" he questioned, his voice cracking up.

"Will you promise to marry me, one day?" asked Lance, holding a ring towards Keith. It was a cheap looking silver ring embedded with two heart-shaped gemstones—one blue, one red. The type of ring you would find in a bubblegum machine or in a Kinder egg.

"Lance I– Oh my Lord–"

Keith was crying once again. He looked back and forth between the ring and Lance's worrying eyes. He bit his lip and raised his head to the sky, wiping his tears away. His breaths were uneven and it was hard to say if he was laughing or suffocating. Lance watched and waited with growing fear.

"You idiot!" grumbled Keith covering his eyes. "Why? Why are you doing this?"

Lance swallowed hard. He did not know how to react or what to respond. He simply remained still and silent with wide, horrified eyes. Keith gazed down to his boyfriend pushing his bangs out of his red eyes. He limply dropped his arms to his side and rolled his head back chuckling disappointedly.

"I was the one... who was supposed to propose... silly," muttered Keith with a sigh and a small smile.

Lance blinked in bewilderment as the short man grazed his fingers to take the ring. Keith's smile widened as he admired the accessory. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes yet again. He was so content his prior frustration was completely washed away. Just before slipping it on his annular finger, he noticed that a date and their initials were carved on the inside.

"Do you have one?" he asked. Lance nodded and took his out of the other back pocket. Keith inspected the ring and just like in his, was marked a date and their initials. He giggled quietly and looked down at Lance with adoring eyes. Lance had fallen so deeply in love with that look that it could become a replacement for his oxygen since it was the only thing he would ever need to live.

"As you know, I'm not really good with promises unless there is equipment and proof involved," joked Keith laughing lightheartedly at his own words, making Lance's stomach churn happily. "But, I don't know why I need to promise anything right now, because obviously I'd marry you any day, anywhere, no matter what the circumstances are," he stated as he gently took Lance's hand and slipped on the ring.

"But Lance, I wouldn't have a mullet if I'd say no to this. Of course I'll marry you one day, silly."

"You're too good for this world Keith, Te amo mu–" Lance started but got cut off by Keith tackling him in a hug. Both men fell in the very shallow water splashing wet sand all over their bodies. Water soaked Lance's button up shirt and his pants as he glared playfully at Keith. He gripped his boyfriend's shoulders and switched positions so he was on top. Keith felt the cold water come in contact with his skin and he shivered from the cold sensation. He glared at Lance unamused. The Latino started worrying and pulled Keith up again so they were sitting. He wrapped his arms around his soulmate trying to warm him up.

Surprisingly, Keith let Lance hold him tight despite the uncomfortable feeling of salt and sand between their clothes and on their skin. He wrapped his own arms around Lance. It was such an innocent gesture.

Or rather it wasn't, because Keith flipped them over and pushed Lance into the water once again, laughing evilly.

"Ah! Why do I even love you? You're such a meanie!" Lance whined, as he looked up at the gorgeous man in front of him. His hair was soaked, and his purple eyes with hues of blue and grey sparkled happily. The atmosphere was light and happy, but something seemed to loom over them, however Lance just couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Suddenly the salt water started rushing and retreating behind them.

"Oh no–" Keith groaned but got cut off when a huge wave crashed over the two lovebirds.

The tide was moving up so the waves were becoming bigger and stronger. Lance rubbed the salt out of his eyes and he glanced over to Keith. They both were completely soaked with water dripping from their hair and clothes. It was silent for a few moments, until Keith snorted, and then broke out into a laughing fit. Lance joined in too, and they slowly sat up.

"Fuck," Keith muttered once they were back on dry land. Lance couldn't stop laughing. Keith's face had been priceless just a minute ago after the wave went down. Even though he started laughing first.

"It's not funny! We can't go back and walk through the party soaking wet!" Keith huffed untying his hair and shaking his head. "And stop thinking so dirty, Lance!" He had seen the way Lance was looking at their drenched and sticking clothes, and had noticed the smirk on his face.

Keith marched off to where they left their clothes and shoes and Lance followed suit. They sat on the boulders and tried to wring the water out of their clothes. The Cuban simply took his shirt off and twirled it around hoping it wouldn't wrinkle too much. He turned over to watch Keith who was silently undoing the bow tie around his neck. The brunet sighed as he contemplated his lover, his heartbeat speeding up again. Little droplets of sea water shined in his hair against the moonlight. Keith looked breathtaking. Today was supposed to be the day where Allura looked magical however to Lance, Keith was the only one who could ever look so heavenly.

"Hey grumpy cat," Lance spoke out cautiously.

Keith huffed again but looked at his boyfriend nonetheless. "What?"

"I love you." Lance gave him a cheeky, smug grin. Keith wanted to click his tongue, but instead he chuckled.

"It's hard to be mad when you're around me, go away, I want to act like a child and be moody." Keith pushed against Lance's shoulder playfully.

"Alright then," Lance agreed and stood up. Keith eyed his boyfriend mischievously.

"What are you planning to do–?"

Lance reached down to grab his jacket and in the same swift movement, he picked up Keith bridal style.

"But if I'm leaving, I'm taking what's mine with."

"Put me down–" laughed Keith. Lance pursued his way with both his and Keith's blazer and shoes in his hands, and of course, with his lover in his arms. The shorter man gave up on escape and simply held on to his soulmate. "Where are we going?"

He didn't get a reply, only a playful wink. Therefore he rested his head against Lance's chest with a sigh. He could hear and feel his steady heartbeat against his ear. It calmed Keith down as his eyelids became droopy. He closed them and focused on every detail he heard, felt or smelled; the sand moving beneath Lance's feet, the waves crashing down to the shore in the distance, Lance's steady breaths, the rise and the fall of his chest, his scent, his comforting presence.

"Hey Lance, what does the date on the rings mean?" questioned Keith, his eyes still closed. His boyfriend turned his face to look at him and smiled.

"It's the day I found you again."

Keith opened his eyes again. He felt his cheeks redden and his smile grow. He rested his head back after kissing Lance's neck.

"After it was clear you were, well, you... I went back the following day—to the Ferris wheel, I mean. And I looked for a souvenir to mark the day. Finally I found an old stand where you could engrave things. There were several objects at disposition but I found the rings particularly charming. Therefore I asked for them to be engraved. I wanted to give them to you soon after... but it never felt right. I guess the mood today seemed like the perfect moment, plus there was the idea of marriage floating around, so I sort of improvised, letting my heart decide for me, like usual."

The dark haired man tightened his embrace around his soulmate. He smiled brightly and felt his heart running crazily in his chest.

"And Keith?"

"Mmh?"

"You can propose next time if you want, for real."

Keith laughed and hung his head back. "Sure. I was afraid you'd rob me of the privilege today, but it's okay either way, as long as I get to spend the rest of my life with you."

Lance halted and tenderly kissed Keith's temple to wake him up. The shorter man's dark eyes fluttered open as he looked up at his lover. Lance released his calves and set Keith down. He laid out their suit blazers on the top of the dunes and sat on them, patting the space beside him. Keith was too lax to protest and sat down beside Lance. Their hands found their way to one another and overlapped like the waves over the sandy shore. They looked up at the night sky, the stars bright as ever.

"This all feels so surreal," Lance sighed.

"Yeah," agreed Keith as he rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder. "I love you too," Keith replied to the statement from a few minutes ago. Lance chuckled, and smiled, turning to kiss Keith's forehead, but instead he was met by a pair of lips that he adored with his whole heart. Both the boys smiled into the kiss.

"So much," Keith murmured.

They pulled back and smiled at each other, they did that a lot. It was their way of communicating. Just letting the thousand worlds in their eyes collide and blend, just reading each other's lives in their souls.

They both looked down at their intertwined hands, holding them up. Fingers laced, hearts synced, feelings knotted, tattoo's matching; their souls were perfectly bound together.

『A ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴄʀᴏssᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ᴀɢɢʀᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴀʀʀᴏᴡ, ғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. Cᴏɴsᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴛs, making ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ sᴏᴜɢʜᴛ. Mᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪғᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʟᴍ. A ʙʟᴜʀʀᴇᴅ ғᴀᴄᴇ, ᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘs ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ. Bᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ sᴇᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ. A ʙʟᴀɴᴋ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴏғ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ. Wʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ? ᴡᴇ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅs. ɪғ ᴡᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴇ ғɪɴᴅ? Wɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴡᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ? Lᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇғɪɴᴇᴅ. Is ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟɪғᴇ? A ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ, ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. Sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ, sᴇᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡʀɪsᴛ, ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ? Cᴏɴsᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ʀᴏᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀʀᴋs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍʙɪɴᴇ.』

『Nᴇʙᴜʟᴀ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ, ғᴏʀ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.』

Lance McClain had always had enough love to share with his loved ones. He cared for others and was very emotional, yet he was lonely. His secluded heart like the constellation on his wrist, didn't want to be so lonesome anymore.

Keith Kogane had always isolated himself from everyone. His aggressive arrow like the constellation on his wrist needed to pierce something, let out their anger. It just needed to be understood.

A constellation forming a heart, for love, acceptance and patience.
A constellation forming an arrow, for aggression, protection and short-temper.
A constellation forming a pierced heart, for working together as one, opposites weighting each other out.

A myth says, when you connect eyes with your soulmate's, you can see a cloud of nebula reflecting in them, and gravity leaves you for a few moments, you float in space, and everything around you disappears. Your love becomes the universe, beautiful, incomprehensible, infinite.

Love is infinite.
Just like the stars,
the stars leading the way to separated souls.

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Finally! After eight months the last and final chapter five has arrived! Lots and lots has happened too. Don't worry there might be extra contributions to this story like maybe an extra chapter or some art and stuff, who knows? ^-^

But in general this story is completed! So be satisfied haha

(28-04-2018, only 107 days to go until I meet my co-writer, best friend, internet soulmate, life saver and advisor In real life! I look at this story as a contribution to our friendship and I decided to share this note here! On 26-04-2017 we met online via my other klance story, (so if you read this, happy 1 year anniversary once again baby!!), and I just can't imagine my life without her. If she hadn't been in it, I might have not lived the past 3+ months, but I don't think she realizes how important she is to me and how jealous, Insecure and possessive I am about our relationship. I love her so much Haha. )