#I'm having my wedding anniversary dinner coincidentally

[formallyfreya]

Hidge Week Day 6: Wedding

**(A little longer than the others so I’ll put it under a cut)**

Hunk adjusts the vest of his suit in the mirror, looking at it from side to side. This color, it’s alright, isn’t it? A black suit is fine but it’s alright if his vest is golden right? He’s never been able to let go of the yellow, after everything they’ve been through with the Lions.

“Is the cake at the reception area yet?” Hunk asks, his tone worried. “Hope it’s the right one. And the right flavor. Quiznak, maybe I should have made it myself--”

“Calm down Hunk. I’m sure the cake is fine,” Lance insists as he finishes his own tie. Shoots himself a few finger guns in the mirror. “Best man is looking the BEST! Now let’s fix your tie and cufflinks.”

“I dunno Lance, making a peanut butter cake--it’s not like anyone can make it the way she likes it!” Hunk counters and grabs his face in worry. “Maybe we should cancel. Should we? At least, until I can make the cake--”

“No, no, no,” Lance chuckles and pulls his hands off his face. He reaches up and starts adjusting Hunk’s tie. “You gave the recipe to Shay. She’s made it a hundred times. It’ll be great.”

“Is it, like, hot in here? Feel like I’m sweating. Am I? Sweating?” Hunk stammers and takes a seat on the chair while wiping his forehead. No sweat, just warm. “Is it okay that I’m nervous? Like maybe a lot? I’m not going to throw up...probably...but I feel like I could. Oh boy--”

“Calm down, Hunk,” Lance says for the hundredth time today. “You’re getting married, not court-martialed. Now sit still so I can tie your shoes.”

Getting married. He can’t believe this.

If you’d asked him a couple years ago where he’d be he wouldn't have been able to predict that his best friend proposing to him in the middle of a Garrison fundraiser. He was thrilled and immediately said yes of course. She jumped into his arms and he swung her around the dancefloor unable to let go. That was a year ago and now...they’re doing it. They’re finally getting married.

But why is he so nervous? They’ve been together for years now, him and Pidge. It’s not like it’s spur of the moment. There were lots of plans and preparations. No reason to be worried about how anything and everything could go wrong at any possible moment. It’s not like that was something that happened with team Voltron every other day of the week back when they were fighting.

It’s a wedding. A party. A celebration of a union. Not a fight to the death with Zarkon. Or getting brainwashed by the food of Plaxum’s ocean planet. Or swimming in the belly of the weblum. Hunk almost gags at that particular memory.

“Hey now Hunk! No horking it!” Lance warns him and he manages to stifle that precursor to vomit.

“Got it,” Hunk swallows, not looking any better for it.

Lance gives him a sympathetic look and pats his shoulder with a sigh. “Look man, being nervous is normal,” he assures him. “‘Cause everything is changing and it’s exciting and you’ve got everyone’s eyes on you--including your betrothed.”

“Normal huh?” Hunk hods with a nervous swallow. He looks up with worried eyes. “Were you nervous too?”

“M-Me? Of course not!” Lance denies with a flush. “I mean, not to the degree you are--but that was different! My wedding was just team Voltron and some family. It’s not like we invited half of the freaking Garrison the way Pidge’s parents did.”

“So you weren’t nervous at all?” Hunk asks, not feeling much better at all.

Lance’s look softens as he pulls Hunk to stand up. He clips in his cufflinks one at a time.

“I mean...I was a little but,” Lance starts and shakes his head, confidence returning. “All you gotta do is remember that the person at the end of the aisle is the one you love, the one you want to spend the rest of your life with, and everything will settle and you’ll feel this calm come over you.” He pauses and smiles with the memory. “You won’t just feel that it’s right, you’ll know it. And that it’s always going to be right and it all falls into place...kinda feels like uh...like lining up the perfect bullseye, feel me?”

“I...I guess?” Hunk nods, still looking a little nervous.

As he finishes the last cufflink there’s a knock at the door. It’s time. Everyone’s waiting.

“Just trust me on this one Hunk,” he says with a wink and a pat. “It’ll be better than you ever hoped.”

He sure hopes so.

Standing at the altar next to his best man and groomsmen, with his hands clasped tight in front of him and toes tapping. He reaches up to adjust his bowtie and Lance promptly smacks his hand so he’ll leave it alone. Then the music starts and everyone stands to watch with anticipation.

The bridesmaids to start. Pidge only had two. Romelle and Allura. They walk down the aisle, looking absolutely ecstatic to be a part of an ‘Earthling betrothal ceremony’. After that the maid of honor. Lance’s sister gladly accepted that role and walks down the aisle to join them.

Next is normally the ring bearer but Lance has the rings in his pockets so no need there. The only one left before the bride is the flower girl. A little arusian with a basket of petals. She knows her job well, tossing out bits of plants and occasionally slipping one into her mouth to snack on as she proceeds. Makes Hunk chuckle a little but then everything changes when she steps out.

Pidge looks so stunning that Hunk initially has trouble believing it’s her.

The hair she’d finally grown out again braided and pulled up high with little white flowers weaved in. An elegant gown, shining white with a one-shoulder neckline. Tea-length to show off her slender calves and ankle-length white gladiator sandals to match the rest of the outfit. She never did like heels much. In her hands is a lovely bouquet of sunflowers, white roses, and baby’s breath tied with a fern green ribbon--that she’s clutching tight to her chest like her life depends on it.

It seems she’s a little nervous too. That is until she sees Hunk at the altar smiling at her. Then her grip suddenly relaxes, as does the rest of her tiny tense body.

The room seems to fall away as their eyes meet across the church. No pews. No stained glass. No guests. It’s just Hunk and Pidge gazing at each other in wonder across an open field of grass, the sun beaming down on them.

“She’s...perfect,” Hunk barely breathes. “Like a Fibonacci sequence.”

“Uh...I hope that’s a romantic as it sounded,” Lance snorts. “Close your mouth Hunk, you’ll draw flies.”

The ceremony goes by so fast and while Hunk hears every word Shiro says as he officiates he can’t take his eyes off of Pidge’s. And the same goes for Pidge. She hasn’t stopped smiling since she started walking down the aisle and even now as Hunk slides the ring on her finger. Hunk’s already getting teary and it makes Pidge want to cry too.

“Hunk Garrett. Katie Holt. These rings symbolize your vows to one another. Maybe they henceforth be a reminder of your commitment and your love for each other for the rest of your days,” Shiro tells them with a smile. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife--”

“Now kiss her Hunk--oof!” Lance calls out from the sidelines but Keith elbows him hard in the ribs to silence him.

Shiro chuckles and shakes his head at Lance before returning to them with a soft smile. “Congratulations you two. You may kiss your spouse,” he says.

Pidge practically jumps into Hunk’s arms to press her lips to his which he welcomes wholeheartedly in his warm embrace. Soft, warm, and tasting of sweet honey as he spins them at the altar, the two of them erupting with giddy laughter as the pews erupt with clapping and whistles.

“And now I have the honor and privilege of introducing--Mr. and Mrs. Garrett-Holt,” Shiro announces over the applause and they only get louder as people cheer.

It’s not until the reception is wrapping up that Lance checks in on them. They’re slow dancing on the dancefloor again but the music has long since stopped playing. DJ went home half an hour ago. It’s like he doesn’t want to let the day end. And they look so ridiculously content that he can’t bring himself to interrupt their swaying.

“You know, he was so nervous earlier. Scared that everything was going to fall apart,” Lance says as he helps clear a table of plates and used silverware. “Can you just stack those into my arms? Anyway, I thought he was going to throw up all over my oxfords.”

“That bad huh?” Keith smirks and piles the plates in Lance’s hold. “He looks fine now.”

“That’s cause I told him to remember the person at the end of the aisle loves him,” Lance smiles. “That all that fear and stuff would just...disappear once he saw her.”

“And that worked?” Keith snorts.

“It worked on my nerves when I saw you,” Lance nudges him playfully with a smirk. “Why wouldn’t it work for him too?”

“Come on,” Keith nudges him back. “We gotta get this place cleaned up. With the rate of weddings going on here, we’ll need it next week too.”

With that, the two of them leave with the dirty dishes as the newlyweds continue their swaying on the dancefloor. No one bothers them. They hum and kiss and step together with perfect timing to a song in their hearts. A song they’ll be singing till death do they part.

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