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The ceremony was set on a sunlit terrace nestled in the mountains outside of the city: private, green, and ringed with cherry blossoms that bloomed just in time for spring. Naruto and Sasuke had spared no expense, but not in a way that screamed wealth. Instead, it whispered care. Beauty. Intention. From the way the stone walkway was framed in white camellias to the way the linens matched the sky on a perfect blue day.
It wasn’t the kind of wedding plastered across magazines or sponsored online. It was theirs. It was home.
In the bridal suite, chaos reigned.
“Sasuke, you need to breathe,” Ino said, tugging the laces of his embroidered vest snugly. “Hyperventilating is not a good look, especially if you pass out before Naruto even sees you.”
“I’m not hyperventilating,” Sasuke snapped, though his face was flushed and his hands had gone clammy.
“You kind of are,” Sakura chimed in from where she was styling the collar of his pressed shirt. “Here—drink some water before I stuff your mouth with a flower to shut you up.”
“Do not stuff my mouth with flowers—”
“You look beautiful,” Ino cut in, her voice softer this time. “You really do, Sasuke. Naruto’s going to lose it.”
He swallowed. His reflection stared back at him in the tall mirror, and he saw the omega Naruto had chosen. The one he’d built a home with. The one with three beautiful children. The one standing here: nervous, flushed, radiant…with love stitched into every seam of his wedding attire.
He breathed out slowly. “Thanks.”
Meanwhile, the alpha stood near the terrace with Shikamaru, who was holding the twins expertly on either side of his chest, looking like the most exhausted (and secretly proud) babysitter in existence.
“This is a drag,” Shikamaru muttered, rocking Haru and Akie in their tiny white and black outfits, both of them blinking up at the sunlight.
“You volunteered,” Naruto pointed out, adjusting his cuffs.
“I didn’t think they’d both fall asleep on me and weigh like bags of rice.”
The blonde grinned. “You love it.”
Shikamaru rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
“Don’t cry, Shikamaru,” Gaara said as he approached, wearing a simple but elegant ceremonial robe. “We all know you’re going to cry.”
“I will not—”
“Too late,” Naruto chuckled, pointing to the suspiciously red corners of Shikamaru’s eyes.
“Shut up,” the beta grumbled, sniffling.
Further inside, Iruka stood clutching a handkerchief as he watched the flower arrangements being lined down the aisle.
“They’re getting married,” he whispered.
“Yes, we’re aware,” Kakashi said behind him, trying very hard to look unimpressed. But the glint of moisture in his eye betrayed him.
Iruka sniffled. “I can’t believe it. Our baby boy…”
“He’s not a baby anymore, Iruka.”
“He’ll always be our baby.”
Kakashi patted his back and turned away to blink rapidly.
When the music started: soft strings floating like petals on the breeze, Sota took his place at the head of the aisle. His small tuxedo was slightly crooked and he was holding a basket of white flower petals with exaggerated care.
“Remember, sweetheart,” Sakura said as she straightened his bowtie, “throw the petals lightly. Not like a ninja star. Okay?”
Sota nodded solemnly. “Lightly.”
He walked down the aisle with all the seriousness of a tiny warrior on a mission. Every guest cooed. The basket shook with his efforts to distribute petals correctly, and he only tripped once…catching himself with a proud “I okay!”
Then—
The music shifted.
Everyone turned.
Naruto stepped forward from one side of the aisle. From the opposite end, Sasuke emerged: raven hair brushed perfectly, every line of his suit tailored to him like a second skin, his eyes locking instantly with the blue ones across the space.
The alpha couldn’t breathe.
He forgot how to walk.
The raven-head felt his knees wobble.
But they met in the middle, together, as if every step had only ever been to reach the other.
Gaara stood at the front of the altar, holding a book that was mostly for show. “Well,” he began, expression warm if slightly stoic, “this was inevitable.”
There were some scattered laughs, soft smiles, and even a sniffle from Sakura.
“You’ve already made your vows through your bond,” the red head said gently. “This wedding is just the part where you show the world what the two of you already knew: that you chose each other. Again. And again. And again.”
The omega squeezed his mate’s hand. Naruto didn’t stop smiling.
“I’ve seen both of you grow into the kind of love people write stories about,” Gaara continued, voice low and calm. “Messy, human, flawed…and real. And what’s more important than that?”
Nothing, Sasuke thought.
Absolutely nothing.
They exchanged rings: gold and white-gold bands that shimmered under the sun, and kissed to applause and Sota’s delighted squeal of, “Mama and Papa kissed again!”
By the time the reception began, the sky had turned lavender, lit by lanterns and strings of warm lights draped from tree to tree. Tables were covered in pale linens, with soft music drifting through the warm air.
Iruka was still crying.
Kakashi was pretending he wasn’t.
The twins had been tucked into a cozy, canopied bassinet under the watchful eye of Ino and Sakura, who were stealing cupcakes while pretending to help.
And then…it was time for the first dance.
The crowd shifted back as the blonde led his husband to the middle of the floor. The music started slow: a gentle piano melody that had been playing on loop in Naruto’s head ever since he started planning this wedding months ago.
Sasuke’s hand slid into his.
They moved.
Not gracefully, not perfectly…but in sync. The raven-head leaned into his chest, cheek brushing against the collar of his jacket. Naruto’s arms settled around his waist, pulling him close.
They swayed like that. Holding. Breathing.
“This is real,” Sasuke whispered.
“It always was.”
“You always make me feel like I belong somewhere.”
The alpha pressed his lips to his temple. “You belong in this world…you belong here with me. Always.”
Their feet didn’t do anything fancy. There were no spins, no dips, no choreography. Just movement. Just closeness. Just a pair of people who’d clawed their way through loss and grief and loneliness to find each other.
Naruto’s hand traced idle circles against Sasuke’s lower back. Sasuke’s fingers curled into the lapel of his suit.
From a few feet away, Sota had stopped to stare, hugging his stuffed fox tight as he watched his parents dance with such still, quiet love.
Akie gurgled from the bassinet. Haru blinked up, onyx eyes hazy with sleep.
Shikamaru let out a soft sigh. “It’s still a drag,” he murmured to himself. But his smile was unmistakable.
As the music slowed to its final chords, Naruto leaned down and kissed Sasuke once more.
It wasn’t a kiss of hunger or passion.
It was the kind of kiss people only ever got once in a lifetime, if they were lucky.
The kind that said:
You are everything. You are home.
And the omega kissed him back like he already knew.
Like he always had.
The guests applauded.
Sota clapped the loudest.
The babies cooed.
And somewhere in the middle of the laughter, the music, the lights—
The lovers held onto each other like the world could never pull them apart again.
Because it couldn’t.
They were already home.
Together.
Forever.
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THE END.
(for real now hehe)