Makarov stood on the dresser in his grandson's bedroom and straightened his grandson's tie. Laxus was wearing a white tux with a light yellow vest and midnight blue tie, since their wedding colors were yellow and blue. These color were reminiscent of their magic and also the colors they were wearing on their first date.

Laxus had just gotten home the night before, knowing if he missed his wedding his fiancee would skin him alive.

He felt his grandfather mess with his hair and pushed his hand away. "It's never going to lay down. Yours stood straight up just like mine until it fell out."

"I'm happy for you, you know," the elder said.

His grandson answered, "I'm feeling pretty good right now, so I'll tell you something that's going to make your day."

"Hm?"

Laxus said, "Gramps, we decided to have a baby."

Makarov suddenly pulled on his cheek. "Are you sure you're my grandson?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

The elder did something that resembled a victory dance. "When?!"

"I guess whenever it happens?"

"So you're trying?"

The younger shrugged. "I guess. No one has been made in this family on purpose in several generations, so I feel like I accomplished something."

Laxus looked up to the clock. "We better get going."

Makarov paused, looked at his son's hand, and asked, "Does she know?"

His grandson shook his head. "I guess she'll be surprised."

"You're the one whose going to be surprised when she takes your head off."

Laxus took a deep breath. "That's not going to be a surprise. I know that one's coming."

South Gate Park was decorated beautifully for the wedding. There were rows of white chairs with blue ribbons and yellow flowers, and blue and yellow streamers that stretched from the top of the tree to the edge of the park. There were balloons, ribbons, flowers, etc., everywhere.

He was surprised by how many people there were in attendance. Fairy Tail had over a hundred members, and then Lamia Scale, Sabretooth, Blue Pegasus, Mermaid Hell, and Quatro Cerebus had a presence as well. Then there were council members, saint wizards, and even the princess had taken time out of her schedule to attend the nuptials.

There was a stack of wrapped gifts that literally looked like a small mountain.

Laxus got so distracted by the atmosphere that suddenly, it was time for the ceremony to start. He kind of wished he'd been around for any kind of rehearsal or discussion about what was going to happen. But he hadn't, and if he fucked up their wedding, the wedding night was going to be...interesting.

It was Freed that saved him. "Go stand in the front with the priest, okay? You don't really have to do much other than that."

"This is why you're the best man," Laxus whispered in appreciation as Freed vanished.

The bridal party came next:

Freed and Levy.
Bixlow and Erza.
Gildarts and Cana.

Laxus mentally noted that Freed and Levy actually looked pretty cute together, but that such a thing could only happen over Gajeel's dead body. But if it happened someday, he'd support it—not Gajeel dying, but Levy and Freed. Erza looked like she was going to pull Bixlow's mohawk out after the ceremony, and Gildarts and Cana were both obviously drunk.

And Laxus realized his brain was full of thoughts that had nothing to do with the issue at hand.

I'm about to fucking get married. Shit!

Anxiety seized him momentarily, but it quickly passed and he waited patiently for the ceremony to continue.

Next, Asuka came down the middle, throwing flower petals not necessarily on the ground, but at the people she passed. Halfway down, she took a cheeky Fairy Tail attitude. "Take this!" she cutely exclaimed, throwing a handful of petals at Bacchus.

Then everyone stood and there she was.

Lucy was a beautiful bride, standing there in a long white lace wedding gown. The a-line dress puffed out as it went past her hips, and it was studded with crystals here and there. The dress was strapless and her hair was pulled up into an updo with the veil draped behind her. Everything about her was gorgeous to him and he took a mental picture of her.

Lucy seemed oddly terrified at first, but when she saw him and he grinned at her, the anxiety fell from her and she slowly made her way to him...on Natsu's arm. Laxus made a face at this that unfortunately captured by the camera.

When they arrived near the front, and Lucy let go of Natsu, the pink-haired dragon slayer leaned over and said to Laxus, "If you don't take care of her, I have six pounds of Etherion I smuggled out of the Tower of Heaven. I'll eat you alive and pick my teeth with your bones."

Lucy smiled for the camera, but said under he breath, "If you two make a scene, I'm the one whose going to do some killing."

Natsu went to his designated seat and Laxus took Lucy's hand and squeezed it tightly.

They stared into each others eyes and zoned out during some lecture about marriage that they probably would have disregarded even if they had paid attention. It was when she looked down at where their hands met that she saw it.

Laxus was missing half of his middle finger on his right hand.

Her mental train of thought was something like this:

SDFGHJKLOPI8U7Y6TFRVBNJKE,MDNHGSTFBE!

He felt it, and squeezed her hand, as if to beg her not to let that thought out.

Lucy just felt like being dismembered was something he should have told her immediately. She had seen him last night, and his hands had been in his pockets for most of that conversation. But no, this was Laxus, who showed up to his wedding with a surprise dismemberment and had the unmitigated gall to kiss her on the hair as if that was okay.

But she forced herself to calm down because this was the day she was having a Fairy Tail/ Fairy Tale wedding to a man she could almost call Prince Charming. Almost.

The priest turned to Laxus. "Do you, Laxus Dreyar, take Lucy Heartfilia to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

Laxus looked down at her and she forgot she was angry. "I do."

Lucy smiled at him as it was her turn.

"Do you, Lucy Heartfilia, take Laxus Dreyar to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do."

Her heart was racing so fast, and they stared at one another, smiles so big.

The priest asked, "And now for the rings."

Freed and Levy each produced a ring.

They turned so they were facing one another and Laxus took her left hand in his, repeating after the priest, "Lucy, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. Wear it always as a sign to the world that you are my wife."

Lucy felt like her whole body was going to melt into a puddle when he uttered the phrase, 'you are my wife.' She felt the cold of the ring as it slipped onto her finger, and took his hand in hers.

"Laxus, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. Wear it always as a sign to the world that you are my husband."

She slid the ring onto his finger, and then held both of his hands.

The priest said, "Without further ado, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may-" Laxus already had his lips on hers, half of his mouth turned up in a smile. "...keep kissing the bride."

"May I present, Mr. and Mrs. Laxus Dreyar!"

Laxus threw her over his shoulder and ignored her squeals to be put down until the photographer told him it wasn't a cute picture. They took pictures—Laxus would estimate at least 15,231 of them—and then there was the reception at the guild which was a far more casual affair. It was really just a big, rowdy party, which was more fitting for their guests.

Laxus lightning teleported them to the guild, and Lucy went to Makarov's office to change from her fluffy wedding dress to a short, white lacy dress. She was attempting to fiddle with the zipper when she felt his breath on her neck. The zipper came down, and Laxus pulled the dress down over her shoulders.

"Hello, Mrs. Dreyar."

"Hey, Mr. Dreyar. I have a little question for you," she sweetly purred.

Laxus kissed her shoulder. "What is it, wifey?"

"WHERE IS YOUR FUCKING FINGER?" she screeched.

His hands fell at his sides. "I thought you'd be so happy about getting married you'd overlook that."

Lucy pulled the dress off and then reached for the dress hanging by the window. "Overlook the fact that you were dismembered and you didn't tell me? Surprise! Look, we're stuck together now forever, so I need you to know what kinds of surprises I like. I like to be surprised with flowers, with chocolate, with spa days...you know, nice things. Not a missing finger!"

"It's half a finger. Who even cares? Are you throwing a fit because it's my longest finger?" he playfully teased.

"You are so insufferable," she whispered. "How on earth did it happen?"

Laxus explained, "I don't know if you've met a Shry before, but they're fast little fuckers and they have big teeth. I had defeated one and it really gave me a hard time, so I flipped it a little bird and it bit my finger off and swallowed it."

Lucy shook her head. "Please don't tell anyone that story. Just say you lost it in battle."

"It might be re-attachable. It got crunched up and partially digested before I could get it back."

The blonde asked, "Back to my original question. Where is your finger?"

"In the refrigerator at our house. I feel like I should tell you that before you discover it accidentally," Laxus zipped her dress up.

Lucy nodded. "So when we go home tonight to have our wedding night and I go to the refrigerator to get the whipped cream and strawberries, there's going to be a mutilated human finger in there?"

"Yes."

"Okay. First of all, after today, no more human body parts in the fridge. I can't believe I have to make this rule, but here we are. And second, you can't start losing parts of your body. You'll end up turning into Gildarts, missing this arm and that leg and the only way he keeps his guts inside is with tons of dirty old bandages he washes in the river once a week," she said.

Lucy would have continued ranting about it, but it felt pointless and she was actually concerned. "Does it hurt?"

"Not really. I got a little careless trying to make it home. I had an important appointment with my girl," he said as he kissed her hair. "I honestly don't give a damn about it. I have a wife. And she's gorgeous and I love her to death or until she kills me, whichever happens first."

She managed a little grin. "I feel like I should keep you around. After all, you are my husband."

"My wife..."

They kissed deeply, and he put his hands on her backside. "We have about ten minutes."

"Not on Master's desk!"

"I haven't had sex in three months," he complained as his forehead fell to her shoulder in a deep sulk. "Do your wifely duties."

"You can wait a few more hours. You're a husband now, so I expect you to behave a little better."

The dragon slayer quirked a brow. "You expect me to behave? You married me, Little Girl."

"And I don't have sex on Master's desk," she chirped as she met his nonchalant eyes. "...anymore."

Laxus grumbled under his breath but went with her to their reception, which turned into one big crazy drunken bash. There was booze, fighting, partying, strange hook-ups of every variety, and Lucy mostly sat up top and watched the drama unfold.

Just after sunset, Laxus decided he'd played nice and been patient long enough and he picked up his bride and teleported her to their bedroom, throwing her down onto the soft bed.

It happened so fast, she was a little disoriented. "H-hey..."

He jumped onto the bed with her. "Mrs. Dreyar."

"Mr. Dreyar."

Laxus threw his jacket off. "Let's make a baby."

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