The morning sun over Magnolia was unlike any other. It didn't just shine; it seemed to preen, casting a golden, ethereal glow over the cobblestone streets and the spires of the Kardia Cathedral. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of blooming lilies and the salty tang of the distant ocean.
It was a day that had been marked on every calendar in the guild for exactly three months. The day the Hero of Tenrou, the man who defied a dragon and slept for two years, would bind his soul to the two women who had anchored him to the world.
Inside the cathedral, the atmosphere was electric. The pews were packed not just with Fairy Tail members, but with friends from all over Fiore. New Dawn, Blue Pegasus, Lamia Scale, Mermaid Heel.
At the altar stood Blake Corvus.
Today, he was every inch a king. He wore a tuxedo of midnight blue, tailored to perfection to accommodate his broad shoulders and 6'6" frame. The fabric shimmered slightly with protective runes woven into the lining—a gift from Freed.
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his posture rigid.
"Breathe," a deep voice grunted beside him.
Blake glanced to his right. Laxus Dreyar, the Lightning Dragon Slayer, stood there as his best man. Laxus looked uncomfortable in a suit, tugging at his collar, but his presence was a solid wall of support.
"I am breathing," Blake whispered back. "I've fought Acnologia, Laxus. Why is this harder?"
"Because Acnologia just wanted to kill you," Laxus smirked. "These two want to live with you forever. That's a lot more pressure."
"Thanks. That helps."
"Anytime."
Behind them, the groomsmen—Gray (miraculously fully clothed), Natsu (fidgeting with his tie), and Gajeel (grumbling about the tight pants)—were trying to stand still.
"If he cries, I win the bet," Gray whispered.
"He won't cry!" Natsu hissed. "He's Blake! He's made of iron!"
"That's me, Salamander," Gajeel growled. "Shut up, the music is starting."
The heavy oak doors at the back of the cathedral groaned open.
The organ, played with surprising delicacy by Freed, began the opening notes of the wedding march.
The crowd stood. The rustling of silk and the murmurs of excitement died down instantly.
First came the bridesmaids. Erza Scarlet led the way, looking fierce and beautiful in a crimson gown, followed by Lucy, Wendy, Levy, and Juvia. They lined up on the opposite side of the altar, beaming.
Then, the brides appeared.
A collective gasp swept through the cathedral.
On the left walked Mirajane Strauss. She was a vision of celestial grace. Her dress was a masterpiece of white lace and silk chiffon, flowing around her like mist. The bodice was fitted, accentuating her curves, with off-the-shoulder sleeves that made her look like a goddess of old. A long veil trailed behind her, and in her hands, she held a bouquet of white roses and blue hydrangeas.
She was being escorted by Elfman. The massive Take-Over mage was wearing a tuxedo that strained against his muscles. Tears were already streaming down his face, carving rivers through his manly stubble. He held Mira's arm with a gentleness that belied his strength.
On the right walked Cana Alberona. If Mira was the moon, Cana was the sun. Her dress was bold—a mermaid cut that hugged her figure tightly before flaring out at the bottom. The back was low, showcasing the guild mark on her skin. It was elegant but daring, perfectly suiting her personality. She wore no veil, opting instead for a tiara woven from white gold and amethysts.
She was escorted by Gildarts Clive. The strongest mage of Fairy Tail looked surprisingly dapper, his orange hair slicked back. But his expression was a mix of immense pride and a terrifying, fatherly possessiveness.
As they walked down the long aisle, the guests watched in awe.
"So manly..." Elfman sniffled loudly, trying to keep it together.
"You're doing great, Elfman," Mira whispered, patting his arm.
On the other side, a different conversation was happening.
Gildarts leaned down toward Cana, keeping a smile plastered on his face for the crowd.
"There's a side door," Gildarts whispered out of the corner of his mouth. "I can grab you. We can Crash through the wall. Be in another continent by dinner. Just say the word."
Cana stiffled a laugh, tightening her grip on his arm. "Dad, stop it."
"I'm serious," Gildarts muttered, eyeing Blake at the altar. " I don't trust him to keep you happy for a life time."
"You gave him your blessing three months ago," Cana hissed through her smiling teeth.
"I was drunk! It doesn't count!"
"Dad. Walk."
They reached the altar.
Elfman kissed Mira on the cheek. "Be happy, Nee-san. If he makes you cry, I'll crush him."
"I know, Elfman. Thank you."
Gildarts stopped in front of Blake. The music faded to a soft hum.
Gildarts took Cana's hand and placed it gently into Blake's outstretched hand. The moment was tender, symbolizing the passing of the torch.
Then, Gildarts leaned in close to Blake.
"Take care of her," Gildarts said, his voice loud enough for the front row to hear.
"I will, sir," Blake nodded solemnly.
Gildarts stepped back to stand next to the groomsmen. As he did, he caught Blake's eye.
Slowly, deliberately, Gildarts raised a hand to his throat and made a sharp, slicing motion. His eyes promised a swift and painful end if Blake messed up.
Blake sighed, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. He looked at Natsu and Gray, who were snickering.
He turned back to the women in front of him.
The fear vanished.
Mira was looking at him with eyes full of unconditional love. Cana was grinning, her eyes dancing with mischief and warmth.
They were here. It was real.
Master Makarov stood on a small stool behind the podium to reach the microphone. He cleared his throat, his eyes watery.
"Dearly beloved," Makarov began, his voice booming with authority. "We are gathered here today to celebrate a union that is... well, unconventional. But then again, this is Fairy Tail."
Laughter rippled through the crowd.
"We are here to join Blake Corvus, Mirajane Strauss, and Cana Alberona in magic and matrimony," Makarov continued. "These three have walked through fire, fought dragons, and survived time itself to be here. Their bond is not just of the heart, but of the soul."
Makarov looked at Blake. "Blake, the vows."
Blake took a breath. He turned to Mirajane first.
"Mira," Blake said, his voice steady and deep. "When I fell from the sky, you were the soft place I landed. You taught me that strength isn't just about how hard you can hit, but how much you can endure with a smile. You are my peace. I promise to protect that smile for the rest of my life. I promise to be the man worthy of your kindness."
Mira bit her lip, a tear slipping free. "I love you," she mouthed.
Blake turned to Cana.
"Cana," he smiled, and it was a different kind of smile—looser, brighter. "You are the spark that restarted my heart. You challenged me to wake up, to stand up, to live. You are my fire. I promise to never let your glass be empty, and to never let you feel alone again. I promise to be the home you can always return to."
Cana sniffed, laughing wetly. "You better keep that drinking promise, jerk."
Makarov nodded. "And do you, Mirajane, Cana, take this man?"
"I do," Mira said clearly.
"I do," Cana said firmly.
"And do you, Blake, take these women?"
"I do."
"Then, by the power vested in me by the spirits of Fairy Tail," Makarov raised his hands, light gathering in his palms, "I pronounce you Husband and Wives! You may kiss the brides!"
Blake didn't hesitate. He leaned toward Mira, kissing her softly, tenderly, a kiss full of reverence. Then he turned to Cana, pulling her in by the waist for a deeper, more passionate kiss that made the crowd whistle.
"YEAHHHH!" Natsu screamed, firing flames into the ceiling.
"CONGRATULATIONS!"
The cathedral erupted in cheers. Rose petals rained down from the rafters (courtesy of Evergreen).
Blake took their hands, and together, the three of them walked back down the aisle, out of the darkness and into the blinding light of their future.
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The reception was held in the massive courtyard behind the Guild Hall. Long tables were arranged in a U-shape, groaning under the weight of the food. It was a feast fit for kings, prepared by the combined efforts of the Cooking Magic mages and local chefs.
Roasted boars, towers of shellfish, mountains of fruits, and barrels upon barrels of ale.
The sun had set, and the area was lit by magical lanterns and the glow of the Fairy Tail emblem projected into the sky.
Blake sat at the head table, flanked by his wives. He had loosened his tie and unbuttoned his jacket. He felt light.
"This is insane," Blake laughed, watching Natsu inhale a turkey whole.
"It's perfect," Mira smiled, sipping champagne.
"Pass the wine," Cana commanded, already on her third bottle.
Speeches were made.
Laxus stood up, looking awkward. "Uh. Blake is strong. Mira is scary. Cana drinks too much. They fit together. Cheers."
It was short, accurate, and received thunderous applause.
Erza gave a twenty-minute speech about the sanctity of love and armor, which ended with her crying into a strawberry cake.
Lucy read a poem she wrote, which was genuinely touching until Happy interrupted by asking if fish could get married.
The music started—a lively folk band.
Blake danced with Mira first. It was a slow waltz, graceful and fluid. She rested her head on his chest.
"Are you happy?" she whispered.
"More than I deserve," Blake replied, kissing the top of her head.
Then he danced with Cana. It was faster, messier, filled with spins and dips.
"Don't step on my dress," Cana warned, laughing as he twirled her.
"I wouldn't dare. Gildarts is watching."
Indeed, Gildarts was watching from the bar, sobbing loudly while hugging a barrel of ale. "MY LITTLE GIRL!"
It was 10:00 PM. The food was eaten. The speeches were done. The alcohol was flowing like a river.
It was the Golden Hour of Fairy Tail. The moment where civility balanced on a knife's edge.
It started, as these things always did, with Natsu and Gray.
Natsu was dancing on a table. Gray was walking by with a tray of leftover ice cream.
Natsu slipped on a piece of chicken. His foot lashed out. It connected with the tray.
The ice cream flew through the air in a perfect arc.
SPLAT.
It landed squarely on Gajeel's face.
The music stopped.
Gajeel slowly wiped the rocky road from his eyes. He stood up, turning to Natsu.
"Salamander..." Gajeel growled.
"It was Gray!" Natsu shouted, pointing.
"YOU KICKED IT!" Gray roared.
Gajeel grabbed a turkey leg. He threw it.
Natsu ducked.
The turkey leg sailed over his head and hit Erza in the back of the head. She was in the middle of eating her second slice of cake.
Her cake fell off her fork.
The temperature in the courtyard dropped twenty degrees.
Erza turned slowly. Her eyes were glowing red.
"Who... threw... the meat?"
"FOOD FIGHT!" Natsu screamed.
Pandemonium erupted.
It wasn't just a food fight; it was a magical riot.
Natsu roared, "FIRE DRAGON ROAR!" blasting the buffet table into cinders.
Gray countered with "ICE MAKE: HAMMER!" smashing a bench.
Elfman flipped a table. "BEING A GROOMSMAN IS MANLY!" and punched Macao.
Laxus sighed, tried to ignore it, and then got hit by a flying chair. Electricity crackled around him. "Alright, who threw that?"
At the head table, Blake sat frozen, holding a glass of wine.
A pie flew past his left ear. A bottle smashed against the wall to his right.
"Should we stop them?" Blake asked.
Cana laughed, kicking off her heels. She stood up on the table, ripping the slit of her dress higher for mobility.
"Stop them? It's our wedding, Blake! We have to win!"
She grabbed a handful of magical cards.
"CARD MAGIC: EXPLOSION!"
She threw three cards into the crowd. BOOM. Natsu went flying.
Mira stood up. The angelic aura vanished. A dark purple aura flared around her.
"My dress," Mira said sweetly, looking at a stain of gravy on the hem. "Someone got gravy on my wedding dress."
She transformed.
SATAN SOUL.
Her wings sprouted, tearing the back of the dress (tastefully). Her eyes turned dark.
"Who wants to die first?"
Blake watched his wives dive into the chaos. Cana was laughing maniacally, throwing lightning cards at Gray. Mira was literally piledriving Elfman into the ground.
He looked at Makarov, who was cheering and placing bets with Wakaba.
He looked at Gildarts, who was currently wrestling a Vulcan that had somehow wandered into the party.
Blake stood up. He unbuttoned his shirt completely, tossing the jacket aside.
He cracked his knuckles.
"What is a Fairy Tail celebration without a fight?" he muttered to himself.
"HEY NATSU!" Blake roared, his voice shaking the ground.
Natsu paused, holding a waiter upside down. "YEAH?"
Blake grinned, a wild, feral grin that matched the guild's energy perfectly.
"CATCH!"
Blake leaped from the head table, crossing the distance in a single bound.
He tackled the entire groom's party into the wedding cake.
The night dissolved into glorious madness.
Magic flashed in the sky like fireworks. Laughter mixed with the sound of breaking wood and shattering glass.
It was violent. It was destructive. It was insane.
It was perfect.
Hours later, as the dust settled, the guild lay in a heap of exhausted, happy bodies.
Blake lay on his back on the grass, his tuxedo ruined, a black eye forming on his face.
To his left lay Cana, messy hair splayed out, giggling at the stars.
To his right lay Mira, back in human form, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Best... wedding... ever," Cana wheezed.
"The cake was delicious," Mira murmured sleepily. "Before we smashed Gajeel into it."
Blake reached out, wrapping his arms around both of them. He pulled them close.
He looked up at the moon. He felt the warmth of their bodies, the steady beat of their hearts.
The nightmares of Zangetsu were gone. The pain of the coma was a memory.
He was here. He was alive. And he was loved.
"Yeah," Blake whispered, closing his eyes with a smile. "Best wedding ever."