Forever After

The Weddings

An: This is perhaps a year after the conclusion of Lost Wolf.

You were all sitting down to a dinner you had cooked yourself when Hellboy did it. You were midway through your rather red, lemon-pepper steak when he cleared his throat. "Klaus."

Your father grunted back. "Red."

"I'd like to marry your daughter." Rebekah started laughing at the same time clouds descended over your father's eyes.

"Alright, Red. Here's the deal. She's barely lived a fraction of her eternity yet. Normally, I'd be all for it. 'Yeah go ahead. They'll only live another half century or so.' All that. But you also have an eternity." He paused, looking for the right words. "From my perspective you're both still...children. Rather young children. Children that...should they do this, will only have two ways out of it. Death or divorce."

"That's how it goes for 'normal people too, Nik." Rebekah was gentle.

Elijah smiled. "Our sister was right. Besides, look at your daughter's face."

You had felt pure bliss sweep over your features at this conversation and you turned to look at Klaus now. "I love him. Looking back...It's nothing compared to what I thought I felt for Roman. This...when he's gone to London on business I feel like I'm not whole. I don't truly relax until he's back. Here in the quarter. Yeah. I think that's love."

     Klaus sighed. "I learned my lesson with Rebekah and Marcel. I'll not stand in the way of love again." He stood. "No expense shall be spared. Go on, little wolf. Call up Davina and Camille while your aunt begins to invite half the people we've met over the centuries."

X

     By the time it was all said and done, Kol and Davina had joined the wedding party. It was to be a double thing in which the Mikaelson family grew by two. So together Rebekah and Camille helped you and Davina plan. The dress shopping was much harder than you would've thought. What would Hellboy like? For that matter, what would you like? Shit. It was all too much for you. Even so, your heart remained filled with positivity and love, no matter the obstacles that rose in the following days. Eventually it was time for the final fittings of your wedding dresses. Rebekah was too busy that day arguing the baker who had somehow messed up the cake a third time so Camille and Hayley took you. Hayley was quiet, and you respected this. It wasn't so long ago her mind had been under Hydra control the same as yours.

     You let out a gasp behind the curtain when you saw your dress unzipped from the bag. The consultant smiled at you. "You seem very in love. May your marriage last, sweetheart." She helped you into the material, which whispered against your skin as it slid on like a glove. The consultant winked and handed you a box of tissues. "For your mother and the others. They're going to need it because you look otherworldly." Hayley did indeed cry and stood, throwing her arms around you,

     "My little miracle baby, all grown up. I love you. Your father won't cry, but he'll have to struggle not to do so." She kissed your forehead. Davina looked just as stunning in her dress. The two of you embraced and cried together. You'd each been through so much pain that you had to reassure one another this was real. That you were allowed this, allowed happiness and true belonging. With this major detail seen to, you and Davina had to decide together what sort of music would play before you came up with a clever spell together. People who loved one another in a romantic fashion would hear the same song. A song that spoke to them of each other on a soul deep level. She helped craft it and on the night of the event you would execute it when you both came down the grand staircase with your new husbands.

     There was all sorts of magic worked into the ceremony after that genius discovery. Petals would continually rain from above onto the dance floor and the whole place would be diffused with a soft, pinkish light and there would tiny sparkles of white light dancing in the glow. The day finally came and you were nervous. It was the first time you and Hellboy had slept apart since getting together. Last night your father and uncles Elijah and Kol had their party while you and the other women in the bridal party celebrated in your own way.

     You put on your dress and from the dressing room you and Davina worked various spells. Outside, Klaus and Marcel waited in matching tuxedos to take your arms and lead you down the grand staircase. When you rounded the curve into view, low gasps went up from the assembled crowd. You felt nervous seeing hundreds of faces swing your way. There were a lot you didn't recognize; the majority in fact. Then they all began to smile in anticipation and you relaxed. You knew that you and Davina looked drop dead gorgeous next to each other. Crowns made of glittering light magic rested on your brows and in your hair glimmered highlights matching the color scheme the two of you had agreed on.

     You joined your husbands on the altar. Josh was Davina's man of honor. You had chosen your mother and aunt Rebekah as your bridesmaids. They stood with you while your father and Marcel gave their speech. "Kol." Marcel raised an eyebrow at him. "While I did sire Davina myself, I saved her life and provided for her and cared for and loved her for a long time. She is as much my daughter as a pair of biological family members. If you hurt her in any way, well I'm not worried. She'll kick your ass and when she's done my vamps and I will make you disappear. That said, I think you're good for her. Don't mess this up, Mikaelson."

     Then it was Klaus' turn. "Hellboy. I have had my misgivings about this, what with you being the Antichrist and all...until I realized how badass my daughter is. And how close I am to being the devil myself." He chuckled lightly. "You gave your work cut out for you, taking care of her. There are people out there who would take her down still if they could. Bad people. But as of today, you join the family. You'll never be alone again. Welcome to the Mikaelson clan. We're all crazy here." He nodded and stepped back like Marcel. The officiant he had picked, Alaric you believed his name was.

     It was Davina's turn for vows first. You cried at the devotion Kol showed for her. It was all very touching. Then it was your turn. You met the golden eyes of the man you had fallen in love with. "Hellboy, it was a little strange I admit, falling for the man who ashed my aunt." There were a few laughs. Rebekah called out.

     "I haven't forgotten that one, Red!" More laughs.

     You continued. "But I started to feel in my chest that I was not complete. It aches and I painted and painted, never able to finish a single one. And finally when I got your gift I realized that I needed you." You took a breath. "There is no explanation, but that you are my soulmate. I have no desire to live without you another day. So this day, let us be bound by Alaric in love."

     "(Y/n), I may be a demon of the worst sort but all that goes out the window when I'm with you. You are all I need." You kissed when Alaric gave you the go ahead and Hellboy slid a red gold ring around your ring finger.

X

     You danced with your father first then Hellboy. At midnight you and Davina got into your separate cars and your husbands drove you off to your honeymoons. You weren't sure about Davina, but that night you did very little sleeping. And you liked it that way.