The Wedding Reception at "Mae'r Castell o Hud Gwyllt"

[viva_la_francis]

Everything was a blur and Francis' head was spinning wildly as he was ushered into a sleek Bentley Driven by what he could only describe as the Ugliest GOBLIN of a man he'd ever laid eyes on and then he turned to Arthur. "Mon Amour, I think you must tell me now things you have hidden from me. No secrets. Just who are you... Really?" Francis asked

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[mythicalengland]

Arthur felt like an utterly wretched person when he saw the lost, confused look in Francis' eyes. He had never intended to hide anything from him or keep any secrets, but would he ever have believed him had he come right out and spilled everything from day one? Francis had seemingly taken the talk of faeries and such with a grain of salt during the extent of their relationship, and Arthur had never been sure if his entirely human lover was prepared for such a revelation. Now, it seemed, that uncertainty may have cost him

[viva_la_francis]

The tears, they destroyed him every time. He couldn't bear to see Arthur cry. "Mon Amour it is not forgiveness you need, because you have not wronged me." Francis said, carding his fingers through Arthur's wild locks and pulling that head onto his shoulder for comfort

[mythicalengland]

"It was never that I didn't trust you, Francis. I didn't tell you any of it before today because I wanted to protect you. Some people just can't handle the idea that everything that has ever been relegated to the world of childrens stories and faerie tales is true. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to get hurt." Arthur took a deep breath, the scent that was distinctly Francis flooding his senses and easing away some of his guilt. He snuggled into the warmth of his husband's chest and allowed his fingers to trace the lapel of the smooth grey suit he wore. "I would have told you today, but I couldn't just let everything out in front of your mum and Dulci for the same reasons. It is for the best that they just think my family is a little bit eccentric. I mean, just look at what too much information too soon did to you...and you have been exposed to me for our entire lives

[viva_la_francis]

"Well at least my womanly weakness made someone something instead of only wounding my manly pride." Francis chuckled just adapting and accepting as was his nature. He was rarely angry, he was rarely annoyed really. He took life one day at a time, living for the here and the now. Following his passions, following his heart, following his dreams and rolling with the ups and downs of life. The only time he was sad was if Arthur was sad or when, in the beginning, Arthur had always, ALWAYS told him to bugger off. Or worse

[titania_faery]

"No no no no no! Not there. Goblins. More of a hindrance than a help, any single day." Her Sprites were off decorating the higher floors, filling all the rooms with comfortable cushions and smells. After all, guests need to be treated to the finest. But that left the Goblins with her in the lower hall. And she couldn't hate them, ever, because the poor dears weren't actually doing anything harmful. All their intentions were to be helpful and aid her interests. She couldn't be mad at them even if they'd managed to drop and break about 16 center pieces and Obeltartdle had eaten about as many soft multicolored roses. It was a terrible job. She'd felt like she'd walked into the sky and was quickly depleting her energy, fixing the walls where Goblins had run headlong into them and pierced holes with their horned helmets (all made within the last week probably) and repainting the entirety of the castle interior. (Oh yes, the soft neutral color of the beige was nice, didn't distract from the magnificent rainbow hues of the sparkles, but this

[jarethgoblinkng]

"No, my Goblins are slobs. I just gave up trying to follow behind them with a shovel. All you CRETINS OUT! Go back Home and DON'T BOTHER SARAH EITHER!" Jareth ordered and Goblins scattered. He then pointed at a clock and the hands Froze.

"You have an hour, Hold back Mortal time is not easy. And you had better UN DECORATE my house later. I like Neutral. Sarah likes Neutral. This is our get away from the HELL that is the Labyrinth. Put it back the way it was when you are finished. Please." Jareth said kicking Chickens out windows.

GOD. DAMN. FUCKING. CHICKENS!!!! Always the damn chickens!

[king_of_the_fae]

Oberon couldn't possibly hope to suppress the peal of laughter which erupted out of him as he watched Titania in her feeble attempt to wrangle the goblins the same way she dealt with her faeries. "Brilliant! I think I might just have to tell the entertainment I hired to go home if your performance is THIS good." He applauded, stepping out from the corner where he was watching the futile attempt at decoration. He really could be a bit of an impish jackass at times, and there was really no person he enjoyed egging on more than Titania

[titania_faery]

"My Love," She turned, addressing her king from over her nose. "Please, be a dear, and perhaps help me a little instead of sneaking around in the back over there? Many of the guests arriving come from your line or are connected to you in some way. Rightfully you should be helping. I am only doing what I am because I'm so much better at it." She egged right back. There were no real superiors in the relationship (the very, very open relationship) between the Faery King and Queen. "And Jareth, your son, has kindly stopped time to afford us the chance to finish, now, arrange these roses properly my Dark Lord." She cooed, leaving him to rearrange the center pieces that had been proper when they'd been conjured, but been shuffled by goblins and stray chickens trying to leap up onto the table

[viva_la_francis]

"My Maman is going to think this is a fancy dress ball. Are all these people related to you? And do they always dress like Regency Era? Well apparently not all, that green woman is naked. I approve." Francis said seeming to now be adjusting or at least rolling with the punches as best as he could.

He did however approve the naked lady, even if she was green and rather leafy looking.

Jareth just snorted. "Be glad you're getting a party at all and Father isn't stringing you up by your John Thomas for running off spur of the moment to get married. I had to reorder a lot of time for you today. You OWE me little brother."

[mythicalengland]

"These people aren't related to me at all." Arthur chuckled, watching as Francis marveled at the guests who had shown up from all parts of the underground just to see them. "To be quite honest, this is my debut to the court. They're all here to see us, but I have no idea who any of them are

[titania_faery]

Titiania spied the couple as they entered. Oh how fabulous the looked, and Arthur, practically shimmering with the dark energy of his fae heritage under his skin? He looked like he was finally home!

"Arthur." She cooed, gliding over in her gown to embrace her step son. It is delightful for you to finally meet me, though I have spied on you before with my crystals. I'm Titania, your grandfather's wife." She cooed, pressing her wine red lips to his forehead. She then rounded on the Frenchman.

"Monsieur Bonnefoy." She purred, offering him her hand to kiss. "I am the Queen of the Sidhe. Welcome to the family. I am most pleased to see that the progeny of my husband has found someone to love them so completely."

[viva_la_francis]

Francis had many faults, MANNERS was not one of them. He had impeccable manners and joie de vivre and elegantly snapped his heels together as he bent over the Queen's hand. "As I am please to meet you your majesty. I hope I bring honor to your family." Francis purred, kissing the back of her hand as he stood slowly from his bow.

He was certainly going to fare better in greeting dignitaries than Arthur. Francis could charm and bluff his way out of most any situation, Arthur, not so much.

This was going to be a long, long party.

[mythicalengland]

Arthur took a few breaths in an out to to try and get himself under control, wiping his Guinness-foam mustache from his lip with a napkin like a civilized gentleman. What was going through his mind was most definitely NOT civilized, however. "Dammit, Francis..." The groom grumbled, shifting in his seat before crossing his legs in time for the meal to arrive.

Arthur looked over the food in front of him as Gaston rattled off his little explanation. Being in a relationship with Francis had spoiled Arthur more than he thought it would because he looked at the artfully arranged "food" and could help but wonder how it could possibly be as good as anything the frenchman made him at home.

"Oi!" Arthur waved his fork at his brother who was already wolfing down his meal. "Don't think I didn't hear that, brother dear. At least I don't leave a trail of glitter everywhere I go."

Arthur then gestured to his husband. "Don't listen to him, Francis love. He's too much like Gilbert. Next thing I know he'll be making some wisecrack about my

[jarethgoblinkng]

Jareth arched one of his decidedly unique eyebrows. "Of that I would never jest. Your unrefined taste buds however, I do concur with your spouse. Next you'll acquire a taste for Goblin Ale which smells as if it were made from Bog water and bog water might actually taste better." Jareth chuckled sipping his wine and eating with impeccable manners.

"Arthur, do eat. Not that I expect you to appreciate the finery, but you will need your stamina later. I know all about Francis' prowess. You will need your strength." Jareth replied smirking quietly into his dinner plate.

Francis laughed. He rather liked Arthur's "brother". The man did have a decidedly more refined pallet. The dinner was quite marvelous. He'd have to ask for the recipe and try it with wild boar later. That meat he could get his hands on. The berries however... he'd try blueberries and juniper, perhaps with a few truffles... the possibilities where there.

[mythicalengland]

"Goblin Ale?" Arthur's handsome face scrunched up in repulsion. "I think not. What do you take me for, Jareth? I'm not bloody Danish or German or something."

Setting aside the napkin he'd used to wipe away his beer foam mustache, Arthur decorously folded up a new one and placed it in his lap, blushing furiously as he picked up his utensils to promptly tuck into his meal. "Yes. I suppose you're right." He knew Jareth was right, especially after the morning they'd had back at the flat in Paris before this whole adventure started. Because of that they'd ended up missing their meals for the day, aside from a couple small pastries and coffee or tea. "The same goes for you, Francis. You can count on not getting much sleep."

[viva_la_francis]

"Oh Mon cœur, I plan on getting no sleep until well into mid-day tomorrow." Francis grinned saucily. As he smacked Gaston's greedily little hands with his fork. "Share I will, but you will use a fork and not hands mon petit. Where is your etiquette?" Francis scolded his fat little dinner guest reaching for a berry off his plate.

"Speaking of which, we had planned on going home. I suspect our planned sleeping arrangements have also been altered?" Francis asked Arthur, this was his family after all.

[mythicalengland]

The family's reaction to Arthur and Francis bidding goodnight to them was a little bewildering at first. Arthur was kissed repeatedly on both cheeks and squeezed until he nearly turned blue in the face by all three women in turn. Francis had needed to step in rescue his husband from his Nana's clutches, only to receive a firm pat on the bottom for his efforts. Beryl was the most endearingly bizarre and saucy woman. She could be a veritable whirlwind of energy at times and she absolutely adored Francis. It was probably because he not only loved her little Iggykins, but he also reminded her considerably of Oberon

[viva_la_francis]

Francis stood there, for a long moment. The world has suddenly DROPPED from his senses. Like he had fallen into a dark abyss, only to suddenly feel the world under his feet again and they were standing in a place they had not been just three heartbeats before.

Arthur's voice sounded like a long way away, down a wind tunnel as the world rushed back into Francis' awareness.

And he did follow his husband into their bedroom... face first into the open doorway to meet with the plush, expensive carpet on the floor.

Oh, today was NOT Francis' day for remaining conscious. He'd eventually get used to the shock, but that was one even HE hadn't anticipated. And Francis had a quiet vivid and spectacular imagination.

Not that he noticed as he began to drool on the carpet under his cheek. He'd never fainted in his life, today he was three for three.

[mythicalengland]

"Oh bollocks!" Arthur cursed when he saw Francis' eyes begin to roll back into his head. He tried to make it to his husband's side before he went down like a ton of bricks, but he was only able to grab on just as Francis made contact with the plush carpet. At least it wasn't a solid and unforgiving floor. In his fancy, borrowed suit Arthur knelt on the floor with Francis' head in his lap much like he had at their wedding earlier in the day. He ran a hand through the loose, golden locks in a comforting manner, mumbling curses to himself about how he was so bloody stupid for doing what he did when he should have known that Francis wasn't ready for it. Arthur loosened his neat green tie and cleared his throat, hoping that a little louder sound like that might rouse his unconscious spouse

[viva_la_francis]

Francis opened bleary eyes, damn his face hurt. As he looked up, diffused light filtered from a window behind Arthur, giving him a halo and alerting Francis his head hurt. There were some strange shadows that looked, almost for a moment, as if Arthur had a pair of angel wings, but as his eyes focused more and Arthur's face became clearer Francis blinked rapidly.

"Mari... warn me next time when you are going to make the world drop out from under my feet, I think I left my stomach behind. That was... disconcerting... I love you, but no more surprises alright? Warn me, please." Francis groaned his head pounding with a headache and he reached up to rub at his eyes as he tried to sit up only to lay back down again.

"Give me a moment. My head, it's spinning still. Tell me your brother has some aspirin or Tylenol or some faerie dust for headaches laying around. I have an ice pick lodged between my eyes at the moment. Merde."