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Alfred wasted no time in hurrying over to the chair, crawling up onto it and somewhat mussing up his perfect little suit. “I’m Alfred! And I think girls are icky and parties like birthday parties are fun! Least that’s what they look like!” he grinned, hands patting at his thighs as his shiny black shoes wiggled.

Meanwhile, as his Daddy was distracted, Matthew whimpered in his mouth, lips smacking ever so slightly as he attempted to reach for the pudding. The highchair wouldn’t let him get very far, but he continously tried to crane his neck far enough to get it.

Alfred noticed, and pointed. “Mister, your little baby wants to eat that,” he told him, nodding. Alfred liked being helpful. Papa was very strict about when he could be helpful and when he couldn’t, so this was nice!

“Oh! Mercy me…” Apologizing continuously to Matthew, he held the spoon to his mouth so he could have a bite of the pudding on the spoon. He looked back a moment later to thank their new visitor and returned to feeding his son. 

Gilbert and Ivan had quite a fun time talking to Alfred. He seemed so interested in the life of being in a band, and he expressed how much he’d just love to learn to play an instrument, but it was hard for him to learn, was all they had found out. They didn’t question it, so they didn’t seem rude. 
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It had seemed as though word got out that Arthur’s band was a hit at the wedding. It didn’t come as a surprise to the band, in all honesty; they knew they were good, and they had to because they needed to get their name out there.

A meeting had been arranged for the band to meet with an event planner for some big thing going on in Edinburgh. They all gathered in the meeting room at Ludwig’s recording studio.

Arthur raised an eyebrow as he walked in, pushing Matthew in his stroller in front of him. “I didn’t know that it was another wedding we were supposed to play for.” He assumed, taking a seat at the end of the table so he could have room for Matthew beside him. 

“Not hardly,” Francis commented, coming into the room just as Arthur finished his sentence. Ludwig was hot on his heels, clipboard in hand as Francis took a seat across the table from the band, face illuminated by the screen of his tablet.

“No, not a wedding,” Ludwig echoed, sitting beside the long haired blonde and greeting each band member with a little nod. “It is something much more ground breaking than a wedding, no offense to Elizabeta.”

Francis sighed and turned around the tablet he had been using and placed it in the center of the table, hitting play on a silent video that showed a huge stage, state of the art technology and lighting equipment, and above all hudreds of TV cameras sending the feed of the band on stage performing all over the world. “This is the international Edinburgh music festival….each year hundreds of bands are chosen to come and perform at outside stages, but only 1, the one most demanded by fans around the world gets to perform on this stage, and have their set broadcasted on live TV.”

Francis peered up at each and everyone one of them, his eyes landing for longer than a fleeting moment on Arthur’s face. “And this year, you have been chosen. It is in 3 months, and in that time, we’ll have to keep you nearby, so no returning home. It is a small sacrifice to make in exchange for this opportunity.”

The four had been ecstatic, so excited that they have become so popular. All of their hard work finally paying off to every band’s dream, but having to live in a hotel by the event location was completely out of the question. Yes, they all knew that doing what they did required sacrifices, but with a baby, a hotel is far too unfamiliar to the area, Arthur didn’t think Matthew, as good of a child that he was, would make it three months in a hotel. 

“Absolutely not. I understand, we have to make sacrifices, but Matthew would not last three months in a hotel, nor will I trust a nanny to be able to take care of him for that long. There has to be another way.” Arthur protested.

And neither of the other band members protested against Arthur, they knew better than to do that. Kjell and Ivan had been with Arthur since Arthur had been with Matthew’s mother and even some time before that, and Gilbert just knew where to stand when it came to Matthew. They all cared for Matthew and knew just how he acted and what made him fussy along with what calmed him. Knowing him like they do, they knew it was pointless to argue not staying in the hotel for three months…

They just hoped there would be another way.

Francis sighed, ready to protest against the demands of “diva” musicians, but Ludwig beat him to it, calm as ever. “The hotel is a good one, Arthur. It has a playground and an open floor plan for the rooms. It also has a babysitting program where Matthew could spend the day,…” he tried, attempting to reason with the singer. He understood their protection over the child but he could feel Francis’ building frustration.

“This is a huge opportunity…I wouldn’t want you to ruin it because of a trivial inconvenience,” Francis interjected, looking at the singer.

Ludwig sighed, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. He didn’t want to get into a fight over this.

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Alfred wasted no time in hurrying over to the chair, crawling up onto it and somewhat mussing up his perfect little suit. “I’m Alfred! And I think girls are icky and parties like birthday parties are fun! Least that’s what they look like!” he grinned, hands patting at his thighs as his shiny black shoes wiggled.

Meanwhile, as his Daddy was distracted, Matthew whimpered in his mouth, lips smacking ever so slightly as he attempted to reach for the pudding. The highchair wouldn’t let him get very far, but he continously tried to crane his neck far enough to get it.

Alfred noticed, and pointed. “Mister, your little baby wants to eat that,” he told him, nodding. Alfred liked being helpful. Papa was very strict about when he could be helpful and when he couldn’t, so this was nice!

“Oh! Mercy me…” Apologizing continuously to Matthew, he held the spoon to his mouth so he could have a bite of the pudding on the spoon. He looked back a moment later to thank their new visitor and returned to feeding his son. 

Gilbert and Ivan had quite a fun time talking to Alfred. He seemed so interested in the life of being in a band, and he expressed how much he’d just love to learn to play an instrument, but it was hard for him to learn, was all they had found out. They didn’t question it, so they didn’t seem rude. 
______

It had seemed as though word got out that Arthur’s band was a hit at the wedding. It didn’t come as a surprise to the band, in all honesty; they knew they were good, and they had to because they needed to get their name out there.

A meeting had been arranged for the band to meet with an event planner for some big thing going on in Edinburgh. They all gathered in the meeting room at Ludwig’s recording studio.

Arthur raised an eyebrow as he walked in, pushing Matthew in his stroller in front of him. “I didn’t know that it was another wedding we were supposed to play for.” He assumed, taking a seat at the end of the table so he could have room for Matthew beside him. 

“Not hardly,” Francis commented, coming into the room just as Arthur finished his sentence. Ludwig was hot on his heels, clipboard in hand as Francis took a seat across the table from the band, face illuminated by the screen of his tablet.

“No, not a wedding,” Ludwig echoed, sitting beside the long haired blonde and greeting each band member with a little nod. “It is something much more ground breaking than a wedding, no offense to Elizabeta.”

Francis sighed and turned around the tablet he had been using and placed it in the center of the table, hitting play on a silent video that showed a huge stage, state of the art technology and lighting equipment, and above all hudreds of TV cameras sending the feed of the band on stage performing all over the world. “This is the international Edinburgh music festival….each year hundreds of bands are chosen to come and perform at outside stages, but only 1, the one most demanded by fans around the world gets to perform on this stage, and have their set broadcasted on live TV.”

Francis peered up at each and everyone one of them, his eyes landing for longer than a fleeting moment on Arthur’s face. “And this year, you have been chosen. It is in 3 months, and in that time, we’ll have to keep you nearby, so no returning home. It is a small sacrifice to make in exchange for this opportunity.”

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Everything was supposed to be perfect.

And not just “it’ll do” or “if you slide this in front, no one will know” perfect. Everything that wedding planner Francis Bonnefoy did was meant to be flawlessly wonderful down to the bare minimum details. This wedding was no different. 

Briskly as ever, he moved down a set of marble and glass stairs, long wavy hair tied back in an elegant pony tail as he smiled politely at guests taking a seat in the ivory and plum decorated chairs. It was nearly sundown and the weather coudn’t have been more ideal: gentle, warm, a light breeze and not a cloud in sight. Stars were beginning to sparkle in the twilight sky furthest from the sun and the first notes of a 5 piece string quartet floated on the air sweetly. 

It was perfect. 

And he could hear the murmurs about how the attendees thought it so. 

Slipping an ear piece in place, he radioed his assistants, letting them know they were on in 5 as he went to check in with the bride; a Hungarian, saucy lady that sang back up to some new upcoming band. She was tall and lovely, a little bit bitchy, but what bride wasn’t. He rounded a corner in the east wing of the rented space and smiled as she was being fussed over by her bridesmaids, all floating on the tile in their midnight purple gowns. 

“Ladies,” he started softly, motioning to table full of glittering bouquets. He whispered reminders to keep their heads up and their steps small and to hold their flowers down so everyone could see them. 

Leaving them to their last minute whispers, Francis checked on the men, straightening their boutonniere’s and reminding them not to pick up another alcoholic beverage until the reception. As he walked away from them and back out into the cool ceremony space, he sent a message to his technicians to lower the lights. 

“Show time,” he murmured, content to watch from his higher perch in the back. He jumped when he felt a tug at his pant leg and peered down at a pair of bright blue eyes. 

“Alfred…you’re supposed to be waiting with Ms. Lilli,” he chastised lightly as his little son pouted and attempted to straighten his bright blue vest. 

Francis knelt to straighten him before standing and lifting him against his side. “Alright…you can watch, but you have to be quiet, okay?” he told the boy and was met with a blonde head nodding.

The ceremony could’nt have gone better, it was perfect down from the rings to the kiss. As the guests meandered into the west wing of the elegant building, Francis followed slowly , Alfred at his side. 

When a dear friend was to get married, close friends were supposed to be excited for the newlyweds. That was all fine and dandy, but things were different when a dear friend was marrying a complete asshole. 

Arthur didn’t like him, not even in the slightest bit. Arthur was always one to hold a grudge, and after taking his keyboardist away from him because he couldn’t handle her playing keyboard in their rock band definitely caused a grudge to form. Regardless, Arthur attended the wedding, not for Roderich, but for Elizabeta. She wanted the band to play at her wedding, and Arthur made sure to come through for her.

Arthur had left with the three other members of the band directly after the ceremony had been over to go set up on stage. The whole time, Arthur was thankful that he had such an obedient two year old to suffer through the quick moving. Gently, he set the little blonde down into a highchair at his table and adjusted his little red bowtie. He set his sippie cup of apple juice in front of him before making his way back to the stage. 

“IIII’m sorry, but what Roderich’s doing is just… so unawesome. I liked having Elizabeta in the band.. now we have to go on and be famous without her.. That sucks!” Gilbert had probably one of the most upset about the change the band was going through. The five of them were like a family, having been together for the longest time, but Gilbert had grown up with her, so since childhood, they had been together, and to be just taken away from something he knew was important to her just pissed him off. That’s what everyone else was there for. Kjell provided the chocolate, while Ivan held him back, and Arthur kept things as calm as he could. 

“Gilbert, you’re not the only one pissed off about this, but there’s nothing we can do but be there for her. Now quit your complaining and tune your guitar. You were off the last concert, and you best not be off today, or the newlyweds will be pissed.” Arthur kept his eye on Matthew who had seemed to find his sippie cup the most fascinating thing since sliced bread. 

Arthur didn’t like when the band was upset, especially when he was just as upset as them, and he really hated when he couldn’t do a damn thing about it, but he wouldn’t let it ruin the music. He wanted the boy’s, if anything, to be angry, because he knew their emotion would be focused in the music; Ivan would beat the hell out of the drums, Gilbert would strum his guitar like never before, and Kjell would keep the base rhythm moving, so unfortunately, the anger was always to their advantage during shows.

Finishing up quickly, they waited for  the go ahead to start their playing.

“No, no, Alfred…please come back,” a soft voice pleaded, the sound of hurried heels tapping against the smooth floor mingling with the voices of people talking around their tables and the DJ’s music playing. Lilli had watched Alfred since the boy was born and he was always rambunctious….but tonight the 4 year old seemed to move at the speed of light, intent on not staying in his designated chair. 

The little blonde woman worried that Alfred would perhaps trip someone or knock over the cake or…Lilli whined to herself before a pair of little arms wrapped around her knees.

“Miss Lilli I found you!” Alfred cried, giggling happily as the girl turned to pick up the boy. 

“Oh thank goodness, Alfred…your daddy is so stressed right now, it’s best you stay with me for the rest of the night, okay?”

Alfred had no problem agreeing. Miss Lilli was heading for a table with a piece of cake on it! On their way there, they passed an empty table with a little boy, attempting to drink all he could of his sippy and Alfred waved excitedly. He didn’t know him but it was always fun to wave!

Francis sighed however as he placed down his champagne flute and moved slowly behind the stage set up on the side of the reception space. He was not exactly thrilled to be speaking to a bunch of band members that were probably covered in tattoos and ready to destroy his perfect, elegant wedding.

Clearing his throat, he grasped a clipboard his assistant handed him and peered at the  band’s set up list. A few songs and one slow one at the end that the newlyweds would dance to. Fine.

“Are you all ready to begin?” 

Arthur opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Gilbert who seemed to always have something to say, “No! In fact I’m not ready. I missed my cue at the ‘any objections’ section. I want a redo of the ceremony.” Arthur shook his head before adjusting his microphone, “Shut up, Gilbert. Yes we’re ready.”

Nodding to the men behind him, they went straight into playing. It was one of Elizabeta’s favourites which was an extremely important factor when planning  the set list.

The music seemed to be going far too fast before they had started on the song for the bride and groom. It was a cover of a Beatles song: And I Love Her. It was a song the band shared as a favourite, but also one that Roderich loved as well. 

They had finished their set list and carefully set their instruments down. They four made their way to their table so they could eat, though neither of them were very hungry.

Ivan, of course, wolfed down his food. Kjell eyed the cake just waiting to get his hands on a piece. Gilbert angrily ate his food even if he dind’t want it, it was still good food, damn it. And Arthur didn’t touch his food at all. Instead, he sat with Matthew’s high chair facing him and feeding him some vanilla pudding, cooing to him softly.

The child, all round soft eyes and tumbling curls that framed his round, chubby cheeks peered up at his father, rose pink lips smacking lightly at the vanilla pudding. It wasn’t the same that he was used to, and was somehow more rich and thick, making it most difficult for a tiny mouth such as his to consume the bites from the little plastic spoon in a reasonable amount of time.

He reached a hand up, little palm patting lightly at Arthur’s hand as if to say, ‘Sorry, Daddy, but it’s very good and I would really like to enjoy it, please’. He cooed at Arthur as he smiled around his spoon. Once he had swallowed he mumbled a happy little “Yummy!” as he wiggled his red converse clad feet.

The guests of the wedding were dancing not far away and their spinning gowns, glittering and shimmering in the multicolored lighting was hardly a distraction from his pudding and his Daddy’s attention. It was loud, though, but that was okay. Matthew was used to loud performances.

Another child was squirming at a table not far away, dying for his chance to get up and run among the guests and dance to the music. Ms. Lili had said something about the Groom not wanting children on the dance floor, so he was left sitting, pouting, and pushing around the thick chocolate fondant from his piece of cake.

Papa hadn’t come by the table for a while and Alfred had started to get bored. There wasn’t anyone to play with or talk to. Glancing around, he spotted a bunch of guys at a table that he instantly recognized as the members of the band that had just played. Well! That was exciting!

Checking to make sure Ms. Lili wasn’t paying attention, Alfred slid out of his seat and hurried over to the table, slicked back blonde hair making his bright blue eyes look bigger and rounder than normal.

“Scuse me, Mister…I was wondering if it’s fun to play in a band?” he asked one in particular, the biggest one at the table. He looked so cool with all of those tattoos!

Ivan wasn’t surprised to have a little kid come up to him. For some reason, little kids were attracted to his colorful tattoos and the designs that were drawn on his body.

Looking down, he smiled, his friendly smile, “Oh yes. It is the most fun anyone could ever have.”

Ivan wasn’t able to finish before Gilbert caught sound of the conversation and butted in.. like always, “Dude, little man, it’s awesome! We get to party every day, not to mention you get lots of girls!”

“Gilbert!” Arthur cut in quickly before he could go any further. He held the new spoonful of pudding up for Matthew, but just out of his reach as he was distracted by Gilbert. “As much as I don’t mind you two talking to little boys about your lives as a rock star, I would prefer you not get too much into detail.  It’s a parental thing, really, so I’d understand. So no more conversation on the girls and parties you go to, got it?”

Both Gilbert and Ivan looked to Arthur, the most unamused look painted to their faces. Arthur, no matter how fun he was, knew just how to ruin things, but they didn’t want to hear him bitching later, so they kept quiet about it. 

Gilbert pulled out an empty chair between him and Ivan and patted it for the kid to sit in, “So, what’s your name, little guy? You seem pretty awesome.”

Alfred wasted no time in hurrying over to the chair, crawling up onto it and somewhat mussing up his perfect little suit. “I’m Alfred! And I think girls are icky and parties like birthday parties are fun! Least that’s what they look like!” he grinned, hands patting at his thighs as his shiny black shoes wiggled.

Meanwhile, as his Daddy was distracted, Matthew whimpered in his mouth, lips smacking ever so slightly as he attempted to reach for the pudding. The highchair wouldn’t let him get very far, but he continously tried to crane his neck far enough to get it.

Alfred noticed, and pointed. “Mister, your little baby wants to eat that,” he told him, nodding. Alfred liked being helpful. Papa was very strict about when he could be helpful and when he couldn’t, so this was nice!

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Everything was supposed to be perfect.

And not just “it’ll do” or “if you slide this in front, no one will know” perfect. Everything that wedding planner Francis Bonnefoy did was meant to be flawlessly wonderful down to the bare minimum details. This wedding was no different. 

Briskly as ever, he moved down a set of marble and glass stairs, long wavy hair tied back in an elegant pony tail as he smiled politely at guests taking a seat in the ivory and plum decorated chairs. It was nearly sundown and the weather coudn’t have been more ideal: gentle, warm, a light breeze and not a cloud in sight. Stars were beginning to sparkle in the twilight sky furthest from the sun and the first notes of a 5 piece string quartet floated on the air sweetly. 

It was perfect. 

And he could hear the murmurs about how the attendees thought it so. 

Slipping an ear piece in place, he radioed his assistants, letting them know they were on in 5 as he went to check in with the bride; a Hungarian, saucy lady that sang back up to some new upcoming band. She was tall and lovely, a little bit bitchy, but what bride wasn’t. He rounded a corner in the east wing of the rented space and smiled as she was being fussed over by her bridesmaids, all floating on the tile in their midnight purple gowns. 

“Ladies,” he started softly, motioning to table full of glittering bouquets. He whispered reminders to keep their heads up and their steps small and to hold their flowers down so everyone could see them. 

Leaving them to their last minute whispers, Francis checked on the men, straightening their boutonniere’s and reminding them not to pick up another alcoholic beverage until the reception. As he walked away from them and back out into the cool ceremony space, he sent a message to his technicians to lower the lights. 

“Show time,” he murmured, content to watch from his higher perch in the back. He jumped when he felt a tug at his pant leg and peered down at a pair of bright blue eyes. 

“Alfred…you’re supposed to be waiting with Ms. Lilli,” he chastised lightly as his little son pouted and attempted to straighten his bright blue vest. 

Francis knelt to straighten him before standing and lifting him against his side. “Alright…you can watch, but you have to be quiet, okay?” he told the boy and was met with a blonde head nodding.

The ceremony could’nt have gone better, it was perfect down from the rings to the kiss. As the guests meandered into the west wing of the elegant building, Francis followed slowly , Alfred at his side. 

When a dear friend was to get married, close friends were supposed to be excited for the newlyweds. That was all fine and dandy, but things were different when a dear friend was marrying a complete asshole. 

Arthur didn’t like him, not even in the slightest bit. Arthur was always one to hold a grudge, and after taking his keyboardist away from him because he couldn’t handle her playing keyboard in their rock band definitely caused a grudge to form. Regardless, Arthur attended the wedding, not for Roderich, but for Elizabeta. She wanted the band to play at her wedding, and Arthur made sure to come through for her.

Arthur had left with the three other members of the band directly after the ceremony had been over to go set up on stage. The whole time, Arthur was thankful that he had such an obedient two year old to suffer through the quick moving. Gently, he set the little blonde down into a highchair at his table and adjusted his little red bowtie. He set his sippie cup of apple juice in front of him before making his way back to the stage. 

“IIII’m sorry, but what Roderich’s doing is just… so unawesome. I liked having Elizabeta in the band.. now we have to go on and be famous without her.. That sucks!” Gilbert had probably one of the most upset about the change the band was going through. The five of them were like a family, having been together for the longest time, but Gilbert had grown up with her, so since childhood, they had been together, and to be just taken away from something he knew was important to her just pissed him off. That’s what everyone else was there for. Kjell provided the chocolate, while Ivan held him back, and Arthur kept things as calm as he could. 

“Gilbert, you’re not the only one pissed off about this, but there’s nothing we can do but be there for her. Now quit your complaining and tune your guitar. You were off the last concert, and you best not be off today, or the newlyweds will be pissed.” Arthur kept his eye on Matthew who had seemed to find his sippie cup the most fascinating thing since sliced bread. 

Arthur didn’t like when the band was upset, especially when he was just as upset as them, and he really hated when he couldn’t do a damn thing about it, but he wouldn’t let it ruin the music. He wanted the boy’s, if anything, to be angry, because he knew their emotion would be focused in the music; Ivan would beat the hell out of the drums, Gilbert would strum his guitar like never before, and Kjell would keep the base rhythm moving, so unfortunately, the anger was always to their advantage during shows.

Finishing up quickly, they waited for  the go ahead to start their playing.

“No, no, Alfred…please come back,” a soft voice pleaded, the sound of hurried heels tapping against the smooth floor mingling with the voices of people talking around their tables and the DJ’s music playing. Lilli had watched Alfred since the boy was born and he was always rambunctious….but tonight the 4 year old seemed to move at the speed of light, intent on not staying in his designated chair. 

The little blonde woman worried that Alfred would perhaps trip someone or knock over the cake or…Lilli whined to herself before a pair of little arms wrapped around her knees.

“Miss Lilli I found you!” Alfred cried, giggling happily as the girl turned to pick up the boy. 

“Oh thank goodness, Alfred…your daddy is so stressed right now, it’s best you stay with me for the rest of the night, okay?”

Alfred had no problem agreeing. Miss Lilli was heading for a table with a piece of cake on it! On their way there, they passed an empty table with a little boy, attempting to drink all he could of his sippy and Alfred waved excitedly. He didn’t know him but it was always fun to wave!

Francis sighed however as he placed down his champagne flute and moved slowly behind the stage set up on the side of the reception space. He was not exactly thrilled to be speaking to a bunch of band members that were probably covered in tattoos and ready to destroy his perfect, elegant wedding.

Clearing his throat, he grasped a clipboard his assistant handed him and peered at the  band’s set up list. A few songs and one slow one at the end that the newlyweds would dance to. Fine.

“Are you all ready to begin?” 

Arthur opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Gilbert who seemed to always have something to say, “No! In fact I’m not ready. I missed my cue at the ‘any objections’ section. I want a redo of the ceremony.” Arthur shook his head before adjusting his microphone, “Shut up, Gilbert. Yes we’re ready.”

Nodding to the men behind him, they went straight into playing. It was one of Elizabeta’s favourites which was an extremely important factor when planning  the set list.

The music seemed to be going far too fast before they had started on the song for the bride and groom. It was a cover of a Beatles song: And I Love Her. It was a song the band shared as a favourite, but also one that Roderich loved as well. 

They had finished their set list and carefully set their instruments down. They four made their way to their table so they could eat, though neither of them were very hungry.

Ivan, of course, wolfed down his food. Kjell eyed the cake just waiting to get his hands on a piece. Gilbert angrily ate his food even if he dind’t want it, it was still good food, damn it. And Arthur didn’t touch his food at all. Instead, he sat with Matthew’s high chair facing him and feeding him some vanilla pudding, cooing to him softly.

The child, all round soft eyes and tumbling curls that framed his round, chubby cheeks peered up at his father, rose pink lips smacking lightly at the vanilla pudding. It wasn’t the same that he was used to, and was somehow more rich and thick, making it most difficult for a tiny mouth such as his to consume the bites from the little plastic spoon in a reasonable amount of time.

He reached a hand up, little palm patting lightly at Arthur’s hand as if to say, ‘Sorry, Daddy, but it’s very good and I would really like to enjoy it, please’. He cooed at Arthur as he smiled around his spoon. Once he had swallowed he mumbled a happy little “Yummy!” as he wiggled his red converse clad feet.

The guests of the wedding were dancing not far away and their spinning gowns, glittering and shimmering in the multicolored lighting was hardly a distraction from his pudding and his Daddy’s attention. It was loud, though, but that was okay. Matthew was used to loud performances.

Another child was squirming at a table not far away, dying for his chance to get up and run among the guests and dance to the music. Ms. Lili had said something about the Groom not wanting children on the dance floor, so he was left sitting, pouting, and pushing around the thick chocolate fondant from his piece of cake.

Papa hadn’t come by the table for a while and Alfred had started to get bored. There wasn’t anyone to play with or talk to. Glancing around, he spotted a bunch of guys at a table that he instantly recognized as the members of the band that had just played. Well! That was exciting!

Checking to make sure Ms. Lili wasn’t paying attention, Alfred slid out of his seat and hurried over to the table, slicked back blonde hair making his bright blue eyes look bigger and rounder than normal.

“Scuse me, Mister…I was wondering if it’s fun to play in a band?” he asked one in particular, the biggest one at the table. He looked so cool with all of those tattoos!

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bleusapphire:

Everything was supposed to be perfect.

And not just “it’ll do” or “if you slide this in front, no one will know” perfect. Everything that wedding planner Francis Bonnefoy did was meant to be flawlessly wonderful down to the bare minimum details. This wedding was no different. 

Briskly as ever, he moved down a set of marble and glass stairs, long wavy hair tied back in an elegant pony tail as he smiled politely at guests taking a seat in the ivory and plum decorated chairs. It was nearly sundown and the weather coudn’t have been more ideal: gentle, warm, a light breeze and not a cloud in sight. Stars were beginning to sparkle in the twilight sky furthest from the sun and the first notes of a 5 piece string quartet floated on the air sweetly. 

It was perfect. 

And he could hear the murmurs about how the attendees thought it so. 

Slipping an ear piece in place, he radioed his assistants, letting them know they were on in 5 as he went to check in with the bride; a Hungarian, saucy lady that sang back up to some new upcoming band. She was tall and lovely, a little bit bitchy, but what bride wasn’t. He rounded a corner in the east wing of the rented space and smiled as she was being fussed over by her bridesmaids, all floating on the tile in their midnight purple gowns. 

“Ladies,” he started softly, motioning to table full of glittering bouquets. He whispered reminders to keep their heads up and their steps small and to hold their flowers down so everyone could see them. 

Leaving them to their last minute whispers, Francis checked on the men, straightening their boutonniere’s and reminding them not to pick up another alcoholic beverage until the reception. As he walked away from them and back out into the cool ceremony space, he sent a message to his technicians to lower the lights. 

“Show time,” he murmured, content to watch from his higher perch in the back. He jumped when he felt a tug at his pant leg and peered down at a pair of bright blue eyes. 

“Alfred…you’re supposed to be waiting with Ms. Lilli,” he chastised lightly as his little son pouted and attempted to straighten his bright blue vest. 

Francis knelt to straighten him before standing and lifting him against his side. “Alright…you can watch, but you have to be quiet, okay?” he told the boy and was met with a blonde head nodding.

The ceremony could’nt have gone better, it was perfect down from the rings to the kiss. As the guests meandered into the west wing of the elegant building, Francis followed slowly , Alfred at his side. 

When a dear friend was to get married, close friends were supposed to be excited for the newlyweds. That was all fine and dandy, but things were different when a dear friend was marrying a complete asshole. 

Arthur didn’t like him, not even in the slightest bit. Arthur was always one to hold a grudge, and after taking his keyboardist away from him because he couldn’t handle her playing keyboard in their rock band definitely caused a grudge to form. Regardless, Arthur attended the wedding, not for Roderich, but for Elizabeta. She wanted the band to play at her wedding, and Arthur made sure to come through for her.

Arthur had left with the three other members of the band directly after the ceremony had been over to go set up on stage. The whole time, Arthur was thankful that he had such an obedient two year old to suffer through the quick moving. Gently, he set the little blonde down into a highchair at his table and adjusted his little red bowtie. He set his sippie cup of apple juice in front of him before making his way back to the stage. 

“IIII’m sorry, but what Roderich’s doing is just… so unawesome. I liked having Elizabeta in the band.. now we have to go on and be famous without her.. That sucks!” Gilbert had probably one of the most upset about the change the band was going through. The five of them were like a family, having been together for the longest time, but Gilbert had grown up with her, so since childhood, they had been together, and to be just taken away from something he knew was important to her just pissed him off. That’s what everyone else was there for. Kjell provided the chocolate, while Ivan held him back, and Arthur kept things as calm as he could. 

“Gilbert, you’re not the only one pissed off about this, but there’s nothing we can do but be there for her. Now quit your complaining and tune your guitar. You were off the last concert, and you best not be off today, or the newlyweds will be pissed.” Arthur kept his eye on Matthew who had seemed to find his sippie cup the most fascinating thing since sliced bread. 

Arthur didn’t like when the band was upset, especially when he was just as upset as them, and he really hated when he couldn’t do a damn thing about it, but he wouldn’t let it ruin the music. He wanted the boy’s, if anything, to be angry, because he knew their emotion would be focused in the music; Ivan would beat the hell out of the drums, Gilbert would strum his guitar like never before, and Kjell would keep the base rhythm moving, so unfortunately, the anger was always to their advantage during shows.

Finishing up quickly, they waited for  the go ahead to start their playing.

“No, no, Alfred…please come back,” a soft voice pleaded, the sound of hurried heels tapping against the smooth floor mingling with the voices of people talking around their tables and the DJ’s music playing. Lilli had watched Alfred since the boy was born and he was always rambunctious….but tonight the 4 year old seemed to move at the speed of light, intent on not staying in his designated chair. 

The little blonde woman worried that Alfred would perhaps trip someone or knock over the cake or…Lilli whined to herself before a pair of little arms wrapped around her knees.

“Miss Lilli I found you!” Alfred cried, giggling happily as the girl turned to pick up the boy. 

“Oh thank goodness, Alfred…your daddy is so stressed right now, it’s best you stay with me for the rest of the night, okay?”

Alfred had no problem agreeing. Miss Lilli was heading for a table with a piece of cake on it! On their way there, they passed an empty table with a little boy, attempting to drink all he could of his sippy and Alfred waved excitedly. He didn’t know him but it was always fun to wave!

Francis sighed however as he placed down his champagne flute and moved slowly behind the stage set up on the side of the reception space. He was not exactly thrilled to be speaking to a bunch of band members that were probably covered in tattoos and ready to destroy his perfect, elegant wedding.

Clearing his throat, he grasped a clipboard his assistant handed him and peered at the  band’s set up list. A few songs and one slow one at the end that the newlyweds would dance to. Fine.

“Are you all ready to begin?” 

Everything was supposed to be perfect.

And not just “it’ll do” or “if you slide this in front, no one will know” perfect. Everything that wedding planner Francis Bonnefoy did was meant to be flawlessly wonderful down to the bare minimum details. This wedding was no different. 

Briskly as ever, he moved down a set of marble and glass stairs, long wavy hair tied back in an elegant pony tail as he smiled politely at guests taking a seat in the ivory and plum decorated chairs. It was nearly sundown and the weather coudn’t have been more ideal: gentle, warm, a light breeze and not a cloud in sight. Stars were beginning to sparkle in the twilight sky furthest from the sun and the first notes of a 5 piece string quartet floated on the air sweetly. 

It was perfect. 

And he could hear the murmurs about how the attendees thought it so. 

Slipping an ear piece in place, he radioed his assistants, letting them know they were on in 5 as he went to check in with the bride; a Hungarian, saucy lady that sang back up to some new upcoming band. She was tall and lovely, a little bit bitchy, but what bride wasn’t. He rounded a corner in the east wing of the rented space and smiled as she was being fussed over by her bridesmaids, all floating on the tile in their midnight purple gowns. 

“Ladies,” he started softly, motioning to table full of glittering bouquets. He whispered reminders to keep their heads up and their steps small and to hold their flowers down so everyone could see them. 

Leaving them to their last minute whispers, Francis checked on the men, straightening their boutonniere’s and reminding them not to pick up another alcoholic beverage until the reception. As he walked away from them and back out into the cool ceremony space, he sent a message to his technicians to lower the lights. 

“Show time,” he murmured, content to watch from his higher perch in the back. He jumped when he felt a tug at his pant leg and peered down at a pair of bright blue eyes. 

“Alfred…you’re supposed to be waiting with Ms. Lilli,” he chastised lightly as his little son pouted and attempted to straighten his bright blue vest. 

Francis knelt to straighten him before standing and lifting him against his side. “Alright…you can watch, but you have to be quiet, okay?” he told the boy and was met with a blonde head nodding.

The ceremony could’nt have gone better, it was perfect down from the rings to the kiss. As the guests meandered into the west wing of the elegant building, Francis followed slowly , Alfred at his side. 

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“I have an idea,” he whispered suddenly, holding Matthew close as he slid through the cave. Into the dark he moved, only stopping when he reached the back of the cave. Gently, he passed his chick to Arthur, before splaying his hands on the rocks. 

Searching over the rocks, he nearly sang in relief when he felt a cool breeze whistle past his fingers. Tugging, he found the rocks came apart quite easily, and with a few moved, he could easily see outside. When the opening was big enough, he pushed through as quietly as he could, peering around in the moonlight to determine if anything had seen him.

Coast clear, Francis turned and opened his arms, offering to take the children one at a time so that Arthur could get out as well. The children were each still sleeping, curled up almost as tight as they could get in their blankets. And at least this way they had a chance to escape virtually unseen. 

With a deep breath, Arthur handed Matthew to Francis, keeping Alfred close to his body and slid outside of the cave. It was thanks to Francis’ thinking about escaping through the back of the cave that they had a good start in escaping to find a new home. But he didn’t want to jinx them, so he kept all thoughts positive on just finding a new home and getting out of the danger.

If was a difficult task when all that was on Arthur’s mind was the creature that Francis claimed to have seen. It was a creature similar to them that the humans were holding, it only made him wonder why.

Shaking out his thoughts, he followed behind Francis, sliding through the forest quickly and quietly, keeping low to the ground to make it harder to be spotted. He prayed that the boys wouldn’t wake up whining or something that could potentially put them in danger. 

Francis felt as though they had been moving all night. But no matter how far they went and how cool the night became, the children didn’t make a sound. They finally found a dense area, and an abandoned little dirt and mud cave, most likely from some sort of fox family. It wasn’t nearly their cave, nor did it have their supply of water, but it was shelter and it was warm enough. 

Carefully,he followed Arthur in, their tails brushing and coiling in the tight space. They didn’t really have the luxury of worrying about things such as personal spaces   as the children curled up between them, snuggling together and sharing blankets. Blinking at Arthur from across the small, dimly lit space, Francis could only give him a small, grim smile. This was better than being caught and subject to God knows what. 

Arthur had just been glad to have made it as far as they had in the amount of time they had been moving for. Settling down to sleep for the night was much needed. He didn’t like to think about just how much danger they were in. He wanted things to be like when he first met Francis and when they first started raising the chicks. The only good thing now was that he was still with Francis still raising the chicks, and it didn’t seem like that was going to change anytime soon.

Moving from his position across from Francis, he curled up closer, finding a spot right in front of the French snake as he pulled the children closer. Arthur liked the thought of them being a family like this, though he wouldn’t voice such opinions openly, he was content keeping it to himself. At least, he would until they could settle down in a new home permanently. 

Blinking a little in surprise, Francis peered down at Arthur and the children pressed close to the English snake’s collar bone. He smiled, feeling a little better as he wrapped his arms around him, hugging him and the chicks close. 

“We’ll all be okay, as long as we stay together, cher,” he murmured to him, careful not to wake the children. He closed his eyes and brushed his nose along his hair line, content to share warmth between them to keep each other and the babies warm. 

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In the morning, Alfred was the first to wake up. He pouted at being so close to his brother who was curled into the tightest ball possible, and his parents who had been closer to each other than he had ever remembered them being. 

Shifting onto his hands and knees he pushed out of their arms, and crawled out of the cave, peering around in complete confusion. He had no idea where they were and couldn’t smell any water around. But he was really thirsty!

Sneaking into a bush, he walked along the undergrowth of trees before he heard something rustling in the grass behind him. Gasping, Alfred flared his wings and tried to fly but got no further than hiding behind a tree where a hand grasped around his shoulder. He squeaked, wings flailing until a soft shushing noise reached his ears. 

“A-alfred, it’s me,” Matthew told him, removing his hand and worriedly glancing around. “W-we need to get back to M-mama and Papa b-before-“ 

He never got to finish his sentence before a shriek erupted from both his and his brother’s mouths. 

“M-Mattie! Run!” Alfred ordered his brother and the youngest of the two bolted, blindly running in the direction from whence they came, trying to get back to his parents. 

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“I have an idea,” he whispered suddenly, holding Matthew close as he slid through the cave. Into the dark he moved, only stopping when he reached the back of the cave. Gently, he passed his chick to Arthur, before splaying his hands on the rocks. 

Searching over the rocks, he nearly sang in relief when he felt a cool breeze whistle past his fingers. Tugging, he found the rocks came apart quite easily, and with a few moved, he could easily see outside. When the opening was big enough, he pushed through as quietly as he could, peering around in the moonlight to determine if anything had seen him.

Coast clear, Francis turned and opened his arms, offering to take the children one at a time so that Arthur could get out as well. The children were each still sleeping, curled up almost as tight as they could get in their blankets. And at least this way they had a chance to escape virtually unseen. 

With a deep breath, Arthur handed Matthew to Francis, keeping Alfred close to his body and slid outside of the cave. It was thanks to Francis’ thinking about escaping through the back of the cave that they had a good start in escaping to find a new home. But he didn’t want to jinx them, so he kept all thoughts positive on just finding a new home and getting out of the danger.

If was a difficult task when all that was on Arthur’s mind was the creature that Francis claimed to have seen. It was a creature similar to them that the humans were holding, it only made him wonder why.

Shaking out his thoughts, he followed behind Francis, sliding through the forest quickly and quietly, keeping low to the ground to make it harder to be spotted. He prayed that the boys wouldn’t wake up whining or something that could potentially put them in danger. 

Francis felt as though they had been moving all night. But no matter how far they went and how cool the night became, the children didn’t make a sound. They finally found a dense area, and an abandoned little dirt and mud cave, most likely from some sort of fox family. It wasn’t nearly their cave, nor did it have their supply of water, but it was shelter and it was warm enough. 

Carefully,he followed Arthur in, their tails brushing and coiling in the tight space. They didn’t really have the luxury of worrying about things such as personal spaces   as the children curled up between them, snuggling together and sharing blankets. Blinking at Arthur from across the small, dimly lit space, Francis could only give him a small, grim smile. This was better than being caught and subject to God knows what.