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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Shadowhunters_(TV), The_Shadowhunter_Chronicles_-_Cassandra_Clare
  Relationship:
      Magnus_Bane/Alec_Lightwood, Simon_Lewis/Raphael_Santiago, More_to_come
  Character:
      Magnus_Bane, Alec_Lightwood, Ragnor_Fell, Camille_Belcourt, Hodge
      Starkweather, Jonathan_Morgenstern, Raphael_Santiago, Simon_Lewis,
      Isabelle_Lightwood, Jace_Wayland, Robert_Lightwood, Maryse_Lightwood,
      Lydia_Branwell, Diana_Wrayburn, Maia_Roberts, Asmodeus_(Shadowhunter
      Chronicles), Original_Male_Character(s), Brother_Jeremiah_(Shadowhunter
      Chronicles), Catarina_Loss, Raziel_(Shadowhunter_Chronicles)
  Additional Tags:
      Possessive_Magnus_Bane, Insecure_Alec_Lightwood, Alec_Lightwood_Deserves
      Nice_Things, Nervous_Alec, Sad_Alec, Top_Magnus_Bane, Bottom_Alec
      Lightwood, Cuddly_Alec_Lightwood, Magnus_Bane_Is_A_Freewheeling_Bisexual,
      Camille_Belcourt_Being_An_Asshole, Ragnor_Fell_Is_Inspirational, Self-
      Esteem_Issues, Self_Confidence_Issues, Self-Acceptance_Issues, body_image
      issues, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Shy_Alec_Lightwood, Alec_Lightwood's
      Stutter, Physical_Abuse, Verbal_Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Jonathan_Morgenstern
      Being_An_Asshole, Bad_Parent_Maryse_Lightwood, Bad_Parent_Robert
      Lightwood, Hodge_Starkweather_Being_Awesome, Murderous_Magnus_Bane,
      Obsessive_Behavior, Growing_Hope, First_Kiss, Masturbation_in_Bathroom,
      References_to_Teen_Wolf_(TV), BAMF_Simon_Lewis, Tooth-Rotting_Fluff,
      Sleep_Deprivation, Mentions_of_Suicide
  Series:
      Part 1 of Becoming_Whole
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-06 Updated: 2018-03-28 Chapters: 32/? Words: 39000
****** Change Your Stars (Only For Yourself) ******
by ChelseasDeadSmile
Summary
     When Alexander Gideon Lightwood entered high school, he was the
     chubby version of a teen hiding his full potential despite knowing
     that, back in Kindergarten, the beautiful Magnus Bane didn't want him
     as his friend but his wife.
      
     Updated Every Tuesday!
Notes
     This story came to me after I was waking up a couple days ago so I
     decided to start writing on it to see if anything could come from it,
     and, well, it has. If Magnus progresses the way my mind is telling me
     he wants to, I'll be putting up additional tags to support it. Right
     now, however, I hope you all enjoy ^ ^
     Also, I know that some of the chapters will be incredibly short, but
     they just sometimes feel right ending where they do.
     School Started: Thursday September 7, 2017
     (This is the actual day that NYC schools started.)
***** Freshman Year, Thurs 9/7/2017 *****
When Alexander Gideon Lightwood entered high school, he was the chubby version
of a teen hiding his full potential despite knowing that, back in Kindergarten,
the beautiful Magnus Bane didn't want him as his friend but his wife. Alec
always looked back on that memory fondly, because Magnus had chosen him, Alec,
out of the entire class to proclaim to be his after just knowing him for five
whole hours.
 "Magnus, why aren't you making more friends? I'm sure Alec wants to play by
himself for a little while" Mrs. Epps tells the little Indonesian boy who,
after hearing what she said, puffed up like a Thanksgiving turkey looking for
all the world that he was attempting to look menacingly angry at the teacher.
Magnus opened his mouth and proclaimed, "Not friend, wife!" He then had grabbed
Alec's hand and took him to where the blocks were where they proceeded to stack
them one on top of the other until the tower fell down to the ground.
It was that day and everyday after it that Alec looked forward to spending with
his "husband" at the school the two of them were going to, but, even though he
hoped and wished Magnus would stay by his side, his little, beautiful, kind
husband left him when his family moved to California after his Dad got a job
offer he just couldn't refuse.
Now, in freshman year, Alec had perfected the art of being a shadow after
Magnus was forced away from him, Alec's personal, beautiful brand of sunlight
was forced away from him leaving him to learn how to maneuver in the crowded
hallways despite his size, learned to only speak when strictly spoken to, and
how to avoid the jocks that wished to make his life hell while his younger
siblings flourished in the spotlight of the popular crowds with their good
looks and equally loving attitudes.
While Alec took a giant step backward, they both took giant steps forwards
pulling away from their older brother who was hung up on a boy from the past, a
boy, who'd be the only person he could fall in love with; nobody else seemed
adequate enough to feel his love like the little boy that had told everyone
Alec was his wife rather than his friend.
That first day of high school, everyone was excited to come back together in
order to form new and old social bonds, yet, Alec couldn't possibly join them
since he wasn't one to have any social bonds - at all. Socializing was like
watching a charging bull running at him, and all Alec wanted to do was run for
his life away from it for fear of his peers finding out that he was incapable
of falling in love with anyone (even Annie Thomas who was the school's
bookworm, whom, rumoredly, had a threesome with two college Freshmen last
year.)
So, yes, socializing was moot, nonexistent, and utterly void of his day-to-day
life despite Izzy and Jace's attempts at getting him to open the hardened shell
that Alec used to protect himself from the constant negative comments from his
own parents and classmates. He knows he isn't the ideal elder son, big brother,
or friend but, aside from all of that, he was a very kind, loving, and loyal
person...if only the people in his life could see past his outer shell just to
see the boy underneath it all maybe, then, they'd accept him as he is - flaws
and all.
Right now, however, he's trying to evade Camille Belcourt at all costs; ever
since Magnus moved away, the teen has decided to try to make his life a living
hell (keyword there being try, since, she has never been able to catch him.) He
was weaving through the general populace of the school when he accidentally
bashes into someone as he was trying to see how far he was from Camille.
Toppling over one another, Alec's first response to the situation is to
immediately apologize, the next? Blush at the gorgeous face staring up at him,
and then proceed to get out of there like the hounds of hell were nipping at
his heels.
He never took the time to look at the beauty that he'd crashed into, because,
if he had, he'd have seen the little boy that he loved with all of his heart
staring back at him, only, he was all grown up now.
***** 9/7/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which we get introduced to an inspirational character who sees
     beyond what Alec is to who he should be.
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is a little longer than the first as I changed some
     things around from the original version of it.
     Warning: Accidental Self-Harm.
Do you know what humiliation feels like? People sometimes say it starts in your
head or your stomach, but, for Alec at least, it started at his heart. So
incredibly insecure is he that he, literally, takes every jab, every punch,
every bad word and look, everything that people throw at him that is negative
in any way to his heart and it serves the purpose to slowly kill him inside.
Unlike the average, popular, perception of the emotional community of teenagers
that find self-destruction more appealing than something more constructive in
dealing with their feelings, Alec finds throwing things much more soothing. He
likes to kick, hit, and throw his body around at inanimate objects that way he
is hurting something that isn't, really, himself; his idea of destruction is,
literally, demolishing something that isn't him or another human being since
he'd never be able to live with himself if he hurt someone else just to let
them feel what he was feeling...it wouldn't be right.
He exploded, he destructed, and now he's got gravel in his hands and blood
pouring from them after hitting the ground trying to get his humiliation,
anger, and hurt out. The first day of school and he already wanted out; he
wanted to leave despite his Mother and Father saying he couldn't miss one day
of school.
Taking deep breaths in order to close the floodgates to his heart, he got up
from the ground so he could have enough time to see the nurse before first
period. Making his way there, he made sure to cover the part of his hands where
his pinky fingers were so no one could see the blood dripping down from his
hands; he didn't want anyone thinking of him as more of a freak than they
already said he was.
Getting to the nurse's office without incident, Alec reluctantly tells the
nurse what happened to his hands without letting her know that he'd, virtually,
had a mental breakdown from all of the emotions already running rampant through
his mind. All he longed for while the nurse bandaged his hands was for his
sketch pad that had characters he'd drown in it that could take on the bullies
he is forced to face, who had so much courage and confidence in themselves that
they could tell them all off without really thinking about it, and had more
friends than Alec did...which was zero.
In his sketchpad, Alec was this attractive hero that was known for being stern
but fair, grumpy but kind, harsh but loving, he could shoot a bow and arrow
with ease, but, most importantly, he willingly flung himself head first into
battle when it came to facing his own, personal, demons. The Alec that he drew
was a man that was the glue to his family, the one that brought them all
together in the end after a hard-won battle between good and evil, and a man
that was unafraid of his feelings for an attractive man that had helped him
battle the greatest demon of all - himself.
The bell for first-period rings and Alec is forced to trudge to a room not far
away from the nurse's office. For his entire school career, he's been forced to
take Speech as his first class of each year, because the stutter that he
suffers from just refuses to go away even with all of the work that he and the
teachers are doing to just get it to lessen, but it always returns despite all
of the work both of them put into making it go away for a while.
He wasn't as hopeless as King Albert of England, but, it seems his mind just
couldn't stop the auditory flaw in his speech. He figured, if he could get past
it, maybe he would be able to start changing himself on the outside as said
before, however, it seemed to be near hopeless as it fought to remain right
where it's settled no matter what Alec and his teachers did.
Alec knew it had to be from some form of anxiety that's kept him this way, but,
like all teenagers that are as illogical as he was, he refused to believe he
had a social anxiety or whatever it was that was causing his stammer to remain
in place.
As he walked into the room, a man in his mid-to-late thirties was sitting in a
chair with the aura of a college professor, "Well, come on in and sit down, Mr.
Lightwood. I'm Ragnor Fell, your new speech therapist" Ragnor said motioning
Alec into the room and into a seat opposite him. "Now, from what I can see from
your file, it shows you can make progress, but, that progress seems to fall
back down to the level it was, do you know why?" Ragnor asked him taking off
his glasses so he could look at Alec directly.
Alec nodded his head not saying a word to the Englishman, "Come on then, use
your words" Ragnor coaxed trying to get Alec to open up his mouth and talk, but
Alec stubbornly refused not wanting to embarrass himself more than once that
day. "Alec, I know that many of them have gotten you to open your mouth and
talk eventually, but, my trick is to use that embarrassment that you're feeling
right now to fuel the fire into wanting to talk. Instead of shutting your mouth
to keep from embarrassing yourself with something you want to say just go on
and say it" Ragnor told him before getting up from his chair putting his
glasses down on the table between them.
"Hell, say a curse word for all I care. Scream the word fuck from the top of
your lungs, but use that embarrassment to show people that you have a voice and
you want to use it" the Brit says and, immediately, it was like the words
struck a chord within Alexander like no one else had been able too.
He tried to do as the man said by using the growing embarrassment he was
feeling to say the appointed word, "F-Fu-F-F..." he stopped in order to try to
build his courage up a little more, "That's it, Mr. Lightwood, that's it"
Ragnor encouraged trying to get Alec to spit the word out, "Fu-F-Fu-F" Alec
stuttered out, but nothing came of it which made him feel so sad and
embarrassed even more when he had tried to force himself to try getting one
word out on the first day.
"Hey, it's alright. This is just the first step that you'll be taking to
bettering yourself. I know you must be feeling even more embarrassed, sad, and
maybe even a little ashamed but you have to remember that we all start
somewhere. You trying just now shows that you have some determination in you
that says you can do what you set out to do even when you are feeling at your
lowest. Somewhere in there is a man wanting to come out and show the world who
he is" Ragnor says comforting Alec looking the flush-faced boy in the eyes
digging his words into the teenager.
Ragnor, from the second he looked into Alec's file then upon the boy, knew that
a man of potential was lying dormant within him; was lying in wait for the time
he could finally break out of the shell that was the soft exterior of a
teenager before him. The boy wasn't being allowed to break out from the shell,
because those around him kept hardening it hoping the potential he possessed
would, eventually, die; not on Ragnor's watch, no, never on his watch now.
He started mentally making plans for ways to get this teenager to stop
expressing his emotions in a way that wasn't his voice. If he could build this
teenagers self-esteem up to a level where he can stand on, the boy himself
would reach for the stars on his own; Alec knew what he wanted, he just didn't
have anyone to help him get there.
As the bell rang for the first period to end, Ragnor imparted one last piece of
advice to the teen, "Whenever you feel like the world is crashing in on you,
instead of taking it out on something that isn't constructive, try taking those
feelings of hurt and flipping them into something better - make someone else's
day brighter be it, someone, you know, or, a complete stranger. Maybe, then,
the weight of the bad will be turned into something good."
***** 9/7/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which we get a bit of a Malec moment before the Authoress screws
     it up horribly.
Chapter Notes
     Just a heads up, but I've decided to start updating every Tuesday so
     it can give me enough time to revise and edit chapters to lengthen
     them a bit more before I'm ready to post them up.
As he saw Alec get up from his seat and make his way towards the door, Ragnor
look on at him. The boy had such potential to do and be so many great things,
and yet, the boy wasn't being allowed to be them because he was looked down
upon by everyone that glimpsed at him, knew him, or even tried to befriend him
at some point. No one was seeing what Ragnor was seeing, they weren't seeing
the man that lied beneath the weight of the world.
Exiting the Speech room, Alec made his way to World Geography down the Freshman
hallway. Mr. Rodriguez seemed like a nice man as he tried to make World
Geography seem fun for them, but, all Alec could pay attention to was what Mr.
Fell told him - that he should use his embarrassment to fuel the fire of the
words he wishes to say to the people constantly hurting him, and to turn all
the negativity being thrown at him into something good. Something that could
start making himself feel like the world, did, want him - it just had a funny
way of showing it.
He didn't get how he was supposed to do what Mr. Fell said for him to do when
his peers never let him get a word in edgewise though. How was he supposed to
make them give him the time to stutter out one, simple, word that they can
easily say without a thought to it? He didn't know at all, but he desperately
wished to.
Standing up as the class ended, feeling the heavy weight of his emotions upon
his shoulders once more, he kept his head bowed as he trudged out of World
Geography. When he was walking down the hall, once again not paying attention
to where he was going, he bumped into someone on accident for a second time
that day, "Watch where you're going freak!" came a growled, annoyed, voice that
immediately clued Alec in on Raphael Santiago's presence. Cursing in his head
that he had been so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed Camille's right-hand
man standing right in front of him, he prepared himself for the verbal tongue
lashing that was sure to ensue.
"Tù estùpido pedazo de..." Raphael was going to rip him a new, Spanish worded,
wound right into Alec's heart when a hand on Raphael's shoulder stopped the
Hispanic teen in his tracks. "Now, now, I wouldn't want to hurt the poor boy's
feelings, especially, when the boy could turn your words right back to you one
day" came a voice so smooth it was like melted caramel drizzling on a hot
summer day. It made Alec want to swim in it and let it consume him never to let
go even if he drowned; it reminded him of how his little husband was trying to
make his voice sound when he was around Alec, ethereal, surreal, blink-and-you-
miss-it.
Bringing his light hazel eyes up to look at who was defending him, of all the
people in the hallway, and he swears he's seen Heaven for the first time in his
mortal life. This man was everything Alec wanted to be, confident, cool, and
utterly perfect. The jeweled golden green eyes gave the Asian away so easily in
his mind as he thought back to the little boy whose eyes were so captivating
when he was younger. There was no doubt in Alec's mind that this was his Magnus
Bane, his little husband.
The Asian teen, unexpectedly, walked closer to Alec taking him in, bending into
his ear so he could whisper into it, "I didn't recognize you before, but, oh,
how could I forget such beautiful eyes like those of my pretty, pretty wife."
Alec's whole being shuddered as his body seemed to get closer to the Asian
without him noticing, wanting to be closer to the man that resembled the little
boy he'd fallen in love with.
Alec longed to touch him, to feel him, to let Magnus encompass him in his arms
like he used to after Alec would scrape his knees in Kindergarten, but, but
Alec couldn't allow himself to do that. He couldn't give into the temptation
that Magnus was offering him and, yes, he firmly believes this handsome,
stunning, teenager was his Magnus from all those years ago - the resemblance
was too uncanny.
Taking a firm, hesitant, step back, Alec left the one person he loves with all
of his heart behind with him shouting, "Alec! Alec!" But he just kept walking
and weaving through the crowds in order to ditch him to make it to PE class.
Oh, his heart was in his throat having wanted to savor the feeling of being so
close to his sunlight once more, but he wasn't allowed to.
Magnus Bane was so far out of his league that Alec was sitting on the bench in
the dugout while he watched from afar as Magnus was playing baseball with the
other popular teenagers. Alec had convinced himself long ago that he wasn't
worthy of Magnus despite the yearning for him growing in his chest; he'd settle
for being able to look at him if only to save him from all of the darkness Alec
had surrounded and been surrounded by - he couldn't allow himself to snuff out
the one ray of sunlight in his life.
With a heavy heart, Alec enters PE class knowing that he should've stayed with
Magnus for an extra few seconds just to be able to absorb some of his
brightness, but Alec couldn't allow himself to indulge in his sunlight when he,
himself, can not give what is taken.
He couldn't deprive Magnus of the happiness he should be giving back to the
teen when all Alec is feeling is sadness, he couldn't throw his shadows over
him in hopes of him still shining brightly in the end.
He couldn't, he wouldn't, he isn't going to.
***** 9/7/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which we get a first glimpse into Magnus' mind before the
     Authoress hides while begging the readers forgiveness.
     Warning: Mild Graphic Violence.
Chapter Notes
     Just a quick bit of info: The Inland Taipan and Belcher's Sea Snake
     are two of the most venomous snakes on Earth and are both docile
     unless threatened.
Magnus was confused and hurt as the boy of his dreams ran away from him, but
the darkness, the sadness, the torment within his wife's eyes were so easy to
see if you knew just where to look. Someone or somebodies have hurt him to the
point that he's become such a different person to the loving, trusting, little
boy that Magnus had known when they were both younger. That little boy had a
spirit in him, but that spirit wasn't there when Magnus was able to see into
his eyes.
The spirit had been smothered away, but by what? He doesn't know, but he plans
to find out as he takes a deep breath into his lungs as confusion and hurt made
way for the fires of anger and possessiveness that started to kindle within
him. Whoever had hurt his beautiful wife would pay with anything and everything
he could possibly do to them short of murdering them in their sleep.
If he needs to Blackmail them, then so be it, if he had to find out their worst
fears and use it against them, then so be it, if he had to pull pranks on them
to get them to stop, then so be it. Magnus isn't above becoming petty with
whatever he needs to do to make Alexander's life better, after all, he vowed
the day he told the teacher the hazel-eyed boy was his wife that he'd do
anything to protect him and, now, Magnus had to start with getting in the good
graces of the one person who could be behind it all. The one person who, Magnus
knew, had grown too big for the panties they were.
Camille Belcourt.
The woman looked and acted like she owned the school even though she was only a
lowly Freshman. If Magnus had to play poor, new-boy-looking-for-friends, then,
the viper of a woman would be the first one he'd go to. He'd get into her good
graces, he'd trust her with little white lies he'd sprinkle to her while, in
turn, she'd be telling him anything and everything without knowing she'd be
opening her wide open trap about it all.
Camille may see herself as an Inland Taipan, but he was the Belcher's Sea
Snake, he'd make her cower before himself when all is said and done. He'd make
her look like nothing but a harmless Garden Snake when he was through with her,
and when he was, Alexander could start shining like the brightest star in the
sky; he'd shine with the likes of the sun, and such a bright sun he'd be.
His Alexander would be such a confident, amazing, and strong wife who'll show
everyone around him just how strong he is when he is given the ability to be
who he was supposed to be all this time, and they'll all wish they'd known him
from the beginning.
His beautiful, bright, shining star.
~~**~~
As Alec walked into PE, he dreaded what he knew was going to be coming from all
of his peers (both male and female) when they realize that Alec wasn't as
physically fit as they all were. Right as he walked through the gymnasium
doors, all he wanted to do was walk right back out of them, but he
couldn't...he wasn't allowed to if he wanted to pass Freshman year at all so he
forcefully made himself walk towards the Boy's Locker Room, and he was
immediately met with his male peers joking around while changing.
"Hey, hey, look who decided to make his unwelcomed presence known" Jonathan
Morgenstern laughed as looked directly at Alec who flinched and looked down
knowing that there was no Magnus to save him from a bully this time around, and
he hasn't even figured out what Ragnor was telling him by "using his
embarrassment to fuel the words he wants to say".
The shove to his chest came as a surprise immediately forcing him out of his
thoughts as Jonathan pushed him harshly into the lockers behind him, "I'm
talking to you freak!" Jonathan shouted as he then punched Alec in his left eye
just to make sure he had Alec's full attention.
Pain exploded in his head as the stronger teens fist made contact with his eye
and eye socket, but that was just the beginning of the beating that Jonathan
started giving him while everyone else just shouted slurs and degrading
comments at Alec not at all willing to help the downed boy despite knowing he
was hurting from all the kicks and hits that the teen was delivering to his
body...a few of them even willing to join in on the beating all because they
wanted to look cool in Jonathan's eyes.
None of them noticed a dark, messy-haired boy slip away from their crowd in
order to inform Mr. Starkweather about what was happening in the locker room.
The boy couldn't stand anyone being hurt no matter how people saw them; freak,
geek, punk, whatever - it wasn't right to hurt someone who was incapable of
fighting back, who didn't want to fight back.
"Hey! What's going on here?" Mr. Starkweather shouted at all the boys
surrounding the four or so boys laying into Alec with all their might. "Oh,
shit! Run!" another boy in the crowd shouted which resulted in a lot of the
boys to run out the locker room door leaving only Jonathan Morgenstern and four
other boys behind who were panting over an unmoving Alec.
"What the hell do you think you five are doing?" the older man growled out to
the five of them, but it was Jonathan that spoke up first. "Just teaching this
fat fuck a lesson" the teen spat out before, turning to Alec and hocking a
loogie onto his jacket covered arm, kicks him in his solar plexus again for
good measure.
A, by now unconscious, Alec let out a reflexive groan at the air was knocked
out of his body once more. Hodge narrowed his eyes at the boys menacingly, "I'm
ashamed of all five of you" he said in a disgusted tone of voice. The boy
behind him, Simon Lewis, was happy that he wasn't on the butt end of this man's
anger because he looked like he wanted to commit homicide with what the five
teens have done to Alec Lightwood.
Simon has, by no means, ever talked to the other teen, but he's seen that he
hasn't had such a good life growing up after Kindergarten; the kid had only one
friend ever, and that friend had moved away before he was able to really get
into school. Now, the guy had no one he could lean on for support or anything,
and everyone was either too afraid or too unwilling to become his friend...not
even his own siblings were his friends.
Isabelle Lightwood was, by far, one of the most popular people in their
Elementary school along with the blonde-haired Jace Wayland, but neither of
them had stuck up for Alec once; they just did what the popular kids did, and
shamed Alec for anything and everything they could. Everyone Simon had talked
with trash talked Alec just because it was the popular thing to do.
But even Simon was at fault and, as he watched Hodge escort all five of the
teens to the Principal's office with strict instructions to call 911 for Alec,
he felt like one of the most horrible people on the entire planet as he went to
sit by the unconscious boy. He, himself, never tried to befriend Alec, he never
once even looked at him or the people he was forced to be around...he just
trudged on with his life not caring to think about others outside of the people
he was friends with; he never spoke poorly about Alec, but it was all the same
that he never tried to be there for him either.
After calling 911, he sat there in a fetal position beside the teen that
everyone teased and tormented, and he let the guilt of knowing he didn't even
try to stop Jonathan from beating him up all through the last ten, painful,
minutes of Alec's life.
He didn't do anything for the first ten years of it either...he'd just sat back
and watched.
***** 9/7/2017 - Fri 9/8/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which we finally meet Maryse and Robert, and a worried Hodge
     Starkweather. Also, Alec lets everyone in on what he wants to be.
Bleary eyes open up, as best as they can, to take in a white room with two
overhead lights that are currently turned off then, moving to look around the
room, spots a couple of empty chairs to the left side, and one chair on the
right side occupied by, whom Alec guessed, was his PE Teacher Mr. Starkweather
who was currently reading a book with a desk lamp on giving him just enough
light to read it.
"M-M..." Alec tried to start stuttering out, but the pain in his mouth came
full force upon him making him stop all attempts at actually trying to get any
words out of his mouth, but his trying wasn't in vain when the older man looked
up to see Alec wide awake and in pain. "Alec, thank the gods you woke up. You
made Ragnor and I think you wouldn't for a minute there" he said as he moved
himself and his chair closer to Alec's right side.
Alec went still even though he was in an immense amount of pain because he
wasn't used to someone (let alone two people) actually caring about him for
more than pushing him into things or saying hurtful words to him. He was used
to torment and teasing, and yet, here is this man that Alec doesn't even know
saying that he'd been frightened when Alec hadn't woken in some sort of time
limit that he and his Speech teacher had agreed upon thus leading to them being
worried about him.
It made something inside him ache in a way that he hasn't felt in a long time,
but him feeling such things was very dangerous as it was liable to lead people
to taking advantage of that small spark of light within him, so, he forced
himself to smother it before it could grow from the teachers caring words. He
was expecting any minute now for his parents to come barging into the room and
demanding he "gets up off his fat, useless ass" so they could all go home and
be ready for another day tomorrow.
He's never been beaten up this harshly before, it's usually a few punches
without any real power behind them, but, the power had been behind every single
punch, kick, and stomp made by the five teenagers that'd beaten him this time
around. They'd been out for blood, and blood they had gotten if his lips and
nose had anything to say about it.
"Hey, I know you're in pain, but can you tell me what caused Jonathan
Morgenstern, along with the other boys, to want to beat you up? I can more than
likely guess it was an unprovoked attack, but I need you to tell me what
happened" Mr. Starkweather asked him softly looking so caring that all Alec
wanted to do was to blurt out how miserable his whole life has been up to that
point, but he couldn't, so, he started trying to answer the question while
moving his mouth as little as possible.
"I-I j-ju-j-just w-wa-w...walked int-in-into th-t-the l-l-l-lock-locker ro-ro-
room" Alec stuttered out knowing that he'd barely made any sense in his
stuttering and was embarrassed to know that Mr. Starkweather would, more likely
than not, ask him to repeat his answer which would just lead to even more
stuttering from him. But, as it seemed, the older man had pieced together what
he'd said with just a little review over the words Alec had just said in his
head, "You had just walked into the locker room? You didn't do anything to
provoke any of them?" Hodge asked the shaken up teenager in order to clarify
what he was saying.
Alec just shook his head in the negative not trusting he wouldn't stutter out
the word "no". A light touch on his aching arm made him look back up to the
teacher sitting beside him, "It's alright, Alec. They'll more than likely get
expelled as Idris doesn't condone violence towards others" he said giving Alec
a small, pitying, smile in return for all the information that the pained boy
could give him.
Suddenly, the door opened allowing a Doctor and, much to Alec's distress, Mr.
and Mrs. Lightwood into the room both of whom looked like they wanted to spit
venom at anyone who dared tried to talk to them, "Get up off that bed,
Alexander" hissed Mrs. Lightwood who looked about ready to strike out at her
eldest son, but, when Alec went to do as he was told, Hodge put a firm, caring
hand on his shoulder in order to push him back down onto the bed.
"I think we should hear what the Doctor has to say before he does anything that
could compromise any injuries he has should he move too soon or too quickly"
Mr. Starkweather countered back to the couple who turned their sights from Alec
to him instead, "I don't think you heard my wife correctly, Mr. Starkweather,
we are here to take Alec home so he can be ready for school tomorrow. He isn't
allowed to miss one day of school" Robert angrily told the man that was
sticking up for his son when many wouldn't have. When he, himself, refuses to.
The Doctor, sensing the growing tension between teacher and parents, decides to
cut in so he can tell them all about Alec's condition, "He has bruises over
seventy percent of his body, a fractured nose, busted lips, and a couple of
fractured ribs. I'd suggest he stays home for a few days to recuperate.
Doctor's orders" he informed the three who were still having a standoff in
front of him, but his no non-sense attitude put the win in the teacher's corner
rather than the parents who looked even more furious than before, but, this
time, it was directed at him.
Alec, not wanting them to get even angrier than they already were, took the IV
out of his left hand, took the sensors monitoring him off, and then stood up
holding his ribs with his left arm. He was a little wobbly, but, that was
expected after he'd just woken up from being beaten unconscious. "L-Le-L-Lets
ju-j-jus-just g-go ho-h-hom-home" Alec stuttered out as he started to, albeit
slowly, make his way to the hospital room door so he can escape the tension
between his parents and the teacher claiming to care about him.
"You'll need to sign him out," the Doctor said motioning both of the angry
parents out of the room as well leaving Hodge Starkweather to look on after
them so angry he couldn't see straight. The man had wanted to plead to the
Doctor to keep Alec there overnight so the teen could get some proper rest
before he was forced to face the people he, sadly, called his parents, but he
knew that wasn't going to happen even if he wanted it too, so, he just sighed
in resignation and left the room as well, knowing, that he'd see Alec the next
day at school despite his injuries.
~~**~~
It was raining by the time the three Lightwood's left the hospital, and it
seemed to help calm Robert and Maryse Lightwood's moods slightly to the point
that they just ignored their injured son who was using the right passenger side
door to hold himself up so his ribs would ache less.
The dreary outside world seemed to be trying to call him back to sleep but, he
knows from experience, that he shouldn't fall asleep in the car least Robert or
Maryse need to make a sudden business stop on their way home and they need Alec
to look somewhat presentable in front of the people they would be meeting.
Alas, the three made it home without an issue, and that made Alec very happy.
The tension in the car was stifling beyond belief, and all he longed for right
now was the sanctuary of his bedroom where he could hide away from all that
wished to throw more hurt, more anger, and more pain his way; in his bedroom,
he was allowed to dream. He was allowed to dream of being an astronaut, a
veterinarian, a soldier, or, a firefighter.
All of them being respectable jobs, and all of them not what his parents want
him to become. They'd had dreams for him while he was having dreams of his own,
but at every twist and turn, he has disappointed them and, well, that was
nothing new.
 
***** 9/8/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which the Authoress uses a canon scene for shiggles, and so we can
     understand what Alec wishes life could be.
Like clockwork, despite the immense amount of pain he was currently in, Alec
Lightwood made his way to school riding the school bus. His parents could've
taken him, but they viewed him as the family disappointment so it was only
natural to treat him like the disappointment they saw him as so he was forced
to ride the bus along with all of the other kids that were his age who didn't
have cars...yet.
Once they were old enough to take their Drivers Test in Sophmore and Junior
years, they'd be getting shiny cars with the money their prestigious parents
can buy before wrecking them a couple weeks later just to get another brand new
car after that.
They were so lucky to have parents that love them, and Alec was, silently,
willing to admit he was envious of them all; their parents loved them to the
ends of the Earth and back, or, well enough to get them a car for their
sixteenth birthdays while Alec would more than likely get another gym
membership that he'd never use since he'd rather not make a fool of himself in
front of people he knows or doesn't know.
While on the school bus when he wasn't thinking of how lucky his peers are, he
puts his head against the glass window in order to stare at the passing scenery
while his mind tuned into a world much more different than his own...
 The scene started out in Alec and Magnus' favorite bar called The Hunter's
Moon, it was where Downworlders (people of magical and mythical origin) and
Shadowhunters (those that slay Demons and the odd too-far-into-their-own-egos
Downworlders) go to get away from an overbearing life to loosen up and have fun
with good people, good drinks, and some good oldfashioned pool, which,
coincidentally, was what both men were currently playing.
Magnus was dressed in all black with a white, grey, and black silk scarf around
his neck under a coat that could be nearly called a trench coat while Alec had
a little more color to his wardrobe with wearing brown cargo pants (whoever
makes a Deadpool joke will have to face the wrath of an imaginary Alec) who had
one pool cue in his hand while Magnus had the other was able to take three
shots sinking the exact same number of balls.
Thinking he could boast a little he says, "See? Just like archery, it's all
about the aim, Magnus" as he examines the table in order to see his next best
move. "Who knew there could be so many similarities?" Magnus questions as he,
patiently, waits for his turn to play against the hazel-eyed Hunter.
The way Magnus asks the question, to an outside perspective, it sounds as if
he'd already known about the similarity - as if Alexander was just rehashing a
discussion that he'd already had with someone in his past a very long time ago.
As Alec lines up his shot and thrusts the stick forward, the cue ball bounces
off the number nine stripe ball while making a glancing hit with the number
eleven one as well, this time, not sinking one ball into one pocket. Admitting
defeat, Alec's little ego boost deflates back to its natural, normal, size
while he says, "Can't win 'em all." It was Magnus' turn to play, and Alec had
severely underestimated the talented High Warlock, he forgot just how many
years the man had, had to practice playing Billards during his long life.
"Wait, did you do your thing?" Alec asks as he makes a flimsy motion with his
right had to indicate that Magnus had somehow used his magic to help him
unfairly win. Magnus came back with an ingenious quip though, "Haven't you
heard the saying? If you can't find the one being hustled in a pool hall, then
it's probably you" as he proceeded to pop the cue ball over the black eight
ball expertly sinking the striped thirteen into the side pocket. "Okay?" Magnus
asks him as if challenging the archer to play more aggressively with him rather
than the lazy way he had been.
Taking on the challenge from the Warlock, Alec responded, "Okay" a couple more
times before saying, "Yeah, let's play" as he got himself ready to really focus
on the game rather than the enticing, playful, and coy man standing before him.
A sudden jerk and a knock to Alec's already injured head pulled him from his
reverie forcing him to clear up his blurred sight to see what little he could
of Idris High standing dauntingly before him. Sighing as the ache in his chest
(both mental and physical) crushed him that he couldn't see what happened next
in Alec's whirlwind of a life with the charismatic Magnus Bane (yes, he was the
teen that inspired the man) he begrudgingly got up from his seat after having
made sure that everyone else got off before him in order to prevent any more
harm that could come to his injuries.
Pulling up the hood of his jacket, he made his way down the stairs of the bus
and into just the second day of an already deplorable Freshman year of high
school. Just day two, and he already wanted to drop out just so he could run
away to a place where he knew no one and no one knew him.
***** 9/8/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which we see Magnus and Alec actually interact without Alec
     running away from him.
Chapter Notes
     Also, I've made the school year concurrent with the current NYC
     school year which is why the chapters are now going to be dated
     rather than left blank.
     I've also written out class schedules in order to keep myself in
     check of where all of the characters will be as they are introduced
     into the story, or just to know where they will be when they interact
     with one another.
     Other than those two bits of information, enjoy the newest chapter!
Walking into the building itself was relatively easy, what wasn't however, was
the shocked and disturbed looks the teens had on their faces after they saw his
two black eyes and the bandages on his nose and lips. He already knew they were
speculating what had happened to him, but, it doesn't take a rocket scientist
to figure out that he'd gotten the snot beat out of him.
As he made his way down the Freshman Hallway, he made sure to cover as much of
his face and body as he could; he even tilted his head down and looked at the
floor to ensure no one got a real clear look at him while he was silently
hoping beyond hope that no one even tried to talk to him today.
Yeah, like that was ever going to happen when the magnificent Magnus Bane has
come back into his life and seemed to be hellbent on getting Alec's attention
despite his own wants of just being left alone. Camille had lost a bit of
interest in making his life a living hell, but, Jonathan had just shown a new
spotlight on him that he'd rather try to shake before it was too late.
But, as Alec just said, Magnus was hellbent, and so hellbent was he that he
actually walked right into Alec's field of vision with his beautiful blue suede
oxfords with deep purple trim, gray slacks that looked like they were made to
be worn by him only, and a blue button up that was open enough to show a bit of
his beautifully toned chest that was just tempting Alec to mark it even though
he dared not even try to imagine doing such a thing.
"Oh, my beautiful, beautiful wife, what happened to you?" the ethereal-voiced
man asked in a soft, sad tone of voice as he tilted Alec's chin up slightly in
order to get a better look at him and the injuries that he'd sustained
yesterday.
Alec just gave a half-hearted shrug as his answer not wanting to embarrass
himself with an actual stuttered response; showing up injured to school is one
thing, stuttering to the most beautiful man that absolutely refused to leave
well enough alone is an entirely different issue.
"Tell me who did this to you, and I'll make them pay," Magnus said to him in a
tone that promised more than just bruises and busted noses to the people that
dared to harm him, but, once more, Alec tried to deflect the statement with a
shrug, but he didn't expect Magnus to allow a shrug to be his only answer
again.
Shaking Alec's head slightly to make him look at Magnus as best as he could in
the eyes, he says, "Answer me, Alexander. I allowed the first shrug to be a
sufficient answer, but this time I want to know who thought they could harm my
beautiful wife, and get away with it."
His tone held the same anger as he told Alec to answer him, but all Alec wanted
to do was just go to the Nurse or Mr. Fell so he can just ignore Magnus and his
willingness to defend Alec's honor completely. So many people willing to care
for him now of all times is starting to make the hope he thought he'd smothered
out yesterday grow into a flickering light.
He couldn't allow it to grow too brightly, but it was. It was making him think
that, possibly, there were people out there that liked him for who he was, and
not the expectations of who he should be, and that's how he found himself, in
the middle of the hallway, stuttering out the names of the boys who'd hurt him
yesterday to the elegant teenager who seemed to be the beautiful puppeteer to
his marionette.
If Magnus pulled a string just right, he can have Alec telling him things he's
never told anyone before, and it frightened him but also made him feel like
maybe, just maybe, he could allow himself to let Magnus into his heart before
sealing the wall shut again, but he couldn't just yet.
Magnus was bound to be in the popular crowd, and everyone in the popular crowd
hated Alec with enough energy to power an A-Bomb which always made him take the
brunt of their hurtful words, and he desperately hopes Magnus doesn't turn out
like anyone else in his life; doesn't want him turning into another person who
wishes to see Alec disappear without a trace.
Magnus, in an unexpected action, presses his forehead to Alec's with a
determined look in his eyes, "Everything will be alright, my darling. They will
get what they did to you tenfold, I'll make sure of that. What I want you to do
right now, however, is to get to Mathematics class then, after that, I'll pick
you up in order to walk you to World Geography. If anyone, and I mean anyone,
makes fun of you, hurts you any more than you already are, or even glances at
you with a hurtful look, I want you to come to me. I will not tolerate my
beautiful wife being hurt."
Magnus proclaiming that he would beat up anyone that would want to harm Alec in
any way makes him blush and nod his head.
He had never expected for someone to be so kind to him just two days into his
Freshman year but, maybe, this year could be a good one. Maybe, with Mr. Fell's
help, he could start feeling a little bit better about himself.
But time would only tell if the little flicker of hope inside himself would be
allowed to grow, or, to be extinguished just as quickly as it'd been lit.
***** 9/8/2017 *****
Chapter Notes
     Admittedly, I forgot today was the day I am supposed to be
     updating...My life has become busy as of late, but never fear! I will
     try to keep getting chapters out each and every week! Thank you all
     for the love and support you're giving this story, and I hope to keep
     this baby going up until the end!
As he watched Alexander walk towards his first-period class, Magnus was pissed
enough to spit venom as he made his way to Earth Science class planning some
very lethal ways on killing the five teens that had dared to harm what was his.
That was what Alexander was in his mind, Alexander was his..." property" for
lack of a much better word. Alexander was his to hold, his to touch, his to
admire, his to bring the greatest of pleasures to, and, most of all, his to see
the tears of whenever he'd been hurt by those that dared to touch what wasn't
theirs.
It pissed Magnus off to no end that Jonathan Morgenstern, Thomas Mayes, Jose
Johnson, Manuel Raskin, and David Bell had all touched his Alexander, they'd
touched someone that wasn't theirs to touch and it made him absolutely
murderous.
"What's gotten into you?" Lily Chen (Raphael's best friend) asked him as she
sat at his table. She could've sat with John Monteverde, Diana Wrayburn, or Bat
Velasquez, but, no. Lily Chen decided that his pissed off expression somehow
turned him into the literal sun, and she decided to sit beside him now of all
times.
"I'd rather not talk about it" he quipped as he opens his book to the first
chapter of his textbook hoping to ignore her as he thought of even more ways of
mutilating five teenaged boys bodies and getting away with it scott-free.
Lily wasn't having any of it as she looks at him with a knowing look, "I saw
you with that kid that got knocked out yesterday, you seem pretty close" she
says as if wanting to get Magnus to open up about his relationship with
Alexander Lightwood, but, Magnus learned from the best of them on how to be a
closed book and stay closed from the people he doesn't care about.
For Alexander, he'd allow the boy to read every word about him until he had his
fill of knowing who Magnus is, why he acts how he does, and what makes Magnus
tick should Alexander ever anger him by accident. For Lily Chen? He'll write a
sentence then when she's not looking, erase it away so he remains a mystery to
her. "I don't know what you want me to tell you, but I'll warn you once and
once only - stay away from Alexander if you know what's good for you" he growls
at her before he gets up, takes his textbook, and then goes to sit beside Diana
Wrayburn.
Diana seemed to have an innate understanding of when people need to get
distracted away from the thoughts rolling through their head so, like any good
possible friend, she starts talking about fashion with him which is one subject
he's never been able to turn down talking about.
Though during the time learning about the Nature of Science, Magnus still finds
himself wandering off to darker thoughts that include mutilation of certain
sensitive parts of five certain teens, he forces himself to think about his
Alec and how beautiful his face will look once more after its healed; not to
say that a bruised Alexander wasn't absolutely kissable, but, Magnus would
rather not cause his wife, even more, pain that he was currently in.
Once the bell rang, his thoughts turned from murderous to happy in the time
span of a single second as he thought about picking his favorite person up from
class.
If it seemed like he was staking his claim on the absolutely cuddly teenager,
that was for him to know and everyone to deal with; as Magnus has been
insinuating for the last hour, he will get revenge on anyone who harms him, or,
threatens to take his Alexander away from him. Call it an unhealthy obsession
all you want to, but he thinks he has a rather healthy outlook on life.
As soon as he made it to the door of Mr. Ap Nudd's classroom, he didn't see
Alexander anywhere in immediate sight so he looked into the room to see him
slowly putting his notebook and textbook back into his bag as if wanting to
avoid the rush of his fellow peers leaving.
"Hello, my darling" Magnus greeted as he walked over to his desk taking a seat
on it. Magnus knew from experience that too much weight on the actual desk
itself can tip it forward so he didn't put all of his weight on it.
"H-He-Hey" Alec greeted back as he stood up, made to put his bag on his right
shoulder, but was intercepted by Magnus who took the heavy bag to put it on his
own. The bag was a lot heavier than Magnus had expected, and it concerned him a
little that Alec was carrying all that weight on his hurt body, but, he decided
not to mention anything about it...yet.
On their way to World Geography, Magnus talked about a few things with
Alexander making sure he gave him plenty of time to answer in his cute stutter
that Magnus just wanted to record over his phone just to listen to on repeat.
He knew, eventually, that Alec would grow out of his stutter but, if he never
did, Magnus would always feel happy and content listening to it.
When they made it to the door, Magnus was tempted to walk him all the way to
his seat, but he knew he'd be taking it too far too quickly with his Alexander
so he satisfied himself with placing a kiss on Alexander's uninjured cheek just
to get that lovely rose red blush to appear on his cheeks.
Oh, if only he could find paint the exact same shade as it, his bedroom walls
would be that color. The color that would pull him into thoughts of his
beautiful wife's constant blush - it was an image he would never soon let go.
"I'll see you later, love," Magnus tells him pulling away. Dropping Alexander's
bag against him so he barely has to bend down to get it, Magnus walked away
towards the Gym hoping he will finally be able to pay better attention in this
class than his last one.
***** 9/8/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Alec can't distract himself from Magnus until Diana forces
     him to, and then his dark mood returns.
Chapter Notes
     I, literally, just got finished writing this. I've started work
     yesterday so I'll be lucky to get these chapters ironed out like they
     usually are, but I'll keep chugging along as much as I can.
As Magnus walked away from him, he couldn't contain the blush that spread over
his cheeks from the kiss Magnus had just given him. How was he supposed to keep
pushing him away when all Alec could do was think about how kind he was being
to him?
Alec was fat (read: cuddly), he has a stuttering problem that takes him a whole
five minutes just to get out four simple words, he has zero self-esteem, self-
confidence, and self-acceptance that ends with him denying his own sexuality
despite knowing that a majority of the world didn't care, and yet, this teenage
boy that could rule the entirety of the school, wanted to be around him.
In what world did he do something so great that he has this handsome teen
looking at him like he hung the moon in the sky? Seriously, what other
Alexander Lightwood or whatever his name is, did something profound enough that
Magnus Bane (the hottest guy ever) turn his eyes towards him?
Alec's thoughts of wonder and amazement kept him distracted throughout the
class, once more, as Mr. Rodriguez attempted to teach them about how
Geographers look at the world around them, but Alec was only getting bits and
pieces of what he was talking about as he doodled on his notebook like some
kind of love-sick teenaged girl.
The sad part? He was kind of feeling that way with every aborted attempted his
left hand made when it went to write Magnus' name in the margin of the paper.
Even right now, thirty minutes into class, he was blushing from the kiss Magnus
had given him on his cheek; it would seem this blush would stubbornly refuse to
budge until it damn well felt like going away.
Not his fault that Magnus was so dazzling.
"Psst!" come from somewhere beside him, but Alec acted like he didn't hear them
as he kept his hand from doodling Magnus' name on his paper...again. It seems
the battle would be a constant one this period, but the person's "psst"'s
started to bother him so he looked over to them to see what they wanted.
It was Diana Wrayburn, aka, the Gossip Queen. If she wasn't distracting you
from something you don't want to think about, she was usually making you,
think, about it instead. She was that cobra in the grass that had the colors of
a nice, non-poisonous snake, but she was vicious when it came to something she
wanted to know and she'd sink her venomous fangs into you just to find out what
it is.
"Wh-What?" Alec asked her viciously looking like he was wanting to strangle her
now that his thoughts were successfully deterred away from the kiss on his
cheek that Magnus had placed there.
Make no mistake, Alec had a short fuse when it came to being pulled away from
something he didn't exactly want to be distracted from. As soon as his thoughts
are pulled away, he wanted nothing more than for you to disappear in that exact
instance so he can go back to thinking about his previous thought.
"Is it true that Jonathan knocked you out yesterday?" she asked him looking as
intrigued as she can be on what his answer will be.
"Look at his face, Dia, it's obvious" Maia Roberts half-assed gesturing to his
face like it was the most obvious thing in the world that, yes, Jonathan
Morgenstern knocked him out before PE even started yesterday.
"The hell you doing back in school? I would've taken a couple days off to just
be jello in my bed" Diana commented like she was somewhat concerned about his
current state of person while also thinking about ditching school in the
process.
Alec, not understand why they were talking to him in the first place, went back
to minding his own business while they started whispering to each other about
various injuries they could get away with allowing them to stay home for a day
or more from school.
They didn't get how lucky they were when it came to doing just that - playing
hooky from school for a day. They had parents that, actually, cared about them
while Maryse and Robert wished he would live up to the impossible standards of
their ideal first son.
Jace was living up to them easily, and Izzy was right there with him, but
Alexander saw so many levels of a complex game that it was impossible for him
to reach the final boss in the game just to achieve the "I'm Proud of You Son"
achievement.
After all, he was just as he'd said earlier - he had so many problems with
himself that they were mountains.
How was he supposed to climb one mountain just to get to the next with no idea
on how to even place his feet and hands right just to start climbing?
At that moment in time, Alec's mood took a nose dive from where it had been.
Alec's mood was sour enough to not even be affected by thoughts of the great
Magnus Bane either.
As the bell rang, he went back to his old habits, he avoided the most beautiful
person in the school, he weaved through the crowds effortlessly, and he escaped
away from Camille when she wanted to sink her claws into him.
He just wanted to be left alone, and going into the back of the school under
the bleachers seemed like a good thing to do so he could get some fresh air,
avoid the class that he was knocked out in yesterday, and generally get the
time alone he needed.
***** 9/8/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which we see both of our favorite people explode, and a surprise
     happens.
Chapter Notes
     I literally started writing this down on paper yesterday while
     working so I hope you guys like it! -Crosses everything with hope.-
     Edit: Just some light editing done by Grammarly.
It seems that every step forward Magnus takes with his precious Alexander, the
teen forces him two steps backward by some unseen force that is keeping him
just out of Magnus' reach; comparatively it's just like the painting on the
ceiling of the Sistine Chapel of man trying to touch God - they're both so
close yet so far.
"What's eating you?" Lydia asks as she takes the seat beside him. Placing her
books down on her desk, she turns to give him her full attention until class
started.
"Ah," Magnus says as he rubs the back of his neck tiredly, "It's Alexander,
he's avoiding me again" he admits to her wanting to talk to at least someone
about his problematic relationship with his beloved.
"Isn't that the guy who got knocked out in gym class yesterday?" Lydia asks him
not at all aware that she was inadvertently insulting Alec in front of Magnus,
but she did so Magnus was going to immediately confront her about it.
"Is that really all anyone sees him as? Some pathetic teenager who got knocked
out just because he couldn't beat up five guys who are stronger than him? Well,
fuck you, Lydia, and everyone else that sees my wife as no more than a verbal
and physical punching bag" Magnus rages before grabbing his backpack and
walking towards the door.
"Mr. Bane, where are you going?" Mr. Rodriguez asks him.
"Away from here" Magnus snaps at him as he forces the door open, walks through
it, then slams it shut behind himself.
Making his way down the Freshman Hallway, all Magnus could think about was just
how poorly his beloved was received by all of his peers. Magnus knows that
Alexander didn't have any friends, but that didn't mean people would look down
on him, or look down on him enough to refer to him as "the kid that got knocked
out in gym class". It was like Lydia didn't even know his name - only the
actions that made him be known around the school.
It pissed Magnus off something fierce and, as he was walking by the gymnasium,
he tried to catch a glimpse of his beloved, but he wasn't on the bleachers nor
was he walking the perimeter of the basketball court like everybody else was
which turned some of his anger into worry. Magnus hoped beyond a shadow of a
doubt that Alexander wasn't knocked out again in the Locker Room but, if he had
been, Mr. Starkweather would've sounded the alarm like he did yesterday so that
couldn't be it at all.
Where was he? Looking through the mass of students again, Magnus didn't see
hide or hair of his love which left him the only option that he could do in
hopes of preventing him either from doing something stupid or, someone else
finding him and hurting him even more than the five teens from yesterday did.
It took Magnus over forty-five minutes to find him huddled under the bleachers
outside the school building right beside the football field. "Didn't think I'd
find you" Magnus says in lieu of a greeting to his Alexander.
Alexander's head shot up so fast that he gave himself a bit of whiplash from
what Magnus was able to see as he looked at him, "H-Ho-How di-di-did yo-yu-you
fi-fie-find me-me?" Alexander asked making Magnus' head tilt as he thought of
how cute the stutter coming from Alexander's lips is.
"Admittedly, I looked all over the school for you before coming out here,"
Magnus tells him opting out of telling the teen how worried he'd been we he
hadn't seen his love in the gym. "Why're you out here by yourself?" he asked
him looking down to the teen while leaning against one of the support beams of
the bleachers.
"W-W-Wh-Why di-did yo-y-you c-co-com-come ou-out he-h-h-here l-lo-loo-look-
look-looking f-fo-f-for m-me-me?" Alexander asked him back looking up at him
with his innocent hazel eyes.
Gods, if there wasn't such a beautiful person in this world Magnus would've
been wandering around in a colorless world. "Because you're my wife" Magnus
answers him thinking the answer should've been a simple one for Alexander to
answer himself. Magnus hadn't shied away from letting his precious one know
what he felt for him.
This answer, however, seems to irk Alexander whose eyebrows furrow in anger,
"St-St-Stop te-tease-teasing m-me" he demands as his stutter seems to loosen up
a little bit which intrigues Magnus as stress and heightened emotions usually
worsen a persons stuttering - not helping to try and stop it.
"I'm not teasing you, Alexander. How can I tease someone that I love?" Magnus
asks him looking unapologetic in the way his words were affecting Alexander.
"St-Stop it!" Alexander shouted at him as he stood up to his full 5'11 height
looking like he really wanted to fight Magnus just because Magnus was telling
him his feelings in such a plain, romantic way that, like usual, makes people
not believe him when he told them of his affections.
"Every word is true, Alexander, I would never lie to you. I have loved you
since we were children, and I will always love you even if you reject my
feelings" Magnus tells him as he walks closer to the teen forcing him to get
angrier with each word and step.
"St-Stop lying! Wh-Why would someone like you still give a shit about me? N-
Nobody have ever given a shit about me! I-I have a st-stuttering problem that
refuses to go away even though I try my damnedest over a-and over again to make
it go away, b-but it never does and I'm tired of it, Magnus! I-I'm tired of
people teasing me day in and day out just because I'm fat, because I'm u-ugly,
because of my st-stuttering problem, and because I never get any peace anywhere
I go! E-Even at home, I'm unwanted! I am wanted nowhere!" Alexander shouts at
Magnus who reacts to his words with pulling him into a fierce hug that
Alexander tries to fight out of.
"You're not fat, you're not ugly, your stuttering isn't a problem, but an
endearing quality that makes you, you, and don't you ever dare say that you're
unwanted, because, Alexander, I want you. I want you so fiercely that it
terrifies me sometimes. You are a beacon of light in the dark, you're my moon
in the night, you're my sun in the mid-morning Spring, you are my everything
and don't you dare forget that" Magnus tells him with just as much fierceness
as his hug.
Jerking Alexander's head up just that little bit allows him enough room to give
into his wants and needs as he slams his lips onto Alexander's own causing his
beloved's split lip to reopen, but he didn't care as Alexander finally stops
struggling against him, and gives into whatever little piece of himself that
has been yearning for Magnus' touch. They stood there for several long minutes
savoring the flavor of mixed blood and soft, supple, skin being constantly
pressed against each other.
The tight grip that Alexander had on the back of his shirt was a good indicator
to Magnus that his most valued love was affected just as much, or more than he
himself was. Magnus has wanted to taste Alexander's lips since he first set
eyes on him yesterday in the hallway. Gods, it was like a bomb or explosion
went off in his heart when he saw how grown up his little love had become, and
he wasn't little anymore by any means.
Oh, if Aphrodite was real, she had picked the most perfect person for him, and
he will gladly thank her each and every time he got to have his Alexander in
his arms.
Pulling back from the kiss as he grew the need to breathe, his ragged breath
showed just how into the kiss he had gotten while Alexander's own showed that
he'd been just as enamored with the act as Magnus had been. "Don't ever say you
aren't wanted, because I want you now and always" Magnus told him in a
whispered tone of voice as he pushed their foreheads together.
Alexander's only ability to respond was to nod his head as he looked straight
into Magnus' eyes; those innocent eyes looked as if they were clouded in
uncertainty but also understanding. His love was still uncertain about a lot of
things with Magnus, but, he seemed to know that Magnus was telling the truth,
and that was all that mattered to Magnus.
***** 9/8/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     The Authoress says this, IT'S SO FLUFFY!!!
Shocked and stunned were two words that just didn't quite measure up to how
unsettled Alec felt from the first touch of Magnus' lips on his own but the
next set of emotions that welled up within his body rooted his feet to the
ground as his entire being went on auto-pilot. His eyelids shut before his lips
started following the movements of Magnus' lips.
If Alec could name all of the feelings threatening to burst from each and every
one of his pores, he'd be naming them for hours while trying to decipher the
deeper meaning behind them like the absolutely blissful feeling singing through
his veins with each careful brush of the lips against his, the contentment that
was lulling him into a haze where time had no meaning, and the...the...love
that he's never experienced with anyone other than the only memory of Magnus
that he's always cherished.
When Magnus pulls back and says he wants him now and always, it makes him
uncertain about many things pertaining to the teenager before him, but the
overwhelming happiness rocketing past the other emotions within him starts
making him cry from how much of it he was feeling as the smile on his face
stretches farther than it has in years.
It was so overwhelming he even started laughing even though his lips, nose,
eyes, and ribs hurt from the action, but he couldn't help it nor stop it
because his thoughts had been dark for so long that feeling an overabundance of
positive emotions was sending him into a panic attack.
Magnus seems to sense this so he moves around to the back of Alec in order to
bring the both of them to the ground wherein Magnus brings Alec to his chest so
he could help calm him down and help him breathe.
It takes them a good seven minutes to get Alec's breathing back under control
with him leaning against Magnus' chest, but when they did, the contentment Alec
had felt during the kiss came back to him as he crossed his arms over Magnus'
own where they held him around his waist.
"You're so perfect, and don't let anyone try to tell you, you're not because
they'd be lying. I don't want to hear you say anything hurtful about yourself
ever again because when you're hurting I'm hurting and I don't like it when
you're hurting" Magnus mumbles to the side of his temple before placing a soft
kiss on it which in turn made Alec close his eyes. The sheer hazy lull that he
was experiencing nearly made him fall asleep right there even though he knew he
shouldn't.
Magnus was showing him at every twist and turn that he loves Alec despite being
reunited just yesterday, but Alec was still unsure of how he truly feels for
Magnus. He knows that, once he figures out his own feelings, he'll be able to
either live happily with this gorgeous teenager that seems to read him like a
book, or, give him the ability to find similar qualities in a partner in the
future because Magnus seems to have all the makings of a good long-term partner
and husband.
As the bell for the end of Third Period rang, Alec found himself reluctant to
move out of Magnus' comforting embrace.
Feeling Magnus' head dip down in order to whisper into his ear, he hears him
say, "We should get up, skipping one class is okay at the beginning of the
year, but two is pushing it. I don't want my Alexander falling behind."
In that instance, Alec wanted nothing more than to make a Dad joke, but he
didn't for the sake of wanting something far better from the teen behind him
that he felt well within his rights of asking him for, "I-I w-wa-want a ki-k-
kiss" he stuttered out feeling a little more confident in talking to Magnus.
The light laughter the feels vibrating from the chest behind him makes him
blush as he feels the happiness shoot through him once more only not enough to
send him into another fit.
Magnus carefully turned Alec's head to the left side before he tilted his own
head down just slightly to mee Alec's own, and when the lips touched? It was
magical...for all of a few seconds until the stinging in Alec's bottom lip
makes itself known.
Pulling away from the lips that were quickly becoming his drug of choice, Alec
brought the middle finger of his right hand up to check his lip only to pull it
back to find it covered in blood.
"Damn, I'm sorry, love," Magnus says as he sees and tastes the blood that had
been spread upon his own lips in his hurry to kiss Alec earlier. It must've
been adrenaline that caused Alec not to feel the initial pain of his lip
resplitting, and the contentment had dulled it down to a manageable level up
until now.
"It-I-It's al-alright," Alec told him as he brought the sleeve of his jacker up
to his lip in order to staunch the flow of blood. He figured he should go to
the Nurses Office and, upon telling Magnus of his plan, Magnus agreed that he'd
go with him to make sure he actually got there.
It was...nice...to be able to call Magnus his friend and possible love interest
because there wasn't just a flickering of hope growing anymore, no, it was like
an undying fire that just dared anyone to try and extinguish it. It felt like
Alec was being reborn in the ashes of someone else's life...like a Phoenix was
being reborn from the ashes of a previous life it had lived.
As the both of them reached the Nurses Office, Alec felt like the world was
lighting up for the first time in a very long time, and it felt so good to see
everything in the light like it was supposed to be and not in the shadows like
it had been.
He felt right, he felt whole, he felt like he could conquer the demons that
have been plaguing him for so long. He knew, with one step at a time, he could
better himself for himself. He could do it if he has Magnus by his side as a
friend and, maybe, a boyfriend.
Alec's drifting thoughts were pulled back when Magnus says he'll see him later
before placing a kiss on his cheek which made Alec smile a soft smile to
prevent from hurting his lip any further.
Yeah, life was looking up. One step at a time, he decides, that he'll change
his stars for himself, and only himself.
***** 9/8/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Magnus has no control over his teenaged libido.
Chapter Notes
     Admittedly, this chapter nearly didn't come out due to stress from
     working and the holiday, but, I got it out on time! Yay me!
His mind was buzzing with countless thoughts rolling through his head each one
featuring one particular person who has sunk ever so deeper into his heart with
each smile or blush that Magnus was able to bring forth from the slightly
taller teen that has become his most addicting drug he's ever gotten to taste.
None of Magnus' memories from his childhood musings has compared to the actual
feel of Alexander's lips pressed against his own; the teen's lips had been
soft, inexperienced, but willing to learn anything Magnus was willing to teach
them.
And Magnus had so much to teach them after his long years of being in Los
Angeles, but, even as experienced Magnus was at kissing, he was still
inexperienced in the realm of holding someone to close to him that they both
were like puzzle pieces and, he hoped, his Alexander would be the person that
he could experience that first breathe of life with.
Right now, however, Magnus is on a mission. The mission? To find the worst
secrets that the five boys that beat his love to a bloody pulp have, and he
won't stop until he has the worst of the worst.
After all, his biological father taught him the cunning art of deception in
order to convince a person that he liked them, he loved them, and then, when
commitment came calling, he left them without a hint of where he had gone nor
why he left in the first place.
He's just started building the cons he's started with Camille Belcourt,
Jonathan Morgenstern, and Raphael Santiago since just yesterday - he'll be
enjoying the long con with all three of his chosen targets until it's time to
cut the strings that he's strung around them, but, he figures, that Raphael
Santiago will take a lot more convincing than Camille and Jonathan will since
the Hispanic teen seems to be able to look through anything that is false in
nature.
No wonder he's barely glanced Magnus' way ever since he'd made it his mission
to get into the tan-skinned teenagers good graces, and Magnus can appreciate
someone who was very close to his level. It gave Magnus a challenge, and maybe,
a way to destroy his two main targets that much easier.
If he can convince Raphael to abandon Camille, the structure supporting the two
popular teens will slowly start to crumble right from under their very feet
which will leave a gap in the social hierarchy that Magnus could start filling
with those of his own peers that he feels are more worthy to be called
"popular". He'll just have to bide his time until he feels it's the time to
execute his plans.
For now, however, he has to get to Mathematics before he's late; his Mother
would rip him a new one if he was absent for more than one class in his
Freshman year of high school, and he'd rather not have her disappointed
expression being pointed in his general direction.
Once he entered the classroom, the bell rang which made him give a sigh of
relief that he'd nearly been late. Making his way over to a seat beside Maia
Roberts, he pulls his textbook out and flips it to the first chapter before the
teacher even prompts them too.
While looking around the classroom, and just giving the teacher, Mr. Nudd, half
an ear to acknowledge him with, his eyes landed on Simon Lewis. The guy was
dressed in so much geek chic that he was nearly an eyesore to look at, but
Magnus has been hearing rumors that Simon's had a crush on Raphael since grade
school.
Oh, how teenagers were willing to talk about others when it didn't involve them
- it was sad and pathetic really, but Magnus might just have an in with Raphael
after all though he wasn't going to be acting on it anytime soon as he had more
important things to worry about.
Like the kid sitting two seats in front of him named David Bell.
David Bell was reportedly the Freshman's version of Jackson Whittemore from
Teen Wolf. He was confident, cocky, thought he was so popular that he was
virtually untouchable, and drove a Porsche just to make up for his own
insecurities.
It was Magnus' main goal to find out all of his secrets just to use one against
him because, really, nothing is ever kept a secret for long despite how much
you hoard it away from everyone, how much you bury it deep down, and how much
you try to forget it even exists.
Teenagers are vicious creatures, and they'll tear anyone down that gets in
their way of getting to the top of the social hierarchy.
For Magnus, however, he doesn't want to ascend high school society on the backs
of those people that have such little secrets like a football player making out
with a nerd or getting drunk to the point they will go streaking.
One thing Asmodeus Bane taught his son before he left was that to deceive
someone, you must project an aura of confidence while keeping yourself
completely untouchable; to have your own secrets brought to light will end up
having your weakest point shone to the light, and you just couldn't have that
happen.
It was the main reason why Magnus was making his relationship with Alexander so
open in the early days of their high school careers - he was saving Alexander
from being perceived as Magnus' weakest point when, in reality, Magnus didn't
have any secrets nor weak points to hide.
Alexander was his weakest and strongest point so no one could touch him just to
get to Magnus and, Magnus knew, that should someone lay a hand on his Alexander
he'd end up making them regret it just like he was planning to do to David Bell
when he finds the teens weakest point.
There was rumored to be a "Beginning of the Year" party at David's house this
weekend, and everyone was invited. Magnus would've brought his precious
Alexander with him, but Magnus wouldn't be able to concentrate on his target if
he did; Magnus would've been too distracted trying to get Alexander to make
pleasurable noises as he started their journey to experiencing a pleasure far
beyond what kissing can do.
Alas, as Magnus stood up from his seat as the bell for second Lunch to begin,
he couldn't help thinking over what kind of noises Alexander would make as he
thrust into his body over and over again. Would he moan wantonly? Would he beg
for Magnus to go faster? Harder? Would he whimper in need?
The luscious shiver that rolled down Magnus' spine made his cock become hard
just daydreaming about Alexander stretched out under him in all of his cuddly
glory, his stomach sinking in just enough to show his ribs that were caressed
with a layer of protective skin that showed that, though neglected by his
family, he wasn't left starving himself to death.
The hips that teased that at what kind of teen was behind the shell of a body
he allows himself to wear, but, the main attraction was the chunky ass that
just screamed at Magnus to bite into it, to caress it, and to fuck it just to
make it bounce back at him in a constant slapping sound that'd fill the room.
Magnus' cock was hardening just thinking of Alexander naked and writhing under
him in the constant state of pleasure that Magnus wants to put him into; a
state where nothing else mattered but the drag of Magnus' cock going in and out
of him. Like those Alpha/Beta/Omega stories that teenagers and older people
like to write about, an entire week of nothing but sex between two people who
love, tolerate, or like each other.
Magnus would do that for Alexander, and if his love somehow got pregnant, he'd
love the babies that his most precious produced because that'd mean they be of
Magnus and Alexander's blood, and nothing would be able to stop Magnus from
protecting them.
Magnus, while walking towards the Lunchroom, kept walking until he passed it
and made his way down to the boy's bathroom where he took the very last stall
available bypassing a couple of older teens using one of the urinals and
washing their hands.
After both of the older teens left, Magnus unbuttoned and unzipped his pants in
order to get to the raging red flesh between his legs. Pulling his shirt up out
of his pants, he unbuttoned it all the way then lifted up his undershirt as he
started jerking on the heated flesh which made his back bow from the unexpected
flash of heat that ran through his entire body as he started stroking himself
in fast-paced strokes making sure to twist his wrist just right to cause
himself to pant in ragged breaths.
All his mind could picture while he was jerking himself off was of Alexander
spread out under him like an open buffet just waiting to be eaten, absorbed,
and then left wrecked with nothing but bits and pieces of skin still showing
his natural light-tanned skin.
Magnus pictured Alexander's neck being littered with three giant bruises that'd
state just how possessive his lover was to the boy while the rest of him was
just as littered with the love bites that Magnus was starting to become so
desperate in littering upon him, but he couldn't yet.
Alexander wasn't ready, and he wouldn't be for a while; the images, though, had
Alexander looking fucked out and wrecked to the point that his body wouldn't be
able to do anything, but respond in pleasure to Magnus' continued menstruations
upon his body.
As Magnus' orgasm kept building and building within his body, he imagined
making Alexander pass out from all the pleasure that was coursing through his
body to the very second where his body had enough of Magnus constantly giving
it the one thing it wanted and yet, wanted to run away from after becoming
oversensitive.
With a choked moan, Magnus came all over his stomach as his body shivered and
shuddered making him push his head back into the brick wall. Usually, just
after an orgasm, Magnus would be bashing his head into his pillow, but he
wasn't willing to risk knocking himself out in the state he was in at school.
He couldn't even feel his legs with just how powerful his orgasm was when it
came to picturing Alexander in the state he wanted him.
As he came down from his high, he did know one thing, come hell or high water,
Magnus would give his love just what he'd pictured and more. He'd have him
passing out from the pleasure Magnus would give him, and then for six days
after that, he'd continue until Alexander knew just how much Magnus found him
completely and utterly fuckable.
***** 9/8/17 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which we see a couple of new characters that enter into Alec's
     life while an angelic figure makes a brief appearance after Alec's
     heart is broken once again.
As Alec walked into the Nurses Office twice in two days, he still felt like he
was walking on Cloud Nine as Ms. Loss ushered him to the bed, "What happened
now, Alec? Well, besides the obvious" she asked as she looked at him with a no-
nonsense look on her face.
The first time he'd seen the Nurse, he dreaded she'd just slap a bandage on the
sides of his hands before ushering him out the door like her predecessors
through his earlier school years had, but this woman had taken one look at the
sides of his hands then immediately started to scowled him like an unruly child
saying that there is never a reason to hurt yourself and, should she see hide
or hair of him for the new two weeks she'll give him a real reason to hurt.
Too bad the guys from yesterday got to him before she did.
"I-I-I re-r-re-reop-opened m-m-my sp-sp-spli-split l-li-lip" Alec stuttered out
to the Nurse whose expression immediately morphed into a peeved one as she
heard what Alec said to her.
"And do I want to know exactly, how, you re-opened your lip?" she asked him
sounding angrier than she'd just beed which was making Alec want to flinch away
from her - scared she'd hurt him.
Seeming to see his reaction to her angry expression, she quickly goes from
angry to concerned in under a second which makes Alec feel better in knowing
she wasn't actually angry, she was more peeved that he must've done something
to re-open the wound.
Take a deep breath, she looked at him saying, "Alright big guy, let's get this
lip taken care of so you can get to Fourth Period" Miss. Loss said in a more
light-hearted tone as Alec's nervousness dissipated back into a feeling of calm
and unrequited happiness.
Taking the sleeve of his jacket away from his lip, she was able to take in the
way his lips were slightly puffy as if he, or someone else, had been biting on
them; she wasn't at all surprised by this development as the rumors she's heard
about Magnus Bane (the newest popular kid in Idris High) seemed to be showing
an automatic preference to being in Alec's company despite also socializing
with Camille Belcourt and her group of fiends.
Catarina could only hope the newest addition the school wasn't just using this
sweet kid in order to hurt him when the novelty of being with the one kid
nobody likes wore off.
As she dabbed at his split lip with some gauze, she felt the need to let Alec
know that, should something happen that completely breaks him, that she'll be
there to comfort him. Catarina may be the school Nurse, and she might have a
preference in who her patients are, but she cares for all of the teens that
walk through her door.
Alec Lightwood was quickly endearing himself to her and she didn't want this
kind, sweet kid to be hurt anymore in situations he couldn't control.
Once he was all patched up, Miss Loss ushered him out of the room with a small
smile, and a green apple flavored sucker.
Alec happily took the wrapping off it, and immediately popped it into his mouth
as he made his way as slowly as he dared to the Lunchroom so he could eat with
the Second Lunch kids as First Lunch had already ended while he was in the
Nurses Office.
Each Lunch session lasted thirty minutes so each teen had enough time to eat
between thirty minutes of class.
Walking into the room, Alec's head felt like he wasn't even really thinking of
anything past hoping Magnus had Second Lunch, if he could sit with him, and
then the happiness that was still vibrating through him as his mind kept
rewinding back to the kiss they'd shared outside.
Looking around with what must've looked like an innocent expression on his
face, his eyes zeroed in on the very familiar hairstyle that gave Magnus away
in any room; the dark brown strands were dyed a bleach blonde on his bangs just
to give him a little flare which, as Alec stood there admiring him, worked very
well for the teen now that Alec really thought about it.
Rolling the sucker into his cheek, he went to go see what they were serving for
Lunch and, after seeing something that was supposed to resemble Salsbury Steak,
he promptly decided that eating grass would be more appetizing than that so he
just grabbed a couple cartons of milk, Reese's ice cream bar, and then made his
way to check out with his items.
Standing in nearly the same spot he was when he was looking for Magnus, Alec
contemplated if he should walk over to him even though Magnus hadn't really
said to him in the way of being able to be with him around his friends.
He decided, with no help from the side of his brain still afraid of what
everyone and the part that views himself as a waste of space, that he'd rather
sit by himself rather than run the risk of incurring Magnus' wrath by being
seen asking him he could sit with him.
Alec may be acting like (ignoring) his inner issues aren't currently affecting
him, but he still has them despite how much his life has started taking an
about face in the last two days.
Usually, Robert and Maryse would've bitched about him to his face, but for two
days straight they've just flat out ignored him except for the time he'd spent
in the hospital after he'd been knocked out. Them acting like he was invisible
was a reprieve to the constant disdain they'd throw his way, but on the
opposite of that...it made Alec feel like no one could see him anymore.
As Alec's thoughts darkened, he started contemplating once more avoiding Magnus
at all costs because just look at him. Alec keeps thinking it over and over
again to the point it was a running record in his head that Magnus was so
perfect and deserved someone who wasn't him - wasn't someone who wasn't worthy
of being looked at, of being kissed so tenderly, and just wasn't him.
Wasn't Alec.
Suddenly, and very abruptly, Alec jerked out of his seat as his thoughts kept
consuming him to the point he didn't even hear the heavenly voice saying,
"Alexander?" before he was launching himself out of the Lunchroom through the
doors that led to the patioed area for when it was warm enough to enjoy a
breeze or the sun.
Bypassing that, and still not hearing the frantic calls of his name, he
launched himself off the steps straining his fractured ribs but the adrenaline
coursing through his system dulled the pain to the point Alec didn't even
notice it as he quickly ran off of campus nearly sliding into the busy street
that Idris was sitting on the side of.
As he ran down the sidewalk, he could barely breathe through the tears
streaming down his face as his own thoughts constantly attacked him about how
ugly he was, how much of a freak he was, and how he'll never be able to look
into those caring golden green eyes ever again because he didn't deserve too.
He wasn't as beautiful as Magnus was and he never will be.
As his sneakers pounded into the concrete, his heart broke with each step he
took as his mind forced away the happiness that had been coursing through his
body ever since Magnus had found, ever since he kissed him, and ever since he
thought that hope for something greater was actually within his reach but it'd
all been a fluke; a thought so prettily wrapped that Alec had that it'd
actually been for him, but it wasn't. It wasn't and Alec had to face the
consequences of hoping it had been.
As the fire of hope, for a potential friend, and a potential love died within
him, he banged through the double doors of a church he didn't know the name of
and proceeded to sink to his knees as he cried, sobbed, and heavily breathed in
rasping breaths as his body shook from the adrenaline still coursing through
it.
Alec must've fallen asleep after a few minutes of crying on the floor, as he
never noticed the man standing over him looking at him in such a heartbreaking
sadness as if he'd heard Alec's sobs and came to check on him.
The man, dressed in the robes of a Silent Brother, picked him up and sadly said
to his sleeping form, "It's alright my son, Raziel will help mend your broken
heart, you'll see" he then placed Alec's form down on a bed that was covered in
green.
"The green will help aide Raziel in the mending, and you'll be able to feel
happiness once again. In due time all wounds heal, some will just take more
time than others" the Silent Brother said as he smoothed down the covers he'd
laid over Alec after removing his jacket and shoes.
The nameless Silent Brother eventually left Alec to rest and heal as a stain
glass picture of an angel looked down at him with a calm expression as Alec
basked in the sunlight streaming through the glass.
***** 9/8/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     Where Magnus has a realization, and we see two background characters
     get close.
"Alexander!" Magnus shouted at the figure of the teen he loves as he
increasingly gets farther and farther away from him and Idris. Magnus was left
standing there wondering why Alexander ran away from him instead of turning
around when Magnus had called after him.
It was like the giant step forward the two had just taken opened up a hole
right beneath them just to pull a move from Snakes and Ladders depositing them
farther away from the top they'd been trying to make it too. Magnus thought
he'd gotten through to his Alexander, but by the way, his love had run away
from him, it seems he hadn't.
The flash of utter despair held within those muddy green depths told Magnus all
he needed to know, Alexander was dealing with more than the negativity of his
peers, but, Magnus knew, his classmates had helped it along.
"Well, it seems I'm not the only one that can make the fat freak cry" came the
most grating of voices that Magnus has ever had the displeasure of hearing in
his entire life, and that voice, unfortunately, belong to the brown and blonde-
haired Queen Bee of the Freshmen herself, Camille Belcourt.
The young girl was like a shadow that refused to leave him alone when he wasn't
actively avoiding her like the plague.
Her hair was ridiculous, the bleach blonde chunks in her brown hair did nothing
but wash out the obvious fake tan she thought looked good on her, and don't get
Magnus started on her makeup she looks like she just walked off the set of
Bride of Frankenstein.
"So it may seem" Magnus snapped at her coldly before he turned away from the
patio, making sure to give Camille a wide berth, in order to return to the
lunch table he'd been sitting at.
Sitting back down in front of Raphael, the talk of the table turned from the
party happening this weekend too, surprisingly, his current favorite topic:
Alexander. Only, as Jonathan Morgenstern opens his bile-filled mouth, nothing
about how beautiful, how sweet, how kind the dark-haired teen is poured from
his chapped lips, no, this is the talk of someone who'd bullied his beloved for
years and liked it.
"Did you see how fast Chubby ran away from you, Magnus? He just knew you were
about to tell him how he should just go and kill himself already!"
The look of pure, unadulterated joy on Jonathan's face made Magnus violently
sick to his stomach, but, also, made him want to through the football-hopeful
through the plateglass window behind him just so he could see the boy bleed to
death.
"Hey! Don't say things like that! Maybe Magnus was going over to talk to him
about school work or something!" came the voice of one Simon Lewis who seems
angry and disturbed by what Jonathan just said about Magnus' possible actions.
From across the table, the normally bored look on Raphael's face morphed into
one that Magnus, no doubt, wore on his own when the boy he's interested in was
around.
It seems Raphael has taken some interest in the glasses wearing teen, and that
made Magnus' plan to get Raphael away from Camille the start of her downfall,
but first, he needed to worry about Alexander.
"Yeah? And how would you know what he was going to say, four eyes?" Jonathan
spat at him like he just wasn't, himself, saying what Magnus intended to do.
"Because, you hypocrite, Magnus is the only person who knew what he was going
to say to Alec, and quite honestly, I'm tired of hearing bad things about him
from the bile seeping out of your mouth. How about you take whatever brain
cells you have left, and use them to learn some civility rather than trash
talking people who are better than you."
Just as soon as he was talking, Simon turned away from them in order to go sit
with his friends at another table leaving the entire table Magnus was sitting
at in a stunned silence.
The first person to do anything was Raphael, who, got up and walked towards the
table Simon was sitting at.
The reaction to him sitting on Simon's left made the corner of Magnus' lips
curl up slightly when the boy jumped and looked like a deer-in-headlights. It
seems he wouldn't have to do anything on the Raphael end at all; Simon Lewis
had just painted himself as interesting to the Hispanic teen, and, Magnus had
no doubts about it, that the more Raphael got to know him, the more Raphael
will pull away from Camille's crushing gaze.
Finally, Jonathan Morgenstern snapped out of his stunned silence just to say,
"The fuck that nerd think he is talking to me like that?"
"Someone who had a moment's worth of courage to stand up to a person he deemed
wasn't being fair" Magnus automatically answered before the Lunch bell rang
signaling their time together was over.
Simon's interjection, no matter how unexpected it was, was appreciated by
Magnus as it showed other people, besides himself, seem to have been effected
by what happened to Alexander despite not even really knowing his beloved.
Come to think of it, what did Magnus really know of his love? What endeared his
precious Alexander to him that didn't include one entire year of Pre-school?
Over the years, Magnus made up things about his wife that, now being in his
presence, hadn't been what he thought the teen would be at all.
He was still as beautiful as ever, Magnus won't doubt that, but he wasn't the
confident, cool, strong, and social butterfly Magnus had imagined him to be,
no, he was a lonely, scared, hurt, and scarred soul that has taken beating
after beating throughout the years with no reprieve.
The only one who seemed interested to be in Alexander's company was Magnus, and
it made Magnus sad as, every step Magnus took towards his classroom, was
another step that made him question what he knew about this broken boy he'd
been chasing after for the last two days.
Nine whole years have passed since they'd been kids where Magnus had declared
the hazel-eyed little boy as his wife, and the nine years apart have turned
Magnus into the social butterfly that happily talks to anyone and everyone
while, for Alexander, he built a cocoon around himself and hasn't had the
chance to change into something beautiful yet.
Magnus remembered when they were little that Alexander shined with a love so
great, that he'd just had to call him Magnus' own; Magnus had selfishly hogged
that shining beacon to himself stubbornly refusing to let it go until he was
forced to by his parents.
Now, that beacon of love was nowhere to be seen in the eyes of his love, and
that hurt Magnus to know that the Alexander he once knew and loved seems to
have vanished into a boy who, in all due speculation on Magnus' part, doesn't
know what love is nor how to properly handle it when it's given to him.
Magnus' case and point being earlier when he'd kissed his precious one, and it
resulted in Alexander going into a panic attack.
As Magnus sat at his desk, once again not paying attention to his teacher, he
reviewed over his memories of the last two days and, as he does, he sees
Alexander mostly trying to avoid him as if he was scared of the emotions Magnus
was trying to gift to him; like he didn't want anything to do with the positive
emotions Magnus was feeling towards him.
Alexander seems to only understand the negative actions and emotions in his
life now rather than the simple kindness of someone who loves him for him.
All Magnus has heard around himself for the last two days is negative after
negative comments about his precious one, and no one seems to see how silly the
saying, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me" is
because the words someone uses every day is a weapon in and of themselves.
Words are designed to be the weapons good and bad people use first and foremost
before they resort to other methods of violence.
Words were the first weapon that Camille, Jonathan, Lydia, and whoever else
made fun of Alexander used, then, Jonathan took to the next step yesterday by
using his hands and feet to harm him. What will they use next should the abuse
continue? What party trick will Camille use to hurt his one? What about Raphael
if nothing comes of him and Simon?
At that time Magnus knew he needed to start getting to know his Alexander
despite having future plans of pulling his beautiful one on the pedestal of
Most Popular. He needs to re-evaluate the future plans he'd been making, and
quickly before Alexander jumps down a rabbit hole that Magnus won't be able to
follow him down.
After all, Magnus' love for Alexander didn't just suddenly stop whenever he
realizes the teen he's in love with isn't what he imagined him to be. For
Alexander, his love was all-consuming, and he'd jump over any hurdle put in his
way just to be able to be with him.
In Magnus' eyes, Alexander was worth it.
***** 9/8/2017 - 9/9/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which we see a wise man give wisdom to a teen who is afraid of
     what he feels he must do.
Chapter Notes
     I went back to Alec's last chapter to change a few things. I want to
     keep this as true to the Shadowhunters universe as possible while not
     pushing it too far.
     Also, look! We've finally changed days!
The first thing Alec noticed when waking up was the soreness in his legs from
the sudden and prolonged use when he ran away from Idris. He doesn't remember
the run itself, but he vaguely remembers crashing into a set of double doors
before immediately passing out from the exhaustion of the run, his crying, and
the lack of air flowing to his brain.
The next thing he felt was the throbbing pain coming from his fractured ribs
which was making it hard for him to breathe. It was a near unbearable pain, but
he tried to push past it so he could open his eyes and find out where he is.
Groaning and looking around the room, he was met with a lot of green, white,
and cream that seemed to blend into a soothing harmony in the ways they were
draped and displayed. If he hadn't known any better, he'd say he was in a
medieval healers room where the healer would come in on his waking just to tell
him about his current condition.
He wasn't far off from his imagined scenario as a man draped in grey robes
stands at the door Alec looks at once he's done processing the colors of the
room. As Alec takes the man in, the man says, "You're finally awake."
The way the man speaks is close to demonic, but not so much as it held
knowledge of topics that Alec, more likely than not, didn't know nor would he
possibly ever want to know them; he didn't know how to really feel about this
man as he's never experienced a man like him before in his life.
"You passed out on the floor of the sanctuary just inside the doors so I
brought you here to the room of healing so you could sleep and heal," the man
told him as he made his way around the room with Alec half expecting him to
make some sort of elixir to help with Alec's pain, of course, his outlandish
imagination was dashed away as the man placed painkillers and water on the
bedside table.
The man, sensing Alec's curiosity, says, "Even the great Raziel stubbornly
leaves us to feel some of the more mundane pain of our lives so we make do with
mundane medicines."
Sitting up as best as his pained body would allow him, he takes the tablets and
water swallowing them immediately so they could start working on ridding him of
his pain right away. "W-W-Whe-W-Whe-Where a-am-am I-I?"
"You're in the House of Healing inside the Brooklyn Sanctuary of Raziel, those
that come here frequently call it the City of Bones due to how white the walls
are," the man tells him to alleviate any anxiety that Alec could have about
where he is.
"A-A-An-An-And wh-who a-ar-are y-yo-y-you?" Alec asked him as he looked at the
man, who has shown him more kindness than almost anyone in his life has. The
only person that has been kind to him was Magnus - no one bothered to look at
him like they wanted to be near him anymore.
The man tilted his head to the side as he answered, "My name is Brother
Jeremiah, and I am a Silent Brother here in this sanctuary."
The answer was so simple, and yet, made Alec wonder who this man was before he
became a Silent Brother. Much of the world looked down on Silent Brother's now
for the way they seem to hold more knowledge of what the past holds, what is
happening with the present, and the infinite futures that could cause the world
to end or continue to thrive.
Politicians look down on the practices that they teach and utilize to help each
other connect with the Angel, but with the way the world is, Politicians don't
have much of a choice but to ask for their help.
Sanctuary and state have been separated for a couple hundred years, but there
are times when the aide of the Angel is needed to ensure that they are taking
the right path no matter how corrupt they themselves are.
Jonathan's own father, Valentine, learned the hard way just how damning the
Angel can be if life isn't allowed to continue to grow and flourish. The rumors
of where Valentine Morgenstern is are varied between being in a hospital in a
neverending vegetative state and a maximum security prison forced to stay in a
windowless room twenty-four hours a day.
Some fanatical theorists say that he's within the very building Alec is now
being one of the many bodies that make up the walls of the catacombs underneath
the sanctuary, locked away in a tormented sleep, not unlike the rumor of him
being in a coma never to wake up again.
"W-W-Wh-Why di-did yo-y-you br-b-bring m-me in-in thi-this-this ro-r-roo-room?"
"Why not? You were a beacon crying out for the help nobody was willing to give
you, so, I left you to heal in the eyes of the Angel"
Looking behind himself as best as he could, he saw a stain glass window
depiction of the Angel himself, and he was made out of many shades of white,
yellow, and green to signify his purpose to heal those that lay under the light
that'd flow through the glass.
It was now clearly night time outside and that caused Alec to panic all over
again as he saw just how long he'd slept, "I-I-I g-got-got t-t-to g-go-go n-n-
no-now my-my par-parents wi-w-will be-be wor-wor-worri-worried" he said as he
maneuvered himself over to the side of the bed.
"Alexander, you and I both know that worry and anger are two separate
entities," Brother Jeremiah said knowing full well what reactions Maryse and
Robert would have if Alec showed up to the house this late in the evening on a
Friday, but Alec himself was hellbent on going home.
"I-I-I ne-ne-need t-to go-go" Alec told him knowing that, though it may be a
bad idea, he should get home before he incurs both Lightwood's wrath even more
than he already had with staying out this late.
Looking as calm as ever, Brother Jeremiah says, "Then go with the Angel looking
down on you, young Alexander."
"H-How-How d-d-do y-y-you kn-know-know m-my na-na-name?"
"The Angel works in mysterious ways, we never know why he gives us the
knowledge of a person, event, or change within the world - all we know is that
it will impact our worlds in some way so we accept that knowledge as fact, and
use it when it's needed."
It was an annoyingly cryptic answer, but, just as Jeremiah said, he accepted it
as a fact that the Silent Brother will just know things about him without Alec
even having to tell him about them.
Getting up holding his fractured ribs, he made his way over to the Silent
Brother who stood by the door that'd lead him out of the room. "Remember
Alexander Lightwood, to change yourself you must first find what needs to be
changed and accept it's there to be changed."
That made Alec stop just a couple of inches away from the door opening, "Wh-W-
Wh-What d-do-doe-does th-that me-mea-mean?" Alec asked him turning back around
to the Silent Brother.
"You see yourself as broken, useless, and feel like you have no light within
you to give to others," Brother Jeremiah says as if stating a fact, and, when
Alec tried to back away so he didn't have to go on with the conversation, he
says, "You must find what needs to be changed without the guidance of others
and accept that it's there, and then, and only then, you have to work on
changing it yourself."
The wisdom of the man when he told Alec that he must find what needed to change
inside him was like having a wake-up call and jolt of his fears going through
him all at once. He wanted to ask the man what if he didn't know what needed to
change if no one told him? What if, after he changed something about himself,
people still bullied and hurt him? What if his parents still sneered at him
despite him trying to start pleasing them?
He soon found he couldn't breathe, couldn't think, and he was shaking from all
the what if's, all of his fears, and all of the uncertainties threatening to
consume him, but it all vanished when a calming hand was laid on his back, "Let
out all your fears, speak them out and you'll finally be able to see that
they're easier to face than they seem."
And so, with every stuttered breath, every shaky inhale and exhale, Alec gave
voice to his fears. What he feared Robert and Maryse will think once he changes
something about himself that they maybe don't like, what Magnus will do if he
sees Alec after he'd ran out on him during lunch, what his siblings will say
once he decides to change more about himself, and, most importantly of all,
will he be able to recognize himself in the mirror once he's changed himself?
"You won't know until you try" was what Brother Jeremiah says after Alec airs
out his fears.
He wouldn't know until he tried, and he believes the Silent Brother is right.
***** 9/9/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which we see Magnus turn Camille down, and gets a juicy secret
     between her and David Bell.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this one came out so late in the day, my head was killing me
     most the day so I had to deal with it until I was able to properly
     write so the first bit of this may seem awkwardly written.
It was Saturday, the day of David Bell's "Back to School" party and, despite
everything in him saying that he really shouldn't be going as he was just a
lowly Freshman that'd be surrounded by other teens of varying ages, he knew he
had to start planning the first steps of his revenge against the teen.
It was going to take longer than just two measly days in order to get the boy
to open up to him about all of his secrets so any digging in the brunette-
haired teens home will be just a precursory check to see if he'll have it out
in the open and nothing more.
Looking himself over in his floor length mirror, he made sure that his outfit
for the night was on-pointe. He couldn't very well show up wearing something
that wasn't perfect and, plus, Alexander could gather up some courage to come
to the party.
Magnus doubted his beautiful one will have even a bit of courage to come, but
it was a nice thought to have.
Straightening out his shirt, he went out through his bedroom door, descended
the stairs, then went to the kitchen to see his Mom making herself something to
eat.
"Hey, I'm going out," Magnus told the aging woman who still looked as beautiful
as the first day he saw her. His Mom was a gracefully aging Indonesian woman
whose had a lot of downs in her long life, but she's struggled with them each
time despite the mental fatigue she experienced from those times.
Four years ago, she attempted suicide due to her depression having a
stranglehold on her leaving her with a need to leave the world behind, but
Magnus had found her before she could do any serious harm to herself.
That was the day Magnus realized that this beautiful woman, who was struggling
to raise him alongside his stepdad, really felt about life and its hardships;
sometimes a person is knocked down so much they'll decide to just stay down,
and his Mom forced him to see that, that day.
"Okay, honey. Try to be back before five in the morning? You know your father
likes to go to the sanctuary early in the morning."
Magnus knew just what she was talking about as he thought back on all of the
years that he's been alive. Gregory Roberts was a devout worshipper of the
Angel Raziel, and every Sunday he goes to the easiest-to-reach sanctuary just
to pay his respects to everything that the Angel has given him in life.
That includes him and his Mom which always makes Magnus feel happy and accepted
that the man, who wasn't biologically his father, would feel blessed and happy
that he got to be in Magnus' life.
Magnus didn't know what the real feeling was, but it almost made him think it
was like how a child should feel when they see the man that is their Dad right
from birth; it was that all-knowing feeling that "Yes, this is my Dad" is.
"Alright, I'll more than likely be back by then, but, if not, I'll make sure to
head over to the sanctuary in the morning," Magnus told her as he put on a
light jacket so he didn't overheat in the waning Summer heat.
"I love you!" his Mom called out to him as he made it to the front door.
"Love you too!" he called back making sure he had his wallet, keys, and
cellphone.
~~**~~
The party was in full swing once Magnus arrived, the street was lined with cars
as well as half the front yard; Magnus knew from the first few parties he was
invited to earlier in the year that cars in the yard leave tire tracks, and
tire tracks are very noticeable to a parent who is supposed to be unaware that
the party was going on.
Not that he was the one hosting one of the parties that is.
Walking through the open front door, he was immediately immersed in many
different scents, sounds, and people crowding the house. It was a stereotypical
house party and Magnus would usually love to just get into the flow of it with
the booze, gossiping girls, and couples making out anywhere they could find a
steady wall to lean against.
Tonight, unfortunately, he had plans, plans he couldn't just skip over for the
sake of having a good time at a party. No, he had a mission of the utmost
importance and he had to play his role seamlessly in order to find out just
what he wanted to know.
Walking through the crowds, he listened to the song "Scary Monsters and Nice
Sprites" by Skrillex as it played out; the song was several years old, but some
teens still thought it had some relevance due to its bass and beat, apparently.
He was heading towards the kitchen when a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him
backward, turning around he saw it was none other than the dragon girl herself,
Camille.
She looked as polished as a wax figure, and all he wanted to do was take her
hand off his arm but something in him told him to wait. Listening to the
feeling, he walked with her to a couch where they both sat down and she placed
some unknown liquid-in-a-cup into his hands.
"Now that we're all settled, why don't you tell me why you're messing around
with Gaywood," she tells him straight up no question to it, just a statement of
fact.
Magnus wasn't about to play dumb and say, "I don't know what you're talking
about" because he'd been making it plainly obvious to everyone who he has set
his eyes on so he decided to just go with it and told her the truth, "I want
him to be my boyfriend like I planned for him to be years ago."
Camille didn't have a hair out of place once she looked towards him with her
snide answer of, "You'd willingly ruin the little bit of relevant reputation
you hold in the school for that walking tub of lard? Oh, Magnus, you could do
so much better than him" she told him looking at him like she knew exactly who
could be better for him.
All of the insults against Alexander were about to make him snap, but he held
down his anger as best as he could, "Really? And who would be better for me
than the boy I see as my wife?"
"Me"
At her answer, he imagined himself taking a gun out and shooting her with it.
He wasn't stupid enough to try and date the hottest girl in Freshman year after
the bullshit that Lavina Gamble did back in his 7th Grade year when she'd tried
telling him to stop wearing makeup as her boyfriend couldn't look prettier than
her.
Twenty minutes later, he found himself single and ready to set his sights on a
more promising future.
Camille Belcourt had a part in his future plans right now, but he wasn't about
to make the same mistake twice.
"No" was the answer he gave her before he stood up no longer wanting to be near
her or talk to her in any way but, of course, she had to have some parting
words that didn't even faze Magnus in any way, "You continue following that
waste of air and you will soon find yourself on his level, Magnus, and you
won't like what kind of torment I can bring to a pretty boy like you."
That made Magnus stop in his tracks.
In all due reality, Magnus has never been on the bottom of the food chain in
school because he looked and dressed like someone that came from a well-off
family when, actually, all of his clothes are a couple years old - he just
mixed and matched them together to make them relevant to the latest fashion
trends.
He's never been on the bottom of the food chain looking up, but he figures nows
a good time as any to start if Camille is threatening him with it, "Well, then
I'll get comfortable with my newest position in the food chain. I don't need
popularity to love the boy I plan to have for the rest of my life."
Walking away from her enraged face has never been more satisfying as he
finally, temporarily, put her in her place. He wasn't afraid of a little girl
who didn't hold the amount of venom he has as the devastation he was going to
wreck will force the little girl to move away just so she wouldn't have to face
the humiliation he'd bring down on her.
Right now, he needed to get his head back into the game so he can sort out what
he is going to do to get into David's bedroom. He could: a) Hopefully find him
drunk and convince him to unlock his door for him, b) Amateurly try to pick the
lock or c) Find a random person, and act like they're about to have sex.
Honestly, the first two are more appealing than the last one as he'd have to do
a bait and switch just to get it to work; minimal effort is better than maximum
effort in these sort of situations as the party is already a distraction for
the teenager he is trying to screw over so he figures he'll have to find the
guy and see just how drunk he is.
~~**~~
After thirty minutes of looking for him, Magnus got pissed off so he decided to
go upstairs instead as "Tremor" by Dimitri Vegas, Martin Garrix, and Like Mike
started playing through the speakers making those on the made-up dance floor
start to dance a little more aggressively and, sadly, even more clumsily as
they tried to have sex on the dance floor with anyone close to them.
Making his way through the medium length hallway, he found out that the master
bedroom was occupied by a threesome going on between two guys and a girl, the
smaller of the bedrooms was occupied by a lesbian couple, but the third one had
it's door closed though sounds were coming from it that sounded sexual in
nature.
Curious, Magnus opened the door as silently as possible only to see something
that'd scar him for the rest of the year. It seemed that Camille herself was
willing to lower than her popularity level to have her first sexual experience
with a teen that wasn't as popular as she was.
"Interesting" Magnus said as he boldly looked at the copulating couple with a
shine of mischief in his eyes as he caught them having sex together; also the
fact that Camille acts like a grown woman when she was only a girl herself on
the inside and outside.
The two of them pulled away quickly as if they'd been caught with their hands
in the cookie jar. The scream of pain that came from Camille as David jerked
out of her still-tender body made a part of Magnus feel bad for her, but not
enough to stop the cruel thoughts that filled him right behind it.
"Trying to talk about my feelings for Alexander and yet, here you are having
sex with a boy below your popularity level, Camille. Really? Don't you know you
could do so much better?" he told her as he slapped back at her the words she'd
used on him.
"Oh, and don't expect her to stay with you forever. I know how girls like she
is, I've seen their phone numbers on the backs of stall doors."
Magnus has never felt so smug up until that point. He's got dirt on both
Camille and David all in the span of a few seconds, and he just couldn't
believe his luck.
It seems his plans will start working out the way he wants them too without him
even really trying, but he can't let this little victory make him too cocky.
After all, Camille is nearly as venomous as he is and she will use any tool she
has in order to try and bury him.
***** Author's Note *****
I'm sorry this isn't an "early release" chapter or anything like that, but guys
I'm sorry to say that I've been sick for the last few days and have barely been
getting out of bed enough to play a couple of games let alone think about
Alec's next chapter.  If I get better by Tuesday, you bet your ass I'll be
posting his chapter up just to make this up to you before then, however, I'm
bed ridden and have sinus cavities as big as hot air balloons.
On another note, while I'm here, I've seen a couple of you having a problem
with Magnus calling Alec his "wife" even though he knows by now that he'd be
his "husband" and not his "wife" anymore.  At this point in their lives, it's
become an endearment of sorts that Magnus felt no reason to correct and Alec
doesn't want it corrected; to correct it would be like erasing the time in his
life where he was happiest, and he'd just rather not correct.
Any mistakes in this author's note will be down to writing in the dark, and my
half-working brain.
If that doesn't make sense as well, well, you know why and I will try to
explain it better later on either in the story or in another note before the
chapter.
Thank you,
Chelsea
***** 9/9/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which we see Alec try to figure out how to change only for
     himself, and Maryse is a evil bitch.
Chapter Notes
     WARNING: Alec very, very,very briefly contemplates suicide.
     After I get this posted, I'm immediately going to write Magnus'
     chapter and post it for you all so look forward to that.
By the time Alec got home early on Saturday morning, he was both physically and
mentally exhausted by his abrupt run the day before as well as the knowledge of
knowing that an omnipotent being knew what was going on in his life and was
giving him cryptic advice on how to deal with it.
The thing that Alec tried to figure out on his walk home was if he should take
the advice or not.
It's not like some guy is going to walk out in front of him telling him the
answers to the universe, but he'd like more advice on changing himself for just
himself rather than feeling like he has to change to suit everyone's wants and
needs of him.
He doesn't want to be the big brother that Izzy and Jace should have simply
because they want him to be that, he wants to be that person for them because
he wants to be.
How does one go about separating the wants of others from needs of self?
How does a person go about changing themselves exclusively for themselves?
Alec's head was bursting at the seams with all of the questions rolling through
his head. Changing for yourself just wasn't as easy as it looked to him, but he
needs to start somewhere.
"I-I-I d-don't k-kn-know, m-may-m-maybe a h-ho-hobby" he muttered to himself,
and like a lightbulb, an idea came to his head.
Sketching, daydreaming, and escaping into a reality that wasn't his own just
wasn't helping him improve himself for the betterment of himself so, he had to
get creative in just what he chose to start changing into someone he, himself,
would be proud of.
As he entered his family home, his head was bursting to the seams with thoughts
completely different to those that were just plaguing it, but all that stopped
when he heard Maryse's voice say, "Where have you been?"
Alec's entire body froze just as he was about to go upstairs to his bedroom.
All of the thoughts of his first step to changing immediately vanished at the
sound of her angry voice directed at him.
The snickering from his siblings made the situation worse as he knew they'd
take some small pleasure from the fact he was in trouble with the imposing
woman that is their Mother.
If there was ever a woman who could make you feel like bacteria under a
microscope, it was Maryse Lightwood when she set her fiery brown eyes on you
with the hard stare of a woman on a mission to make you feel like a lesser
person with how ruthless she can be.
Humans and Alec have a special word for someone like her: terrifying.
His Mother is a terrifyingly ruthless person that you just don't cross, and
Alec has crossed her twice in just as many days.
"I-I-I wa-w-was was at-at th-t-th..." his response was immediately cut off by
the woman who gave birth to him.
"Either respond in a clear, cohesive sentence or don't bother speaking at all.
All these years of Speech Therapy you'd think you'd have made progress in
actually learning to speak like a normal human being" she snapped at him and
Alec just knew the woman was about to go on the warpath.
"Honestly, I don't see why we put you in those classes if all you're going to
do is purposefully continue to shame us with that annoying stutter of yours;
you absolutely refuse to get better even though we've taken you to the best
Speech Therapists in the country, and they all say that you'll grow out of it
with help, but that's not happening, is it?"
Alec tilted his head down resigning himself to listening to the hurtful words
that his Mother says as his heart breaks more and more. He thinks to himself
that he doesn't purposefully continue to stutter, he tries his hardest to get
better, but it's like the stutter works against him.
He tries so hard, so hard but his best just isn't enough when it comes to
ridding himself of one of the flaws that make up who he is. "For Angel's sake
Alexander, tilt your head back up looking at the floor makes people think they
are better than you, do you want them to walk all over you?"
He silently mutters to himself, "Y-Yo-Y-You al-alre-already d-d-do."
The lump that forms in his throat as he mutters that to himself makes him want
to crumble to the stairs and just cry as he realizes that all the anger, all
the sadness, all the hate, and torment as made him the person he is.
It was never his fault the way he dealt with the stress that was continuously
placed upon him, but it was the people around him that molded him into the
person they never wanted him to be.
They thought that Alexander Gideon Lightwood, right out of the womb, would be
like his Father and Mother - infallible and able to take anything thrown at
him, but they forgot along the way that Alec is just a child; learning to be
infallible and self-confident is learned over time with positive reinforcement.
Alec has never heard a single kind word out of his parents' mouths towards him,
and he's just emotionally done with it all.
Without a single word to her, to Jace, or to Isabelle, he just turns around and
goes upstairs like he'd been planning to do. "Alexander, get back down here.
I'm not done with you, young man" Maryse says to him angrily expecting him to
do what she tells him to do.
Looking up at the fuming woman, the tears that he'd been holding back start to
cascade down his face as he says, "W-We-W-Well I-I'm-I'm d-don-do-done wi-with
you" he tells her before he turns around and continues his way up the stairs as
the tears stream down his face.
Maryse's angry words didn't reach the agony rolling through his mind as his
heart clenched with all the hateful words he directing towards himself about
how he'll never be good enough in the eyes of his parents, his peers, and that
Magnus would be better off without him.
He's never contemplated suicide before, but he's feeling it'd be a better place
than the world of the living right now though he can't leave this plane of
existence that way - there's no honor in killing himself just to escape a place
that is increasingly showing he's unwanted.
If he left things unfinished, he'd be dying for the sake of dying and, whether
he's overreacting right now or not, he can't die without knowing he's tried to
change the way people act towards him.
He needs to become stronger mentally, emotionally, and physically.
He just doesn't know how to yet.
***** 9/11/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     Who ordered the fluff? I have a large fluff here! Who ordered it? I
     also have a tiny bit of sassy Magnus as a side dish!
By Monday morning, word had spread throughout the Freshmen (and some Upper
Classmen) body that Magnus Bane was labeled the bottom of the barrel, the
lowest status of popularity, a loner by none other than Camille Belcourt, but
Magnus was already working on reverse that.
He may not be revealing what he has on Camille and David from the Back To
School party the previous Saturday, but he wasn't afraid to do a little more
digging just to humiliate David in a character flaw that he was unaware that
Magnus would know of.
The time he was eight and he put on his Mom's clothes, makeup, and accessories.
He'd, apparently, proclaimed he was a Barbie girl the whole day which the
family had filmed for Magnus' own, personal, amusement before he released it
out school-wide during First Period that bright and early morning.
Everyone in the school got to see David Bell in his finest as he clopped around
his family home in his Mom's high heels, bra, skirt, and makeup that only a
child could put together by themselves. The snickering of his Dad as he
followed his son all the way to the kitchen where his wife was, was just as
amusing as it painted such a pretty picture that David Bell was forced to leave
school for the rest of the day.
Once more, as lunch rapidly approached, Magnus geared up for the spittle that
Camille will be flinging at him due to his obvious insult of the boy that she'd
had her first time with.
Ah, yes, he'll not soon let the evil cunt live that secret down, after all, she
was no doubt going to try to use Alexander against him in some way, and he had
to defend his beautiful wife from the horrid she-serpent that'd try to tear him
down.
Speaking of Alexander, Magnus hopes he's back in school today as he hadn't seen
him all weekend even though, granted, Magnus didn't know where he lived so he
couldn't check on the lightly-tanned skinned boy to see how he was after what
happened on Friday.
It had really hurt him that Alexander had run out on him, but he couldn't help
but to believe that more was going on underneath the surface with his love that
he just couldn't see beyond what the boy showed to Magnus.
As his thoughts consumed him, he twisted one of his many rings around on his
finger as he thought of what could possibly be hurting him so much that he
would block even Magnus out of his head and choose to run away from his
problems than seek to have them be resolved in some way, but, Magnus could only
speculate what was going on with his lover at the moment.
Everything coming to Magnus' head wasn't good, and it caused him to worry even
more.
"What? Is little ickle Maggy worried about his fat slut?" came the venomous
voice that made Magnus' hackles rise and his attention immediately slide over
to the Cobra of a girl that has increased the size of her thorn in his side
despite the secret they held between them.
"What? Is little ickle Cammy worried about what people will think when they
find out she's not a slut?" he snapped back at her viciously which seemed to
piss the girl off more as she stomped away from him in a rage.
The smirk that stretched across his face in victory lasted for exactly thirty
seconds before he caught sight of his beautiful one. Just like Thursday and
Friday, Alexander was wearing his grey hoodie with the hood pulled up over his
face but, just because Magnus couldn't see it, doesn't mean he didn't know that
the boy looked unusually exhausted; like he was still craving the sleep he
hadn't gotten.
Making his way over to him, Magnus slipped his arms around the young man's
waist making him jump in surprise before he, just as quickly, melted into
Magnus' arms, "What's wrong, my little love? You look so tired."
"I-I a-a-am" Alexander responded weakly as his left hand came up to rub at his
face. The too big sleeve with the sleepy look on his face made Magnus nearly
melt in how utterly cute it was; if Alexander got anymore cuter Magnus would be
swinging a baseball bat at other teens just to keep them away from his cutie.
Turning around in Magnus' arms, Alexander huddled into Magnus as best as he
could like he was a sleepy cat looking to just get held, pet, and hide away
from the light that was penetrating their eyelids.
"Oh my beautiful one, let's get you something to eat and then get you sat down,
I'll happily hold you as you take a nap" Magnus cooed at him to which Alexander
just nodded in agreement to his plan.
Like this, Alexander was so trusting and loving that Magnus was happy the boy
was just too exhausted to think about anything upsetting or hurtful; Magnus
guessed he did enough of that over the weekend? Then again, he was adverse to
even think of anything negative that Alexander could've done.
After getting one plate for the both of them, Magnus brought them both over to
a secluded bench on the outside patio so it'd be much easier for Alexander to
lie down in his lap rather than trying to stretch out over seats that had gaps
between them.
"My beautiful, beautiful Alexander" Magnus muttered to him as he pulled the
hood off his head while getting his lovely one to face towards his stomach so
the sun would get blocked out as much as he could get it to.
After the hood was off, he started stroking his fingers through Alexander's
hair in a soothing gesture which seemed to lull the boy into a more peaceful
sleep as the frown and worry lines vanished from his face like magic.
Magnus was always told he could soothe just about anyone if he put his mind to
it, and he was damn well putting his mind to it right at that moment as
Alexander continued to sleep his way through lunch.
Magnus never disturbed him as they both stayed there well past the end of First
Lunch and on into Second Lunch.
***** 9/11/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Alec shows his side of Magnus' chapter, and reveals why he
     is so tired.
Chapter Notes
     I pretty much blanked today away until I saw it was 7 pm my time, and
     saw I haven't even written anything for Alec's chapter. I write
     better under pressure apparently :'3
Come Monday morning, Alec was exhausted from all of the thoughts that have been
rolling around in his head; from ideas of trying to change himself only for
himself, to the constant ache in his chest from simply acknowledging the fact
he'll never be good enough for either of his parents, and the knowledge of
knowing that he was just a joke to his younger siblings who didn't know the
constant agony he was still in due the beating he got on Thursday.
Mathematics was a blur as he just sat at his desk staring blankly at the board
while his eyes glazed over with tiredness (his black eyes having lessened in
their swelling over the weekend). His head was so tired yet so active he bet he
had gotten about four hours of sleep the entire weekend, and he himself was
none-too-happy about it as he thrived on the simple pleasure of letting his
mind wander away from the real world.
Now, however, his mind was fastened on the thoughts of his own miserable,
depressing life, and the fact that he hasn't done anything to change it until
Jonathan forcefully showed him that he was taking everything laying down - he
was accepting it without any protest against it and well, now that he's seen
what he's been doing, he's trying to steadfastly change it.
But change doesn't come about overnight like some desperate girls trying to fit
in convince themselves happen, no, change happens over a period of weeks,
months, or even years. He has to start his change one step at a time as well.
Honestly, when Alec is this tired, most of the thoughts running through his
head are more logical rather than illogical thoughts clogged with his own self-
hatred, self-esteem issues, and self-whatever issues that he seemed to have
developed over the years.
He was also blatantly sarcastic to the people that like to tell him he's
worthless which ends up with him lashing back out to them in some form or
fashion that lets them know that the way they just opened their mouth to tell
him how worthless he is shows how insecure and lacking their own lives are;
basically showing them that they insult him just to justify their lives,
personalities, or own character flaws aren't as bad as his physical ones when,
in reality, they are worse.
Alec becomes rather angry and aggressive when he's so tired that he doesn't
even want to go to school even though he must.
Seeing Magnus at Lunch though was like the Angel shining down upon him, and in
turn, it turned him into a fluffy cloud of "Let me use you as a pillow as you
look really, really comfy right now".
Burrowing his way into Magnus' neck, he took on the personality of a cat in the
sense that all he wanted was his human to provide a way to block his eyes from
the annoying fluorescent lights, be a softly firm spot to be held on, and every
once in a while pet his hair (fur) in a comforting way that'd keep him lulled
into the light sleep he needed to have right at that moment.
Laying down on the patio bench wasn't the most comfortable of places to take a
nap, but the muscle of Magnus' thigh, the light musky cologne wafting off of
him, and the hand carding through his hair was like a symphony of music lulling
him to sleep.
It was like Nightwish's "While Your Lips Are Still Red" being played lowly in
the background that started organizing the cacophony of Alec's mind, and like a
lightbulb going off in his head, he finally knew one of the first steps to
start changing himself for himself.
It'd been staring at him the whole time and he'd never even known it.
It'd been one of the things he'd run away to in his own mind for so many years
now, and it was just now occurring to him that Alec Lightwood, the boy in his
sketchbook that Alec himself wished to be like, held the key to the starting of
his transformation.
Archery, Alec has always been in love with stories like Robin Hood, the comic
book character Hawkeye, and the Hunger Games series just solidified it as he
always watched tv shows and movies that had a bow and arrow wielding character
just a little bit more than others.
Hell, his current favorite TV show was Arrow just for the simple fact that
Oliver Queen was the Green Arrow who wields a bow and arrow to fight crime; how
awesome is that?
On the flipside, Hawkeye learned everything he knows from the Circus becoming
an expert marksman, and deadly trained assassin that could whip just about
anyone's tail if he put his entire focus and strength into it...well...everyone
but the entirety of the Avengers because everyone aside from Tony Stark who has
an unfair advantage of surrounding himself in armour at just the mear thought
were all hulking brutes of men that could lay him out flatter than a pancake.
Maybe that's why he constantly dies and comes back? Oh well, he's still alive
in the movies so it's all fair in Alec's mind, but going back to his initial
thoughts, learning Archery is a very tempting thought. It felt like it'd be the
bread to his butter and the resulting dish that'd be served is some out-of-
this-world combination that'd elicit ten out of ten marks of a grade scale.
The magical fingers combing through his hair was like the ushering of a page
being turned and his mind flipped to a different thought entirely. He knew,
first and foremost, he needed to work on his speech impediment, that was the
one thing he had to try his hardest to get over because it was the first thing
in his life blocking his ability to have a normal one.
Though, then again, Drew Lynch on America's Got Talent showed that you could
find the humor in your own disability, that you can turn your own weakness into
your own strength, but Alec doesn't think he has the guts to turn the one thing
even he hates into a strength that he could use to grow from.
For now, he knows that he has two ways to start changing himself and that's
through dedication in Speech class and going to see Brother Jeremiah every
Sunday so he can start confiding in and talking to someone that is entirely
removed from his life and the people he has to deal with every day.
Maybe having someone to talk to that is outside of his usual atmosphere of his
parents, Magnus, and everyone else will be able to help him figure himself out
along the way as he starts changing himself into someone he can be proud of.
Fuck his Mother, fuck his Father, and fuck whoever is wanting him to become
someone they want - he wants to be someone he wants to be, and that's it.
Nuzzling into Magnus' thigh, he lets out a happy sigh up until the boy above
him says, "I'm sorry, my darling but we need to get to Fifth Period now."
The softness of his voice combined with the way Alec's mind is mostly put
together now helps usher him back into wakefulness. Swinging himself around on
the seat sluggishly shows that he's still not as rested as he should be, but it
was enough to get him through the next hour of school until he gets to Auto
Mechanics class which is still in the introduction phase to the class so they
are mostly sitting down.
Prime opportunity to take a nap, and he wasn't fool enough to not take it
despite knowing he'd be likely failing the class by the end of the year if he
doesn't start going and paying attention to what is being taught.
He yawns widely stretching his arms above his head not knowing he was flashing
Magnus a stripe of his stomach turning the teen on though he was able to
quickly hide it once Alec pulled his arms back down.
Standing up, the both of them opened the doors to the Lunchroom where they
quickly melded with the crowd that was going back to their classrooms. Turning
back towards Magnus, he felt a bit of courage well up within him which he
quickly captured then put into a quick action of kissing Magnus on his
addictive lips before turning back around and rushing towards his class.
Alec was stunned, but happy with himself as he made his way back to his Earth
Science class where he grabbed his backpack then made his way back to the exit
of the room.
That was another thing he needed to figure out, his true feelings for Magnus;
the teen, when Alec wasn't thinking about how to change himself for himself,
was a thought that plagued him with the unknown feelings that Alec has for him.
Alec doesn't know what true happiness feels like, Alec doesn't know what love
feels like, Alec doesn't know what a lot of good emotions feel like, but he'd
willingly learn them in any way he could and if that meant using Magnus as a
test dummy to see what emotions the teen evoked within Alec's body that he's
never felt before, well, sorry Magnus.
Alec would do anything to get that rush of happiness that surged through him
when Magnus kissed him for the first time - it was like getting high without
taking any drugs...not that Alec knows what getting high was like as he's never
done drugs before, but he figured it was like when his brain went to the sky as
his body slipped to the ground.
It was a rush of endorphins (what Scientists call it) that was so addicting he
wants to turn around just to make out with Magnus in the middle of the hallway
before Alec went to his English I, but, Alec's courage has since fizzled out
after the brief moment he had it within himself to do something gutsy.
For now, however, Alec will keep the feelings Magnus has thus far brought to
the forefront of Alec's mind to himself so he could marvel at them like the
precious balls of light energy that have made themselves known to him.
Unlike Maryse's anger, Jace's hurtful laughter, Isabelle's sneer, and Robert's
disdain for him, what Magnus has done for him is like leading him down a series
of hallways that were just as fascinating and wonderful as the last one they
passed. Alec never wants these feelings to leave him even though the darkness
within him looms just behind him and, right now, that darkness will do anything
to destroy the precious balls of light that Magnus has gifted to him.
The darkness wishes to bring Alec back within its unyielding clutches as he
desperately tries to fight it back with everything that Magnus has gifted to
him as well as the strength he's been trying to gain over the few days; Alec
has been trying to fight back the darkness that started to eat away at him on
Saturday with his Mother's hurtful words.
The fight has left him with little sleep thus is why he's so exhausted today,
and why he willingly took the comfort Magnus was offering him. Fighting his own
negativity is exhausting, and the light that Magnus shines so brightly with is
so welcoming.
Alec knew that his darkness could very well snuff out his existence, but if he
wasn't there it'd hurt Magnus and the light he shines with so Alec is fighting
his darkness so he could stay with Magnus and keep the light shining within the
beautiful teen glowing brightly.
He'd never allow anyone to snuff out Magnus' light, not even himself.
***** 9/11/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Magnus has more questions than answers about Alexander, but
     he knows he'll do anything for him.
Chapter Notes
     I know this one is cutting it close, but I've been playing games
     recently and I've been distracted with them D;
The shock from Alexander's sudden kiss leaves him standing in the hallway for a
full minute thinking of how much courage it must've taken him to even do that
versus just holding his hand and taking a nap on his lap.
Maybe tiredness makes his wife more open about his feelings rather than when
he's more coherent? All speculation and no answers about his love is pissing
Magnus off yet making him more intrigued about the boy each and every day that
goes by; it makes him want to chase after the boy more and more just to get
more questions and answers about who this wonderfully self-conscious teen is.
Magnus knows that Alexander has more issues than his Vogue magazine
subscription, but it's what draws Magnus to him as he knows that Alexander is
struggling to get ahold of being someone he wasn't supposed to be.
Magnus believes that Alexander was supposed to be a stronger person than who he
is right now, it's like some innate feeling inside of him is saying that
Alexander was supposed to be someone sassy, witty, sarcastic, but loving when
he's around people he loves, tolerates, or likes to a certain degree. Everyone
else would get the brash, defensive, and cold man that'd tell you his exact
thoughts on how you're acting and why you should stop.
Magnus likes to think he'd get the first one alongside the hidden side of
Alexander where he'd curl up into Magnus like a cat and just lay there taking
in the comfort that Magnus was all too willing to provide.
Entering his English I class, he was presented with another shock when he
spotted his lovely cherub in the back row all too willing to look like a half-
dead zombie trying to keep his gorgeous hazel eyes open and focused on the
whiteboard at the front of the class rather than smushing his adorable little
nose into the desk in order to take a nap.
Tilting his head to the side in a moment of complete and utter awe of the boy
who has yet to even notice him there, he continued to contemplate the meaning
of having a fanboy heart for the very same teen he's had the fortune of being
able to kiss already.
It's like that moment when you realize that your love for someone was so great
that not even the person you hate most could ruin the image of just seeing your
fixation in the flesh once more though you saw them not two minutes ago.
Course, Magnus forgot that some people in the class still didn't like Alexander
as much as he does and that becomes apparent when a rolled up piece of paper
comes flying at Alexander hitting him harmlessly in the head then continuing
its descent to the ground where it rolled a few inches and coming to a stop at
Magnus' feet.
Alexander blinked a few times as if to clear the fog of his mind and that's
when he spotted Magnus now standing right beside him. "Hello darling, I didn't
know I'd get the pleasure of having a class with you," Magnus tells him as he
sets his backpack down beside the desk as he took the seat to Alexander's left.
Alexander's mouth opens and Magnus was able to understand this sentence so
clearly that he was shocked by this gorgeous teen yet again, "I-I tho-tho-
thought I'd b-be alo-al-alone in-in this p-p-period."
The very fact that Alec was able to say two words clearly was a shock, but the
fact that he openly admitted that he thought he'd have to endure not getting a
single class without Magnus just hurt his heart a little due to the fact that,
yes, Magnus wished they had more classes together, but he couldn't pick and
choose his core classes like he wished to, but they at least had this class.
Reaching over for Alexander's left hand with his right, Magnus looks at him
seriously and says, "If I could, I'd force them to change all my classes just
to get all five of them with you. You're no longer alone."
The tears seemed to escape the tired Alexander's mind, and he doesn't seem to
notice them or doesn't care to wipe them away so Magnus takes out a tissue from
his jacket pocket, turns to his right side, and starts to gently wipe them away
with a care he's only shown his Mother.
"I care about you so much Alexander that it pains me to see you so hard on
yourself as well as so self-conscious, please, let me take care of you and
you'll see what a good husband I can be to my beautiful wife."
The words slipped out like water down a waterfall and Magnus doesn't regret
them for a second; all that he'd just said was true, but he needs Alexander to
figure out what he wants for his future. Will it include Magnus? He doesn't
know, but all he does know is that Alexander seems to be struggling with
something and that something is wearing him out to the point of exhaustian.
Carefully wiping another of the black-haired teens tears away, he looks into
the tired hazel eyes that he adores and wonders what the future will hold for
them if there is even a future for them.
He knows one thing, he wants Alexander to be his and his alone, he'll fight
anyone for that right.
***** 9/11/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which a sleep-deprived Alec shows us how sleep-deprived he really
     is.
Chapter Notes
     I, literally, looked at my clock and saw it was Wednesday and I
     freaked. I thought it was Tuesday, today, and well, here's the late-
     ish chapter :D
The softness of the tissue wiping his tears away and the loving words that
poured out of Magnus' mouth forced him to take a deep breath as if to inhale
all that was going on around him, and yet, the constant fog that permeated his
mind refused to release him from its hazy grasp despite knowing that he needed
to pay attention to what the teacher was trying to teach him.
"I-I..." he tried to respond to the kind, loving words that fell out of Magnus'
mouth like a twinkling sonnet that spoke of such promises as love, acceptance,
and care all that wrapped around his hazy mind that desperately needed sleep.
He was passed rambling out about oddities, passed trying to make two thoughts
connect into one despite knowing they never would, and he was passed the
ability to control his wayward emotions. Now, he was just numb to everything
around him even though he knew the comfortable touch of Magnus' hand against
his cheek was nearly beckoning him to go back to sleep within its softness.
Blinking his eyes, he forced himself to try and get himself to focus on
something other than Magnus' loving gaze that had locked him into a staring
contest for the past ten minutes, but it was just hopeless at this point.
It was Magnus who dragged his eyes away from Alec's hazy hazel eyes, "Ma'am? I
believe Alexander isn't feeling well and needs to go to the Nurses Office" the
Indonesian teen tells the teacher who asks if he really needs too but
Alexander's sleep-deprived mind simply couldn't drag up enough words to respond
to her.
"Yes, Miss Garroway. He can't speak because his throat is so sore" Magnus lied
to her like it was his chosen profession in life to lie to anyone he was
talking to, and Alec silently hoped that Magnus hasn't used that tone of voice
on him thus far but he simply didn't know nor care at the moment.
All Alec wanted right now was a nice, soft bed, a fluffy blanket, and a pillow
to lay his head on for the next few hours as he catches up on his sleep.
"Mr. Bane, I'm not talking to you. Mr. Lightwood, are you ill enough that you
need to see the Nurse?" she asked Alec looking right at him as if waiting for
his answer.
Alec right at her and said, "Did a herd of goats just walk through the door?
Because the trampling I heard just now reminded me of them."
Alec was not joking when he said that, his mind and face couldn't comprehend
that he didn't stutter for once and that he asked his English I teacher a very
absurd question that could be grounds for getting him a detention.
And by the peeved look on her face, the laughter that Alec was hearing around
him due to his absurd question wasn't registering to her teacher oriented mind
thus she didn't find what he just said funny in the slightest.
Magnus himself looked shocked and scared about what the teacher will be doing
to Alec now that his hazy mind finally strung together a question that was so
absurd that it was funny.
"Detention, Mr. Lightwood. I'll see you this afternoon" she told him before
turning around.
Alec, panicked by getting detention combined with his sleep-deprived brain
shouted, "No! The Dragons at home are going to be mad and breathe slime at me
if I don't show up on time! You don't want to be on the ass end of the She-
Dragon! Her farts are smelly!"
By this point, Alec has given up hope on ever making himself understood through
the haze of sleepiness that he'd plunged himself into in a bid to fight back
his darkness, and has in the timespan of twenty minutes talking without his
stutter, made his Mother come off as a slime breathing, farting Dragon, and,
made himself get detention for a week.
The idiotic thought of "This can't get any worse" comes to the logical,
rational part of his mind before he blurts out this little gem, "I wanna be a
teacup one day, you know why? Because I'll get the greatest tasting things
poured into me and, just as the drinks getting good, you taste dirty dishwater.
That taste ruins everything let me tell you."
He, at this point, is standing up from his seat with the entire classes
attention on him as his brain-to-mouth filter takes a hike and he spews
anything and everything from his mind.
"I know I'm getting a months worth of detention from disrupting class, but do I
care? Nope, because you've already labeled me as a delinquent so I might as
well live up to the title, aye? I mean, really, if you think about it a person
is only labeled a delinquent in someone's mind when that someone doesn't
realize how sleep-deprived the blabbermouth standing right here is."
Alec completed that entire statement with a finger poking himself in the chest,
and the red face of the teacher glaring at him just made him want to throw the
rule book out and continue on, "And, come on now, this is the longest I've gone
without switching to stutter mode in my brain which is a relief really because
stuttering gets so annoying even to me, OK? I live with that crap twenty-four
seven and it is not fun times."
It wasn't apparent to Alec that most of the students started filming his sleep-
deprived rants to that they can share them with their friends with messages
like, "Lightwood's finally lost it" and "Tis guy gon cray-cray".
"Oh, oh, and let's not forget how my entire year sees me as nothing but a
ghost! I might as well make ghost noises around you sacks o' shit! I mean,
seriously, the only time I'm acknowledged is when someone wants to beat the
shit out of me, call me insults that are increasingly becoming less and less
creative, and let's not forget that the guy I've spent YEARS crushing on is
nothing like the kid I remember!"
Alec, pointing an accusing finger at a bewildered Magnus, shouts, "Look how hot
he is! And he wants me! How fucked is that? Me! A kid who is 165 lbs, can just
barely reach the top shelf of a cabinet, and has eyes so muddy that they look
like a pollution infested swamp! And you wonder if muffin-topped teens can't
get the hot guys and girls, bitch please!"
There seemed to be no end to the sleep-deprived rant that Alec was going on,
"Oh, and you know what you assholes will never experience? His lips, ya wanna
know why? They're mine, and I'm not going to ask for a refund! I know later I'm
going to want to dig my own grave in mortification, but right now I'm having so
much fun! I'm so light that I could fly out the window!"
"Alexander, stop!"
Too late.
Alec, while flapping his arms like a bird, hit the window of the classroom head
on and he fell to the ground knocking himself out. What a great end to a great
and terrible Fifth Period.
***** 9/11/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Magnus and Catarina have a heated discussion over what's
     best for Alec.
Chapter Notes
     Oh look! This one is on time! :D
     Hope you all enjoy it!
     Edit: I totally forgot I had an English I teacher picked out already
     in my jumble of notes for CYS(OFY) so I'll be going back and changing
     the teachers name in the last chapter as well. Sorry!
     Oh and, by the way, it's Amatis Garroway so nobody gets her confused
     with Jocelyn.
There was a stunned silence in the room as everyone couldn't believe how wild
and crazy Alexander had gotten within the first thirty minutes of the class
period.
There was no way that Miss Garroway could've expected one of her new students
to go off the cuff and willingly spew out all of his feelings about his peers
in one go before he knocked himself out after running headfirst into a plate
glass window that used the force of motion to propel his already damaged body
backward which concluded with him being knocked out when his head met the tiled
floor.
Magnus, finally shaking himself out of a rather small portion of his shock, he
quickly hurried over to Alexander's prone form just to check his head and body
over for any additional injuries that this wonderfully stupid boy had just
caused himself.
Other than a nice goose egg on the back of his head, he didn't seem to have
caused his head any serious injuries that'd require him to spend more time at
the hospital.
"If you'd be so kind, Miss Garroway, of finally letting me take Alexander here
to the Nurses Office, I'd like a professional to look him over for any life-
threatening injuries that I can't see," Magnus said looking at the stunned
teach with a serious expression on his face.
Having to grow up rather quickly after his Mother's attempted suicide, Magnus
read anything and everything he could about basic first aid, but he didn't have
an ice pack on him nor did he have the privacy to check for injuries under his
beloveds clothes; he wasn't about to let everyone see what he considered his
only to see.
Miss Garroway, still in complete and utter shock, just nodded her head in
acquiescence which was all of the approval that Magnus needed to pick his
Alexander up in his arms so he could get his love to Nurse Catarina as quickly
as possible.
Jem Carstairs, who is closest to the door, walks up to open it for him so he
wouldn't have to try to balance Alexander in his arms while trying to open the
door.
Giving the silver-streaked teen a nod in thanks, Magnus continued on his way to
the Nurses Office where, once she'd looked up from whatever she was doing,
immediately shows a peeved face until she sees that Alexander wasn't sleeping,
but passed out.
Immediately shooting into Concerned Nurse mode, she has Magnus set Alexander
down upon one of the two empty beds held within the four stark white walls of
the room before shooting him questions of how did he get knocked out and what
caused the incident to occur.
Magnus answered her truthfully stating Alexander had gone on an unstuttered
rant, that he's barely had any sleep all weekend, and that he'd knocked himself
out after slamming into one of the windows in their English I classroom.
"Oh, this boy is just becoming more and more troublesome" Catarina sighed as
she made sure all of his previous injuries from Jonathan and his merry group of
boys hadn't reopened or gotten worse. "Luckily, the only thing I see is a good
sized knot on the back of his head and nothing else, but I'm going to have to
call his parents to come pick him up once he wakes" she says as she looks down
at a Nurse Release Form that she has to fill out with each and every student
that has to be sent home early.
Magnus, remembering what Alexander had said at the beginning of his odd rant
about a "she-Dragon with smelly farts" quickly pieces together that he was
talking about his Mother at that moment, and quickly decides to intervene just
in case Alexander's Mother turns into the Dragon Lady like his love fears she
will.
"Is there any way at all to release him to my parents and I? I fear for
Alexander's safety at home should he return there this afternoon before school
even ends" Magnus tells her trying to hopefully get her to see his side of
things without really going into detail.
"Alexander has not indicated that he's being mentally, sexually, or emotionally
abused by his parents so I can't call the cops on them nor can I release him to
you and your parents as you aren't a blood relative," she tells him as she
finishes filling the sheet out.
Slamming his open palm down on the side of Alexander she is on, "You can't know
that, you haven't been to his house and you've barely even talked to him"
Magnus growled to her now picking up his game in trying to get her to see his
side of things.
The bold, cold, and unrepentant look she gives him is one that should've frozen
his rage but didn't, "And you think you know Mr. Lightwood so well? You claim
to love him, you parade around in your clothes like some sort of flamboyant sex
god that everyone should bow to even him, and yet all you know is some little
boy from ten years ago. Ten years, Magnus can change a person like him, a
person that everyone desires to see fail in life yet he still struggles to hold
himself up every day. I've known people like him, and many of them have fallen
victim to the constant darkness looming over them and, I pray, that Alexander
doesn't fall too."
What the Nurse said stung him deeply and, through gritted teeth, he says, "I
know that this is an entirely different Alexander than to the little boy that I
once claimed wasn't my friend but my wife. I'm trying to figure out the pieces
to his puzzle, but the bigger picture hasn't become clear yet."
Turning and walking out of the room, he left the Nurse to do what she had too
despite the constant objects going through Magnus' mind, right now, those
thoughts had to take a backseat just so he could process the other information
Alexander had blurted out in his rant to every one of their classmates.
Walking down the hallway, Magnus continued to decipher the meaning behind his
one and only's rant as he made it back to English I, retook his seat, and zoned
out what Miss Morgan was teaching.
It was going to be a long few hours.
***** 9/11/2017 *****
Chapter Summary
     A relapse and an unlikely friend.
Chapter Notes
     Sadly, when they talk about Kendrick, I had a friend back in Fifth
     grade who died the way he did and I miss him to this day. The wound
     never goes away, you're just able to handle to pain it holds better.
Waking up to a glaring Maryse Lightwood was one of the sights that Alec could
live without in his life, the venomous words that next spewed from those frown
set lips contained letters he wished he never learned, and the deep-seated
wounds within his heart quickly found the stitches popping and the staples
breaking in two as the woman that gave birth to him made him feel like he was
so low that dust was better than he was.
"I can not for the life of me comprehend why you continue to disgrace this
family, and no less than a week either. You and I are going home, we are going
to have a long talk about obedience as well as learning when to keep our mouths
shut, do you understand me?"
The snarl on the face of the once beautiful woman punctuated that he wasn't
going to be talking at all - he was going to listen to every belittling insult
that she throws at him and he will be forced to swallow them down as he stands
there looking into her eyes like she always wants him too.
When being lectured and insulted by the woman he is forced to call Mother, he
has to look her in her eyes so she knows that every word she says gets through
to him, and every one of the words cuts him that much more.
She repeats herself sometimes saying that she wished her firstborn son had more
of a backbone, that he studied his hardest, that he had friends in high
standing, and that he was much more bodily fit.
Alec wishes he was all those things as well, but he wasn't and, with each
cutting word from her, he mentally seals the cracks that'd started to form in
the cocoon that he calls his home within his mind.
The cracks had been so beautiful, they'd shown so brightly with light breaking
through, but the battle with his darkness had caused him unnecessary anguish
from his family so he needs to seal them shut before anymore cracks form.
He can't allow himself to snap at his Mother, she wouldn't like that.
"Now get your backpack, and get in the car," she says after thirty minutes of
just standing there lecturing him. Maryse Lightwood was only just getting
started with Alec though, the black-haired woman could go on for a couple of
hours.
"Y-Y-Ye..." he started to say, but the peeved look on her face spoke volumes
about how much she didn't want to listen to his stuttering response so he
snapped his mouth shut and did what he was told to do.
On the way home, Alec looked out the passenger side window wondering why, when
he was just starting to feel positive emotions like an inkling of what love may
be, and happiness that could throw him into a panic attack, that a force so
negative that it overwrites those emotions reminds him of just how depressed,
lonely, and hurt he is.
It seems that nobody but Magnus maybe cares about him, and it hurts him just
thinking those words to himself. Nobody loves him besides just one person, how
does a person live like this? How does a person move past the knowledge of
knowing that most everyone around them doesn't give a crap about them?
Jace likes to put gum in his hair while he sleeps while Izzy likes to switch
his shampoo out with hair dye just to say, "Now you look a little more like the
fairy you are."
Maryse and Robert Lightwood look at him with nothing but scorn.
Right there in the car he starts to panic, and not from an overdose of
endorphins, no, this is from the sheer knowledge of not knowing what love is
because he's never been shown it, not knowing what a loving family is because
his family is fucking up beyond all recognition, and the knowledge that the one
person that gives a shit about him isn't there to help calm him down.
"Stop that right now, Alexander" Maryse snaps as she continues to drive.
"I-I-I ca-c-can-can't b-b-breathe" he wheezes out as his vision starts to blur
and lag.
"Yes, you can. Stop acting like such a child" Maryse snaps at him again making
him panic even further.
His body starts to thrash about in an attempt to get fresh air into his lungs,
but nothing was working. Nothing was working as he finally released himself
from the seatbelt, opened the passenger side door, and, due to Alec's sudden
actions, Maryse immediately stops the car which aids in Alec's escape from the
confines of the car.
Making it a little way away from the car, Alec dropped to his knees and throws
up what little food was in his stomach. Tears dropping from his eyes, saliva
dribbling from his mouth, and clutching his aching stomach, he was finally able
to breathe.
Falling to his uninjured side, Alec stopped taking in deep breathes of air that
he could finally feel around him rather than the stifling air inside of the car
that Maryse Lightwood occupied.
His mind was still in a panic, but it was a controlled panic that seemed to be
flickering from one thought to another with no real sense of it all, but one
thought that kept rotating through was that he needed to see Brother Jeremiah.
He needed to be in the comforting presence of Raziel's light, but he also
needed to be held by the one teenager that still loves him despite how he'd
gone crazy in English I; it's like an innate feeling of knowing that Magnus
would love him even though Alec had lost his mind for a time that day.
"Are you just going to lye on the sidewalk all afternoon or are you going to
get up at some point?" came a cold, Hispanic voice from above him. Clearing his
vision, his eyes adjusted enough to see Raphael Santiago's face staring down at
him.
"G-G-Goi-Going t-t-to be-be her-here f-for a w-wh-w-whil-while" he responds
back in a tone of voice he never tried to use before; a sarcastic and sassy
tone of voice are beyond him when it comes to talking to someone, but it
doesn't mean he couldn't try.
"Get up and walk with me," Raphael told him as he looked away from Alec's face
and towards something Alec couldn't see. Not wanting to anger the stoic teen,
he immediately does what he is told to do even though he didn't exactly want
too.
"You made a fool out of yourself today in English I, the videos and pictures of
you are already making the circuit around the school. By tomorrow you'll be the
laughing stock of the entire Freshmen Class" Raphael told him as they both kept
walking to an unknown destination.
"I-I-I kn-kn-know," Alec told him already starting to berate himself for making
himself look so absent-minded and idiotic.
"For some of us, we're seeing a deeper meaning behind your words towards the
end though."
"Who-wh-who is-is u-u-us?"
"Simon, Clary, and I along with a couple of others," Raphael tells him before
stopping and standing in Alec's path forcing him to stop as well, "I might be
Camille's right-hand man, but even I'm not heartless enough to go along with
everything she does. Me Madre didn't raise me to look down on others who have
already been knocked so far down they don't know how to get back up again."
"Smar-Smart wo-wo-wom-woman" Alec commented looking at him not getting why
Raphael wanted to walk around with him.
"Me Madre also taught me that, eventually, all cocoons become butterflies with
the right drive and encouragement," Raphael said looking into Alec's eyes as if
knowing exactly how Alec viewed himself which would be absurd - no one knew
just how depressed, alone, and hurt he felt on a daily basis.
"You're not ready to die yet, but any more of what you are currently going
through and, eventually, something will have to give," the Hispanic teen says
looking at him before looking down at the sidewalk, "Fifth grade, I was absent
for two weeks, do you remember why?"
Alec, without saying a word, nodded his head remembering that a boy named
Kendrick Rodriguez, Raphael's best friend since First grade, had died. The
cause was never released to the students, but Raphael's absence had been
noticed and everyone mourned the loss of one of their peers.
"The cause of Kendrick's death was never released, but I found out anyway when
I overheard his Mom talking to mine. She said she didn't think a ten-year-old
could get so depressed so quickly that he'd willingly take his own life. As
they continued talking, I leaned against the wall and cried my eyes out that
day."
Raphael sniffled as he thought back to his old best friend, "You never forget
the people you lose to death, time doesn't make the wound go away, the wound
just settles in and never closes. If you go the route that Kendrick took,
you'll just be another wound that won't close, another face people mourn, and
another person that lost the battle against their own darkness, fight your
darkness and you'll eventually win out against it."
What Raphael said resonated within Alec to the point that it physically scared
him. Just another wound that won't close? He couldn't do that to Magnus, he
can't do that to anyone.
Stealing his resolve, he gives Raphael a sharp nodd before walking towards the
direction of his house.
He needed to start planning on ways to fight against the darkness within him
that threatened to pull him in the direction that Kendrick went - onto a path
of self-destruction that would only end in pain.
***** 9/11/2017 - Raphael's POV *****
Chapter Summary
     Into the mind of one of the background characters and the changes
     that'll start occurring in Alec's life in the coming chapters.
Chapter Notes
     No joke, this came to me last Tuesday and I've been waiting to post
     it ever since.
As Alexander Lightwood walked away from him, he couldn't help but feel like he
needed to say something extra to the teenager that he'd help bully his entire
life up to this point, but what could he possibly say without sounding like a
pansy? What small comfort could he offer to someone who had, had to endure the
constant social stigmatism that he never even earned in the first place?
"Alec!" he called out to him without really even meaning to, but did just so he
could say, something before the teen was too far away to hear him.
As he turned around to look at him, Raphael stopped thinking of what he wanted
to say and just said the first thing that came to his mind, "I'm sorry, for
what I did to you all of these years. No doubt Kendrick is rolling in his grave
for what I've been doing to you, and I don't expect your forgiveness" Raphael
paused for a brief moment, "Just, I'm sorry."
Turning away himself, Raphael refused to hear anything that came out of the
black-haired teen's mouth as he felt the response would've been too nice, and
too accepting for what Raphael has done and allowed to be done throughout Alec
Lightwood's life up to that point.
Without really meaning too, Raphael found himself walking to the cemetery that
his best friend was buried in. Standing in front of where Kendrick was buried,
he looked down at the epitaph on the headstone that says, "Gone, but never
forgotten."
How true just those four simple words were, the Funeral Director said that many
people put "Beloved son and friend" on their loved one's gravestones that they
all start looking the same, which is why Raphael and Ms. Rodriguez chose those
four words instead.
Malina Rodriguez was the only one of her family left living, and Kendrick had
been her beacon of light in her suffocating darkness but she'd never realized
that the darkness within Kendrick had killed him to the point he gave up on
living thus leaving behind a Mother who doesn't even have the will to get up in
the morning.
Malina just lays there motionless despite the tears that fall down her mourning
face, and each afternoon Raphael finds himself taking care of her after classes
have ended just so he can show her someone still cares about her; that the
memories of her son were still alive even though he was absent from the world
of the living.
He and his Madre were worried that one day Malina just won't wake up and that
her broken heart would finally kill her. The stress she willingly deals with
day in and day out is causing her breath to rasp, and noticeable pain upon her
face is becoming visible.
At one point, she asked him, "Why am I allowed to live, and yet my son allowed
to die?"
Raphael didn't know how to answer her, so he just sang her a Spanish lullaby to
help lull her into some type of sleep so her body could heal a little bit from
the constant stress she was under.
He wishes he knew the answers of the universe, but even his own actions
couldn't be explained once he started bullying Alec after he'd come back from
grieving for his best friend; maybe at the time, it was to make someone feel as
bad as he did and the chubby child had just been there.
"I know what I did to Alec was beyond acceptable, and yet I still did it. I
wanted someone to feel as sad and disappointed as I did when you'd died, but it
hadn't been the right thing to do in the end. Alec hadn't deserved my hurtful
words, and yet, I yelled at him, pushed him down, and did everything I could to
make his life miserable."
Raphael, way past caring about his clothes getting dirty, sat down on the
ground in front of where Kendrick laid, and let the tears start to fall, "Ever
since I became friends with Simon and the red-head I've been thinking on a lot
of past mistakes I've made, and bullying Alec Lightwood was one of them. People
bullied you, and then I turned around and did the same thing to him without
thinking about how much it hurt you."
"He's suffered for so long all because I did it and allowed it to happen,"
Raphael said looking down at the ground picking at the grass as some half-assed
attempt to distract himself from the pain he was feeling in his heart over what
he's been doing to someone else.
He hurt Alec to the point that he doesn't even know how to smile, he hasn't
seen such an expression grace the teen's lips since Pre-School; after that Alec
was picked on, teased, and bullied until he couldn't even talk without a
stutter, and Raphael helped with that. Raphael helped shape Alexander Lightwood
into the teenager he is today.
"You weren't the only one who did nothing to help him" came the forlorn voice
of one Simon Lewis. He looked just as sad, unhappy, and depressed as Raphael
did.
Standing up quickly and brushing his tears away, Raphael's cold tone of voice
quickly snapped into place, "I don't know what you're talking about, Simon."
Raphael tried to look hard, cold, and disinterested around Simon along with his
band of merry weirdos even when it was a fruitless effort while being around
them.
It was like they were their own galaxy that didn't spin around Camille and her
pitch black abyss that wished to suck everything around her in and then spit it
back out looking like nothing, but space dust.
Tilting his head, Simon gave him a look that said, "Don't do this to me now",
but Raphael steadfastly refused to acknowledge he'd been weak around someone.
"Alec, he didn't deserve to be hurt by anyone nor allowed to be hurt by anyone,
but we let it happen and we need to fix it. Help me fix it by trying to become
his friend" Simon said looking up at Raphael.
Raphael didn't know what to say to the Jewish boy, but he knew that Simon was
right about everything he said. Alec hadn't deserved anything that'd happened
to him - he never did anything to cause himself to be bullied, ridiculed, or
made fun of.
He'd just been there.
That was it, Alec had just been there and everyone had just turned on him after
Pre-School.
Looking into the brown eyes that Simon sported, Raphael let one of his walls
fall down just long enough to give him a slow nod of agreement. Alec didn't
have any friends, so wanting to become one of the first two would do the
depressed teen a world of good.
As both of them stood there, they knew that chess pieces were slowly moving
into place where a brighter future was being created not only for them but for
Alec as well.
***** ~*~Interlude~*~ *****
Chapter Summary
     Waking up on Valentine's Day with the one you love most helps you
     realize all you've been through just to get to that point in time.
Chapter Notes
     With a brief appearance of Sebastian/Maia which may or may not become
     story canon.
     Also, there might be more to come featuring different couples from
     the future of CYS(OFY).
~Nth Number of Years Into the Future~
February 14, 20--
Life ever since their days in high school have seen many loving ups alongside
many miserable lows, but nothing and both of these gentlemen mean nothing,
could tear them apart. High school had been hard on both of them, but they
wouldn't give up those four terrifyingly arduous years for nothing.
Those four years saw Alec pull out of depression so dark that he didn't know
just how far he'd fallen until he was able to pull himself back up into
something of a normal life.
Sadly, he'd had to make some drastic changes in his life to get back to being
in a healthy mental state, and the darkness still haunts him even now but he's
learned to live with knowing that it'll never truly go away despite his best
attempts so he rolls with the punches when they come, and he pulls himself back
up to his feet no matter how hard it may seem at times.
Sometimes he just wants to lie in bed with the covers pulled up over his
shoulders, and just watch NCIS on Netflix; that show somehow just helps him
cope with his more milder form of depression now. Just watching Ducky tell
stories of his own life experiences while Abby's gothic look brings back the
nostalgia of his time when he tried it for a couple of years, much to Magnus'
displeasure, and Gibbs being the Father figure he always wished he had.
Today, thankfully, wasn't one of the days Alec was getting a depression attack,
no, the hand wrapped firmly around his hardening flesh was telling him to feel
a much, much different sort of way. He shivers as a firm, tanned, chest was
pressed against his back barely leaving any visible room between him and the
man who held his heart in a chokehold.
"Good morning, my darling" came the whispered greeting of the sultry male from
behind him.
"Good morning" Alec grumbled out in his sleep-weakened voice as each
menstruation that Magnus did to his cock helped waken his mind, and
subsequently, his body even more.
The firmness of Magnus' chest upon his back along with his sinful hand upon his
cock just about made him cum right then and there, but Magnus knew how to play
him like a fiddle by now so each change of angle stopped Alec from taking too
much pleasure from what his husband was doing to him.
"You're playful this morning," Alec commented softly as he shifted his left leg
up enough to give the Asian's other hand room to reach into his crevice with
the subsequent gentle prodding of fingertips to test how loose he still was.
They'd had sex the previous night after sending their sons off to Sebastian and
Maia's house, whom, only agreed to take them after making Alec and Magnus
promise to come to their daughter's school production of Winnie the Pooh next
Friday.
Agreeing adamantly, both men had "ran" (read: drove) home hurriedly just to
start their passionate night like two newlyweds all over again; Alec remembers
their wedding night, it was wild, rushed, and completely amazing all at the
same time. The two days after their wedding was spent in their hotel room in a
sexathon with no cares for the outside world - just the two of them enjoying
the newlywed feeling and the utter bliss that came with it.
Moaning loud enough to be heard, but not to interrupt the quiet that was
settled around them, Alec enjoyed the feeling of his husband's fingers teasing,
poking, and prodding within his rectum all the way until his sweet spot was
found and caressed with the expert fingertips of the man behind him who'd taken
to kissing the back of his neck lovingly.
Neither said a word once the fingers were subtracted from Alec and a much
meatier piece of flesh replaced them. Feeling Magnus breech his hole, he went
even slacker than he had just been as a blissful sigh slipped from his parted
lips.
Feeling the heated flesh slowly slipping inside of him, Alec enjoyed the
feeling of being connected to Magnus once more in the time span of just two
days. Days like this were rare for the both of them as, after starting a proper
family four years ago, they haven't had much time to fit a healthy sex life
into their schedule, but "healthy sex life" or not, they both knew the other
loved them deeply and that's all that seemed to matter to the both of them.
They didn't need sex once a week just to know that Alec loved Magnus or Magnus
loved Alec, all they needed was to share a bed, subtle touches, and the press
of lips in a good morning or good night kiss (and maybe some stolen during the
day when Rafael and Max weren't looking.)
As Magnus reached the hilt of his heated flesh, he brought himself up just
enough to whisper, "I love you, Alexander. You're so perfect, so beautiful, so
loving, and trusting; I don't know how I got so lucky to have you in my life,
to be married to you, to have two beautiful children with you, and to be able
to hold you at night when you sleep. Gods, you're so amazing that I'm
constantly blown away by how kindhearted, loving, and caring you are. What'd I
do to deserve you, huh? What did I do to get to hold you in my arms? I don't
know, but whatever it is I refuse to let it have you back."
Magnus' words hit Alec like a Mac truck because Alec wonders the same thing
constantly when he sees Magnus putting his makeup on in the morning, when he's
getting ready for a party, or when he's coming home exhausted after a long day
planning parties for other people.
Alec can't help but wonder though he knows, the trials and tribulations the
both of them had gone through made it all worth it in the end.
Turning his head towards Magnus', he plants a soft and loving kiss upon his
rose pink lips with his left arm lifts up to cup the back of his loves mussed
up hair that'd, no doubt, look picture perfect when they went to pick up their
sons in a couple of hours for now, however, it will be the sex hair that Alec
had artfully created all night long.
Feeling Magnus start to move in and out of him, Alec raised his left leg
invitingly allowing it to come to rest on Magnus' left hand as it took the
opportunity Alec had given him to drive his slow, languid thrusts into deeper
parts of his body.
With each thrust came a small flame of pleasure that shot through Alec's veins
continuously over and over again, and with each burst, Alec drew closer to an
orgasm that wouldn't mind taking its time to come; morning sex with Magnus was
never about the both of them screaming about how good the sex was nor was it
about taking Alec apart so perfectly he couldn't tell if he was at thehead of
their bed or at the foot of it, no, it was about how Magnus told him, through
his body, that Alec was loved and cared for.
How many long years had Alec not felt both of those things? Now look at him, he
had both and more. He was very near tears as he thought how far along he'd come
from being a kid who didn't know what being loved felt like nor how to love
someone else, how scared he was to become a father to a little boy he had no
business trying to be a father too, and getting married to the most perfect man
who could've done so much better, and yet, chose Alec against all odds.
He was blessed, he was blessed by the Angel somehow, and he didn't know how to
repay the omnipotent being in any way other than to continue to cherish the
life he'd been given; he will never regret kissing Magnus back in Freshman year
of high school nor will he regret agreeing to marry him.
He will regret nothing that he's been through with Magnus and, as they both
reached their climax together, he remembers what day it is.
"Magnus?"
"Hmm?"
"Happy Valentine's Day."
"Happy Valentine's Day, my wife."
***** 9/12/17 - Simon's POV *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Simon has a game plan to become Alec's first, real, friend.
     Operation: Alec is a go!
Being a nerd in school isn't the easiest thing in the world, but trying to
become the first friend of Alexander Gideon Lightwood, the boy everyone picks
on and nobody wants to be near? Yeah, that's like trying to climb Mount Everest
without snow gear and freezing to death a foot up.
Simon has to take the approach very cautiously, very thought out, and planned
with each step in mind otherwise Alec will just run off and not want to talk to
him...ever.
Is Simon treating his fellow classmate like a skittish dog? Why, yes, yes he is
and he isn't afraid to admit it because that's, basically, what Alec is down to
his core. The guy is so frightened of his own shadow due to all the bullying,
teasing, and whatnot that he doesn't know the light at the end of a tunnel from
the shadow of a flickering flame.
Simon and Raphael seem to be the only ones willing to admit, at this point in
time, that Alec's life is a living hell even with Magnus trying to help the guy
out.
Magnus is being good for Alec, but it's only a matter of time before Alec's
skittishness returns; a person doesn't cure depression and years of hurt in
just a few days time - a person's mental state doesn't work like that.
It could take years before Alec can forgive what has happened to him in his
life thus far, but the depression will remain. If Simon could do a 180 on
Alec's life, he'd do it right now, but unfortunately, he just can't.
Staring at Alec from a few feet down the hall on Tuesday morning, Simon knew
his first plan of attack: greet Alec any time the two are in the same vicinity
of each other in order to get the teen used to being talked to by someone not
wanting to call him bad names or to hurt him in any way.
Gripping the straps of his backpack firmly with a deep breath going in his nose
and out of his mouth, he attacked. Raphael will come in after him so as to not
frighten Alec too much too soon.
Making his projected path to World Geography mapped out in his mind with a
quick stop over to Alec, he walked his path with some of his classmates walking
in front of him but never deterring him from his mission.
That's what this was, after all, a very important mission that will gain him a
few experience points in the "Become Friends with Alec" quest that will
determine the outcome of his entire Freshman Year henceforth (Raphael hates it
when Simon talks nerd-speak.)
Arriving at his first point of origin, Simon says in a friendly tone of voice,
"Hey Alec."
Alec, who slowly turns around looks at him with wide eyes for a moment and
stutters out a greeting to him. Simon, smiling at him encouragingly, goes to
his World Geography class that was just diagonal from where Alec was standing.
The first objective accomplished, he just now needs to make it to the next one.
Whenever the next one was, he must prepare himself as it is now Raphael's turn
to greet the teen who will, hopefully, feel less threatened by the cold-
exteriored teenager.
Everyone who was anyone with more than two brain cells knew that Raphael was
all bark and no bite when it came to being seemingly emotionless. Simon noticed
it after Raphael started building up his see-through walls back in Fifth grade,
and has long since wished to slash down those walls so he can get to the loving
boy underneath, alas, he hasn't made a move yet.
That mission required a higher level of confidence that Simon just doesn't
possess at this point in time, but he will try one day just, you know, not
right now.
Call him chicken shit all you very well want, but when it comes to attractive
people Simon's head goes on red alert and he can't even stutter let alone speak
to them; true story, he's actually run away from Raphael before back in Third
grade all because he asked to borrow one of Simon's pencils.
Silently singing the first verse of Mr. Lonely by Bobby Vinton, he takes his
seat as the classroom starts to fill in with the rest of his peers who were
talking to one another about boys, notes, gum, and whatever else they can come
up with at that time while his mind was stuck in an endless loop of "I wish
Raphael would look at me" and "I hope I didn't scare Alec too much".
"Mr. Lewis, are you paying attention?" came Mr. Rodriguez's voice.
Simon's brain to mouth filter not currently functioning, he replies with an
honest, "No." He immediately wants to bang his head against his desk, but
refrains due to not wanting to look any more stupid to the people currently
present.
The disappointed look on the teachers face is enough to shame him into opening
his textbook, get out a pad of paper, and then proceed to start paying
attention despite how his mind is still buzzing with thoughts not pertaining to
anything that resembled the land mass.
He seriously hopes he didn't freak Alec out too much.
***** 9/12/17 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Magnus goes to defend Alexander against a bully, but is
     surprised by what happens next.
Chapter Notes
     As you can see, I have decided to turn this into a series. The series
     will contain more snapshots of Magnus and Alec's lives in the future
     so I don't have to interrupt the flow of the story.
     And, yes, one such snapshot will be up soon so look out for it ;D
Time has passed by so quickly since Alexander and he were kids, sometimes, like
early in the morning, Magnus wished he could rewind time and go back to when
his Dad had gotten that job offer in California and beg him harder than he had
to not take it; he should've tried harder, but what could a child do against a
grown man trying to provide for his family?
What can a step-father possibly do in a job that wasn't paying enough money for
him to stay in a two bedroom apartment in Brooklyn Heights?
Magnus had known at that time, and every time since, that he was just trying to
do what he must to take care of his depressed wife, and son who wasn't even his
own blood. The man, though he loved Magnus dearly, had wished for a child of
his own despite knowing he'd never be granted his wish.
Magnus would never regret his Mom marrying him, but Magnus still holds a little
resentment when, looking at the only picture of him and Alexander as children,
brought back the tearful memories of his departing from the one boy he loved
most.
As Magnus smeared on sandalwood lotion upon his right arm, he looked at the
picture on his nightstand of Magnus hanging onto Alexander while his beautiful
wife smiled happily at the camera with a wide grin on his face; a face unmarred
by the cruelties of being bullied, unloved, and generally the hate pushed on
him despite him not even deserving it.
Those times were so much simpler, those were the times where Magnus only had to
worry about Alexander eating enough and trying to prevent him from eating glue.
Where they cuddled together during nap time content with knowing the other was
just an inch away from them if a nightmare started to disrupt their sleep.
Those days were absolutely perfect in Magnus' eyes and he wouldn't trade them
for the world, he wouldn't trade them for fame and fortune, but he would trade
them for the day that he could create that one memory for the day his Alexander
became officially his.
To say that Magnus had already planned their wedding was an understatement,
he'd decided as a child that he and Alexander would marry during the spring as
Alexander expressed a love of the different temperatures of rain that it made;
it could go from cold to warm, temperate to sheets, a nice drizzle for porch
sitting to the ability to dance in it. Alexander loved everything about spring
with the flowers being ready to bloom and bring color to the world, and he
simply couldn't pick his most favorite color of them all.
Alexander was a special soul back then that was unaffected by the pokes and
prods of the children around him because he had Magnus back then, but Magnus
was forced to move away and Alexander's bright soul grew dark.
As Magnus moved to his vanity to start putting his makeup on for the day, he
started with primer for his face to start everything off as his mind went to
other thoughts that were roaming through his head like the hope that Alexander
would be back in school after a long night of rest and relaxation.
Magnus has seen the countless videos and pictures taken of Alexander spouting
off to the class in his sleep-deprived haze, and people were ready to make even
more fun of him. They were ready to ridicule him beyond what they usually do
all because he bared his true feelings and his classmate's true intentions
against him.
Alexander knew he was going to be made fun of for what he did, but he hadn't
cared at the moment as he seemed to be fed up with the lot of them and what
they were doing to him - not that Magnus could blame him.
With a heavy sigh that was more just a gust of air exiting from his mouth, he
got up to put his clothes on, kissed his Mom goodbye, and then went to school
like he always did during the week.
When he arrived and went inside the building, he could just smell the change in
the air like a rancid perfume that just shouldn't have a smell of its own, but
it did and it was pointed towards the teen that was constantly being shoved
into lockers and walls as he tried to walk down the hallway but was getting
nowhere quickly.
When a random male teen said loudly, "Hey, Fatwood! How 'bout you suck this
cock and see how a real guy tastes!" It set Magnus off as quickened his walk,
but he didn't make it very far until Raphael Santiago, of all teens, slammed
the asshole into the brick wall behind him hard allowing Alexander to escape to
his locker right across from the World Geography classroom.
The growled response from Raphael said it all to the teens looking on hoping
for a fight between the two, "How about you keep your mouth shut before you
find your teeth all over the linoleum floor? Comprende?" the cold teen
threatened knowing that, though he couldn't actually knock all of his teeth
out, he'd sure as hell try.
Magnus was alarmed and slightly confused as to why Raphael Santiago, Camille
Belcourt's right-hand man, was defending Alexander all of a sudden but when he
spied a smiling Simon Lewis walking up to Alexander, he grew suspicious.
Why were people suddenly defending and being nice to Alexander? What were their
motives? What could they gain from being nice to Alexander all of a sudden? And
what will happen when they get the rewards they were looking for?
Magnus knew he had to keep an eye on both Jewish and Hispanic teens as he tries
to find out what they were trying to accomplish for now, however, he had to
figure out what Manuel Raskin's deepest secret is.
And so the plot thickens as Magnus and Alexander's lives start to slowly
change.
***** 9/13/17 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which we see Alec be a little confident in himself while trying to
     deal with the sudden changes in his life.
Chapter Notes
     I know this is a good two weeks overdue, but I can blame the want of
     trying to write out the first part of Alec's future life, then
     catching up on the Marvel movies, then my head switching ships, and
     those are my excuses to you guys.
     I am so, so, so sorry that I did that to you guys, but I can
     definitely tell you now I'll be updating today and tomorrow with the
     past chapters I haven't written all leading up to D-Day when our boys
     on television come back to grace us with their magnificence ^ ^
It wasn't the first time in Alec's, yet short life, that all he wanted to do
was stay in bed and hope the world ended in the next couple of minutes, but his
wishes were always dashed by the sound of his alarm clock, the blaring music
from Jace's room, and the screaming that Isabelle didn't realize was unneeded
this early in the morning.
The life of the oldest brother of two younger siblings couldn't be more
aggravating giving that he'd rather have them actually like him versus them
wanting to knock him off his small seat of happiness every chance they got
which is why Alec took to trying to ignore them completely over the weekend.
It'd been easy really as they all had separate bathrooms, Alec had snacks in
his room that he hid for just the ability to not come out when he was hungry,
and, the lamp on his nightstand gave off enough light for him to read or draw
but not enough to give his siblings invitation to barge into his room whenever
they felt like it.
Also, the newly installed lock he bought on Friday helped as well as it was his
first little act of rebellion towards his entire family; it was a small step
towards being someone that just wasn't going to put up with his family crap
anymore if he had any say about it.
A solid wooden door between him and them made him feel more safe and
comfortable versus Isabelle coming in to unexpectedly shower him with glitter
whenever she wanted him to look like "the fairy he is", and it dissuaded Jace
from coming in to put various food condiments into his hair just to have a
cheap laugh.
After getting ready in a Disturbed band tee that was baggy enough to cover up
his torso, baggy jeans that hid his larger lower half, and then adding a jacket
to top it all off, he looked himself in the mirror with an innocent look on his
face hoping beyond hope that everyone forgot about his little spout last Friday
when he completely just let himself go.
He'd meant every last word of it, but it was so embarrassing to know that he'd
let everyone have it without much thought that maybe he shouldn't say the
things he did alas, his filter had broken between his brain and mouth when he
was just talking without how he was a ghost to everyone, and that they could
never have what he has right now.
It was a ballsy move to say he had the hottest guy in school when, really,
Magnus could just be using him; logically speaking, that was complete garbage
because Magnus has been showing him time and time again that he legitimately
wanted Alec for far more than a quick hula dance between the sheets.
Alec's insecurities told him something completely different, however, and it
was forcing Alec to stop from truly pursuing what Magnus wanted to give him
thus leaving Alec wanting to return everything Magnus has been giving him up
until now.
Walking out of his room, not saying a word to the two younger teens trying to
throw barbs at him, he goes down to the kitchen, pointedly ignores his Mother
and Father as well, as he grabbed an apple before making his way to the front
door of his home still ignoring his collective household like they were the
ghosts that Alec had compared himself to with his peers, and made his way off
to school.
He'd rather walk today than to talk to the She-Demon that was his Mother or the
cheating asshole that was his Father; when you're seen as nothing but a ghost
that is only wanted when you need to be "put in your place" you tend to see a
lot more than others do. Alec's bared witness to Robert Marcus Lightwood
cheating on his wife in the very bed both of them slept in.
It was disgusting, it was cruel, and it was a secret that Alec decided to keep
from his Mother until he got the courage to use it. Even though his Mother was
a hateful and cruel woman towards him, he was not willing to become what she
and her husband have become by this point in their marriage - he refused to
become someone hateful despite all the hate directed at him, and the hate he
has for who he currently is.
As he walked to school, he munched on his apple thinking of what could possibly
happen at school. Yesterday had been a shock when Simon Lewis had greeted him
out of nowhere along with Raphael Santiago defending him against a guy that had
told him to "suck his cock".
Alec just can't believe that two people who had ignored him and bullied him
decided to just suddenly be nice to him; yeah Friday Raphael talked to him
about what happened with his former best friend Kendrick, but he thought the
Hispanic teen would just eventually start ignoring him like Simon had been
doing, but the both of them had shocked Alec for the entire day with every
greeting they'd given him.
Even at one point, Raphael asked if he was okay with what had happened before
First Period like he was genuinely concerned for Alec's wellbeing, and he'd
willingly stood there as Alec had stuttered out that he was fine, and that
nothing life altering had happened that he'd need to be upset about.
The teen had been suspended for sexual harassment for two months all because
his comment had been heard by a couple of teachers monitoring the hallway;
being a high school Freshman was starting to become very overwhelming as
peoples moods about him seem to suddenly be changing with Magnus coming back
into his life.
He needed a breather, and the walk to school was exactly what he needed in
order to put his head back together while coping with the newest developments
in his life.
***** 9/13/17 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Magnus talks to one of his best friends from California, and
     his doubts start to show.
Chapter Notes
     I went full on Polyvore mode for this chapter just so I could
     visualize what he and his friend were going to wear. Here are their
     outfits so you can see them:
     Magnus'_Outfit
     Bele's_Outfit
"Girl! You can't possibly say that to me, down the phone, while I'm getting
ready for school!" Magnus exclaimed to his friend as he pulled out a red,
longsleeved top with a couple of buttons at the top. From experience, he knew
it was a casual shirt that fit his torso and arms like a glove, and it was one
he rarely wore if he wanted to go for a more effortless look rather than one
that called for more than a few necklaces to go with it.
Throwing it only the bed, he searched for the black biker jeans with the double
zippers above and below the knees so he could match them with the shirt.
Picking out the white zipper jacket that was popular in Japanese couture, he
picked up his ankle-high boots that finished off the outfit completing it with
a few necklaces that he'd wear to accent his neck and chest in a flirty way
without overdoing it.
"Oh, please, Magnus you haven't shut up about your Kindergarten crush since you
came to California. It's not like he's the only fish in the sea you know."
"He's the only fish for me, Bele. Even if he suddenly went bald, grew a snaggle
tooth, and started talking like a Hillbilly, I'd still want him. He's my
perfect match, and I was just happy I found him when we were only five-years-
old."
"I heard Amy talking about how a friend of hers in New York sent a video of him
ripping your guys' English one class a new asshole while sleep deprived, how'd
that go for him once he openly admitted he was gay without really thinking
about it?"
Putting his phone down so he could change out of his silk dress robe, he
answered, "It was hard for him yesterday, on top of people making fun of him
even more than usual, he had to contend with Simon Lewis and Raphael Santiago
being nice to him. It's very suspicious if you as me."
"Or, maybe, they are trying to be his friend due to the fact he told everyone
that they only ever acknowledge him whenever they're wanting to make fun of
him."
"Why now? Why not sooner when it could've prevented him from becoming anti-
social and have stuttering problems that need to be fixed through speech
therapy?" he asked her as he pulled on the pants that hugged his legs like a
second skin.
"They have to be feeling like shit after ignoring and bullying him for years on
end, they must be trying to make amends with him in order to help him have more
friends for whatever is going to happen in his future or something like that -
they must be sensing something you're not...wouldn't be surprised since you're
such an airhead."
"I resemble that remark" Magnus snarked back at her as he picked up his phone
after getting his shirt on.
"Honey, love, dollface, we both know that's not true. Friendsperacies aside, I
suggest you just observe how they are around him, could be they indeed, do,
feel like shit and want to be his friend now or, if worse comes to worse, they
could be building up for a big prank of some kind on him."
"It'd be something Camille would ask her right-hand guy to do in a situation
like this. Alexander, having spilled his guts to our English class, has videos
and texts about him that spread like a wildfire that could be altered in some
way, and the next thing people know, Raphael Santiago is trying to play friend
only to turn around and pull a Carrie on him."
"Too bad your boo hasn't shown any type of psychic powers yet or it'd be just
that. Anyways, I need to start getting ready for school."
"Why so early darling?" he asks as he finishes the touches on his eyeliner
before he started on his eyeshadow that'd be a bold black that'd make his green
and gold eye scream "Look at me!"
"Oh, you know, Bobby Gordon and I are totally going to breakfast this morning
and I need to make sure I look hot for him when he gets here."
Magnus let out a sudden scream before saying, "You did not just say Senior
Captain of the Football team Bobby Gordon is coming to your house to pick you
up so you can go to breakfast before school together!"
"He is! Oh my angel, Magnus, what do I wear?!?" she screamed back to him as he
heard her rummaging around somewhere, probably her closet, as she tried to look
for something to wear.
"OK, OK, calm down. Remember that time Bobby said he wanted to be an astronaut,
but believed he couldn't because he's always been bad at Science?" Magnus asks
her as he stands up and starts pacing around his room a little bit as he
remembers what's in his best friends closet.
"Yeah, wait, you're thinking my Galaxy outfit, right? Complete with my chucks?"
"Yes, that'll get his head thinking that maybe he does, have a chance at
getting into that aeronautics program he was thinking of applying for after
high school. You could very well usher him back to the profession he's been
wanting to get into all his life."
"Yeah, but what if he totally takes it as a sign I'm trying too hard? I don't
want him to jump ship before the ship sails."
"Hm, true, but it can't hurt to try and see. After all, you are the one in this
equation that has more than a snowball's chance in hell on getting into an
actual relationship with the guy you like" Magnus tells her as he briefly
allows himself a moment of self-pity.
"Hey, hey, hey, your boy could be trying to climb the unbelievably steep cliff
in front of himself. After all, he let you kiss him already, so I'd call that a
win" she tells him like it was the best thing he could get right at that point
with Alexander.
In a moment of darkness, he tells her, "Sometimes I wish Alexander was more
confident in himself, that he was a completely different person altogether. At
least then it'd be easier to get closer to him faster."
"And this is where Magnus Andreas Bane stops feeling sorry for himself and gets
back to trying to help his boy in any way possible, because the Magnus Andreas
Bane I know, doesn't allow himself to wallow in self-pity all due to the fact
that a fight is a bit harder than he'd predicted."
Rubbing his face a bit, he admits to himself and Bele that she was right - he
can't allow himself to give up the fight so easily just because Alexander
didn't turn out who Magnus hoped he'd be, and it's only been two weeks into the
school year; a person can't change in such a short amount of time, but progress
can start being built during that time and, Magnus guessed, Alexander was
trying his hardest to better himself.
"You're right, you're always right."
"Thank you, I know, I'm the best."
"So modest," he told her jokingly with a smile on his face as he laughs with
her.
"Well, someone has to make sure you don't go belly up in the fight to get your
one true love. I know I can't be there physically, but I'm always a phone call
away, doll."
With a loving smile on his face, Magnus looks down at the floor saying, "I love
you, darling."
"I know."
"Oh angel, you've been watching those deplorable Star Wars movies with Amy
again, haven't you?"
A fake gasp was heard down the line as Bele says, "Magnus! You wound me!"
"You were the one who betrayed me that time I went over to your house and you
forced me to watch those horrid movies based on a galaxy far far away!"
"Hey! I wasn't the one that changed all my ringtones to the Duck Song, okay?
That was all you!"
Magnus paused as he was just finishing up his makeup with a bit of clear
chapstick as he sat there like his mind was stuck on completely denying it or
shamefully admitting it so, instead of doing one or the either he said to her,
"I please the fifth."
"It was you, you asshole! You took a picture after doing it!"she accused him as
she shuffled on the other line, presumably putting her chosen outfit on.
"I can neither confirm nor deny that, my special little dove."
"Confirm nor deny that, my left foot. Oh well, but seriously, I need to go
brush my teeth and do my makeup. I'll talk to you later, my lovely one."
"Bye, dollface."
Magnus hung up his phone as he finally sees it's time to go to school, but, for
another rare moment, he thinks about how much easier it'd be if he just stopped
trying to be with Alexander, but, with the coming of the next moment, he pushed
the thought away.
Doubts and regrets are a part of trying to be in a relationship with someone
who hasn't experienced positive reinforcement in their lives so he had to just
push past any doubts or regrets he has in order to be with the one he loves
most.
After all, if he gave up now, what would that tell Alexander?
***** 9/13/17 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Alec deals with more humiliation, and the unexpectedness of
     feeling more from Magnus.
Chapter Notes
     Finally! I am all caught up! I hope you all like the latest chapter,
     and I will see you next Tuesday!
As Alec opens one of the double doors to Idris High, he mentally prepares
himself for the insults that'll be thrown his way as he makes his way to his
locker.
Taking mental deep breaths, he arrives at the steel door, put in his
combination, and then it pops open of its own accord with a cascade of dildos
of various sizes and lengths spilling out of it.
First came shock, and then came the humiliation of just what transpired so
early in the day; he'd hoped everyone could've just conveniently forgotten what
he'd said at the end of the last week, but it seems that wasn't going to happen
as he now was standing with a pile of dildos in front of him.
The shameful blush gracing his face was the least of his worries as tears
filled his eyes at the sight before him, "Wow, Thickwood, didn't expect that to
be in your locker. Guess Magnus' dick must not satisfy that hungry ass hole of
yours."
The venomous viper vilified as she viciously tore into Alec like a variation of
her favorite dessert with a pleased grin on her face from just the sight she
was witnessing as his tears leaked out from his eyes without him even wanting
them too.
"Oh, look everyone! The whore is crying! I guess he shouldn't have brought all
of his dildos to school if he didn't want them popping out of his locker!" she
exclaimed grabbing everyone's attention that surrounded the both of them.
As everyone turned to bear witness to the clear act of abuse, taking out their
cell phones even, Camille continued on making a show of Alec's complete
humiliation, "I think we should all take turns showing him a good time, what do
you say?"
"I say, that's enough!" Simon called out from Alec's left making him look up to
see the glasses-wearing teen looking at the brunette furiously. Simon looked
like he was ready to punch Camille in the face for all the things she'd just
said about Alec, and Alec was completely stunned by how willingly Simon was
ready to stand up for him.
"This? This is crossing the line, Camille" Simon tells her as he moves towards
her only to be blocked by Jonathan Morgenstern who pushes him down to the
floor.
"What are you going to do about it, Four Eyes?" Jonathan challenged the Jewish
teen looking down at him like he was ready to put him in the same hospital that
Alec had been rushed too after he'd been beaten up.
"How original" Simon said in a cutting tone as he started to bring himself up
from the floor only to have Jonathan's foot stomp down on his ribs in order to
keep him where he had just been.
"You know what I hate? Little weaklings like you trying to play the hero when,
in reality, you're lower than the dirt I walk on" Jonathan says keeping his
foot planted on Simon not allowing the other teen to move.
Out of nowhere, Jonathan is grabbed by his neck with Raphael standing behind
him. "That's enough, don't you think?" his cold tone of voice said to the
blonde teen who, in turn, threw an elbow at his face. The Hispanic teen, caught
off-guard by the action, released the teen's neck in order to check to see if
his nose was broken.
This was happening way too quickly for Alec to really grasp as he tried to
piece together why Simon and Raphael were coming to his defense and then the
obvious change of person being bullied by Camille and Jonathan; it was like
they were taking the focus off of him for a specific reason.
"Alexander, come on," came the whispered voice of Magnus as he pulled lightly
on Alec's arm. Turning his head towards the Asian teen he has undoubtedly
become infatuated with, he allowed the teen to pull him into the crowd away
from the spotlight that'd just been diverted from himself.
It wasn't a second too late as well as Mr. Rodriguez came to break up the fight
that had just broken out between Jonathan and Raphael who had gone to blows
after the elbow Raphael had taken to the face.
Sufficed to say, Alec wasn't going to be challenging Raphael to a fight anytime
soon as he took Jonathan down easily.
As the both of them rounded the corner to the Sophomore hallway, Magnus turned
to look at Alec and immediately took his face into his hands looking at him
with such a loving expression on his face, "I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner."
Shaking his head, Alec was trying to tell him that it was okay, that Alec
didn't expect him to always be there to defend him, and that Alec had to try to
do it for himself no matter how ashamed, afraid, and hurt he was in that moment
of time.
But Magnus was having none of it as he brought Alec into a surprise kiss right
there in the hallway where any of the teens around them could see, could make
fun of them, or could ruin Magnus' reputation even further than it was.
The kiss itself, however, felt so good to Alec, it was like he was breathing
again, like something in him was awakening once more and it was just waiting
for something more to happen; Alec didn't know what it was but the darkness
constantly surrounding him seemed to recede a bit with every touch Magnus
gifted him and Alec wanted nothing more than continue to feel these happy
feelings from the Asian teen.
With every brush of his lips, Alec's skin tingled in such a good way, the
goosebumps were the same he'd experienced with their first kiss, but this time
Alec didn't feel like a surprise panic attack was going to spring up but the
intensity of Magnus' emotions through the kiss was threatening to overwhelm his
own as he finally pulled away.
He didn't know when his arms had wrapped around Magnus' shoulders, he didn't
know when the heat from Magnus' hands left his face and went to his waist, but
he did know that the dizzy feeling in his head was due to all the endorphins
zinging through his brain right then as he opened his hazy eyes just to look
into Magnus' own.
"Wow" was all Alec could bring himself to whisper as he looked into the green
and gold eyes of the teen who'd just taken his breathe away once more from such
a simple act of a kiss.
If that was what he looked forward too in the future, he'd readily kiss Magnus
every second of every day after such a bad experience happened to him; hell,
he'd even cause them if only Magnus would kiss him in such an enchanting way.
***** 9/13/17 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which the Authoress only wrote fluff and sarcasm. You're welcome.
Chapter Notes
     A new snippet of Magnus and Alec's life is up for you to read in the
     series!
Opening his eyes was like all of Magnus' previous doubts from that morning
faded away as he looked into Alexander's slitted eyes that were clouded with
nothing but maybe love and a hint of contentment that stemmed from having just
been kissed by the person he liked while Magnus felt like the weight of the
world had been lifted from his shoulders in that one enchanting moment.
Wanting more, he dived into another kiss that ignited his very core and made
him want to fight for his loved one even more than he had been in the previous
weeks just to show Alexander that he can be that strong person he wants to be
if only he fights for it.
Brushing his lips across his beloved's was like teaching him how to kiss while
also taking lessons for the one teenager that he'd always wanted to do this
with.
Yes, their first kisses were rather explosive (both emotionally and mentally
for Alexander), but it hadn't been enough for Magnus to just be okay with and
move onto someone new, no, he'd felt like a starved man out in the Sahara
Desert looking for that oasis he'd been able to drink from once before but
being constantly denied until this very moment.
He didn't care if his breathing was slowly becoming labored, he didn't care
that his inexperienced lips were slowly becoming spit slick, he didn't even
care about the crowd around the both of them taking pictures, gossiping about
them, or anything like that because he had the most gorgeous person in the
entire school kissing him right there after such a crippling humiliation that
had the tables turned when Simon and Raphael got in the middle of it.
As Magnus pulled away from Alexander's mouth once more, he pushed the foreheads
together as their labored breaths synced together and their eyes didn't dare
stray from the other.
Magnus hoped that, whatever emotions his beautiful wife got from their
connection, he'd take to heart as Magnus tried to communicate that he wasn't
letting go of him anytime soon while hoping Alexander wasn't letting go of him
anywhere in the near future either.
If Magnus was going with what his wild, teenage hormones were saying, they were
telling him that he'd love to be married to his raven-haired beauty right after
they got out of high school.
He'd known for years that Alexander Gideon Lightwood was it for him; if he
could've married him in Kindergarten after announcing to the teacher that
Alexander was his wife, he would've.
Come to think of it, he vaguely remembers a chicken ring wedding ring at some
point during that year, that or it was one of the girl's bracelets that Magnus
asked to borrow but never gave back; he couldn't remember at that exact moment,
but if it was the bracelet, he hopes Alexander kept it as it would've been the
only thing he had of Magnus.
"How cute, you both are so sickeningly sweet I'm getting a cavity" came a very
familiar British tone of voice that made Magnus look up to see Alexander's
Speech Therapist, Mr. Fell, standing there with an expression that read pure
and utter boredom with the both of them.
Surprisingly, Alexander snapped back at him before Magnus could, "Y-You-You're
j-jus-just jea-j-jeal-jealous, ol-o-old m-m-man."
The surprise that appeared on both of their faces made Alexander's cheeks
redden again and, without further ado, grabbed Magnus' shirt and pushed his
face right into his chest. Surprised by this as well, Magnus wrapped his arms
around his loves waist and pulled him close as if to help Alexander in his
embarrassment.
Mr. Fell, finally free of his shock, said, "Well, whenever you two stop being
conjoined at the chest, Mr. Garroway wishes to speak with the both of you."
Both nodding in agreement, the British man finally walked off finding a few
other teenagers to bug leaving them alone in their bubble once more.
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