A/N: Hey guys! New story! This time it's an AU/AH high school fic with Alec trying to hide a gigantic secret that sometimes feels like it will break his whole world apart if it gets out...his sexuality.
It will be told out of order so a chapter having to do with their first meeting can be followed with their first time making love. (You never know)
Just as a warning, this story will get angst-y and kinda dark and sad sometimes but there will also be some fluffy chapters in the mix.
This is written in a different way than I usually do and I'll admit to going a little crazy with all the formatting, but I felt like it added to the effect (if you think it's confusing feel free to tell me and I'll change it).
So after all that, here is the first chapter of Silver:
November 5th, 2014
Hands reaching down
black
and caramel
and golden green.
Cringing away because it hurts. It hurts so much.
Not the touch.
The touch is as light as a butterfly wing and as soft as a feather.
It's the unseen pain that carries the most weight.
It normally isn't big knife wounds that can be dodged and avoided
but small paper cuts.
Small offhand remarks like:
'faggot'
'homo'
'cocksucker'
'queer'
that build up through the day.
Through the days.
Weeks.
Months.
Years.
And it's been one year, two months, one week, and three days of hiding.
And I'm still so scared.
Still terrified of what people will think.
Scared of the knife wounds.
Scared of days like today.
Why is it so hard for people to accept something
or someone
that is different?
Why is the world automatically set up to accept some and in the same breath condemn others?
Black
and caramel
and golden green
And warm hands
and solid chest
and salty tears
and I don't know why
or how
he still puts up with me.
How he is able to say that he loves me day after day when I continue to act like this.
How he can kiss these lips that can't speak the truth.
Or look into these eyes that can't be met straight on.
How when he gets attacked in class,
gets blatantly told that he is going to hell for being who he is
and the teacher does nothing to intervene
and I run out of the room
he still came running out after me.
He still tries to comfort me.
Still wants to make me feel better because he is an amazing person.
An amazing person that anyone would be honored to be with.
But instead he chose me.
He chose me of all people and now appears to be stuck.
I would understand if he wanted to leave.
If he decided that he no longer wanted to be with me.
One year, two months, one week, and three days is a long time.
A very long roller coaster ride.
Yes, there were some plummets to low places, but there were also a lot of ups.
Moments that will stay with me forever.
Skin brushing up against skin
under cool sheets
and whispers
spoken in the dead of night
and looks
that saw right past the eyes and peered directly into the soul.
He knew everything about me from my deepest desires
to my darkest fears.
He knew how intertwined those two things were.
How much I wanted him but was so
so scared to let anyone know.
But he stays
and he is always there
for the highs,
the lows
and almost every time in between.
He forever stays
my love,
my life,
my everything.
My Magnus.
Black hair
and caramel skin
and golden green eyes.
Curled around me,
comforting me,
trying to pick me back up
while I break down on the bathroom floor.
Whispering words that almost fall on deaf ears but I could never fully block him out.
I could never ignore a voice like that.
"Darling, Alec-Alec please don't cry, love. I tell you this every time, people like that don't matter. They really don't. They are just ignorant assholes who get off on making other people feel ashamed of who they are. You can't let them get to you."
But they do get to me.
They get to me
every.
single.
time.
I'm not as strong as he is.
I never can be.
He wipes the tears away from my cheeks with his thumb.
I look into his eyes and I see so much pain.
Pain because I'm feeling it.
We are as connected as two trees
who are rooted so close to each other that their branches grow twisted,
twining around each other,
reaching toward the sun,
and dropping all of their leaves in the winter.
Together.
Always.
I look into his eyes until I can stop crying.
Until I can draw from his strength and stop the shaking.
He helps me up from the floor and draws me to him once again
when it looks like I'm about to break apart for the second time.
I press my head against the steady
thump.
thump.
thump.
that was his heartbeat.
It was the steadiest thing in my life at times.
The only thing that kept me grounded when I wanted to float away into nothingness.
He takes me to the sink and washes my face.
Salty tears and water mixing drip
drip
dripping
and disappearing down the drain.
He touches himself up.
Black lines drawn around eyes
and red coloring brushed over cheeks
so he can leave looking as perfect as when he entered.
With one last hug,
one last kiss on the forehead,
one last smile in my direction.
Black
and caramel
and golden green
disappear through the door.
And after waiting a few minutes
so do I.
Reappear in the crowded hallway, full of loud people as if nothing happened.
A/N: So it was a bit short but I hope y'all liked it anyway.
I want to give you guys a choice so leave me a review (or pm me, or whatever) telling me whether you want the next chapter to be the first day Magnus and Alec met each other or one of their biggest 'fights' as a couple.
Thanks for reading!
-Alexandermylove