Alec: I don't want that asshole at my wedding! There's no way we're inviting him.

Magnus: But, honey, I understand the whole 'private ceremony' thing, but, according to you, we should invite just five people!

Alec: Actually, it would be eight people.

Magnus: Still!

Alec: *pouts* Fine…

Magnus: You're just to cute. *Punches on him and starts kissing him like crazy*

I: I still don't own Mortal Instruments or its characters. Sadly.

I sighed. It was a rainy day, one that should have been spent with a nice cup of tea and a shared blanket with the love of my life. But me and the love of my life were getting married, and we had to go looking for rings, suits, churches, flowers, etc. etc.

Said love of my life was now clinging almost desperately to my arm, sneezing, with a cute, helpless look in his big blue eyes. I smiled and put my arm around his waist, leaning down for a quick peck on the lips. Alec smiled back, snuggling close to my chest with a content sigh. God, I loved him. I brought him even closer, my finger tracing delicate patterns on his back. Writings: Alec. Magnus. Love. Forever. Always…

"Hey lovebirds, we're here!", Isabelle called out, grinning widely, while Clary squealed delightfully. I looked up. The Institute towered above us, a black shape against the gray sky. Alec's hand tightened its grip on my own. I squeezed back, trying to comfort him the best as I could. I knew the fight with Robert had left its scars. "You sure they're away?", he asked in a whisper, looking expectantly at his sister. My heart tightened at the look on his face. I wanted to hug him, shower him in kisses and never let him go.

Isabelle nodded. And we followed her inside.

Alec's room looked like it had the last time I had seen it, neat and half-empty. Alec moved to the drawer, picking clothes out and throwing them carelessly in his backpack. I helped him, without saying a word. I remembered when I helped him pack back when we had decided to move in together. That day, I had kept distracting him, a bit by talking, a bit by doing… well… let's say other things. The atmosphere had been so different, relaxed and carefree. Now the silence was awkward and I was pretty sure I had seen a single, unshed tear shining at the corner of his eyes.

How could I blame him? Being thrown out by his parents had been his greatest fear for almost all his life. Maybe I should have let him alone, but I loved him, and I couldn't bare to see him hurt, so quietly.

I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He smiled at me, a false, false smile that made me worry even more. He suddenly turned around and buried his face deep in my chest. I let my fingers tangle in his messy, yet soft dark hair.

We stayed like that for a while, as the silence eased itself around us. Alec didn't cry, or sob, or even shake. He just breathed into my scent, calmly. When he pulled back, his eyes were shining anew with determination, and what seemed like confidence, so rare and precious on his face.

He reached over to grab a toy. A wooden Shadowhunter. He turned to look me in the eye. "Can I bring this? It was my favorite toy. I know our home is already full of that kind of lame, useless stuff, but…"

"Alec", I stopped him, "It's full of just my lame, useless stuff. I want it to be filled with yours, too. Bring the toy."

He positively beamed. "I think I'm done.", he announced, "Let's go home."

I guess the whole operation had gone just too smooth. Something was bound to go wrong. But seriously, couldn't Alec's parents just wait three minutes before going home? We'd have saved lots of tragedy.

Yet, there they were. Or better said, Robert was there, arguing with Isabelle, while Maryse was nowhere in sight. As soon as he saw us, he clenched his jaw. "What are you doing this?", he spat out, regarding us like we were a couple of nasty, drooling demons and not his son and (future)son-in-law. "I thought I had made it clear, Alexander. I don't want to see your face ever again."

Alec paled suddenly, a frightened look in his eyes. "I know Father, I just came to get the rest of my things…"

"Shut up!", Robert growled. And then he did something I would never had expected. He slapped Alec across the face. Hard. So hard Alexander almost fell on his knees, managing to find his balance at the very last moment. "Dad…", he whispered broken-heartedly. I hated seeing him like this.

But Robert obviously didn't, because he yelled at him again, and slapped him again. With the back of his hand, so that the Lightwood's ring left a mark on his face. When Alec turned to look at me, I saw his cheeks were an angry red, blood drawing from his broken lip and his cheek, were the "L" of the ring had hit him. That sight nearly made me snap. Looking into the hurt eyes of my beloved nearly made me forget everything. The accords, what was right and what wrong, my attempts to dominate and tame my magic, it was all disappearing. I could just wish to crush that little man who dared to put my angel trough such a pain. But I didn't. Not because I knew better, or for a strong self-control. I was simply afraid to hurt Alexander, he was standing so close to his father.

"Dad!", Isabelle screamed, having finally recovered from the shock, "Why are you doing this? You never used to hit us!" Robert simply ignored her, raising his hand for the third slap.

But he didn't manage to hit Alec's face, this time. Because Alexander grabbed his wrist, pushing him back forcefully. "I think I have something to say, so you'd better shut up.", he hissed, "One: I am gay. And madly, head-over-heels in love with Magnus, a warlock. Get it into that thick head of yours. Two: I'm nineteen. No longer a child. You have no rights to stop me from making my own choices. Three: don't worry about me showing up again, because you know, I don't ever wanna see your face again either. In a few weeks I won't even have your last name anymore. So you can just pretend I'm not your son, if you want to.", he turned to leave, but stopped and looked at his father one last time, cold, utter hatred in his eyes, "Oh, I almost forgot. Four: Don't you dare threaten or try to hurt me or Magnus. Or pull as apart. Which, by the way, wouldn't work." Alec then stalked out of the room, me following quickly.

I was impressed. I had never seen Alec stand up for himself like that. And God, I liked it.

Alec was waiting for me outside the Institute. As soon as he saw me, he grabbed me by the jacket and pulled me towards him, forcefully crashing our lips together. I didn't need to look up to know where we were standing. Exactly underneath the Institute's living room. When we pulled back, Alec still held me tight, almost desperately. I hugged him, gently rubbing his back, kissing his hair and forehead. "Let's go home.", I whispered in his ear. He just nodded, and we made our way down the streets, hand in hand.

Alec and Magnus: *Are still kissing. Unsurprisingly.*

I: Hope you enjoyed this. Yes? No? Tell me! *Glances at the over-hormonal couple* I wonder if Magnus and Alec just love to annoy the crap out of me or if they act like this all the time.