Chapter 11
A/N: Um, chapter 11! Wow, I didn't expect this to be this long... haha.
I cringed slightly, preparing for what came next. "I-I can't walk."
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Magnus pov
Alec bit his lip, calculating his mother's reactions. His hands nervously fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt.
Meanwhile, Maryse's expression had changed from one of shock to confusion.
"What? Why not?"
Alec looked at me, and I could see the slight panic in his eyes. He didn't want to tell his mother about the dream place. Lie, my eyes said.
"One of my legs are paralyzed. I'm not sure how, Logan must have hurt me pretty bad there," he said quietly, eyes down.
Maryse's features hardened. "Paralyzed?" she asked sharply.
Alec nodded meekly. I didn't blame him. Maryse was a scary woman.
"Possibly temporarily," he added quickly, noticing his mother's expression.
"What do you mean paralyzed?"
I scowled. She just didn't know when to quit, did she? Couldn't she see her son's expression? Couldn't she see that he was near tears?
"I mean, I can't even stand. I can't feel half of my right leg, and I either have to use a wheelchair or be carried places. I can't do anything anymore, and I don't know if I'm going to heal in time for my wedding." Alec's face was flat, but I could hear the fear and worry in his voice, plain as the day.
"Oh," was all Maryse said.
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Alec pov
The next day, around two, Magnus dropped me off at the Institute. He had to be out for a few hours, and Izzy offered to help me start the wedding plans. Magnus was going to join us later.
Magnus pushed my wheelchair to the elevator, and called the old machine down. It opened with a rusty screech.
"I can go from here," I told him, craning my head around.
"You sure? I can take you up to Isabelle." The worry was plain in his gold-green eyes.
I smiled. "Yes. Don't be late. I'll be fine."
"Ok," he agreed. He gave me a quick kiss before turning around.
"I love you," I called.
"Love you more," he replied.
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I spun the wheels, pushing myself into the library, where Izzy said she was. When I arrived, I saw a group of people sitting in a circle on the floor. Isabelle, Simon, Clary, and Jace were chatting about how Simon's training was going. I had to admit that he was getting pretty good, the last time I saw him.
"Hey, guys," I said, wheeling up to them.
"Alec!" Jace said, surprised. "I didn't hear you come in."
"Yeah, this thing is really quiet," I said appreciatively, patting the arm of the chair.
"How're you feeling?" Clary asked kindly. I smiled.
"I'm better. Still can't walk, but I'm working on it. Magnus helps a lot." I winced involuntarily, thinking about my walking 'practices'. They were frustrating and exhausting, reducing me to near tears every time.
"Oh, you've been trying to walk again? That's good," she mused. I nodded, remembering that I hadn't seen any of them since we came home from Hawaii.
"So why're we all here again?" Simon asked, sounding bored.
I looked at Izzy in surprise. "You haven't told them?" I asked.
"Nah. I figured you would want to," she said.
"Oh, ok. Yeah." I turned to Clary, Jace, and Simon. "Um, Magnus and I are getting married. I'm guessing we're all here to start planning the wedding?" I looked questioningly at my sister. She nodded.
"You're... getting married?" Jace asked slowly. I grinned.
"Congratulations, Alec!" Clary exclaimed, getting up and giving me a hug. I laughed, suddenly giddy. I was getting married.
"Thanks, Clary," I said, eyes shining.
"Married?" Jace repeated stupidly.
"Yes Jace," Clary said impatiently.
Jace broke into a grin. "Finally, you're first at something!" he exclaimed.
"Excuse me?" I asked, taken aback.
"Out of all three of us." He pointed at Izzy, then me, then himself. "You weren't first to kiss someone, date someone, lose you virginity -" I blushed at that. "But you're first to marry! Congratulations!"
I laughed.
"Congrats man," Simon said, sounding genuinely happy. Then he turned to Izzy. "You want me to help plan a wedding?"
"It would be nice. Although I know you're not gonna be much help, and frankly, neither is Jace. I just wanted us all here so Alec can tell you. If you want, you can leave now." She turned to Clary. "You'll help, right?"
"Of course!" she said. "I've always wanted to plan the color scheme of a wedding."
"Magnus'll be here in a few hours," I added. "He'll help, obviously." Suddenly, a thought struck me. "Izzy, no mater what happens, please not too much glitter?"
"Hmm, it depends on how it goes with the theme." She tapped her chin.
I have her a horrified look. "No! I know I can't prevent a little, but don't go overboard! It's my wedding too! We need some plain colors."
"Wedding?" someone asked.
We all froze.
"It's your wedding? What's your wedding?" Robert asked, appearing in the doorway. He didn't look too surprised to find me sitting in a wheelchair, so I assumed Maryse told him about that. I guess she didn't mention my engagement.
"Um, Dad -" I swallowed nervously. "I have exciting news!" I tried to sound excited, but my voice came out a bit strangled.
"You're getting married?" He asked, astonished. "To whom? And you're still so young!"
I scowled at the familiar words. "Mom said the same thing," I muttered.
"When did you tell her?" Robert asked bemusedly.
"Yesterday. She came to see how I was doing."
"Yes she told me how you were. But going back to my previous question, who are you marrying? And why?"
I shot a glance and the people assembled on the floor. They all had equal looks of worry and anger on their face. My scowl deepened as I answered my father.
"Magnus."
He blanched, although I don't know what he was expecting me to say.
"And because I love him," I finished. My voice held no emotion.
"Magnus? The-the warlock?" Robert asked dumbly.
"Yes. My fiancé." He flinched when I said fiancé.
"You're marrying a warlock? And that too, a male one?" His expression was on of denial.
"Dad. I'm gonna say this one more time," I said with exaggerated patience. "I'm gay. I like boys. I fell in love with a male warlock and now I'm marrying him."
Jace shot me a grin. I smiled back, my features stiff.
"No, this is too much." Robert sounded a little mad. "I let you date him. I didn't mind, even. Even though it brought shame to the Lightwood name, I didn't say anything. I ignored all the things people said to me -"
"You?" I asked in disbelief, cheeks red with anger. "All the things people said to you? I can't believe you just said that. Did you ever take a moment to think about me? What about what people said to me?"
He continued as if I hadn't spoken, raising his voice. "Dating is one thing. But marrying? My oldest son marrying a Downworlder, let alone a male one? It'll bring endless humiliation to the Lightwood name for generations."
There were tears in my eyes, tears of anger. "I don't need your approval!" I yelled, letting the anger and frustration of the last few days pour out of me. "I love him, that's all that matters. I'm an adult. I'm almost twenty-one. I don't care what you think, there's nothing you can do to stop me from marrying Magnus!"
I swiped a tear away quickly, and wheeled myself out of the room, pushing past my father and forgetting all about the wedding plans. As I sped down the hall, I heard Isabelle and Jace start yelling at Robert.
"As if the first time wasn't bad enough!" Izzy said, acid in her voice.
"He's still your son! That's not how you show your son that you love them!" Jace added bitterly.
I tuned them out and called the elevator. After a second, it started creaking it's way up. I angrily wiped more tears from my eyes. Why was I crying over Robert! He wasn't worth it.
The elevator dinged before screeching open. I found myself face to face with a very surprised looking Magnus.
"Alec, darling!" he exclaimed. "What happened?"
He knelt down before me, wrapping his arms around me the best he could. I leaned into his embrace, my body shaking with silent sobs.
"It's ok, love," he crooned, rubbing my back.
"Let's go home please?" I whispered. Magnus nodded and pressed a kiss to my forehead before turning around and pushing me back into the elevator. Before the doors closed, I turned caught a glimpse of Robert standing there, eyes wide, as if frozen in shock.
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Magnus decided to just portal us back home. He then gently lifted me up and carried me to our bedroom. I didn't say anything, I just wiped angrily at my tears.
The warlock put me down on the bed, and sat across from me, crossing his legs. I sighed and looked up, catching his worried look.
Instead of saying anything, I scooted forward and opened my arms a little. He understood, and drew me closer, wrapping his arms around me and sliding me into his lap. I buried my face in his chest, breathing in deeply. He rocked me back and forth for a few minutes.
When I felt like I could control my voice, I laughed humorlessly. "I'm a pathetic excuse for a Shadowhunter," I said bitterly.
"And why is that?" he asked kindly, kissing the top of my head.
"I've killed almost no demons in my life. My parents don't accept me. The Clave looks down on me. I'm engaged to a male warlock. And on top of it all, I can't even walk." My voice wavered slightly, but Magnus caught it.
He sighed softly. "What brought this on?"
"Why does something have to bring it on? It's the truth." I squeezed my eyes shut.
Another sigh. "We've been through this, love. You haven't killed many demons because you're too busy protecting your siblings and friends. You would die for them, and I think that requires more bravery than killing demons. Your parents and the Clave are too old school and judgmental. Don't listen to them, because what we have is special, and you know it. The male warlock in question loves you more than life itself, and that's all that matters, right? And as for walking, don't worry. We'll work through it. We've worked through a lot of things, and this will just be another."
I was crying steadily into Magnus's shirt now. The material was surprisingly soft.
"Don't cry, Alec darling," Magnus cooed, burying his face into my hair again. I fisted his shirt, and gasped for air, forcing the tears to stop.
"I love you," I breathed between sobs. "So much it hurts. I love every hour, every minute, every second I spend with you, and I know we have a limited number of hours, minutes, and seconds left but I want to spend every one with you."
"And you will," he whispered.
I continued. "Robert didn't take the idea or our marriage too well. Actually he took it horribly. But I don't care. Because all I need is you, and I have that. Who cares if I can never walk? Who cares if I am frowned upon by the Clave?" I took a deep, shuddering breath.
Magnus pushed me away from his chest slightly, and brushed my tears away with his thumb. Then, he leaned forward and kissed me hard. I reacted immediately, kissing him back and pulling him down on the bed, on top of me.
He willingly moved, mouth never leaving mine. My breath hitched when he moved his mouth to my neck, sucking and biting. I buried my hands into his hair and pulled slightly, emitting a gasp from him.
Magnus snapped his fingers, and suddenly I felt the cool air around my mostly healed torso. I gasped in surprise, and he took the opportunity to kiss my mouth again, sliding his tongue inside. He traced my teeth and lips, and the familiar feeling was comforting.
I pulled away slightly, but kept my arms hooked around his neck.
"More, Magnus I want more. I need more." I groaned. His eyes glazed over with lust, but he held himself back.
"I don't know, Alec... you just got home a few days ago..." Magnus said, hesitating.
"I don't care!" I whined. "We'll go slow I promise. Please! I haven't had you in over a week." I tried to keep the raw need out of my voice, but I didn't succeed.
He chucked. "You know, if we ever decide to adopt children, the whole sex every week thing might not work out great."
I paused for a second. "Children?" I asked.
"You yourself said..." he trailed off, looking unsure.
I recovered from my shock. "Yes. Yes! You're right about the sex. But for now, I need you right now, injuries or not, paralyzed leg or not."
Magnus blanched. "Your leg!" he exclaimed.
I swore under my breath. Instead of pleading some more, I pulled his head down, crashing his lips against mine. He froze in surprise, and I rolled us over so I was on top of him. My left leg was bent, my knee on the bed, and my right hung limply. I used my elbows to prop me up above him, and kissed along his jawline and down his neck.
"Take off our pants," I growled in his ear. I heard a gasp, a snap, and my erection sprang free. I felt his do the same.
He carefully rolled me back over, placing a chaste kiss on my lips. Suddenly, I felt the cold lube-covered tip of his member touch my entrance. I gasped in surprise, but he had already started to slide in. I moaned as I adjusted around him.
He pulled out equally slow, and back in again.
"Faster," I grunted, already gripping the sheets.
He complied, speeding up his thrusts. My moans grew louder as he sped up more, my useless leg forgotten.
I pulled him down for another open mouthed kiss, his thrusts becoming uneven with the new distraction. He then shifted to the left a little, effectively hitting my prostate with every thrust.
"Magnus!" I whimpered, in pure bliss. When he started pumping me in time with his thrusts, I nearly let go.
It was only when he yelled "Alec! I'm going to come!" did I release, spraying his chest with white ribbons. He exploded inside of me, screaming my name. I pulled him down for another kiss. He relaxed into me.
"See," I whispered when I caught my breath. "I can do it."
He laughed.
A/N: Um ok... that one was a little OOC it think. Did you like it though? Anyways, this story is drawing to a close! Sorry :/ but I'll be back with more soon. Anyways, review for this one, I'll be back next week!