17.) “You’ll die and I can’t watch the person I love die.”
Thanks to @coffee-quill for letting me play in her Vampire verse for a bit!
Content Note: Blood, period typical homophobia
The war was over. The white flag flown. British troops retreating. Go home, boys, show’s over.
All John could do was wonder what would happen now. He’d spent the bulk of the war under the protection of two vampires, and now it was over, their little world was closing. He supposed Lafayette and Alexander would move on, continue their wandering of the globe. Together. He’d return to Charleston and…
“You look stunning,
my dear.” Sif says, adjusting Alex’s veil with a gentle smile. “I have never
seen a more beautiful bride.”
Groom. Not a bride. A
chest tightens and the urge to correct the blonde goddess is all too real, but
no one hears him – he isn’t even sure if his pleas are spoken aloud. His mismatched
eyes fall on his reflection in the plate glass window, and his throats
convulses with repulsion. His skin glows; a dark smoky shadow brings out the gold
in his eyes, and his lips look stained with freshly picked roses. His hair,
dyed its usual noxious shade of green, is pulled back into a chignon woven with
white flowers. He looks gorgeous.
you,” Is all Alex manages to get out, right before he clamps his lips together so
he doesn’t do something embarrassing like let out a donkey’s ear splitting
finally here. The long awaited wedding. He’s wearing a gown that most
brides-to-be would have sold their souls for. This is a couture confection of
thousands of chiffon rosettes hand-stitched together by the combined efforts of
Jack and Blitzen to create an ethereal, cloud-like elegance. The strapless
bodice hugs his waist, and the fifty-foot train is bound to cause a commotion
when he makes his grand entrance. It’s a six-figure dress, a one-of-a-kind
showstopper that only Blitzen can create. And it belongs to Alex, having kindly
been donated by Blitzen’s Best (and
Jack) as a wedding present for the bride and the groom. Alex knows that
spending all of eternity with Magnus after stopping the end of the world should
make him happy, but there’s some dull, disgusting
sensation swimming through his body that he thinks might burst out.
to give Alex her last words of motherly advice before she leaves to check on
Magnus – Gods forbid that the groom be allowed to dress himself. “Walk
straight! Don’t slouch! And for the Gods of Asgard, smile! It’s your wedding!”
but his lips feel frozen in place.
“That needs work,” Sif shakes her head
with a fond smile, but glides out of the antechamber, leaving Alex alone with
Alex can faintly hear the door opening and closing, over and over. The sounds
of laughter, chatter and greetings compete with the soft melody of piano notes.
The ceremony’s supposed to be starting soon. Annabeth, Sam and Mallory will be
coming in any minute now to coo and fuss over the blushing bride-to-be. No no no. He can’t face thousands of
guests; not when he’s dressed like this,
in a dress that makes him feel itchy and hot and unused to his own skin. It’s
as if he’s ten years old all over again, forced to wear suits and neatly
pressed pants that had felt plain wrong.
lingers by the door, his hand squeezing the knob so tightly that the faceted
surface cuts into his palm. The thought of running has crossed his mind, but
the image of Magnus waiting alone at the altar is enough to rule out that idea.
The walls fold in on him. The world spins too fast, with colours too bright for
his eyes, sounds too loud in his ears. And suddenly, it doesn’t matter if there
are repercussions; he has to find a quiet place to breathe. Breathe. Just breathe. Alex tries to
focus on the breath entering and leaving his lungs, so his mind can’t wander
back to the dress and Magnus.
walking with no destination in mind. He doesn’t know where to go. Where to go,
what to do, or whom to speak to.
that you? What are you doing here?”
looking so very dashing in his tuxedo, stands at the window to Alex’s right, peering
down at the crowd of elegantly dressed guests, who call gaily to each other as
they arrived. The blond looks up when he hears the click of satin heels on
marble tiles, and Alex can feel his stare all the way down the length of the hallway.
Normally, Alex would have been gratified with the reaction his outfit has
garnered – the expression on Magnus’ face closely resembles a cow repeatedly
being hit with a shovel – but then panic sets in, making his heart race and his
What’s wrong?” Magnus tries to grab Alex when he attempts to slip past.
hysterical laugh nearly bubbles its way past his throat. Hi honey, I know this is a bit sudden, but I’m a male today - is there
a spare tuxedo lying around that I could borrow? I won’t be able to wear the
dress that Blitzen has poured his sweat, blood and tears into making, either! The
guilt flares up, of Alex single-handedly ruining the wedding that his friends
(and in-laws) have worked so hard to prepare.
“I … I
…” Alex wants to say that he’s fine.
That he’s just nervous. That these heels are killing him. Alex loves
Magnus; he doesn’t want to hurt him. He doesn’t want to drive Magnus away.
male today.” It’s a statement, not a question.
He knows. Of
course. Alex closes his eyes on a pained breath, his chest constricting. Magnus
has always had an uncanny ability to determine which gender Alex is. It’s
convenient, in the sense that Magnus is able to use correct pronouns (and glare
at people who don’t), but now, it only serves as a reminder that Magnus is able
to see right through him – and all of the lies that Alex tries to come up with.
sorry.” Alex whispers in response, keeping his eyes glued to the pristine white
pumps that peek out from beneath vast, sweeping skirts. “I’m so so sorry.”
I’m sorry.” Like a small child, Alex
repeats himself, over and over again. “I know I’m causing a lot of trouble. I’m
–” Alex catches his apology in mid breath. More sorries would only make things
“We’ll – We
could postpone?” A wild, frantic kind of hope fills him, snuffing out the
tilted, crazed feeling crawling in his stomach that thrashes his insides. “No, no, that wouldn’t work, everyone’s
already here –”
Magnus is mad, he hates me, he’s going to
thinking about it is enough to bring on dry heaves of anxiety. His knees shake
so badly that the chiffon and tulle quiver in wavelets down to the floor. The
concern radiating from Magnus seems to take tangible shape and form around
know what? Screw it, it’s fine.” Alex’s exhalation tears out of him like a
child crying so hard, so long, he works consciously for breath. “This is fine. I’ll be fine. The dress is fine. Everything’s
going to be fine. I love you, and it
doesn’t matter what I wear. Magnus Chase, I love you and we’re going to get
married today, and I’m going to glide
down that aisle if it’s the last thing I do –”
hands bracket his face, cutting Alex off mid-sentence as amber and brown eyes
are forced to meet stormy grey ones. “Alex.
It’s okay. I promise.”
protest Alex has is cut off when Magnus draws Alex close, pressing soft kisses
to his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his lips, so tenderly that Alex could
melt against him despite his worries. Alex sags, nestling his head into the
crook of Magnus’ neck. He smells of warm summer nights and spun sugar, and the
smell is familiar from spending nights curled up with Magnus in sheets that
smell exactly like him.
“It’s fine.” Magnus smiles gently, running his
palm down the bare skin of Alex’s arm, giving delicate fingers a reassuring
squeeze for good measure. “C’mon. Let’s go see Blitz. He’ll get you sorted
Alex lets Magnus
lead him down the hallway, in the opposite direction of where he had originally
come from. Clutching onto Magnus like a drowning person would a lifeline, Alex
tries to draw comfort from their intertwined fingers, and the fact that Magnus
is with him. Magnus never complains, not even when his hands are clasped in a
A rich red
carpet pads their footsteps. They stop outside a door, panelled with a
okay,” Magnus says softly, when the colour drains out of Alex’s face, all at
once. He puts his lips to Alex’s forehead and hugs him tightly. “Trust me.”
an almost imperceptible nod, and Magnus cracks open the door the tiniest bit.
thing Magnus hears is the sound of kissing – and judging from the look on
Alex’s face, the other boy can hear it too. The suck and smooch, gasping
breath, moans of pleasure. He cranes his neck, trying to peer inside the room. He
was sure this was Blitzen’s room … He knows spying on people isn’t exactly
moral, but he wants to see if his friends are inside.
almost wishes he hadn’t looked. There’s a sharp intake of breath from Alex, who
angles his head, trying to see around Magnus. The sight of Blitzen and
Hearthstone twined together, kissing each other hungrily sears itself into his
knob slips through Magnus’ frozen fingers and crashes against the wall. Hearthstone
and Blitzen break apart, their heads turn toward the noise, and then their
faces pale when they see Magnus and Alex standing in the door frame. If Magnus
hadn’t been so taken aback, he would have been amused at how Blitzen and
Hearthstone look as though they’d been caught sneaking cookies. He very
pointedly does not stare at Alex, who snorts quietly in amusement.
“We – Uh –”
Magnus opens and closes his mouth like a koi, face flushing red underneath his
tan. There’s a lot he wants to say, some choice phrases being – “Holy hel!” and “When did the two of you hook up?” – but instead, all that comes
out of his mouth is a weak, “Uh – Blitzen, have you made out – I mean, laid out the tuxedo?”
It’s in the other room, I’ll uh, go get it.” Blitzen mumbles, already moving away.
Hearthstone follows. Magnus thinks he’s blushing.
“Did I hear
you wrong or did you just say ‘tuxedo’?” Interrupting a dwarf and an elf trying
to get it on is admittedly enough to put a smile on Alex’s face, wan as it
“Oh, yeah -
I kind of asked Blitz to make a tuxedo for you,” Magnus answers, a half-smile
tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Just – Just in case, you know?”
“You did what?” Disbelief clouds Alex’s vision as
he tilts his head up to gauge Magnus’ expression. Yup, serious face. He’s not lying. “Just in case,” Alex repeats
dumbly, feeling pressure burning at the back of his eyelids. “Just in case.”
threaten, but Alex sucks them back. It’s a startling, but not unpleasant
feeling, to think that someone – that Magnus
– actually loves and cares enough for him to put his needs and wants above
theirs. Not for the first time, Alex wonders what he’s done to deserve such a
selfless boyfriend, who wholeheartedly accepts Alex for who he is as naturally
as breathing. His throat gets all thick, making speaking impossible.
his silence as displeasure, Magnus continues, his voice flavoured with a hint
of worry. “Uh – Yeah, I mean, it seemed like a good idea at the time, and Blitz
and Jack were more than happy to make another tux for you. Jack even insisted
on making a label that said, ‘Jack helped’, and you should have seen him –”
heels, Alex still has to stand up on his tiptoes to kiss Magnus, effectively
eliciting a startled squeak from the blond. Their lips meet, tentatively at
first, then hungrily, and slightly breathless, Alex says, “I love you.”
Alex’s slight frame in his arms, Magnus smiles. “I love you, too.”
“Not that I
don’t like the dress, but why exactly have you decided to keep it?” Magnus
squeaks in a very unsexy voice.
the bed shake with the force of his husband’s laughter. Magnus opens his eyes
to see Alex hovering above him. In one quick motion, Alex moves to straddle
him, his knees pressing on the bed on either side of Magnus’ hips. Pulse fluttering
wildly, Magnus’ eyes meet Alex’s, who is a sight to behold in a white wedding
dress and veil. Tuelle and chiffon ( along with Alex Fierro ) have never looked more alluring. Magnus licks his lips.
you disappointed? Or were you expecting something a little more … Risqué?” Alex’s
eyes gleam with wicked humour, a sly smirk playing across full, upturned lips. “Maybe
tomorrow night, dear.”
He laughs again
when Magnus chokes. It makes Magnus feel as though he’s just drunk liquid
sunshine. “No, I just thought you’d like to rip this off me. The dress was a gift, you know. It’s mine now.”
pretty to rip off,” Magnus protests half-heartedly, even as his fingers inch
towards the zipper at Alex’s back.
shivers when warm fingers brush against bare skin. He shifts his head and
kisses the side of Magnus’ neck, and up beneath his ear. Lightly, so lightly,
they could have been sighs instead of kisses. Magnus holds him tighter,
pressing Alex close to him.
smiles, and it’s a stamp against Magnus’ neck. “Then get it off carefully so I can wear it again.”