Steal My Heart

What a Beautiful Night for a Wedding

Lightwood. A strong shadowhunter name, a name that once held great respect and power, honor even. But as the saying goes, it takes twenty years to build a reputation but a moment to lose it. Robert and Maryse Lightwood were once stupid and young, they wanted to help find a new way to save the world. Or at the very least protect it. In doing so they would lose much of the respect that came with their name...

They would go on to pass this name down three fold. Alexander, the oldest, who would do anything for his family, no matter the cost. Isabelle, a daddy's girl, fiercely loyal to those that she loves. And Maxwell, the youngest, who is often left out of things no matter how much he may think he's ready to know them.

Lies were told, things held back. Suddenly, that name weighed so much more than it had before, that weight falling on Alec's shoulders. Isabelle once said "...Heavy is the head that wears the crown", but heavier still was his heart when he chose his duty over his own happiness.

Lydia, he felt, was the key to rebuilding what had been lost. However, as he stood before her, she who could rebuild his family name, it was not her who filled his thoughts. They were instead filled with an odd mix of the warlock who often stole his breath, and he rather hoped he stole his as well. Magnus, his very name made it hard to breathe, though Alec knew he had destroyed any chance he had at being with him. But the thing that stunned him was the flash of blue green eyes. Eyes of a girl he hadn't seen in ten years. They reminded him of the days when he was just Alec, not an older brother, or a shadowhunter. Not trying to fit into the mold his mother wanted for him.

These memories were still tumbling through his mind after he left Lydia at the altar for Magnus. A small smile coming to his lips at the idea that his dearest friend would be proud of him for making himself happy for once.

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet."

*****

Having escaped the crowd from the wedding that was not to be, Magnus and Alec have a moment to themselves. Alec half pacing, feeling both drunk with happiness, and as if the world was about to crash down around him. He knew however happy he was in this moment it could and most likely all would end in him getting screwed over.

"I'm so glad we got away from that crowd and all those people. So intense." Alec breathed as he fiddled with the cuff of his shirt.

"I have to hand it to you, Alexander. You certainly know how to make a statement."

Magnus smiled at the Shadowhunter that had in such a short time made a large impact on him. Eight-hundred years was a long time to live, he found. And, after the first two hundred years, very few people have the power to truly change your life or have an impact on you. So he intended to hold onto the precious few who made him feel, Alec being at the very top of that short list.

Hearing footsteps approaching, it wiped the smile from both men's faces. A small bolt of fear hitting them both as Alec's mother and father came toward them. Magnus turned and took a few steps away in order to give the family space, but also to stay close so that Alec would know he was here if he needed him.

"What have you done, Alec? To us? This family?" Maryse spoke with quiet rage.

"This isn't about you."

"Of course it is. You are either being selfish or naive. This wedding was your plan from the start. And now you have humiliated us in front of the most respected members of the Clave. I don't even recognize you anymore." The worlds came with so much speed from her lips one would think she had rehearsed it, though that made them no less harsh.