You Deserve to be Happy

By: Shin Sankai

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Author's Notes: So, whilst I made mention of taking some scenes and expanding on them for Malec purposes, I have also decided that some scenes I am warping to my own desire that have come out of the TV Series, but then stealing Alec's pretty blue eyes from the books. Sorry, I like the blue eyes... This is what happens when you are sick in bed and the plot bunnies invade your sleep. I've already started working on another story as it is. I seem to have a contagious Malec writing bug.

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"Alec," Blue eyes shifted to a young woman looking absolutely stunning in a floor length gown. She was standing in the doorway, shuffling from side to side and worry was clearly etched on her pretty face.

"How do I look?" Alec turned to face the young woman fully as she walked in and stood in front of him, her head tilted as she looked him up and down on the spot.

"I don't think white is your colour." Her hand lifted up to cup his cheek. "Its like you are in mourning."

"Izzy..." Alec did have to swallow the fact he did feel like happiness for him was so far away now.

"But you still look very handsome." Izzy tried to give her big brother a reassuring smile, but he already knew her efforts were in vain.

"Hey you two," Another person joined the siblings.

"Jace,"

"Mum and dad said Lydia's arrived, so we best get you to the alter." Izzy watched her big brother gulp down the lump in his throat, shaking hands being shoved into his pockets to ward off any scrutiny or questioning from prying eyes.

"Lets do this." Alec mumbled as he took in a deep breath and then let it out.

The three siblings headed out of the room and into the church, all three making their way to the front. Alec and Izzy saw the beaming smiles on their parents faces whilst Jace was trying ever so hard not to stare at Clary who was sitting in the crowd, looking pretty in a silk dark green dress and with her best friend, Simon, at her side. Who invited him?

Alec's attention was stolen for a moment as he watched Izzy scan the crowd of mostly shadowhunters. He watched her plum coloured lips turn into a frown as she couldn't see who she was looking for. Did she have a date or something?

"Izzy, you alright?" She snapped her brown eyes to him, giving him a shaky smile as she nodded her head. He knew that was a damn lie, but couldn't interrogate her further as the church doors opened and in walked Lydia Branwell, dressed to impress in a floor length wedding gown.

Just starring at her walking down the aisle, Alec was certain all the blood drained from his face and his stomach began to churn as she drew closer. Once she stood at his side, giving him a smile, Alec shifted his sapphire blue orbs back over to Izzy once more. The frown on her face did him in. She knew him, all of him, and she hated seeing him unhappy and trapped in a corner with no way out.

Jace was a different story though. He still hid much from the blonde shadowhunter. They'd been at odds for awhile now, no thanks to Clary showing up, but they needed to get past it. Or more importantly, Alec needed to get past it. And he was, truly he was. They would always be brothers, always parabatai and no bond was greater then that. Or so Alec was still trying to convince himself.

Alec wasn't too sure about that since his eyes had begun to shift from Jace to another. It was all so confusing, so very new to him and in truth, he hadn't known what to do except lash out. There was so much Alec needed to tell Jace and yet...what if he didn't accept him like Izzy did? What if...?

"You okay buddy?" Alec jerked from his thoughts, a fleeting look occurred between sapphire blue and miss-matched coloured orbs. Even if Jace was kept in the dark about several things, Alec could see and feel the worry his brother, his parabatai had for him.

"No, I'm not." Before Jace could even utter anything else, Alec shifted his gaze to the very pretty blonde standing beside him, the very pretty blonde he felt nothing for.

"Alec, hey..." It looked like she'd been trying to catch his attention for awhile now, confusion in her blue eyes, but there was something else there too: understanding.

"Lydia," Alec drew in a deep breath, heart hammering. "I can't do this." He was waiting for an uproar from the young woman or a slap to the face or...something...anything but the smile that graced her lips. It was then Alec had to remember, aside from Lydia being a 'Branwell' which was a very influential name throughout shadowhunter history (much like his own) he actually knew next to nothing about her. Aside from the fact she was stronger then him, most definitely so, as she stood up for herself against her parents, found her own happiness, her own true love, but sadly she had lost him too early in life.

And Alec... Alec had never found true love. He didn't know what it was. Not until he saw...

"Alec," He snapped from his thoughts and focused on Lydia. "Its alright." The sweet gesture of Lydia placing her hand against his cheek made the tension in his shoulders ease. She would have made a formidable spouse, a fantastic business partner to help him lead the New York Institute (which was his dream) with strength and pride, but...but Alec couldn't do it.

You loose your breath when they enter the room...

When they walk by, your heart beats faster...

And when they are standing so close, feeling their breath near you, your skin tingles...

Alec's gaze shifted to his rather confused parents and the sudden whispers filling the church.

No, this was all wrong. This wedding was all wrong! This is not what Alec wanted.

"Alec," He was brought back to the present as Lydia brushed a thumb over his cheek. "You deserve to be happy." The whispers grew louder as Lydia turned away, heading off and out of sight.

Yes, happy. Happy is what Alec wanted. Happy is what he so desperately needed...and deserved. Just like Lydia had said. Alec didn't want the perfect life, couldn't settle for the perfect life of a dutiful wife and kids because...because that is not where his heart lay.

His heart lay with someone who was not perfect at all. Someone who wasn't even a shadowhunter, but someone who made him loose his breath whenever they did walk into a room, just as the very person had shoved those words into his face. Those very words haunted him and then Alec had lashed out like a child and then...and then he was gone...never to darken (or in Alec's case: brighten) his doorstep again. And that feeling, of him not being there was far more painful then any injury he'd ever had in all his years (as short as it was) as a shadowhunter.

"What's going on?" Alec heard his mother's cry of confusion, she having shot to her feet in an instant, finally realising that Lydia was not coming back.

For now though, Alec's eyes focused on his sister, the very person who knew him best and found her eyes were shining with tears as she tossed the flowers she'd been holding to the floor and wrapped her arms around him, her plum coloured lips against his ear.

"I'm so proud of you Alec," He shook his head as truthfully he was currently winging it right now. "Go get him big bro." He was sure he blushed a little, eyes shifting to a rather confused Jace, but soon, very soon, he would tell him everything... Well, maybe not everything.

Alec let go of Izzy and headed down the aisle, moving past his furious mother before her quick reflexes shot out and grabbed hold of his arm.

"Alec, what do you think you are doing?" He shrugged off her hand, ripping the white suit jacket and black waistband from his body, dumping them on the church floor as his hands pulled the crisp white shirt from his black trousers.

"I'm sorry..." They were painful words to voice, but also meant a thousand and one things right then and there. I'm sorry I can't be the perfect son you always wanted me to be. I'm sorry I'm not the role model you wanted me to be for others. I'm sorry for being a failure. I'm sorry I can't marry Lydia and have hundreds of shadowhunter babies with her. Mum and dad, I'm just...sorry...

Though, what Alec was not sorry for was...

"Where do you think you're going?" He listened to his mother shout as he headed for the exit.

"To be with who I want to be with!" Alec shot back, quick legs taking him to the doors and he burst through them, feeling the warm sun on his pale skin as he closed his eyes for a single moment, breathing in, what felt like the first time in his life: freedom.

He faintly heard the doors clang as they slammed shut behind him and then faint noises erupted through the church. He would definitely be the talk of the New York Institute for months to come. Hell, maybe even other Institutes since his parents had sent invitations off to other Heads and he'd briefly met some of them too.

Alec shook his head of such thoughts. There was no turning back now. He'd left the church and Lydia had left earlier then him too. His old life was over. Alec's heavily kept secret, which was the biggest secret of all, would soon be known to many. Though he was certain Izzy wouldn't spill a drop, though one day he would have to face the music and explain why he couldn't marry Lydia. Lydia was was an excellent shadowhunter in her own right, but most importantly...a girl.

It was thrilling and terrifying for Alec to ponder on what was to come and what was to become of himself. Would Alec even be allowed to set foot back into the Institute? He guessed only time would tell as his blue eyes shot open, Alec shaking his head as he loosened the tie around his neck, popping two buttons and then raked his hands through his hair, messing it up to its usual 'tousled, just woken up' style which Izzy always said suited him well.

It did not take long for dread to reach the pit of his stomach at the sudden decision he'd just made. Had he just lost his parents, even though at this stage they would just be insanely confused? However, when he did come clean, would he loose them forever? And with loosing his parents would that then mean he would loose everything else? His siblings? The Institute? Being a shadowhunter and everything he was trained for? Would he...be...de-runed?

Letting out a shuddering breath, seriously not wanting to think about that and desperately trying to think on the brighter side. In truth, the only consolation prize so far was the fact that Lydia didn't blame him for not going through with the wedding and Alec was now well aware of how much Izzy wanted him to be happy. And he was sure, 100%...well...maybe 75% that once he told Jace mostly everything...he too would only want him to be happy.

And Alec knew his happiness lay with...

"Alec!" Blue eyes immediately shifted to that familiar sensual voice and instantly he felt his breath hitch, his heartbeat quicken and his hand clenched into the material of his white shirt as there, at the bottom of the church steps stood his happiness.

Magnus!

The warlock was beautifully dressed in black trousers, chunky boots, a silk black shirt and his grey snakeskin and bright blue jacket over the top. The silk shirt had several buttons undone and three necklaces rested against muscular golden-bronze taut chest. Magnus wore six rings in total on his fingers. Magnus even had electric blue highlights in his slightly spiked hair. And then lets not forget the black eye-liner and grey-blue shadow accentuating his dark brown sparkling eyes. And to top off the look, were silver ear-cuffs attached to his ears. Alec had seen this very outfit on Magnus before, but it still took his breath away.

Alec continuously blinked down at the vision before him and then felt his feet move, taking one step down and it was then he finally realised that it truly was Magnus! Magnus was here! He wasn't a figment of his imagination! Magnus wasn't disappearing before his very eyes as he took a couple more steps down.

Alec felt his mouth go dry instantly.

Magnus... Magnus, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, who flirted with him non-stop, who helped him on various shadowhunter business when he didn't need to. Magnus who saved Izzy's life. Magnus who made him unable to breathe, was right before his very eyes, looking up at him with wonder and confusion. Alec was sure the wonder was there because he was standing before the warlock's very eyes and confusion was there for Magnus did not understand what he was doing outside the church, when he should very well be in it and getting married. Then there was also the slight tilt of the head, eyes shifting to look him up and down at how dishevelled his appearance currently was. Alec was not into fashion at all, but Magnus knew he would at least make an effort on his wedding day, which he had, but once he decided to do something for himself, the constraints had to be removed instantly. He was damned surprised the tie was still loosely around his neck if he were being honest.

After a few more seconds of staring at each other, Alec felt his eyes widen and his breath hitch. Magnus was still here! Wait, why was Magnus here? It was then Alec's brain went back to inside the church, to the image of a frowning Izzy looking about the church. Whilst Alec thought she'd been looking for her date, had she in fact been looking for...

It did not take long for Alec's mind to be made up, family and honour and keeping up the Lightwood name be damned as he stumbled down the concrete steps, tripping ungracefully at the last minute and nearly smashing into the warlock before Alec quickly regained his footing.

He was starting to realise that as graceful a shadowhunter he was, especially when it came to business and battle, when he was in front of the High Warlock of Brooklyn, he lost all equilibrium. Straightening up and looking up at the warlock, Alec's heart ached in an instant, for even though they were barely inches from each other, he felt like it was an entire ravine keeping them apart. And Alec didn't want that at all!

Flashes of their introduction assaulted his mind. Treasured memories of the warlock needing him, needing his strength. The looks, the smiles, the laughter, it was everything to Alec and more.

Magnus was here, right in front of him.

Magnus...his Magnus...well...he hoped in any case. Alec flushed at that realisation as his arms lifted up, he stretching up on tiptoe as he launched himself at the downworlder. Alec gripped the warlock tight, having thrown his arms over the tall man's shoulders, clutching him close and tight, for all he was worth. And that was a damn lot, Alec might add.

"Alexander..." The stubborn and strong shadowhunter had never felt such a shiver ripple through his own body then it did right then and there as Magnus whispered softly into his ear, those lean and strong dependable arms finally rising and securing their hold on him. One wrapped fluidly around his waist, the other around his shoulders and his warm hand pressed at the back of his head, dainty fingers delving into his messy black hair, holding him close like he were the most precious being the warlock had ever held within his very arms.

Just being in the warlock's embrace, a returned embrace at that, spoke volumes to Alec's fluctuating emotions which he was never good at understanding. Magnus was giving him a silent promise that everything was alright. Magnus was telling him that he was here and he wasn't going to let go.

"Magnus..." Alec's thoughts were always insanely jumbled when it had to do with his tremulous feelings for the High Warlock, but his name was like a soothing balm on his emotions, much like the smell of the sandalwood that touched Magnus' warm golden-bronze skin and just the general feel of having the taller man wrapped around him. In this moment, Alec felt all the tension leave his body in an instant. He was finally relaxing, finally at peace with himself.

The High Warlock of Brooklyn was holding Alec loving close, he being cocooned against his taller, lankier body and yet, it was like they melded as one, arms secured around each other and bodies pressed perfectly together, fitting together like two pieces of the same precious stone which had been incomplete, and now it (they) had finally found its (their) other half.

"Magnus..." It was all Alec could desperately get out as he strengthened his hold on the warlock, breathing in the familiar scent, lips curving into a serene (but hidden) smile as he pressed them boldly against Magnus neck. This is happiness... Such was Alec in utter bliss right at this moment that he didn't even hear the church doors opening as Jace appeared at the top of the stairs. He'd been ordered by the Lightwood parents to get Alec back in here. And whilst Jace wasn't one to really follow orders, he did want to ensure his brother, his parabatai, was alright.

And Jace wasn't sure what feelings were rushing through his very body when his eyes did finally lock onto Alec. For there said older brother was, down the bottom of the stairs, back to him, and he'd never looked so fragile and so small before, in his very miss-matched eyes.

Alec was always the most responsible one, the most prideful, the one who followed the rules to the letter. The one who would never stray from the righteous path their parents set out for him. The shadowhunter all other shadowhunters strived to be like. And there he was, on a bright sunny day, on his wedding day (or was meant to be his wedding day) in the arms of another. And not just any other either. Alec, who held things close to his chest, who never shed his problems with him even though they were brothers, they were parabatai, and he could tell when Alec's emotions were fluctuating because of their bond, but stubbornly he refused to voice a thing to him. And right now, as he gazed down at the bottom of the steps, there Alec was, gripping the flashy Magnus Bane, like his very life depended on it and his curved lips were pressed against said warlocks neck!

Jace could do nothing but stand there, heart pounding as dark brown eyes snapped to attention, glancing up at him, and...Jace had to gulp down the lump in his throat...was that a flash of possessive gold in them? The blonde shadowhunter couldn't be sure, since one of Magnus' hands drifted away from Alec's shaking body, fingers snapping as a portal was suddenly created behind their embracing figures.

He didn't know what Magnus whispered to Alec, but his brother nodded his head in consent and the next thing he knew, the two of them were gone. Alec was gone...and he did nothing to stop it.

Trepidation filled him in an instant, but it didn't last long when his eyes shifted over his shoulder as Izzy finally made her way out of the church and stood at his side.

"Where is Alec?"

"He's gone." He watched fear shift through her gaze in an instant, but her shoulders eased as Jace drew her close, wrapping an arm around her shoulders whilst her brown orbs shifted to his free hand resting over his parabatai bond. "He's safe... Alec's safe with Magnus."

Magnus did come for him!

"F-For how long?" Izzy couldn't help but stutter out the dreaded question. How long indeed would their brother be safe from their parents, from the Council too. And on another thought, how long would the High Warlock of Brooklyn be safe from their parents and the Council too? Nothing like this had ever happened before, well not that Izzy was aware of, in regards to the unmistakable attraction and feelings between a Shadowhunter and a Downworlder. And two men at that.

"We'll do whatever we can to protect him." Jace voiced with conviction.

"The both of them." Izzy reiterated, because she knew, where one was, the other would most definitely be close by. Though she'd doubt Magnus Bane needed their protection. He was the High Warlock of Brooklyn after all. You didn't get that position lightly. And she could tell tremendous power lay within his very fingers, and now that he finally got her adorably awkward and very stubborn older brother within his hands, she knew Magnus would never let anything happen him.

And for once in her life, Izzy was prepared to entrust Alec to quite the dashing warlock who held great fondness for her big brother, right from the very start when they first met.

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