Will you marry me?

"Toothpaste, huh?" said the warlock, gesturing to Alec's proposal on the bathroom wall. Alec started, taken aback by the interruption of the mood, then chuckled. "Yeah...well, this was kinda..uh...impromptu, I guess, not that I didn't want to ask you earlier, just, didn't expect it to be tonight, " Alec smiled, abashed. "Well, it goes to show we are a match for each other, honey, we almost have telepathic thoughts," Magnus said, winsomely. He reached up a hand to brush Alec's cheek with a knuckle, and his voice softened to something much more tender. "So...Alec? Your answer?"

"Do you have to ask?" A gentle whisper.

"Say it, then Alec, I want to hear you say it, for me,"

"Magnus, I-" Alec stopped, just because he couldn't believe he was able to say these very words to Magnus. "I love you, and I always will, and I am, -" he gulped, feeling a rush of happy, hot, tears to his eyes, continued, "I am so, so honored to say yes. Of course. And yes and yes and mpfh-" The warm brown lips of his warlock sealed his and there was not much more to be said for a long time.

After they had managed to get out of the bathroom, (the sink was probably out of order, and shower curtain in shreds, whilst the toothpaste was nearly finished) Magnus brought Alec to the bedside. Taking out the small, classic, blue velvet box that matched the color of Alec's eyes exactly, he turned to face Alec."Here, " he said, " to seal the deal." Cupped in one his palms was a ring. Alec licked his lips, heart pounding. This would finally be for real.

It was a simple piece, silver metal (it was platinum actually,) woven into a small band, topped with a single diamond. Pink gold laced the insides. It was perfect. It was so like Alec. Not flashy or loud. But rather, precious on the outside and sweet on the inside.

Magnus took his hand and slid the ring on, relishing the moment that the band marked the Shadowhunter as his, and his only. "Mine, " he vowed, and brought Alec's hand to his lips as he kissed each one of the knuckles.

Alec looked up and the warlock and the Shadowhunter stared at each other, locked in their embrace. The cat eyes that greeted Alec in the mornings sparkled as a wide smile split the warlock's face. Alec chewed his lower lip and allowed himself a small grin. It didn't do the extent of his happiness justice. Inwardly, Alec felt like he was flying on wings to heaven, and could do so a hundred times over and still circle the earth, he was exhilarated and overwhelmed and full of joy that he could just burst with it. He felt like he could face a whole horde of Greater Demons and get away without a single scratch.

"I...just...can't even-" said Alec wishing so hard that he was as eloquent as Jace or Magnus could be to find the right words for this moment, though he doubted that what he wanted to tell Magnus could be expressed in mere sentences. But he saw the warlock glance at him with the same unfathomable feelings, and with the reply I know, Alec, me too. And so, Alec settled for a simple "I love you", though it was anything but. It was more like a hundred "I love you"s mingled with thousands of "Stay with me forever" and as the warlock lost himself in Alec's dreamy blue eyes, he realized that this was the best kind of magic of all.

"Alec. Alec. Talk to me. Alec. Honey. Sugarplums. Sweetheart. Cutie pie. Baby." Finally, the warlock gave up and shook Alec. Nonplussed, the Shadowhunter merely slid across to the other end of the couch, all the while still staring into empty space. Magnus stared at his betrothed from under narrowed eyes. Alec, ever since this morning, had been acting weirdly. He had dipped his bread into orange juice, worn his sweaters inside out twice, and even locked Chairman Meow into a cabinet, who incidentally, had given him three scratches in retribution. Alec did not even flinch, but merely pushed the feline aside and dropped down onto the couch.

"Alec, what is it?" Magnus asked again, not expecting a reply. He didn't get one. Alec had turned faintly pale, and was rubbing along the edges of his sweaters, as he did when he got nervous. Sighing, he used his lanky self to loop around the Shadowhunter. "Alexander." He kissed Alec's collarbone peeking out behind the tatty wool. "Gideon." The crook of his neck. "Lightwood." The spot just behind his ear.

"Alec. Snap out of it. Or else," Magnus whispered into Alec's ear. No response. Huffing sulkily, the warlock sat up, then proceeded to send Alec into a tickling fit.

"Stop, stop no more, I'll tell you, I swear, stop -agh-" Alec writhed around on the sofa, as the warlock tortured him mercilessly with devilish fingers. He laughed till tears were leaking out from the corners of his eyes, and grabbed his sides, twisting to get away from Magnus. "I told you, Alec, there would be consequences," the warlock said grimly.

Alec sat up, gasping for breath, flushed and sides heaving. His breathing slowly returned to normal, and he seemed to remember what dreadful news he had to tell Magnus. An almost-panicky gaze came over him, and a spike of alarm shot through Magnus. Was it something really that bad?

The warlock covered Alec's palms with his hand, as Alec looked up at him. He took a wobbly breath.

"Magnus, if we are getting married, how am I-how am I going to tell my parents?"

The warlock arched an eyebrow.