It took me a long time to finally update this one. I already had a pending chapter to post but I decided to make it an independent one-shot, but it's still in the editing phase so I hope you'll check it out when I post. I hope you like this one. Please enjoy!

I don't own the characters, Cassie Clare does. Also, the poem I mentioned, is not mine.

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Anniversary ?!

One of the hardest things in life is where you stand outside a pink colored store and pace back and forth trying to come up with the most perfect gift you can give someone on a special day, say an anniversary. To make it harder, you're not even sure if today is your anniversary, well it has been exactly a year since a particular Shadowhunter kissed, abruptly at that, a certain warlock in front of the said Shadowhunter's family and a whole army of Nephilim, but is that the anniversary date?

Magnus Bane leaned against the hard cement wall as he scoured his memories for a hint or clue on what Alec wanted, if Alec might have said something he liked or fancied or paid attention to for even half a minute. But nothing came to mind, except for weapons and demon killing, which was out of the question. With a defeated sigh, he straightened himself and continued to walk down the street, hoping for something, anything to catch his attention.

He glanced at his watch, an hour left. Gift shopping wasn't on this day's to do list because Alec didn't want a gift, anything material anyways, and when Magnus asked him what he wanted all Alec would say was 'I just want, need you to stop magicking things around the house.' But since it was Alec who invited him for lunch and it was him who's 'stepping outside the box', he felt this sudden urge to buy him a gift, it's not everyday Alexander Lightwood invites him to lunch and insists on preparing everything.

But this sudden gesture had offered no form of help to Magnus' situation: what do you get somebody, who doesn't want anything, for their anniversary, which isn't officially the anniversary?

His train of thought was stopped when his phone vibrated and made him stop at an antique shop with the name 'Silver Ones'. He fished for his phone and wasn't in the least bit surprised when he saw that it was Isabelle who texted her.

"You getting a gift for Alec? I recommend nothing. He loves it. Oh wait, he mentioned he wanted a sword once." Of course, even his dearest sister doesn't know what in the Angel's name it is Alec wants, apart from a whole lot of peace and quiet and weapons. Ironic.

"Your brother proves to be difficult. Weapons are out of the question. I need help!"

"Books maybe? I've given him 18 books in total, I don' think he loves them that much." Books. Magnus' knowledge wasn't that limited, in fact he was somewhat well-versed with them, so finding a good book wasn't hard at all, but finding a good book Alec would want and Isabelle hasn't given yet, would prove to be harder.

Magnus typed quickly as he opened the Medieval style oak door of the shop. "Thanks Iz. I leave the book giving to you!" The store in itself wasn't all that fancy; dust settled on top of the shelves with different types of snow globes, the chandelier wasn't void of dust either and Raziel-knows what else in that old rickety glass, a few Victorian plush couches sat on the corner, vanity mirrors hung in the walls and reflected Magnus' body creating an infinite image of Magnuses, leather bound books sat on one of the bookshelves and near the marble counter was a glass case holding a variety of gems.

"Good morning and welcome to the Silver Ones. How can I help you?" A brunette girl with soft hazel eyes appeared from the counter and brimmed with excitement, something odd from an antique shop but Magnus waved it off, he was probably the first customer of the month.

Slowly, he walked towards the glass case and regarded the pieces, some he were familiar with and most he'd already seen, and touched, personally. There were a few fakes, but they were close enough to be mistaken for the real thing, that is if you weren't a real live warlock who's seen the real damned thing in person. But he waved it off again, it wasn't doing any real damage, just selling fake stuff. "Yes, I'm looking for a gift. Something that says 'I know you don't want a gift but hey I'm giving this to you.' Think you can help me?"

The brunette girl regarded his words carefully and then proceeded to one of the book shelves on the right. "She read poetry? By the way, I'm Elisa." Supposed-Elisa came back holding a thick black velvet book with a few silver linings at the edge and crimson red wisp-y designs. Supposed Elisa laid the book on the marble counter and removed the dust housing on the book.

"Not a 'she' and he loves them, I think." Magnus continued to study the jewelries as he recounted the past people who wore them and the events accompanying them. Some memories were sad, others had no particular effect on him, and a few were just downright embarrassing. His attention lingered lengthily on one of the silver pendants but his new found interest was cut short when Supposed-Elisa opened the book.

"Oh, well it doesn't matter. It's actually a journal thing, but it has this one poem, Morning by Pablo Neruda, on the first pages. Plus it's also a box." Elisa held it proud as she pointed at the small hollow hole at the middle of the pages where something obviously rested but was taken out. Magnus carefully took the book/box and flipped through the pages, old parchment paper, and true enough on the front was a hand written poem.

Smiling, he was satisfied with the book/box and the poem inscribed on the first pages. "Perfect, and I'll take that silver pendant as well." Elisa shuffled past Magnus and took the silver pendant from the glass case and carefully placed it on the hollow space in between the pages of the book. She gave him a warm smile as she took his hands.

"I'm very sure he'll love it. Thank you." Magnus smiled back at her and wished that she was true. He gave her the payment and stalked outside the store towards their date site.

Amidst all the chaos caused by the mundanes and their loud voices yelling at one another, Alec stood shyly where a black, of course it had to be black, picnic blanket rested on top of the golden brown leaves. He was carrying a brown paper bag on one hand and was waving to Magnus with the other, as if it was not easy spotting a black-haired, blue-eyed, pale-skinned Shadowhunter.

Of course, Magnus kept the box hidden and decided to 'magic' it out later, just to catch Alec off guard. "Hey sweetie, did you wait long?" He leaned down slightly and kissed Alec on the cheek, he can't risk losing control on a public area without wards or glamours, not that he minded but he was thinking of his dear boyfriend.

He nodded sideways as he lead the taller man towards the blanket and signaled him to sit down. "No, not really. I arrived shortly before you did." Alec positioned himself beside Magnus and started taking out plastic containers and placing them in front of them. "I made those Asian noodles again but I added something else a few spices, some sandwiches, though I don't know what you wanted. Oh, Jace and Clary gave me this wine and Isabelle bought us some pastries." He held a gold bottle of wine, sparkling no doubt, and a pink box with black ribbons with the words 'Palace Hearts' printed on the sides.

"Oh?" He eyed the small buffet laid out and his heart softened from the simple gesture Alec had planned, it wasn't the most extravagant, luxurious or fabulous, but it was enough to get the message across. "What's the big occasion?" The warlock had to be sure that what he was thinking was correct before he pulled out his gift.

"Er, I uh. I just wanted to, uhm." Obviously Alec wasn't sure either.

"Happy Anniversary too Alexander." Magnus linked his hands with Alec's and squeezed it lightly.

The next two hours went by perfectly with Alec describing the little details of his day and with them savoring every bite of Alec's prepared food, Jace and Clary's wine that didn't sting too much, and Isabelle's bite-sized assortment of cakes. When they finished he drew out another brown box with a yellow ribbon and on the top was 'Chocolate Kiss', the cake they ate on their first date.

Taking out the last bite, Magnus smiled at how attentive Alec was during their first date, he thought the Shadowhunter wouldn't tell a single soul about them but he was wrong, dead wrong. Although Alec was dense enough not to know how much he loved him, Magnus forgave him because he knew all too well that Alec was just a lovesick boy who didn't know how to play the game.

"Hey Magnus," The warlock felt a pair of arms circle his waist and made no effort to wriggle out. He loved how Alec would wrap him protectively around his arms, as if he weren't capable of defending himself, and feel his heart beat faster than normal.

"Hmm?"

Alec stretched out his hands and slowly unclenched his fist. He held a red tiny cloth bag with gold ribbons and designs. Magnus picked up the bag and carefully opened it. "Angel!" Magnus lifted the white-gold ring in the air and carefully studied it. It was a slim silver colored ring with blue tendrils around it and at the center was a beautifully carved rose with a single blue gem at the middle. The inside of the ring was inscribed and held the words 'Aku Cinta Kamu' I love you. But it wasn't just a ring, it was a pendant. The ring hung on gold rope-like chains which glistened with the sun's rays.

"Here let me." Alec took the chain and put it around Magnus' neck. The ring dangled on his chest, just above his heart, and the blue swirls brightened up and resembled Alec's own bright eyes shining with life. Throughout Magnus' life he has received countless more valuable and more beautiful gifts but none like this one which brimmed with passion, love and kindness.

Magnus' slender fingers touched the ring and felt it throb, or was that his heart? "Alexander, it's so, beautiful."

"I, uh am glad you like it. I hope one day I'll get you a, err, a proper engagement ring."

The warlock jumped a bit and turned to face Alec, who was blushing a light shade of red, and smiling at him. Obviously he was nervous and he had no idea what he was saying or doing, but Magnus felt like he could melt anytime. He was expecting something but not this, he was completely caught off guard. Never in his entire life, well maybe a few times, was he left so speechless. What was he going to say or do? He has never proposed to anyone much less have anyone propose to him.

"Please say something Magnus." He focused on Alec's face and saw how nervous and afraid he was.

"Are you proposing?"

"Yes." A wave of horror washed over Alec's face as he asked the question, his voice must have been so dead Alec thought he didn't want to. "Er, I, I hope you'd get the idea. Angel, I must have done something stupid. I had no idea how t-"

The Shadowhunter's train of horrible thoughts and words were stopped when a pair of lips crashed down onto his. Pale hands found their way around the warlock's neck and pulled him closer as Magnus' hands circled Alec's waist for support. Alec's lips were soft and gentle, much like their kiss.

Magnus pulled away slowly. "Darling, I, I don't know what to say."

"Uhm, Yes?" Alec smiled shyly and Magnus chuckled.

"Of course, yes Alexander. You just, just caught me off guard, but I love it. I love you." Magnus flicked his fingers as blue sparks crackled from his hands and the black book/box appeared from out of nowhere and landed on Alec's open palms. "For you my dear." He gave it a once-over then proceeded to open it. Slowly and carefully, Alec flipped the page and smiled as he read the poem.

Oceanic blue eyes widened as he flipped through the next pages and found the silver pendant. He took it from the book and looked at Magnus. "It's not a ring but it's special on its own. Legends says it used to belong to an immortal alchemist who found the elixir to an immortal life. But of course that is the mundies' version of it. It actually belonged to a warlock, who is not me I swear, who enchanted it and gave it to a mundane girl he loved. Of course the mundane wasn't aware of the charm the pendant had. It has regenerative properties that works on both animate and inanimate things, I should know because I helped make it."

Alec swung the pendant around his neck and it glowed to a dull blue with a few white sparks at the center. "It glows a nice bright blue when you use it. Though it is quite limited to healing simple injuries and the like, not life-death matter of course, warlocks can't do that much."

"I love it Magnus. Thank you." He eyed the pendant carefully and smiled as he saw a streak of bright blue spark then fade. "And the book, we'll be able to write our memories there." Magnus smiled at the idea, he certainly wasn't thinking of it when he bought it.

"Alexander, I love you."

"I love you too Magnus. Happy Anniversary."

Alec leaned in closer and kissed him again. This time he wasn't kissing just his boyfriend, he was kissing his fiance.

"Happy Anniversary Alexander."

Yaaay! They're engaged! Oh Angel I don't know where that came from, sudden writing impulse. That escalated quickly! But I hope you liked it!

As always, please leave a review on what you think! or what you want me to write next!

By the way, the poem I mentioned it's a really good poem, and I recommend it to you guys!

With lot's of love, glitters and sparkly gems,

Thunderqueen