Three Months Later

The sun was shining, and the breeze was cool against Alec's face. He was standing, looking out across Lake Lyn. The colors of the water glittered in the light, the waves crashing softly to the shore as the wind blew. Alec remembered standing in this exact spot when he was young, before they left for New York. Maryse had been pregnant with Isabelle, and Alec still hadn't quite gotten used to the idea of having a sibling. Leaving Idris was the worst thing imaginable in his mind at that time, and he grinned now at the memory of the fit he'd thrown when his parents had told him that they were taking charge of the New York Institute. He kicked a small rock forward, and watched as it tumbled forward and landed in the shallow water. A bird soared over his head, and let out a long call. The trees along the shoreline, and leading up into the forest were starting to change color as autumn fell over the land. Alec drew his left hand up and twisted the new silver band that would never leave his touch. It didn't look out of place, and it fit him perfectly. He smiled as he let the memories of the afternoon wash over him. It was getting later out, and the sun was beginning to set over the water; it was truly a beautiful sight. He heard someone walking up behind him, and turned to see Jace, a large grin on his face.
"Congratulations," He said as he reached Alec, and gave him an affectionate pat on the back. The two stood side by side, looking out over the water.
Alec breathed a "Thanks," a stupid grin plastered all over his face. "You're playing was perfect, by the way."
"Well, what did you expect?" Jace smirked, rocking on his heels with his hands stuck in his pockets. He had indeed not ended up wearing velvet. Or plaid. Or anything too weird. Just a simple black suit, with a thin black tie, which Alec assumed Clary had tied because it didn't look lopsided at all. "When does the party start?"
Alec glanced at his watch. "Should be anytime, now. He wanted to make a dramatic entrance, so." He ran a hand through his hair. "I should probably head back."
"I'll walk with ya," Jace flung a hand over Alec's shoulder as they both turned and headed toward the giant tent that Luke and some other werewolves had set up for them. "I do hope you realize," Jace commented. "That now that you've gone and tied the knot, everyone's gonna be looking at Iz, and me next."
Alec snorted. "I'm sure Jocelyn can't wait."
Jace let go of him and pushed him forward, and he laughed as he stumbled a few steps. Jace gave him a small, one handed salute, then headed in the opposite direction where Alec knew Clary, Isabelle, Simon, and some others were hanging out. Alec decided to follow; he had a few minutes to spare. The group was scattered around a table, and it made Alec's heart swell to see them all there for him. Jace spun the chair next to Clary around straddled it, swiping a cracker off of her plate. Isabelle and Simon were sitting next to each other, whispering to each other. Simon had changed so much since his Ascension. He wore his dark Marks on his arms proudly; he stood taller, prouder, and seemed surer of himself. Even when he had been a vampire, he'd always been a little awkward, but not anymore. He was adjusting to Nephilim life very well; he'd moved into the Institute, and he and Clary were preparing to become parabatai. He was wearing a suit just like Jace's, and Alec had to admit that they both pulled it off quite well. He was congratulated around the table.
"I love your guy's suits," Clary smiled up at Alec, meaning the gold suits that he and Magnus were both wearing. Since it was traditional marriage color for Shadowhunters, Magnus had two suits made to match each other.
"Yeah, I agree," Simon leaned back in his chair, one arm looped over the back of Isabelle's chair. "What do you say to sneaking off behind the tent later," He suggestively raised his eyebrows.
Alec held up his hand. "Sorry. Taken."
"Dammit." Simon let the chair come forward and he frowned. "I knew I missed my chance." Isabelle reached out a hand and scratched the side of his head lightly.
"I wouldn't mind a trip behind the tent…"
Simon looked at her, then said out of the side of his mouth "Never mind."
Alec rolled his eyes.
"Hey, I'm disappointed. You guys didn't walk down the aisle riding any barn yard animals." Jace pointed out.
"Thank God," Clary said.

There was a smaller tent set up off to the side, and that's where Alec started toward, after he said his goodbyes to his friends. As he walked, people patted him on the shoulder, gave him congratulations, all sorts of other stuff that he just sort of brushed off with a quiet 'thank you' and a nod. A lot of people were extended family that he didn't really know, or people Magnus had invited. But there were a few that he knew. His father happened to be a part of one group. Alec looked at him, not really sure what to say. Robert looked down at his son and sighed.
"I'm happy for you, son. I hope you can believe that."
Alec swallowed, and then held out his hand. "I do." They shook.
As he cleared the mass of people, one person stepped out toward him that he recognized. Even though he'd never spoken to her personally, he knew her from Magnus pointed her out at the last wedding, and from the picture in the apartment. Tessa was wearing a floor length dress, that was a very soft violet color, and her light hair was twisted up on top of her head. There were two pieces of jewelry that she donned, and it looked like both had been on her person for awhile, and had no intention of leaving. He reached her and she smiled shyly at him.
"Hello, Alec,"
"Hi," He stuck his hands in his pocket, awkwardly. "How was Paris?" He asked.
"Oh, it was wonderful," Her voice was light, and she had a slight accent. "And that was a beautiful ceremony,"
It really was. It hadn't been too over done in Alec's opinion, but Magnus had been happy with it. Twinkle lights had covered the entire ceiling of the tent, and white roses were everywhere you looked. Since it was a marriage between a Shadowhunter and a Downworlder, they'd taken certain measures. They simply exchanged rings instead of runes. They'd spoken simple vows to each other, and Alec knew that he would be embarrassed to see the pictures that people had snapped, because he'd had a huge smile on his face the entire time.
"I'm no stranger to Shadowhunter Downworlder weddings," Tessa made a face like she had a secret.
"You and Will, right?"
"You know about Will," She didn't sound surprised.
Alec almost snorted, and coughed instead. "Yeah, I know about Will. Not too much, but, yeah."
"Magnus was fond of him. They were fond of each other, really," She sighed, and wrapped her arms around herself. Alec didn't know how to tell her that he'd spent many many nights filled with jealously at her husband. He wanted to change the subject.
"I know that you had to worry about, when Will died, and I worry about the same thing. And," He didn't know how to get the words out. "I was wondering if," He looked off toward the small, enclosed tent where he knew he was. "If you'd look after him for me." He met her eyes.
Tessa was quiet for a moment, then she nodded. "Magnus has always been there for me. And I will always be there for him." She stepped forward and took Alec's hand. "I promise, Alec. Now," She patted his hand, and wrinkled her nose as she smiled. "I think someone's waiting for you."

"Magnus?" He said as he stepped inside of the tent. Standing there, in front of a vanity mirror that he'd conjured, reapplying his eye makeup, stood Magnus Bane; High Warlock of Brooklyn, and most importantly… Alec's husband.
He turned and looked at Alec. "Hi," He looked almost shy, and it made Alec want to kiss him.
"Hi yourself," He smiled as he walked further into the room. The gold stood against Magnus's tan skin and it made him look warm all over. At least he'd gotten the autumn weather for the wedding. They'd traveled to Idris a week before to set everything up. They'd finally decided to set up the tent by the lake, because Magnus claimed that it would be the most photogenic. Alec didn't really care, he was just happy that everything was happening. "Are you almost ready?" He let his fingers rest on Magnus's back as the warlock turned back to the mirror.
"Almost. Does this look okay?" He poked a certain spike in his hair.
Alec rested his chin on his shoulder, and looked in the mirror at both of them. It suddenly reminded him of the picture. He grinned and whispered "It looks perfect." Then placed a soft kiss right under his ear.
Magnus sighed. "I'm so happy. It seems ridicules. I didn't know I could be this happy,"
Alec reached down and tugged Magnus's hand and pulled him away from the mirror. When he turned, Alec gripped his chin and pulled him into a deep kiss, and he felt Magnus almost melt against him. This. This was what Alec wanted, what he needed for the rest of his life. Magnus trailed his hands up Alec's back and traced the hair along his collar.
"Alec," He breathed. "We need to go," Their foreheads were pressed against each other.
Alec scrunched his nose. "Wanna go behind the tent and make out instead?"
Magnus laughed. "I knew I married you for a reason."

All eyes were on them, but Alec didn't care. Hand in hand, they walked through the crowd of people, rings glittering on their hands. Someone somewhere announced their names, but Alec wasn't paying attention. They stepped onto the tile dance floor, and he pulled Magnus toward him. The warlock placed one hand on his back, and they gripped each other's other hand. He heard Jace start to play the piano in the background.
"I love you," Magnus whispered to Alec, making him smile.

Then, they danced.

*Ta-da! I hope everyone has enjoyed this as much as I have! Thank you once more for reading. You're awesome.*