YOU REALLY THOUGHT I WASN’T GONNA MAKE A POST ABOUT THE WEDDING?? WELL WRONG! HERE I AM.
“So,” Alec said. He and Magnus had found shelter in the lee of a large rock, Magnus, leaning against it. […] “Since I’m the Consul now, I guess I make the rules.”
Magnus raised an eyebrow. […] “Was that flirting?” Magnus said. “Because I have to tell you I’m more in than I thought I would be.”
“Yes,” said Alec. He paused. “No. A little bit.” He laid a hand over Magnus’s heart, and Magnus looked at him with thoughtful green-gold eyes, as if sensing that Alec was serious. “I mean I make all the rules. I’m in charge now.”
“I told you already I was in,” Magnus said.
MAGNUS CONTROL YOURSELF, HE’S TRYING TO ASK YOU SOMETHING IMPORTANT 💀
Alec slid his hand up to cup his boyfriend’s jaw. There was light stubble on Magnus’s skin, which Alec always loved. It made him think of the way Magnus looked when he first woke up, before the rest of the world saw him, before he put on his clothes like armor, when he was just Alec’s.
WHY DO THEY ALWAYS MAKE ME CRY????
“We could get married,” he said. “In warlock blue and Shadowhunter gold. The way we always wanted.”
An incredulous smile spread over Magnus’s face. “You’re really asking me...?”
Alec took a deep breath and knelt down in the sand. He looked up at Magnus, watching his face go from amused to something else. Something soft and serious and tremulously vulnerable.
YOU KNWO WHAT’S SAD HERE?? THE INCREDULOUS SMILE AND THE LOOKING VULNERABLE. BABY WASN’T EVEN BELIEVING THIS WAS HAPPENING 😭
“When I found you, I didn’t know what I was finding,” Alec said. “Words about things that are beautiful and precious to me don’t come easily. You know that. You know me better than anyone.” He licked his dry lips. “And when one day people look back on me and what my life meant, I don’t want them to say, ‘Alec Lightwood fought in the Dark War’ or even ‘Alec Lightwood was Consul once.’ I want them to think, ‘Alec Lightwood loved one man so much he changed the world for him.’ ”
IF HE DOESN’T PROPOSE LIKE THIS, I DON’T WANT HIM 🗣
Magnus’s eyes shone bright as stars. He gazed at Alec with eyes full of joy, of a feeling so profound Alec felt humbled to be a part of it. “You know you’ve already changed the world for me.”
“Will you marry me?” Alec whispered. His heart was beating like a frantic bird’s wings. “Right now? Tonight?”
Magnus nodded wordlessly and pulled Alec to his feet. They wrapped their arms around each other, and Alec leaned up just that little bit, since Magnus was just that little bit taller, which he had always loved. And they kissed for a long time.
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It had been so long, Magnus thought, since he had attended a wedding for one of his own. He had never thought it would happen for him.
SIR I’M GONNA NEED YOU TO STOP ಥ_ಥ
Magnus had grown up able to see the ocean, and he had once —only once—mentioned to Alec that he would like to be married within the sound of its waves. His heart felt as if it were being crushed into a thousand joyous pieces now, since Alec had remembered.
NOBODY BUT THEM. NOBODY BUT THEM.
Jace stepped forward first, in a gear jacket printed with golden runes, and held out a hand to Alec. “I stand as suggenes to Alexander Lightwood,” he said with pride.
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Catarina stepped forward, smiling, and took his arm. “I fought our mutual green frenemy for the privilege of escorting you,” she said, indicating a fulminating Ragnor with a tilt of her head. “Come on, now—you don’t think I’d let you approach the altar alone? What if you got cold feet and ran off?” […]
“My feet have never been warmer,” Magnus said. “They’re positively toasty.”
I’M NOT GONNA SURVIVE THIS
She smiled at him. “No doubts?”
They had reached the end of the lighted path. Alec stood waiting, Jace beside him on the platform. Behind them was the ocean, stretching out silvery-blue as Magnus’s magic, all the way to the horizon. Their closest friends ringed the platform—Clary with her arms full of blue and yellow flowers, Isabelle carrying Max and sniffling back tears, Simon alight and smiling, Maryse with Rafe by her side: he looked solemn, as if aware of the significance of the occasion. […]
Magnus glanced down at Catarina. “No doubts,” he said.
I REPEAT, I’M NOT GONNA SURVIVE THIS.
Alec held his hands out, and Magnus took them. He looked into Alec’s blue eyes, the precise color of his own magic, and felt a great calm descend over him, a peace beyond all other peace he had ever known.
Magnus didn’t need to search his soul. He’d searched it a thousand times, ten thousand, in the years he’d known Alec. Not because he doubted, but because it shocked him so much that he didn’t. In all his life, he had never known such surety. He had lived happily and had no regrets, he had made poetry out of wondering and wandering, had lived untethered and gloried in freedom.
Then Magnus had met Alec. He had felt drawn to him in a way he couldn’t have explained or anticipated: He had wanted to see Alec smile, to see him be happy. He had watched Alec turn from a shy boy with secrets to a proud man who faced the world openly and unafraid. Alec had given him the gift of faith, a faith that Magnus was strong enough to make not just Alec happy, but a whole family happy. And in their happiness, Magnus had felt himself not just free, but surrounded by an unimaginable glory.
THERE ARE FUCKING TEARS ON MY FACE SOMEONE HELP ME
Some might have called it the presence of God.
Magnus just thought of it as Alexander Gideon Lightwood.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
There was something about the way Magnus and Alec looked at each other. […] They looked at each other as if the other person were as brilliant as a full moon that could blot out every star.
Alec moved closer to Magnus and Emma saw that it was a golden brooch in the shape of the Wedded Union rune. As Alec moved toward Magnus, he spoke the words of the Nephilim vows: “Love flashes out like fire, the brightest kind of flame Many waters cannot quench love, nor can the floods drown it.” He pinned the brooch over Magnus’s heart, his blue eyes never leaving Magnus’s face. “Now place me as a seal over thine heart, as a seal over thine arm: For love is strong as death. And so we are bound: stronger than flame, stronger than water, stronger than death itself. Magnus, his gaze fixed on Alec’s, laid his hand over the brooch.
Alec drew aside his jacket and rolled up his sleeve, baring his upper arm. He placed a stele in Magnus’s hand and clasped Magnus’s fingers within his own. With their hands entwined, Alec traced the shape of the Wedded Union rune onto his own arm. Emma assumed the second rune, the one over his heart, would be added later, in private, as it usually was.
When they were done, the rune stood out stark and black on Alec’s skin. It would never fade. It would never leave him, a sign of his love for Magnus for all time. […]
Slowly Magnus lowered his hand, still clasped in Alec’s. He gazed at the rune on Alec’s arm in a sort of daze, and Alec looked back at him, as if neither of them could look away.
“Aku cinta kamu,” Magnus read out, gazing at the interior of the ring, and he smiled at Alec, a brilliant, world-spanning smile. “My love for yours, my heart for yours, my soul for yours, Alexander. Now and for all time.”
PLS I CAN’T CONTROL MY SOBS ANYMORE
To have what Magnus and Alec had—anyone would be lucky.
Magnus and Alec slid the rings onto each other’s fingers, and Jia closed her book.
“Alexander Lightwood-Bane. Magnus Lightwood-Bane. You are now married,” she said. “Let us rejoice.”
The two men folded into each other’s arms, and a great cheer went up: Everyone was shouting, and hugging, and dancing, and the sky overhead burst into golden light as Ragnor, finally over his temper tantrum, began to fill the air with fireworks that exploded in the shapes of wedding runes. In the center of it all, Magnus and Alec held each other tightly, rings gleaming on their fingers like the slivers of a new sun breaking over the horizon.
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