(or at least how i imagine it going down as of 3.19 airing. i hope you guys enjoy!!!)
The dust cleared and Alec coughed as his lungs adjusted to the new atmosphere. He gripped his bow in his hands tightly, prepared to fire an arrow at a moment’s notice. Izzy stood beside him, her snake whip poised to strike. The red hue of Edom engulfed them, and Alec shivered as an uneasy feeling overtook him.
He motioned to Izzy with a slight twitch of his head and they began to walk towards the looming fortress that Asmodeus called home, weapons still at the ready.
Magnus knew that a portal had opened near the castle. He could sense it, and he knew that Asmodeus could too.
Relief washed over Magnus as he realized that the man he loved had come to Edom to find him. He felt his lips twitch up into a smile, only for it to disappear when he remembered what had happened. Alec had gone behind his back and made a deal with Asmodeus. A deal that now lead to the very awful situation Magnus was now in. He had practically beaten Lorenzo to a pulp and was now sitting on the throne next to his father’s.
And he had felt good about it.
He hated that feeling, knowing that his father had won, that he was truly dark on the inside, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Magnus’ magic roared inside of him, and his cat eyes flashed from his glamor for a moment. He needed to stay in control until the right moment came. Alec had a plan, and Magnus wasn’t going to be the one to ruin it.
Suddenly, the window smashed as an arrow flew through it and stuck itself into the top of the throne Asmodeus was happily perched on. He stood up immediately, anger brewing beneath his skin.
Magnus smirked. It was time.
Magnus was breathing heavily. He felt sadness emerge as he looked where his father had disintegrated, but it was quickly replaced with hatred for all he had done. He sighed in relief and closed his eyes, thanking the angel that it was all over.
“Well done.” Alec’s equally exhausted voice sounded through the room. Magnus’ heart clenched, recalling the time they first met. He turned around as his eyes met those hazel ones he was oh so in love with.
“More like medium rare?” Alec grinned, and Magnus found himself running towards the shadowhunter and collapsing into his welcoming arms. Alec let go of the tension he was holding in his shoulders and squeezed Magnus with all of the love in his heart. He clung to his jacket and fisted it in his hands, inhaling the sandalwood he had dearly missed.
“Magnus, I’m so sorry. I thought..”
“We can talk about it later. Right now, I just want to be in your arms.” Magnus felt Alec nod and they clutched each other impossibly tighter, relishing the feeling.
They were back at the loft now, laying on the couch. Magnus was on top of Alec, his head resting on his chest and their legs intertwined. Alec’s fingers were running through Magnus’ blonde streaked locks and a fire was crackling in the background. It was peaceful, but Magnus’ thoughts were not.
“Why did you do it?” he asked, breaking the silence. Alec’s fingers stilled and Magnus could feel his heart rate quicken.
“Do what?” Alec responded. Magnus rolled his eyes.
“You know what I’m talking about.” the warlock pushed himself off the couch and stood, looking down on Alec. “Why did you make the deal with Asmodeus?”
Alec sat up and started to wring his hands. He stared at the ground, and then took a deep breath and looked Magnus in the eyes.
“After that night, at dinner, it was very clear to me that no matter what, there was nothing I could do to fix your suffering. I could be there for you, but you said you would never be happy again without your magic, that you would possibly die for it. I hated seeing you in that much pain. I hated the idea that you were hurting so much and I couldn’t do anything to help. I decided that night that your happiness meant more to me than anything in the world. So, I went to a warlock and spoke to Asmodeus through her. He said I was your weakness, that you could never reach your full potential with me around, and that I would be the death of you. I thought if you had your magic back, you could be happy again, and all I wanted was for you to be happy, even if I wasn’t.” Alec said, still picking at the spot between his thumb and forefinger.
Magnus couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or in love.
“Are you that stupid to think that I would rather have my magic than have you? I would have been able to deal with being a mundane as long as it meant I had you by my side.” Magnus decided he was annoyed.
“Magnus you were-“ Alec started, but Magnus interrupted him by putting his hand up.
“And of all people, you went to my father? The only person who could manipulate me and oh- a prince of hell?? I can’t believe you would willingly end our relationship and make a deal with him.” Magnus had started to pace now, throwing up his hands every now and then in annoyance. “You are unbelievable Alexander. I am utterly-“
“You think it was easy for me to do this? You really think I would have ended our relationship in a heartbeat? I was planning a fucking proposal not even a week ago, and then I found out the only way to help you was to leave you. What else was I supposed to do?” Alec retailiated. He turned around, unable to even face him anymore.
Magnus, however, had stopped pacing, and was now staring at Alec in shock.
“A proposal?” he said quietly. Alec’s head shot up and he spun back around, his face white as he realized what he had said.
“I uh, I didn’t mean to...” his voice went quiet and his eyes were wide open. Magnus replayed all of the events that had happened within the last week, and put two and two together.
“That night on the terrace, the beautiful dinner you had planned with all of the roses, the one I ruined when I came in drunk... were you planning on proposing that night?” Magnus said softly, making his way towards Alec. Alec frowned slightly, remembering the plan he had to profess his undying love, and then swoop his new fiancé into his arms after he said yes.
“Yeah, but it wasn’t the right time. You were still recovering and I just wanted to show you that I’ll always love you, no matter what, but it wasn’t right and you kind of proved that. It was stupid, I’m sorry, I know it’s all rushed and I shouldn’t have.” Alec whispered, his eyes staring at the ground. Magnus touched a finger under Alec’s chin to bring his eyes up.
Alec’s eyes opened in shock.
“What? I-“ Magnus placed a finger on Alec’s lips.
“Please, ask me.” he smiled and touched his hands to the side of Alec’s face. Alec’s lips slowly turned upwards.
“Okay, give me one second.” Alec turned and ran into the room they shared, digging through the duffle bag he had brought with him from the Institute. His hand emerged with a small golden box. Alec grinned and then made his way back to Magnus.
“Well, this isn’t exactly how I imagined it would happen, but I guess it’s better than nothing.” Alec grinned. He took one of Magnus’ hands and knelt to the ground. He cleared his throat and began.
“You are my world. Nephilim only love once, and you are the most perfect love I could have ever dreamt up. You are courageous, loving, hilarious, beautiful, and just, I don’t know, amazing. I love you more than I can comprehend, and I know that you’re immortal again, but I want to spend every waking moment of the rest of my mortal life looking into your eyes.” Alec’s eyes began to water, and Magnus knelt to the ground with him, tears already streaming down his face. It was overwhelming. No one had ever wanted to choose him before.
“Magnus Bane, will you marry-“
“YES!” Magnus yelled, lunging forward to capture Alec’s lips in a desperate kiss. Alec half laughed half cried and responded to the kiss, trying to send through as much of his love as he could. They separated as Alec’s shaky fingers pushed the Lightwood family ring onto Magnus’ ring finger. Magnus smiled at it, loving the fact that he was now someone’s fiancé.
“Alexander Lightwood, I’m gonna marry the hell out of you.”
