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They say that one of the biggest tests in a relationship - after the obvious ones of moving in together and the point at which you start sharing finances - is planning a wedding. For something that’s meant to be a once-in-a-lifetime event, what people are and aren’t willing to agree or compromise on are often enough to put an end to things before they even properly begin.
For others, it simply serves as further proof that this is the person they’re meant to be with; especially when what both of them want falls into some sort of perfect cosmic alignment.
Alec prays that he and Magnus will fall into the second category. He knows their relatively short time together before the proposal could work for them as easily as against them, but he’s willing to take the chance for the potential payoff. That payoff being a forever with Magnus Bane.
Thankfully, Alec’s hopes and prayers over the sort of pre-wedding couple he and Magnus would be are correct… eventually.
One day, near the start of the planning, Magnus takes out two sheets of paper with questions printed on them, handing ont to Alec and keeping one for himself.
“What’s this?” Alec asks, glancing curiously from it back up to Magnus.
“ This ,” Magnus begins. “Is a preference questionnaire on a number of basic wedding decisions. Small or large, color scheme preferences, theme preferences, location, reception options, food to be served, cake flavor-”
“-the only important question.” Alec chimes in. “Alright, but why not just talk about all of this?”
“Because if you talk about it, one of us is going to go first, and the other is going to feel pressured to agree with them once they know what they want. This is a way to ensure we both get to put ideas out there and exchange them at the same time to get an honest look at what the other thinks, and have a better idea where a middle ground might be.” He says this all very matter-of-factly, though he can tell by the look on Alec’s face that his fiance thinks at least slightly insane for it.
“Alright,” Alec finally agrees, going over to his bag to grab two pens, handing one to Magnus before taking his own and retreating to the opposite side of the living room.
Magnus is only halfway done with his questions when Alec folds his paper in half and leans back in his chair, closing his eyes to wait.
“...how are you done already?” Magnus demands.
“I guess I just know what I want,” is the cryptic reply he gets in return, Alec not even bothering to open his eyes while answering.
Magnus rushes through the rest, now even more curious to see what Alec’s thoughts are.
“Okay, done!” Magnus announces, causing Alec’s eyes to flutter open slowly. Crossing the room quickly he hands his paper over to Alec. “Time to trade.”
Alec takes Magnus’ sheet eagerly, handing his own over in turn. When Magnus unfolds it and reads the words on the page he’s filled with a mild annoyance.
Most of the answers, short of cake flavor (anything but carrot) and color scheme (blue and gold, which hardly counts as they already talked about that one) simply read:
‘Whatever Magnus wants’
“You didn’t take this seriously at all,” Magnus accuses, unable to keep the bit of edge from his voice.
“I did too,” Alec defends. “The only thing I want from this wedding is you. We could get married right here, right now, in sweatpants and with unruly bedhead, and I would be just as happy as if we were in a beautifully decorated cathedral full of hundreds of people.” Alec pauses, and Magnus can tell he’s having difficulty putting what he’s trying to explain into words. “I spent my entire life convinced I would never reach a point where something like this - something as simple as marrying a man I love - would be possible for me. That’s all I need. And if you have an actual preference that’ll make you happy, then it’s going to make me happy.”
Alec watches Magnus search his expression carefully before sighing. “You’re infuriating, you know that?”
Alec grins. “Listen, as long as you didn’t put that you want carrot cake on this sheet, we’re going to be alright.” Alec reads through the answers to all of the questions carefully, a soft smile growing on his face as he does.
“You want a small wedding? I’m actually kinda surprised.” Alec prompts, inviting an explanation that Magnus begins after a moment of hesitation.
“I always have. I know I’m not one to shy away from attention normally, but something like this? I always felt like weddings should be more intimate. Loved ones only, not a chance to show off how many acquaintances you can get to give you a new toaster.” Magnus pauses, and Alec allows the silence to sit long enough for him to decide if he wants to continue with whatever thought he stopped on. When Magnus does it’s with a heavier tone. “When I was with Camille, she had all these plans that she’d talk about. Her dream wedding, something big, something flashy, and ridiculously expensive. Hundreds of roses, a Versace gown, a black and white theme and red theme. She had it all planned out to the last detail and made it very clear that I would have no say in the matter when the time came, even though I hated almost everything about what she described.” He frowns. “I just… I don’t want to be Camille. I don’t want to have every detail be what I want without you having a say.”
Alec puts Magnus’ sheet down and stands up from the chair he’s on, crossing the short distance between them to take Magnus’ hands in his own. “Magnus, you’re nothing like her, and you never could be, not even if you tried. I promise you, if I have an opinion on something I’ll tell you. If I don’t like something you want, I’ll tell you. I know I have just as much of a say in this as you do, if I want it.”
There’s a strange look on Magnus’ face at that, the conflict evident between wanting to plan everything exactly the way he wants it and still not believing that Alec isn’t just saying all that to make him happy.
“You promise? You swear on your life that if there’s anything I suggest you don’t like, you’ll tell me?” Magnus insists.
“I swear on my life,” Alec promises, and the tension in Magnus’ expression eases.
“Alright.” Magnus agrees. “Thank you, Alexander. That means a lot to me.”
The planning falls together perfectly from then on out. They set a date for early October, deciding on a small mountain resort which is mostly unused in the off-season of fall. Guests who don’t want to make the trek back after the ceremony can rent cabins to stay in overnight following the reception. And the view-- the view is amazing. Alec has his first serious opinion of the planning process and it’s that he couldn’t imagine a more perfect venue. There’s a space to set up chairs and whatever sort of stage area they desire, and the backdrop of the mountains in the distance are breathtaking the first time he lays eyes on them.
But for all the grandeur of the backdrop, it has the potential for everything Magnus ever described to Alec as his ideal wedding - remote, intimate, minimalist. It isn’t about the surroundings, after all. It’s about the people involved. It’s about the two of them, and the friends and family they want to share one of the most important moments of their lives with. And if the scenery just happens to be a beautiful photo op, well, they certainly aren’t about to complain.
Alec’s parents, however, are not as immediately sold on the idea. With the promise to pay for anything the happy couple might want they’re more than eager to talk them into a cathedral in the city, one of the biggest ones with impressive stained glass and gorgeous altars. Or a private hall they could rent out, something large and showy, just because they can. Why they would choose something so simple when they could have, almost literally, anything , is difficult for the Lightwoods to grasp. It takes more convincing than Alec is proud of for them to finally come around to the idea that none of that is what Magnus and Alec actually want.
Rather, mostly what Magnus wants, since there are a lot of things Alec is extremely willing to give Magnus full control over - themes and flowers and pretty much anything involving the word ‘arrangement’, for a start. Not that Magnus doesn’t run everything by him anyway; in fact, half the arguments they do end up getting into are over the fact that Magnus still feels guilty essentially creating the wedding of his dreams unchecked.
So when Magnus insists he start chiming in with actual opinions instead of just an “I trust your judgement” every time Magnus brings up a decision they need to make, Alec starts catering all of his answers to whatever he knows will best fit the vision Magnus once described to him the day they talked about those question sheets. If Magnus is suspicious that almost all of Alec’s opinions line up almost perfectly with this own then he doesn’t say anything.
Because if he’s being honest? All that matters is that he has Magnus, and the rest just seems to fall into place these days.
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Magnus is pleased to note that, contrary to some initial concerns he may have had, despite his lack of preferences one way or another Alec still puts just as much work into the actual planning as he does when it comes to the legwork; things placing orders and picking up supplies here and there along the way, booking accommodations for friends as they RSVP and adjusting the food and drink accordingly. Magnus might be making most of the surface calls, but Alec is eager and willing to do as much of the actual work as he can. There’s hardly any stress between them over the weeks, and months, of planning: they agree on everything every step of the way.
Everything, that is, until one very important detail comes about at the end of July.
“We should get matching suits,” Magnus says one day. “I’ve already found a local tailor Raphael recommended who does impeccable work, and-”
“Actually,” Alec starts slowly, and Magnus can’t stop the unfiltered surprise from showing on his face over the fact that Alec actually has an opinion on something like this - let alone one that sounds like it’s about to disagree with Magnus’ plan. “I was thinking that we should each pick our own.”
“Well, yeah. Of course you can pick your own style while we’re there--” Magnus starts to agree, but Alec is already shaking his head again and Magnus falls silent, brows furrowed in confusion.
“No. I mean entirely on our own. I want to be 100% surprised when I see you for the first time that day, and vice versa. No matching up beforehand, or getting them done together. Not even a glimpse of the other’s before we meet to walk down that aisle.”
Magnus frowns. He wants to be the sort of person who can just nod and go, ‘Sure! It’s the first thing you’ve really wanted so far, of course we can do that part your way’, but when it comes to this? He’s… reluctant, to say the least. And he knows that it shows by the way Alec looks more worried he said something wrong the longer Magnus’ prolonged silence stretches out.
“Listen,” Magnus starts in a cautious, gentle tone. “I can appreciate the sentiment behind the idea, but… I mean, not that you wouldn’t look stunning in anything you picked, but I just don’t want a million photos on my wedding day of me clashing with my husband.”
It’s a fair concern, Alec has to realize. After all, without any comparison beforehand or limitations, what’s to stop one of them from ending up in a magenta three piece suit while the other dons a forest green tux? Not that either of them would , it’s the worst-case scenario that Magnus is picturing at the idea of going into this particular aspect entirely blind.
“Alright then, we make ground rules. Black base, and only the blue and gold from the theme allowed as accents. No way to clash then, is there? And it keeps the surprise factor, for the most part.” When Magnus doesn’t look entirely convinced Alec adds, “And I’ll make sure Izzy gives me the okay before I buy it.”
At that, Magnus laughs. Any tension previously there over trying to politely turn down Alec’s only request so far is gone, replaced instead by an only slightly skeptical air of intrigue. It’s a bit of a whiplash effect, having such an important detail entirely out of his control - especially after having nearly full planning privileges of everything up to this point - but in the end Magnus gives a resolute nod.
“Alright. A total surprise to the two of us, but Isabelle gets to give mine the okay as well, and approve the two of them as a set before we’re finished. She’s done wonders with some detailing ideas so far, I trust her explicitly to make sure we aren’t both wildly off base with whatever we pick out.”
“Deal,” Alec eagerly agrees, already grinning from ear-to-ear. And that look is all Magnus needs to know he made the right call. That smile is the only thing he ever wants to see on his fiance’s face for the rest of their lives.
Alec is still grinning when he adds, laughing a bit. “That sort of compliment is going to go directly to her head, though, so best to keep that between the two of us. Otherwise neither of us will get to make a single decision for the next two months.”
---
Those next two months pass by impossibly fast for Magnus, who finds himself nervously pacing the room reserved for him to get ready in while Catarina fusses with a piece of his hair and Ragnor stands idly by as ‘emotional’ support, every once and a while reminding him that he doesn’t want worry crinkles in his eye makeup so he should probably just take a deep breath and sit down.
“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” he says, taking one more look in the full length mirror on the closet door. The navy blue tux he picked out looks, if he may say so himself, stunning on him, fitted to perfection and coupled with a black undershirt he leaves the top two buttons undone on, forgoing a tie after much debate. “I know I haven’t seen the finished product since Isabelle put the final touches on everything, but I just know it’s going to be perfect.”
“Of course it is,” Cat reassures him. “Because it’s you and Alec, and that’s what makes this day perfect. Everything could go wrong but I don’t think it’d faze either of you in the slightest once you’re up there with each other.” She smiles, ducking her head a bit to try and hide the fact that she’s wiping away a stray tear.
Ragnor huffs out a laugh. “Please, Catarina. If you’re this bad with those two I can only imagine how insufferably sentimental you’d be on your own wedding day. I’m positive you wouldn’t even manage the words ‘I do’ through the weeping.”
Cat turns her attention away from Magnus just long enough to roll her eyes at Ragnor. “That would imply you’re ever going to actually propose, so I don’t think either of us have much to worry about there.” Though her tone is pointed it lacks any actual anger as she speaks.
Magnus shoots Ragnor a knowing smirk from behind Cat’s back. Just a week or so ago Ragnor - the same person who insisted his entire life that he never wants to get married and that marriage is just a scam to convince people their love is somehow less valid if it isn’t documented - confided in Magnus that he thinks he might’ve held bitter resentment against the institution without just cause. And that, in fact, he’s humoring the idea of proposing to Cat sometime soon.
Ragnor, in turn, meets Magnus’ smirk with a warning glare as Catarina turns back around to face the groom.
“Well, one of us in this room does have to worry about weeping through their ‘I Do’s, and that someone is very concerned about the actual waterproof-ness of this eyeliner.” Magnus admits, and the three of them share a bit of too-loud laughter that’s equal part excitement and nerves.
---
It’s that same laughter which reaches Alexander just one room over. Alec is also getting dressed and making any final, last-minute adjustments before they’d be ushered out one by one to the staging area, which sounds much more formal and ceremonial than it really is.
After all, the guest total is a little under 20 people. Which is good, because Alec isn’t sure he’ll be able to get through his vows in one piece in front of the few people he trusts, let alone a room full of vague acquaintances. He’s secretly relieved that Magnus wanted something small - at least this way he’ll only have a handful of people to be mortified in front of if he messes something up.
It’s like his mother can read his mind because she chooses that very moment to say, “Alec, relax. It’s going to be fine.” Maryse takes a moment to adjust Alec’s black bow-tie at the top of his white dress shirt, which stands out in stark contrast to the gold and black suit jacket he picked out on his very first trip to the tailor with Isabelle. He was drawn to it almost instantly, and though he’s a little concerned over how flashy and out of his usual comfort zone it is, the moment he put it on he knew it was the one.
He only hopes Magnus feels the same when he sees it.
“Do you hear them laughing in there? How can he be so calm?! Why am I the only nervous one here!?” Alec asks, pacing after stopping just long enough for his tie to be fixed before starting up again.
“You’re not. I’m sure he’s a little anxious, too. It’s only natural. But you have nothing to worry about - I listened to you go over your vows a dozen times and you made me cry each and every one. He’s going to love them. In fact, you could say anything up there and he’d love it, because he loves you . Not some speech you put on a card.” She speaks with the calm reassurance only a mother can possess in a moment like this, even though her eyes shine with the hint of tears she blinks away just as quickly as they surface.
Alec nods. “Thanks. You’re right. I know you’re right. This is just… I still can’t believe this is something I get to have, you know? Part of me is still afraid it’s all just a dream and I’ll wake up at any moment and be right back where I started.”
Maryse smiles, but there's a hint of sadness to it. “I’m sorry you ever thought you couldn’t have this happiness. But you can, and you do , and it isn’t going anywhere.”
She looks like she’s about to say something else when there’s a knock on the door and Isabelle’s voice tells them from the other side that it’s time to start.
“Ready?” Maryse asks, holding her arm out to Alec who takes it, linking it around his own.
“Yeah,” Alec says with a small nod. “I am.”
They head out to an area behind where the guests are seated. From here he can see three rows of chairs with a space between them, decorated with delicate white fabric with gold and blue accents. The fabric is cleverly used to section off the aisle leading to the front where a wooden arch is adorned with more white and gold flowers. The mountains and valley that can be seen beyond the front of the ceremony area is gorgeous - without a cloud in the sky it’s the most perfect weather he could’ve hoped for. Maryse gives him a hug and whispers, “I’m so proud of you, Alec.” before placing a kiss on his cheek and going to take her seat, leaving him waiting alone on one side of am opaque divider.
From the other side of the divider Alec sees Catarina and Ragnor emerge, following Maryse towards the seats in the front but where Maryse turns left, Cat and Ragnor turn right to sit on the opposite side of the aisle. Alec’s heart feels like it leaps directly into his throat- he knows that Magnus is waiting just on the other side of the divider, just out of sight . He’s almost convinced he can hear him breathing as they both wait for the cue to step forward.
When they discussed who would walk down the aisle first for hours one night without coming to an agreement, it was Magnus who finally suggested they walk together. ‘Why not?’ Magnus had asked. ‘It can be symbolic. Why not start the rest of our lives together… together? It isn’t like we need anyone to give us away. All we need is each other.’ And it felt so undeniably right that both of them were surprised they hadn’t considered it sooner.
Alec jolts from the memory at the sudden sound of music. One of Magnus’ friends, Jem, plays a violin cover of “A Thousand Years” that already has tears stinging Alec’s eyes and he realizes just how doomed he is, unable to make it through the first few seconds of the ceremony without feeling entirely overwhelmed with emotion.
The cue in the music hits and Alec steps out from his side of the divider at the same moment Magnus does. All eyes are on them as the guests stand and turn to watch but Alec wouldn’t notice if there wasn’t a single other person in attendance - all he can see is Magnus, and for a moment he forgets how to breathe.
In fact, he forgets to do anything , and with a small smile Magnus has to extend an arm and give Alec a tug forward to get him moving again from where he stands rooted in place, taking in the image of the man he loves, the picture of perfection in a blue and black suit with blue streaks in his hair to match.
The music continues to play, and Magnus links his arm around Alec’s before whispering into his ear, “Plan on joining me up there, or do you just want to watch from back here?”
Alec remembers himself, and where he is, and what he’s about to do. “Right. Of course, it’s just… you’re just…” Alec trails off, smiling as he shakes his head.
“Save it for the vows, Shakespeare,” Magnus says, taking the first step forward. “But you look beautiful, too.”
Alec quickly falls into step beside him, finally tearing his eyes off of Magnus just long enough to survey the guests. The first person to catch his eye is Raphael, who waits for them both at the front. As neither of them are particularly religious, both were relieved to realize Magnus had a friend who happened to be ordained to officiate weddings, sparing them the unfortunate alternative of bringing a total stranger into such a key role.
Scanning the rest of the guests, Isablle, Max, Robert, and Maryse are all sat together near the front. Ragnor and Catarina are there as well, with Simon, Jace, Maia, and Rosa. Alec also extended invitations to Underhill and Lydia while Magnus has a few new friends he’s grown close with at the museum rounding out the group, including a girl named Clary who is slowly but surely growing on Alec.
It’s a small, intimate group.
And it’s perfect.
“Good afternoon. We’re pleased to have you all here to share in this very special union between Magnus Bane and Alexander Lightwood.” Raphael begins, but after that Alec barely hears a word that’s said of the official ceremony. His attention is difficult to pull from the thoughts of an unwavering love, of a family, of sharing every milestone and supporting one another through every failure. He looks into Magnus’ eyes and sees a future with such startling clarity it’s almost overwhelming.
He can feel his pulse begin to race when Raphael announces it’s his turn to start the vows they wrote for one another.
Suddenly everything Alec rehearsed for hours is gone, his mind blank. He panics for a moment, but all it takes is a small nod of reassurance from Magnus to know that he doesn’t need some rehearsed script; not here in this moment when he feels like he could let his love for Magnus flow out of him for years on end and still never run out of things to say.
“Magnus,” Alec starts, voice quiet at first as if he doesn’t care if anyone else can hear him. And part of him doesn’t. There’s only one person in front of him who matters in this moment, and it’s Magnus. “I never dreamed of meeting someone like you. Someone who would accept me for all of my flaws and insecurities… someone who would come into my life while I was still hiding who I was and be willing to wait, to take things at my pace while I found my footing. You never once rushed me - not that you had much of a chance to, because the moment I fell for you I fell hard and fast.
“You gave me a space where I felt comfortable enough to be my true self for the first time in my entire life, and there aren’t enough words to express how much that meant - and still means - to me. I found a home in you... I never knew that you could feel the same sort of comfort and security in a person as you could in a place, until you came along and gave all of that to me without ever even trying. That’s just the sort of person you are, not just to me but to everyone lucky enough to have you in their life. I just happened to be the luckiest.”
Alec laughs a little there, but seeing the shine of tears in Magnus’ eyes is enough to force him to clear his throat twice before he stops being choked up too much to continue speaking.
“I owe you so much more than I could ever repay, but I think I’ll be able to make a decent dent now that I have the rest of our lives together to try. I vow to stay by your side, day and night, through the good times and the bad... not that any time can be truly bad so long as we have each other. I never imagined I’d love anyone as much as I love you. You light up every room you walk into and nothing makes me happier than the knowledge that I get to live with that light, with that joy, that undeniable spark, every day for the rest of my life.
"I told you once that maybe I was helping fate along, but the truth is I don’t think I had to. I think this was always meant to be. We were always meant to be. Because nothing in my life has ever felt as natural as loving you.”
---
From the moment Magnus steps past the divider, he knows the eyeliner is a lost cause. One look at Alec in his striking black and gold jacket (which, Magnus notes, brings out every golden fleck in his hazel eyes as the sun hits him) and he’s a goner, a grin spreading across his face that he couldn’t get rid of if he tried.
Not that he wants to. It’s his wedding day, after all, and what good is that if it isn’t the cliche’ happiest day of his life? He gets why Alec wanted to keep their outfits a secret from one another now. He admittedly had his doubts at first but as his eyes widen in surprise and he’s caught entirely off-guard by the vision in front of him it adds so much more to the moment than he ever could’ve imagined.
Alec never ceases to amaze him.
Magnus recovers from their mutual shock first, taking a step and urging Alec to follow after linking their arms and giving him a gentle tug forward. Alec stutters through what is almost positively meant to be a compliment, which makes Magnus smile even wider, unable to avoid the light jab at how tongue-tied his fiance is before they both fall silent and make their way down the (thankfully) short aisle to the front archway.
The view is sensational, but Magnus hardly notices. All he can see is Alec who looks so caught up in the moment that he nearly misses his cues once or twice. It’s endearing, as everything about Alec tends to be in Magnus’ eyes. Well, endearing and a bit blurry as the tears start to fall despite his best efforts to restrain them during Alec’s vows. If it’s possible to love Alexander any more than he already does, it happens now. It may be a bit rambly but it’s honest, and heartfelt, and enough to make Magnus question what he did in his life to deserve someone so remarkable.
Once Alec is finished Magnus wipes at his eyes, giving in to a quick sniffle, certain he sees Ragnor snapping a few quick photos on his phone of him just then, probably for blackmail later.
“...I’m supposed to follow that?” Magnus says, the words coming out in a breath of disbelief. Most of their friends laugh, which is a relief because he needs the extra few seconds to regain his own composure enough to formulate a single coherent thought, let alone recite his vows.
The laughter fades and silence fills the air again and all eyes are on him.
“I’m not sure how many of you know this,” Magnus starts properly, turning his attention away from Alec and towards their family and friends for a moment. “But Alexander actually turned me down the first time we met in person. We spoke online only a few times before then and didn’t have the slightest clue we lived in the same half of the country, let alone the same city. I was outside a coffee shop and he bumped into me and spilled my drink on my shirt, and when I told him he could repay me buy buying me a drink he very politely shot me down. I can safely say this may be the only time I’ve ever been happy about being rejected, because I don’t think we were ever supposed to fall for each other over drinks and dances.
"When we fell in love, it was through words. Without knowing what you looked like, or sounded like, or where you lived or what you did for a living, I got to know you, one message at a time. No outside influences, no distractions. It didn’t take me very long to realize you were more than just a way to pass the time and that I looked forward to talking to you more and more each day. That never stopped, not after we met, not even now. Not a day passes that I don’t look forward to every second of my future I get to spend with you.
"From day one you let me in. It was easier when you didn’t really know me and we were just names on a computer screen. But even after we met, whether it was something as simple as reaching out and taking my hand in that coffee shop or calling me when you needed help, you made it clear that I was someone worth taking a risk with. I’ve never been anyone’s priority before and you made me feel seen and wanted in ways I didn’t realize I deserve to feel... and I vow to always be here for you to reach out to, a hand to hold in every victory and through each defeat, for as long as you’ll keep me by your side. I promise you’ll never have to fight another battle alone for as long as I live.
"I never was a big believer in fate, or destiny, or anything like that; but I am a big believer in us , and the love we share holds more weight to me than any cosmic influence. I love you, Alexander Gideon Lightwood, and it’s an honor to get to love you for the rest of our lives.”
“I love you too,” Alec says, unable to stop himself. And then through a half-sob, half laugh, adds, “God, can we get to the part where we kiss already?”
Magnus can’t help but laugh as well, eternally grateful that this is the man he gets to marry. After so many years doubting that he was the sort of person meant for a ‘forever’ sort of love, he found Alec, his disaster of a fiance who can’t even make it through the wedding ceremony without making him laugh. “I think we’re there, darling.”
On cue, Raphael holds out a box with two rings inside. Magnus takes one first.
“With this ring, I thee wed.” He slides it easily onto Alec’s finger, though he notes that both of their hands are shaking slightly and hopes that Ragnor can’t see it from his seat or else he’ll never hear the end of it.
Alec takes out the second ring.
“With this ring, I thee wed.” It’s strange to see himself without a single piece of jewelry adorning his unusually bare hands, but as Alec slides the wedding band on his finger the weight of it is instantly comforting, like a missing piece finally falling into place.
“I now pronounce you husbands. Mr. and Mr. Lightwood-Bane, you may now kiss-” But Raphael doesn’t have a chance to finish before Alec is surging forward, reaching out to grab Magnus by the lapels of his jacket and pull him in to close the distance between them.
Their first kiss as husbands is through smiles so wide they can barely keep their lips together, dissolving into small, satisfied bubbles of laughter at the end before turning and facing their family and friends. For such a small group of people, they sure can make a lot of noise, Magnus notes. Applause and cheers fill the air and almost seem to echo in the open space around them.
But even as they move to face forward, his head turns to look over at Alec again. He wants to pay more attention to the love and support being shown, really he does; Magnus is vaguely aware of confetti being thrown and a cat-call or two he dimly acknowledges as Jace and Simon, but it all comes second to the command his husband has over all of his focus just then.
His husband.
Magnus can’t bring himself to look away from Alec just yet, and as their gazes meet it’s clear that Alec feels the same. They lean in for another kiss, slower this time, with watery eyes shining with pride and love and the promise of forever.
