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Magnus was standing alone in the Hall of Accords, looking around as Shadowhunters paired with Downworlders. If someone had told him that this would be happening one day, he probably would have thought the person was crazy. And if someone had told him that he’d secretly be hoping that a special Shadowhunter asked him to be his partner, he definitely would have burst out laughing at the idiocy of the claim. But there he was, his back against a pillar in the Hall of Accords, doing his best to look nonchalant as Shadowhunters around him drew the Alliance Rune on the skin of their Downworlder partner.
Magnus couldn’t help a tinge of jealousy as he peeled the nail polish on one of his fingers, his eyes scanning the crowded room. His heart skipped a few beats before beating wildly as he saw the familiar figure of a young Shadowhunter approaching quickly, a smile on his face. Magnus heard Alec ask something but couldn’t make out the words over the deafening sound of his heart hammering in his chest but he nodded and Alec’s smile widened at the silent answer to the question Magnus never heard. He watched Alec quickly draw a rune on his skin before taking Magnus’ hand. Their eyes met and Magnus smiled as he realized that Alec asked him to be his partner for the upcoming fight.
An affectionate smile spread on Magnus’ lips as Alec started drawing the rune on his hand, a strand of his black hair falling in his eye, his attention focused on the task. Magnus had to fight the urge to brush the hair away, aware that Alec's parents were nearby. Magnus felt a small pressure on his hand as Alec squeezed it when the rune was done. Their eyes met again and Magnus frowned slightly at the mix of emotions he saw pass in Alec’s blue eyes. He felt Alec’s arms around his waist, his trembling hands setting on the small of his back and the young Shadowhunter closed his eyes, pulling Magnus against him before pressing his lips against his own in a tender kiss. For one of the rare times in his long life, Magnus froze, his arms on each side of his body, his eyes opened in surprise as Alec kissed him in front of Shadowhunters and Downworlders. After what seemed like an eternity but could only have been a few seconds, Magnus’ body woke up from its torpor and he kissed Alec back, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the feeling of the warm and soft lips on his, one of his hands resting on Alec’s bicep and the other on his neck. Magnus could hear the whispers around them but he didn’t care, all that mattered right now was that the young Shadowhunter he had confessed his love to a few hours earlier, the one he thought he had lost forever, was there, in his arms, kissing him in the Hall of his ancestors.
Too soon their lips parted. Magnus opened his eyes and locked his gaze into Alec’s blue eyes, a smile spreading on their faces. Alec’s arms were still around his waist, his hands steadier now on his back.
“Alexander,” Magnus whispered, unable to say more, still shocked at what had just happened. He pressed a soft kiss on Alec’s forehead before letting his eyes wander around the room, taking in the expression of everyone around. He found the Lightwoods, first Isabelle with a huge grin on her face and Magnus couldn’t help but return it. His smile faltered for a second as his eyes locked with Robert Lightwood’s, hatred and fury unmistakable even from the distance. Next to him was Maryse, her eyes opened wide, her hand on her mouth, still frozen in place. Magnus saw Robert say something before pulling his wife forcefully toward the exit.
Magnus felt soft lips on his cheek and he returned his attention to Alec, his Alec. He tightened the embrace, pressed their foreheads together and closed his eyes again, knowing that everything would be fine.