◈ Magnus X Alec One Shots ◈ Malec ◈

A Very Malec Proposal

A/N Despite being ill I'm updating this because the Malec date in Shadowhunters was just so sweet, I had to update. I waited a year and I was, for once, satisfied with that show.

Because I'm ill, excuse the writing.

Magnus was shaking, the pressure was getting to him. It wasn't often that Magnus was nervous but today was the day: the day he would propose to Alec.

He clenched his teeth and checked his jacket pocket once again, the box was there and Alec would say yes. Hopefully.

Magnus was relying on hope and he hated it, hated the uncertainty of it all.

Magnus has relied on hope for most of his life but that was what had ruined him.

He had tried to end his life too many times to count. He was hundreds of years old, it wasn't unusual for a warlock to go insane. As for now, Magnus was sane- because of Alec, that was.

Magnus peered out of the window, overcast- great. The sun was setting already and it would dark soon. Magnus could feel the humidity in the air, most likely caused by the bland layer of the clouds hanging in the sky.

Magnus nervously intertwined his thumbs, wrapping them around each other before releasing and only repeating that action on a continuous loop, losing awareness of it all within seconds.

He was waiting for Alec, rather impatiently, to go on a special date night. That was as much as Alec knew, at least. Magnus knew that tonight he would propose and it only made him more aware of his actions again. He stared down at his thumbs, relaxing them, trying to calm his mind but somehow only focusing on the feeling of the solid box rubbing harshly against his side.

Feeling for it once again, Magnus sighed. He wasn't at his best and for Magnus, this had to be perfect. Magnus had envisioned this moment for the last few centuries and yet he still wasn't ready.

The box seemed to push further into his side as Alec timidly shuffled out of the bedroom, staring at his feet. 'Do I look alright?' He asked. Magnus lifted his gaze to Alec's outfit and fell silent. Despite letting Alec decide his outfit himself, he was gorgeous.

'Magnus?' He repeated, his eyes were now mere inches from Magnus'. He shook his head, unsure of how he had managed to zone out to the point where he hadn't noticed Alec approach him.

'Are you alright, you're breaking a sweat. Do you have a fever? Can you get fevers?' Magnus laughed nervously as Alec gently placed his palm on his forehead. 'You seem fine.' He shrugged. Magnus still hadn't said a word, his tongue locked in a tight vice that wouldn't loosen.

'I'm fine.' He managed, his voice raspy and unsure. Alec looked pitifully at him, making no further comment but 'Magnus, you can tell me anything. You know that.'

'Let's go.' Magnus jumped up, surprising Alec and hurried to the door. Alec furrowed his brows and followed Magnus to the door. Alec said no more, though, and sighed, walking to the door.

Magnus didn't hide from him, he was blunt in even some of the worst situations, so he must have had a good reason. Alec couldn't help but see the twitch of his fingers and the spark in his eyes when Alec spoke to him as he was shocked. Alec, if he had to guess, would say that Magnus was nervous- but Magnus was never nervous.

Nonetheless, with the thoughts continuously spinning around his head, he followed Magnus out of the door and into the empty streets. The night was dark, illuminated gently by the street lamps lined on both sides of the street.

Magnus and Alec stepped out together, hand in hand, both nervous; Alec anxious of the attention they received when outside and Magnus of that single box jabbing him like a knife.

Magnus hadn't planned much, trying not to overcomplicate the evening. He planned a stroll in the park and then a nice meal at a restaurant. Despite wanting to propose in the park after the dinner, reservations were reservation and he didn't want to propose at midnight.

So, they made their way to the park. First taking the subway before walking slowly towards Central Park. Magnus was still shaking to which he blamed it on the cold air. He could feel the knife digging in deep, scratching at the skin.

They found themselves alone when the clock struck eight and it seemed many people had left the park for their own respective plans. Magnus was glad to be alone because despite being flamboyant and outgoing, he wanted this to be just between Alec and him.

They sat on a rotten park bench, finding nowhere else comfortable to sit in the surrounding area and Magnus couldn't help but feel that this night was going terribly wrong.

Alec, on the other hand, was smiling widely. Everything was perfect. They were alone, they were happy and it was peaceful. Alec had such a busy life that he could barely make time for moments like these and when they came around, he made the most of them.

Magnus gulped. He wasn't ready. He wasn't ready. Definitely not ready. Ready. Magnus stood abruptly, turning to Alec. This wasn't romantic. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. It was perfect.

He knelt down, giving time for Alec to take in what was happening. Immediately, Alec's smile widened and his eyes lit up like the stars. Magnus, seeing the expression, regained his posture and his hands stopped shaking. He smiled back and reached for the box in his blazer.

'Alec, we've known each other a while now, and...everything that has happened to us has happened along a bumpy ride and I know now may not be the best timing...but when have we ever followed the norm,' their eyes met and their smiles could only seem to reflect pure and untampered love, 'I want you to know that I love you and despite being centuries old, I choose you. I choose you for the rest of my immortal life. Alec, will you marry me?'

Alec said nothing. He smiled wider and grabbed Magnus' collar pulling him up until their lips were pressed harshly against each other. The kiss could only match their smiles, everything was perfect despite the timing being wrong, despite it being about to rain, despite the fact that Magnus couldn't stop shaking.

Alec pulled away, 'yes,' he muttered, smiling even more broadly if that was even possible at this point. 'Yes, yes, yes.'

They were dysfunctional, they had always been that way yet that made them what they were. The most in love couple in the whole of New York... or even maybe the world.

word count: 1110

published: 07.02.17