Matthew Daddario imagines

WORTH IT

It's not that Alec hated to wake up at night or anything, he is a shadowhunter, after all. if he is sleeping and then woken up, he will be pissed off for the next 24 hours.

"Psst," you whisper in Alec's ear. "Wake up."

Alec, feeling a tingle of air on his earlobes, jumps up from his sleep like he was being attacked. Perks of being trained to kill demons. When he looked around and saw that it was {Y/n), he sighs and tries to go back to bed without saying a word.

This time, since Alec is visibly awake, (Y/n) shakes him violently to force him to get out of the bed.

"What?!" Alec says, clearly annoyed. He loves (Y/n), that is no doubt, but this is getting too far.

"I want to show you something."

Alec rolls his eyes. "If I choose you over sleep, you better feel so fucking special."

(Y/n) laughs and tugs on his arm. Sometimes Alec is as grumpy as the inquisitor.

Alec was taken to (Y/n)'s room on the other side of the institute, where canvases and acrylic paint were scattered on the floor. Clary might be someone who draws, but (Y/n) paints.

On the center of her room is her latest project.

It was Alec, painted beautifully. It looks like a mirror to him, like it is alive.

"I can't get it good enough," (Y/n) frowns slightly. Alec just smiled and kissed her forehead. "Are you kidding me? This is amazing."

"Was it worth it?" (Y/n) asked quietly.

"It was worth it."