Malec One Shots

Nightfall

3x18 broke me, so here's my "I'm ignoring reality and focusing on what happens after the wedding" fic:

Alec wakes up in the middle of the night and considers everything that has happened in the past few months. Cue deep conversations between him and Magnus, some much-needed support, and happy husbands. This is post season 3.
I will warn you that there are mentions of mental illness so if that isn't your thing then please don't read!
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The soft sound of rain against the window woke Alec. For a moment, he stared into the darkness of the room, eyes adjusting, breathing in the scent of sandalwood that permeated Magnus' room- their room.

He craned his neck slightly, glancing at the sleeping man beside him. Like this, he looked so young, free of the recent stress and misery. Alec sighed, brushing a stray lock of hair from Magnus' forehead, soft and free from product.

He smiled slightly at the peaceful expression on his husband's face.

Husband.

The wedding was nearly a week ago and yet Alec remained in disbelief that this was his life now.

Here he was, laying in bed with the man of his dreams, in the loft in which they fell in love- ever so graciously returned by Lorenzo when Magnus regained his title as high warlock- happily married, and completely at peace for the first time in his life. Four months ago, this would be absolutely off the table.

Alec couldn't tear his gaze from the other man's features. In recent weeks, Magnus had been doing much better, his magic restored, his position regained. He knew Magnus was happy again. Truly, he did.

But after everything- hidden sorrow, limited communication, near-death experiences, a brief but heart-shattering breakup, and then nearly losing Magnus to Edom for the second time- Alec felt as though he had a right to worry. But he still felt guilty for not being completely, carelessly happy like he should be this soon after his wedding.

Maybe it was just that Alec had never had the chance to feel secure in happiness before Magnus. Perhaps the rocky beginning to their relationship, rapid progression, and complicated and brief engagement had programmed him to worry no matter what. Maybe it was just the middle of the night and he was being overly-emotional.

What he knew for sure was that he loved the man beside him more than he ever though possible, more than he would ever love anyone else ever again.

If nothing else, this was clear as day; a beacon of light in the foggy aftermath of Valentine, Jonathan, and Lilith's destruction.

Alec scooted closer to Magnus. His head already resting on his husband's bare chest, Alec threw his arm over the warlock's torso and kissed his collarbone.

Tomorrow was his last day of work before their honeymoon. He was almost done filing out paperwork for recent events, documenting the details, and completing mission approvals. After that, they'd be on their way to Europe. Magnus was keeping the location a surprise, but Alec had a sneaking suspicion Greece was at least one of their destinations.

He'd wake up in a few hours to breakfast in bed, conjured by the newly-restored powers of his husband who had insisted on waking minutes before him the last week for this purpose alone. Alec appreciated the gesture, knew it was a sign that Magnus was okay. But he still worried. He worried that everything would be taken away.

The honeymoon would help, he knew. Three weeks away from New York, away from the drama of the shadowhunters and the downworlders. Magnus assured him that Izzy- temporary head of the institute, and Cat- interim high warlock, would be able to hold the city together for a bit.