Soli Deo gloria.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Infernal Devices. Ladies and gentlemen, I present the last chapter of The Warrior Bride for your reading pleasure, *waves a hand towards it*

Henry, poor dear Henry, was torn away from the mother and child to set up a Portal for them to go through. He had a particularly hard time of it, making one without the use of Magnus's magic, until the warlock popped through a shiny black hole and holding out his hands, smiled delicately and said, "And can I be of any service?"

"So genteel, Magnus," Will said, as Magnus finished his work and stood back. "Sounds like the warlock is showing a little pity."

"Repaying a little debt for room and board is all I'm doing, Shadowhunter," Magnus said, giving Will a cold smile as he gestured with his hands to the guests to head on in. Inside the Portal showed not the cold, dark meeting room of the Institute but a shining light on a tan and brown place that Will quickly realized to be the outside of the cathedral.

Magnus shot him a look. "It's a wedding after all, it seems. Come on. I saw the glass get repaired with my own eyes. Don't know how, seeing as my magic could have fixed it easily if it hadn't been on holy property, and I wasn't using it, but, well, there you go, now. You Shadowhunters can do more things than kill demons after all."

"A race of many talents are we, while you only have the talent of being exemplaryingly annoyed." Will sounded almost cheerful above it all.

Magnus bowed. "I'll take that as a compliment and not as a well meaning insult, Shadowhunter."

"What small favors you offer us," Will said. He had Tessa on his arm as he walked through the Portal, and he swore that Magnus winked at him as he disappeared into the City of Glass, the white spires of pure clearness filling the noon sky instead of the grey sky of London with the bare boards of workhouses, full of splinters and hanging off nails. The air was good and clean, filling his lungs after such a hard battle, and Tessa turned to him and said abruptly, "Are there any runes that can clean off a good dress shirt?"

Will looked at his front for a second, for her words practically demanded that he take a good look at himself. "Not that I know of. You should know, though, if there were any. After all, who else just decides to read the Codex—"

Tessa smacked his shoulder and smiled. "I did that to get acquainted with the world surrounding me, not to make sure that I could help wash out blood and ichor stains."

Will nodded and cocked his head. "I believe Lucy has a special tonic for getting the stains out."

"That's relieving. But can she apply it quickly with the clothes still on the person who's wearing them in a sanctuary?" This was what Tessa had to know, and Will shook his head, saying, "It usually takes a few hours and a good soak, or so Lucy complains."

"Will Sophie and Gideon mind if we all look dreadful, then?" Tessa said teasingly.

Will's eyebrows furrowed. "Not me. I always look fantastic, never dreadful, and never shall that word be applied to me as a suitable adjective describing my person."

Tessa grinned at him. "Of course. Whatever you say, Will."

With that, the whole company rushed to the cathedral, leaving Magnus to go back to his flower picking-apart, a hobby he found to be quite boring but satisfying to his soul.

The Silent Brothers were all finishing with the relighting of the several hundred candles, which were reassembled in their little ranks along the back of the sanctuary. The pews were being put back into their spots, their pieces put back together. Will heard from one of the bitter old Shadowhunters that they had been carried out and repaired by Magnus's magic.

"A piece of warlock magic being used to fix sacred Shadowhunter pieces of several years apiece in age," the old man said bitterly, but Will only smirked. After all, the furniture now looked as it had when they had come into the sanctuary only that morning. And, if no one wanted to talk about it anymore, he could practically guarantee that none of the future generations would remember it. Only if they kept such a secret from the Clave. Will knew that Charlotte would quietly turn a blind eye to the now fixed problem.

Will could see that one of the Silent Brothers turning from the candles was Jem. His hood was pulled back a little to show his black and silver hair. Will caught his eyes, and there was a silent exchange between them. A thank you, a hello, a smirk, a look that was filled with emotions that talked of all the good times they had had and what that chase had brought back for them, a see you later, when I can. A slight nod, and then their eye contact broke.

Everyone assembled once more; it was as if they hadn't been interrupted at all, excepting the disgusting array of filth that hadn't been able to be fully dabbed away by Aunt Callida's thin-lipped cleanliness. The haunting voices once more filled the air; the Silent Brother finished applying the rest of the runes, the deliciously twisted black lines against the pale skin of the Shadowhunter pair, and the hands of Gideon and Sophie were joined, and their smiles could not be matched. Because despite the disruption in their wedding, they were having only eyes for each other.

Will was the one who applauded first and the hardest when Gideon clutched his wife close and kissed her soundly in front of the entire sanctuary once the Silent Brothers stood back, allowing the married pair to give in to their kissing. He wholly approved, and when he met eyes with Tessa across the stage, he knew she felt the same.

The rest of the day went surprisingly well. Rice was thrown joyfully at the couple as they disappeared through the Portal to the Institute. Will and Tessa and Cecily were the fastest and hardest throwers of the rice, Will being the most enthusiastic of them all. Gabriel threw him a look that Cecily quickly wiped off, making him somehow join in the procession.

They returned to the Institute, where the real fun began. Luckily, the demons were not able to do much business here, as they were quickly disposed of and vanished, for they didn't last long on holy ground. Will commended the old man who decided it was a good idea to build the Institute here.

Dirty clothes were exchanged for party clothes, and the couple went down in pairs to the meeting room where the Christmas party had been held that previous year and years past. The entire place was cleaned and decorated for the occasion. Flowers that had been used in decorating the church set up everywhere. Beautiful plants and everything in gold and bright yellow with silver tones. Ribbons and chandeliers hung in the air, their candles lighting up the entire place. Tables set with elegant black cloths and flower centerpieces covered the place, all the silver polished to perfection. Hard wooden chairs with favors and lanterns hung on the ceiling. Petals covered the ballroom floor, and the band of Shadowhunters at the violins and cello and piano were playing a lovely and fast tune.

The tables were covered with remnants of dinner, and Tessa and Will were watching the festivities from the punch bowl, which was a shining piece of blown glassware.

"Rambunctious, isn't she?" Will remarked casually as he ladled himself another cup of punch and pointed out Cecily, a mischievous smile on her face, who was dragging Gabriel by the tie over to the dance.

"A bit, I suppose," Tessa said. She was now wearing a light cream colored dress, which was not only slimming but very simple and sweet, perfect for dancing. She had glittering glass beads on a ribbon on her head. She was a dream to Will, who was wearing gloves, his top hat unsinged atop his head. He now took one look at her and then gulping back the rest of his punch, turned to Tessa and said, "Might I have the lovely hand of Miss Gray to take this dance with?"

Tessa turned to him with a shocked expression on her face, her gloved hand poised over her chest in a surprised gesture.

"Me, good sir?" she said, sounding almost mocking.

"No, the maid," Will said.

"I believe Lucy is quite busy at the moment," Tessa said.

"Well, I'll have to settle for you, then," Will said, and this made Tessa catch her breath as Will caught her hand and swept her into the lineup.

They danced together in the crowd, the couple switching off partners every few turns—but their eyes never left each other. Tessa would curtsy and Will would chivalrously bow, and both of their eyes twinkled, Will's with a fine mischievous charm. The music was fine, loudly sending them all into beautiful rapture, twisting and turning elegantly as their hands caught each other, at the shoulder and waist as they should be, and the music came to a stop. Tessa looked up at Will, who had lost his smile and he immediately twirled her so that she was on his other side. Delicately taking her gloved hand in his, he whispered next to her ear, sending the hairs on her neck up in surprise, "And may I have the next dance?"

And, of course, Will knew the answer to that.

The time came in the evening when the cake was to be served. It was a large cake, dark black with golden accents; gold roses adorned it, borders beautifully piped with sweeps and drapes along the sides. It was a masterpiece, and Bridget was the one to deliver it at exactly nine o'clock that night.

A bell sounded, and the guests came from the ball floor and the sidelines to their tables to watch expectantly the married couple at their special long table that swept past the length of the entire room, holding practically each permanent Institute resident at its stead. Gideon sat in the middle, Sophie by his side. He now stood up and held a glass in his hand, tapping its side with his spoon.

All eyes fell onto him automatically. Will turned half his body and looked on with amusement and a mind to be entertained by what Gideon was going to say.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, Shadowhunters who have all gathered for the event of the joining of my and my wife's hands in marriage. It's been a pleasure living with most of you this past week"—Will gave a loud cough at that—"and I would like to extend a thank you from both myself and my bride, Sophie. It's been an adventure, obviously, with the demons and further obstacles and events that have passed along this week, and I thank you for your patience in our dealing with it."

Gabriel could only groan and hide his face in his hands as Will abruptly stood up, grinning broadly like a mad hatter. Tessa was just barely able to capture his coattails in her hands and twist him back down, but her efforts were for naught, for he was now taking over the speaking portion of the evening.

"Thank you, Gideon, for that riveting speech. Best thing I ever heard; must've spent hours on that. Beautiful work," Will said cheerfully.

Cecily looked like she wanted to catch him by the throat and strangle him. Charlotte moaned and Henry didn't know what to do. So Will continued, looking across at the tables of astonished and some mortified Shadowhunters with a serious look now, "And it really is something. Because all he's done is praise you all, when, even though you have helped with the demon chases and slaying and all that, you have done nothing for him to thank you for. Gideon Lightwood, Gid, Gid, Giddy," Will said, turning to the married couple, "oh, that's a right good nickname." He cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

"Gideon, and Sophie, you two are the most deserving of anyone here. First of all, you both fought on your wedding day, which was pretty damn amazing, and you've both bounced back from bad pasts. Despite what these people think of you, believe me when I say congratulations, and I hope you have the best of years before you for the two of you to survive through together. You two are delightful together, honestly, and I wish you the best," and Will bowed theatrically. He was reluctantly applauded by the audience, who felt like they had been smoothly insulted, but was clapped hard by the large table's residents, despite what Cecily and Gabriel thought of his behavior.

Will then turned and swept a hand to the cake, saying, "And what a . . . thing, made by Bridget. I do believe it is time for dessert," and he sat down with a loud THANK and placed the napkin smoothly onto his lap and looked expectantly, as innocent as a wee child hiding a secret, to Tessa, who didn't know how on Earth she was going to survive several years of marriage with him. She didn't very much care, though, as she proved herself very well to surviving him as she kept Will from picking at her piece of orange cake.

Cecily and Gabriel, having received their cake and eaten it too, stood up and headed to the punch bowl, as others started to go back to the dance floor to give in to a long and frolicking romp. Cecily was tired from the day, though, and had told Gabriel so (in a casual fashion, of course, for Cecily was not one to loudly complain of such ailments) as he had gotten her chair for her, which was rather gentlemanly of him. And so, because of this, they were filling up on the punch, which Cecily was smacking between her lips.

"Tastefully spiked. Which is good, for I was worried that Will had dumped a whole lot of rum into here and sat back to watch as the place went like a bar," Cecily said, taking tasteful sips of her punch as she looked around the room and then back to Gabriel again.

"Sounds like something he would do," Gabriel said slowly, examining the drink in his hand suspiciously.

"Exactly. That was why I was wary," Cecily said. She caught him looking into his drink and said so loudly that he was startled and dropped a splotch of drink onto the carpeted floor, "You know, I told you it's tastefully spiked. Will doesn't do tasteful. He's rather along the lines of startling and shocking."

"Sorry," Gabriel muttered.

Cecily looked hardly ruffled. She placed her cup on the table on which the punch bowl sat, one amongst many other crystal cups half-filled or left with dregs of drink. She turned to Gabriel and her hand went down his forearm to his wrist, gently resting against his palm.

"Shall we go dance now? I feel refreshed and ready," Cecily said.

Gabriel grasped her hand in his and nodded quickly. He turned his head and caught sight of Gideon and Sophie taking a dance together and said, "Should we stay clear from the bride and groom or head straight to them?"

Cecily thought about what had happened to them over the past few days, from the arriving guests to Charlotte to the demons coming in and crashing their wedding, from scratches to Silent Brothers, Silent Brothers everywhere, and Bridget's cooking, and she said, "Perhaps it's best for the two of them to be left alone, just for a little while. They could use the time for themselves."

"Yes, sure," Gabriel said. He looked back to Cecily. Her blue eyes were very mischievous under her hair, which she had pulled back to keep from getting tossed about as they danced.

"Shall we then, Mr. Lightwood?" she said, raising a black eyebrow and looking as innocent as she could be.

Gabriel's grip on her hand was firm as she grinned, and they flew onto the dance floor. All those nights in the training room were not all them snogging; oh, they knew how to dance. Gabriel would chase Cecily, for she loved having him chase her, and he'd catch her wrists and they would twirl and shift and dance about the training room, and so the two of them were wonderful dancers as they kept eyes only on each other amongst the other dancers, like they were the only two Shadowhunters in the room.

The sky was one of the most beautiful Will had ever seen. Even in Wales, nothing could compare to the cleaning fog revealing a rich, navy dark sky, highlighted with black in some places, twinkling stars sticking out and shining like tiny pieces of broken, rough glass. The moon, a round with splotches of grey, but big, full. Will could hear the distant howls of the werewolves as they ran towards their hunting areas, or into their corners to chain themselves away to keep themselves from doing damage. Well, Will highly doubted they did that anymore. They stopped a few centuries ago when they realized that they wanted to harm the mundanes and Downworlders and Shadowhunters. If they could get away with it, of course. But they couldn't, the Accords stated that, so they ran to find some delicious, fresh London deer or whatever they could find in the woods of the parks.

To put things simply, it was a beautiful night, with a lovely sky, barely any fog, and a beautiful woman for Will to just stare at. For Tessa, being the reader she was, was taking in the scenery and imagining how it would be described in a book. Will was just staring at her, somehow taken back for a second to remind himself that he was going to marry her that June. Wait, he remembered. June was an awful long way off.

"Tess, let's get married," he said.

Tessa turned to him. "I thought that was already the plan."

"Yes, true, but sooner. Maybe right now. Idris isn't closed or anything. The Silent Brothers don't breathe; they probably don't sleep either. We can go do it, right now," Will said, stepping up to her.

Tessa looked at him and laughed, though this did nothing to deter him.

"How much punch did you drink, Will?" she asked.

Will shrugged, tilted his head, cracked a bit of a smile. "Dunno. Some, at least. I'm sure. Less than three cups, more than one. Let's leave it at that because I honestly don't remember."

"Well, let's remember this, then, Will," Tessa said, drawing herself closer to him so that there was barely any distance between the two of them at all. In fact, her nose was just brushing his, and she closed her eyes so that she couldn't see how his bright blue eyes were crossed, and she breathed against his smooth skin, taking in his scent of sweat and blood and a bit of punch and salt. "I love you, William Herondale, but I do not want to get married so late at night on the wedding of two of our friends. Because our day, just the day for us two, is going to be just that, ours, and no one else's, and that day, that wonderful day in June, is the day we'll be joined together in more ways than one. And we have planning to do, Will, and so much to do, but there's plenty of time. No need to rush on one of your whims."

Will was intoxicated by the sound of her voice, so low and smooth against his ears. So he couldn't say a word, not even if he tried.

Tessa drew back and whispered, just inches from his mouth, "And I shall go through each day in anticipation for our wedding day, Will. But the waiting's half the fun."

He found his voice and unlocked it, threw hot water on it to thaw it from its frozen state. His voice was low and husky. "I'd hardly call it fun."

"I would," Tessa said.

"That's your definition of fun, Tess?" Will whispered.

She didn't answer his question, but replied in the way she knew he would. With a question. "What is your definition of fun, Will?"

"Oh, Tess," he whispered. His breath came out as a puff of white smoke as he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. She moaned and caught his hair in her gloved hands, closing her eyes and thinking of nothing but him, him, Will. He smiled against her lips and held her close, feeling a pull in his chest that wanted her nearer to him.

"Excuse me!" came the call from their left. Will broke away from Tessa very slowly, just to annoy the person who was annoying him right now. He looked at with her with such a dazed look, one that had his eyes cloudy and his lips slightly parted.

And then he turned away and said, "Enjoying the view, Jessie?"

Tessa turned to see Jessamine standing a few feet away from them, her arms crossed over her chest, her face set in an annoyed way.

"No, William, I am not." She shook her head. "Improper, out here in the open—"

"Glamoured, if you don't remember, Jessie, and so you are the only one with an excellent view so as you are the only other one here, besides Tess, who can give me an assessment and overall performance report on my kissing," Will said, very calmly so.

"Disgusting. Honestly, Will, have I taught you nothing on good manners? Do your snogging in a more private place than the stoop of the Institute, if you could, please," Jessie said. She turned with an injured sniff, making her back turn to them, and that was her way of showing her disapproval and exit from the conversation she did not want to have.

Tessa turned back to Will and said, "Shall we head back inside?"

Will growled. "I suppose we must." He turned, but said, "There's too many people in there."

Tessa's hand slipped into his. "We'll have less at our wedding."

"And more punch," he said.

"Yes, and bigger flower arrangements and a larger band of musicians and a monkey from Africa," Tessa said.

"Sounds wonderful," Will said, opening the stark wood door. He waved to it with his free hand to Tessa, saying, "Tell me more about our wedding."

"Will. . ." Tessa said, but she was smiling as she passed the threshold of the Institute, pulling Will in after her.

The door closed with a quiet thud behind them.

The end.

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