A/N: Hello there, lovelies! Here is my latest and greatest fanfiction. I have had insomnia for the past week writing the first two chapters and part of the third one because I really want this story to be excellent. I finished CoLS, and in my mind, there is no page 511, in fact, there is no CoLS. The timeline for this is a bit weird, because it takes place after CoG, but the whole Simon/Izzy/Maia thing happened. I'm going to see if I can write chapter three tomorrow and post chapter two in the morning.

After a long day of fighting demons, all Alexander Lightwood wanted to do was to go home to his loving boyfriend, Magnus Bane. Sticky blood and Ichor clung to his clothing, sizzling holes into his black gear. His midnight hair was sweaty and looked very grimy and dirty. Magnus would most likely clean it the minute Alec stepped foot through the loft that they shared, making it smell like Sandalwood and soap. He refused glitter because it never came out. Alec didn't know how Magnus lived with all that glitter. The only thing that was clean was his blue eyes, and even those were surrounded by rings of dirt and grime, reminding him of a raccoon.

He walked briskly against the chilly winter air, paying no mind to the Mundanes he bumped into. He would've put on a glamour this morning, but he was just too exhausted. Alec didn't even want to go demon hunting, but Jace, his Parabatai and best friend, forced him to go. It was a surprise to Alec that he wasn't spending the day with Clary. Magnus was acting strange too. He'd made Alec breakfast in bed, complete with blueberry pancakes and fresh fruit.

Light snow fell and dusted the New York skyline, making the young Shadowhunter feel as if he was in the hole of a large powdered doughnut. Thinking of food made his stomach grumble like an angry Shax demon. He missed out on going to Taki's for lunch because Jace needed several iratzes and they has to find their dropped steles first. The monster they had fought was a big one they found in Central Park. Having two heads, one that spit fire and another that dripped deadly poison, it was a bit of a challenge for Alec, Jace, and Isabelle. In the end they had managed to send it back to whatever demon realm it was from.

Alec stepped through the door of his and Magnus's loft. He didn't even get to look at his house when a purple gilttery piece of fabric covered his eyes. He heard a small chuckle. Stiff hair tickled his face that was not his own. It was his boyfriend, Magnus Bane, up to his old tricks and shenanigans of playing with Alec.

"Magnus," Alec said unsurprised. "What are you doing on the ceiling?"

"Why wouldn't I be on it? I thought that it needed a bit more sparkly ness. Therefore I added a touch of glitter." His Warlock said, deftly tying the blindfold into a knot.

Alec sighed. "You think everything needs a touch of glitter." He remarked. There really was no arguing with him. He liked glitter, and that was that. The fabric itched against his eyes, and he wanted to rub them, but it would just make it worse. "Glitter is getting in my eyes. My beautiful blue eyes!" He said over dramatically.

"All the more reason for you to take a shower, love! That way I can see your stunning irises." Was Magnus's reply as he wheeled Alec toward the master bathroom. When they reached the pristine white and turquoise bathroom, Magnus plucked the plum blindfold from Alec's eyes, kissing him on the head. "Take as much time as you need to, darling. Oh, and I've laid some clothes out for you. Wear them for me." With that, Magnus left the bathroom, leaving Alec to his own devices. He got undressed and turned the water to hot. Steam rose up in the air, clearing his clogged sinuses. That was the one thing he hated about winter: Colds that would never go away, no matter how much medicine you took. He stepped into the shower, letting the fire hot droplets run down his naked body.

Alec wasn't really a singer, but he was known to sing in the shower, and this time was no exception. He sang love ballads while washing his raven feathered hair with the sandalwood soap him and Magnus both loved. Pop tunes came next as he used body wash on his inked skin. Sometimes it disgusted him that he had to have permanent runes. He'd rather be like Magnus, have one abnormality about you and that was it. But the one thing strange about you could be horrible, like having bright orange skin or a pig nose. Alec shuddered, thinking at the horrible things you could have if you were a warlock.

"No, he can't hear us. He's singing a very off tune rendition of A Team. I'm pretty sure Ed Sheeran would have Alec sued and arrested." Magnus's muffled voice came from somewhere in the main room. Alec stopped washing himself and paused what he was doing. Who was Magnus talking to? No reply came. "I'll portal you and Izzy in. I'd like us all to be there when Alec walks in the room for his- Oh wait, the singing has stopped. Sorry, Little Nephilim golden boy, it's too risky to talk. I'll portal you guys in." Magnus's voice faded into a decresndo, leaving Alec to wonder what his boyfriend was going to say. For my what? He pondered as he stepped out of the shower and onto the memory foam mat. He dried himself off with a blue towel. Well, Alec thought at least I know he's talking to Jace. It was true. Magnus didn't say Jace's name unless it was absolutely necessary.

And then he saw the clothes Magnus had put out for him. It could've been much worse, really. A dark plum dress shirt complete with opalescent buttons. Black jeans lay below with black dress shoes. Alec sighed. At least it didn't have any glitter on it. Getting dressed, he looked out the window. The snow was falling in much thicker bunches now than when he was walking home. The sky was a heather grey, reminding Alec of Max's ashes that rose up into the Idris sky all those years ago. His eyes stung with the tears of his past. Max, who'd never get to know how great of a boyfriend Magnus was to him. Max, who would never get to fight his first demon or get his first date. Max, his little brother who died too young for a cause that Alec himself didn't quite understand. Shaking his head, he grabbed the dark sport jacket and shrugged it on. He walked out of the canary yellow bedroom, fixing his collar to his liking.

"Here, baby let me help you." A tan hand with glittery blue nail polish reached out and folded the back part of the shirt that Alec couldn't get.

"Thanks," Said Alexander, looking into Magnus's eyes. They were the most amazing eyes he'd ever seen. They were a soft gradient of bright gold and sharp emerald green. And though his pupils were slit like a cats, Alec thought that they were the most normal eyes in the entire world, Shadowhunter and Mundane alike. They were surrounded by black and blue glittery eyeshadow, true to Magnus fashion.

Magnus reached out and flicked away a tear that trailed down Alec's face. He hadn't realized that he'd been crying. "Hey no crying today, I forbid it. Now come on, your siblings are waiting for your arrival." Alec felt Magnus grab his pale and inked hand and he lead him down the hallway.

"Oh come on Izzy! Ducks are evil! They will take over the world I tell you! IT WILL BE A DUCK APOCALYPSE!" Alec heard his adoptive brothers booming voice even from a few feet away. He was married to Clary now, though Jocelyn and Maryse were not approving. Though, Maryse wasn't exactly happy with Alec either, what with being gay with a freewheeling bisexual warlock and all. Months ago, Alec thought he heard his Parabatai telling him that he was going to be a father, but he could have been half asleep at the time, Jace liked to call at ungodly hours and piss off Magnus.

"I don't understand why you hate ducks, Jace." Cried Isabelle's soft and muffled voice. Simon and her were taking things slow after Simon had cheated on her with Maia. When Alexander found out what Simon had done, he wanted to punch the idiotic downworlder for hurting his baby sister the way he did. But when Isabelle forgave the Vampire, Alec softened.

Then Alec walked through the doorway the main room that included the kitchen, dining room, family room, and bar area. Streamers hung in ribbons of bright blue, sterling silver, and midnight black. A banner said Happy Birthday Alexander! In the same blue and silver on the black background. Balloons hit the ceiling and a small stack of presents lay on the table, all say to Alec, except for Jace's. His said from Jace in large letters.

"I just do. Ever since I was-" Jace began. Magnus had led Alec through to the living room and dining area with his right arm linked through Alec's left. Alexander managed a smile. He was not happy today, and he didn't know why.

"Oh Alec!" Squealed Isabelle, running up to Alec and giving him a hug. "Happy 21st birthday! You can legally drink now, how exciting. You must tell me what it's like!" She said frantically and cheerfully. Of course, Alec thought. Magnus must have made a surprise birthday party for me.

"Iz, you've been drinking illegally since you were fourteen. You know what drinking is like, yet you still continue to do it." Replied Alec, sliding a bar stool by Jace, who said happy birthday to him. Magnus had quite the liquor cabinet himself, but Alec had never touched a single glass bottle. He despised alcohol and had never once wanted to drink. His parents has said that would soon change, that he'd want to have vodka or beer or red wine. That urge never came. And Alexander was glad for that, because he never wanted to be like those bums on the street, swigging out of bottles when they could be finding jobs. Magnus didn't touch the liquor either. It was mostly used for his elaborate and extravagant parties.

He didn't understand why birthdays were such a big deal. Sure, they were fun when you were little because you got presents and trinkets, but as you got older, birthdays were a bitter reminder that every year you got older, and a year closer to your death, which for a Shadowhunter was always around a corner. Alec hated his birthdays now. Ever since he had been dating Magnus he felt like he wasn't worthy for him because he wasn't immortal. One day Alec was going to die, and when he did, well he was sure his precious warlock would forget him.

"Yes, but now you don't have to break the law to do it!" Explained Isabelle, leaning over Jace's tousled blonde hair to talk to her older brother. She wore the same white dress when they went to Magnus's party four years ago. With bright red lipstick and black heels, she was not a force to be ignored. Beautiful and deadly, that's what everyone said about Isabelle. Alec couldn't help but agree.

"Izzy if you want a shot of vodka you can just ask." Magnus put in, walking behind the barely used bar. He wore a blue dress shirt not unlike the one Alec was wearing, except his buttons were orange and sparkly, throwing off little dots of light here and there.

Isabelle shook her head and got up, joining Magnus. "No no no. For this occasion I want something more exotic. I want… This one!" She said proudly, plucking a large and dusty bottle from one of the shelves. It had a dark brown color to it, not at all appealing to Alexander. The label read Holi y Meddwl, in a language neither Alec nor anybody else in the room could understand. Leave it to Isabelle to pick something potentially horrible.

"Shouldn't we let birthday boy pick the drink?" Put in Jace. "I mean, it's his first drink Iz, we don't want to poison him." He turned to Alec expectantly, mumbling something about picking a drink. Alec barely heard him, he was too far in thought. Maybe he was so down and depressed because his thoughts kept traveling to Max. While Alec got older, his little brother stayed eternally nine up in heaven. He wished Max could be here with the others, just to spend time with his family. Isabelle wouldn't let anyone drink besides her, and that would've included Maxwell.

"I don't care, that looks fine." Alec said solemnly, waving his arm at the bottle. Isabelle's face lit up with joy as she scrambled for the clear shot glasses up above her.

"Hey," A blue tipped finger flicked Alec's face foreword. Magnus was two inches away from Alec since he was leaning over the dark stained bar. "Be happy." He said, his green and gold cat eyes filled with concern, his eyebrows furrowed with worry. Magnus then closed the gap between Alec, kissing him. Alec was surprised at first, but softened up and kissed his magically gifted boyfriend back. Magnus tasted like Sandalwood and the burning sugar scent of magic that Alec craved and needed when he was around Magnus. He felt the warlock shuffle around in his pockets, but Alec didn't know why because he had slowly closed his eyes, completely and utterly succumbed to the magic spell that was love.

Magnus pulled away from Alec with a soft popping noise, ending the kiss that melted Alexander like butter. He ignored the comments from Jace and Isabelle and slowly opened his eyes. Magnus's tall and slender figure was still laying on top of the bar, but he held something in his hands. A black velvet box that he held tenderly, as if he was caressing a baby chick. Inside laid on a mound of grey silk, was a simple gold ring. A wedding ring.

"Alexander Gideon Lightwood," Said Magnus, blinking. Even at this moment in his life, Alec didn't know how he ever kept his cool. "I was going to save this for another time and another place, but I can't seem to get you to be happy on your own birthday, now seems like an excellent time." He kissed Alec's head, sending shivers of pleasure down the younger boys spine. "Will you give me the honor of marrying me?"

Alec knew he was blushing like crazy, and he didn't try to hide it. Why would Magnus want to marry him? A mortal? Wouldn't Magnus prefer to be with someone more immortal? But then again, Alec didn't want Magnus to be with anyone other than him. It made Alexander crazy jealous when he saw Magnus with other people at his parties, though he knew that he was just being a good host and striking up conversation. If Alec wanted Magnus fully and truly, he knew what the answer would have to be.

"Yes, Magnus, yes. I will marry you." Said Alec, his voice rising an octave. Why was he nervous, he wasn't the one proposing. Magnus should be the one nervous. "I love you." He added quickly. He was in a happier mood now, and smiling like an idiot helped a lot. Magnus slipped the ring onto Alec's finger as they hugged, his fiancée returning the I love you.

"Yes yes all very touching." Said a very impatient Jace. "But I believe Alec has promised us shots of Holi y Meddwl."

"Way to ruin a touching moment, Lightwood." Sighed Magnus, taking a shot glass full of the liqour in his warm and capable hands.

"Anytime, Bane." Jace practically snarled, shoving a shot glass into his inked and runed hands, not unlike Alec's.

Alec took one for himself. The drink wasn't dark brown, as he originally had thought. Instead, it was a light frothy brown color that reminded him of chocolate mousse. It didn't exactly smell repulsive, and that was probably a good thing. It really had no smell of anything, save for a very small hint of rubbing alcohol.

"To Alec!" Cried Jace, lifting his shot glass high into the air. "He may not be as great as Alexander the Great or me, but he's pretty damn close!" He finished his toast, leaving Alec to roll his eyes, smirking. He knew he was kidding, because that was how Jace celebrated, making crude jokes about the other.

"Alec," Magnus said, shooting daggers at Jace and adding his own little sentence. "Who is better than Me or Jace, or anybody in this room. My fiancée is greater than Alexander the Great." He added affectionately, squeezing Alec's hand lovingly.

"Happy 21st birthday, bro." Isabelle put in before they all clinked their glasses together and Alec took a drink before anybody else managed to put their glass up to their lips.

He wasn't sure what was supposed to happen. The liquid tasted like a bitter herb, somewhat close to basil. It was like fire running down his throat and burning it, scalding and numbing his taste buds until his tongue felt useless and limp in his own mouth. Was this what alcohol was like? Lessening your own senses until you were a mindless drunk? Alec toppled off the black leather bar stool, somewhat aware of Magnus saying his name in a very concerned tone. Alec's vision was fading as his new fiancée rushed over to his side. Alec grabbed Magnus's sleeve tightly, as if holding on as tight as he could might stop him from going unconscious. He wanted to say something, but his tongue was like a dead fish, disobeying him and flopping around when he tried to master it. His final thought before the liquor dragged him under was Oh god, Magnus. Please don't let me die.

A/N: Could you please give it a review? I think I write everyone but Isabelle well, but I don't know you tell me! Don't give me flames, more like constructive criticism, okay? The more you review, the more frequently I'll update because I know that you guys actually like this story!