Hey there :) here's the story I promised to write based on the prompt THUNDER over at my first meeting collection of malec AUs Heroes and Thieves! (The next chapter of Tell me, would you kill? is coming up next. ^^)

This first chapter is the same as the thunder-prompt I already wrote with some minor changes. But I thought I'd upload it already, so you can just follow this story if you are interested and won't have to be afraid to miss it. :)

Disclaimer: the idea is mine, the characters nope

Warning: swearing / also I want to try some deep meaningful chapter titles x3

Chapter 1: When the thunder broke the sky, you crashed into my life.

When Magnus heard the first crash, he thought it was the sound of thunder and that the storm they had predicted for this morning was finally there to cool down the sticky weather of the past weeks. But then he realized that someone was yelling as well and that the following crashes each filled the pauses between those verbal outbursts.

"Guess there's a new kid in the house", Magnus muttered to himself.

It wasn't unusual for children, no matter the age, to have problems acclimating when they first got to the orphanage. For Magnus it had been the most difficult thing to accept it as a new home more than a temporary place to stay. He had gotten there at the age of nine. The people who had brought him had spent the whole trip telling him about how others would come to take him home because somewhere out there was a family that was just waiting for him, that would treat him better than his stepfather had after his mother had died. First Magnus had believed and hoped, but as time had gone by, he'd realized that nobody would come for him. But then he thought, as he got to know the other children and the advisors better, maybe nobody had to come for him, maybe this already was that new family ... they definitely cared more for him than his stepdad had ever done. It wasn't very hard considering that the guy had tried to drown him, but Magnus still appreciated the place he had at the orphanage.

"Magnus?", a soft voice sounded from the right. Magnus turned his head to see a young girl with brown hair and big, intelligent eyes. She had a book clutched to her chest and looked up at him apologetically, but Magnus only smiled.

"Hey, Tessa, what's up?"

The girl cleared her throat and straightened her back. "I am here to deliver a message from our beloved fairy of the infirmary-" Something on the second floor hit the wall again, followed by more yelling that seemed to turn more and more into a simple string of every swear word that ever existed. "- that you shall rise and get 'whatever idiot is failing at civilized communication to shut the fuck up'."

Magnus grinned and Tessa copied the expression. "Okay, my friend, tell Cat that I will take care of it", he eventually said. Tessa saluted and turned around to get back to wherever Catarina was working this afternoon. Saying that the orphanage had an infirmary was a bit much, but with Catarina they at least had the most dedicated nurse they could have hoped for and wherever somebody got hurt there was the infirmary. It was actually just Catarina and a suitcase with the most needed stuff, but the children had the highest respect for her.

Magnus swung his legs over the edge of his bed, threw on one of the oversized shirts he usually slept in and made his way to the second floor trusting that the sound of the ruckus would lead him to said idiot.

On the second floor were the single rooms for those who needed personal space more than others and also where the more difficult children were placed so they wouldn't cause an uproar among the others. When Magnus reached the top of the stairs he was greeted by the sound of a door being slammed hard enough that he could hear the wood of the doorframe splintering. He turned right and found two of the advisors standing in front of a door with several objects strewn across the floor. They were all parts of the basic equipment for each one of the single rooms. Metal pots, some shards that probably had been two vases once, a chair which was now missing a leg.

And from inside that one room came another string of curses. "Get lost! Leave me the fuck alone! I'll sue you for keeping me here! I'll screw you all over so bad that you beg me to go! I don't fucking need you! You think you're so good, but you are just as bad as the fucking rest!"

Magnus raised his eyebrows as he got closer. One of the advisors noticed him and his expression brightened visibly.

"Hey, Magnus", he said. "Did you come to try talking to him?"

Magnus gave the middle-aged man a little wave with his right hand. "Hey, Mr. Starkweather. Yeah, Cat asked me to 'work my magic'." At that he wiggled his fingers like those wizards did in children's cartoons. Hodge Starkweather nodded, a thankful smile on his lips. The other advisor was a younger woman with flaming red hair that was caught in a messy bun. Magnus looked at her. "What's the deal with him, Mrs. Fray?"

Jocelyn sighed and shrugged. "We don't really know, he-" She motioned to the door that got hit with something heavy followed by a new string of curses. "- ran away from every foster family and got kicked out of one of the orphanages in the city ... I guess they thought the country air here might help."

"He got kicked out?", Magnus exclaimed as he'd never heard of a case that bad that not even the orphanage could handle them anymore.

"FUCKING YES! AND I'LL PUT IT ON MY FUCKING RESUMÉ AS FUCKING SPECIAL SKILL!", sounded suddenly the voice from behind the door, ripping through the silence like thunder breaking the sky. Afterwards it was silent again and Magnus could almost feel the raging heartbeat on the other side of the door. He could picture the other guy standing behind the door with his hands pressed against he doorframe, panting hard from all the throwing stuff and cursing and the anger.

Magnus huffed. "That's nothing you should be too proud of, kid", he sneered at the door. He couldn't stand people who thought of negative character traits as something they could show off, the whole bad boy charm had never been something very attractive to Magnus in general.

From the other side of the door though came a humorless chuckle. "Didn't say I'm proud of it ... it's simply the only thing I will ever be exceptionally good at."

"Oh, look", Magnus muttered darkly, "it can form curse-free sentences."

"BITE ME!"

"Aaaaaand we're back." Magnus sighed, but nodded at the two advisors. After that Hodge hurried off to look after the other children while Jocelyn only stepped aside a bit so she wouldn't be directly visible from the door anymore. Magnus took a deep breath and knocked to show good faith and good manners because if somebody spits in your face doesn't mean that you have to greet them the same way.

"Fuck off!", came the expected yell, but Magnus only pursed his lips.

It wasn't his first encounter with a difficult youth. As the person who had been at this orphanage the longest time out of all the children, he had become a kind of counselor when the advisors couldn't get through to a new kid. Sometimes it was just easier to talk to someone your own age than an adult, no matter how kindhearted said adult was.

Magnus himself had had Catarina in the beginning and no matter how rough she might seem on the outside, she still knew how and when to be kind.

"I'm going to pick the lock if you don't open up", Magnus stated glaring at the closed door. "There's no way I'm going to leave you to soak in your hatred against the world. It's bad for your digestive system."

"God, you're annoying and I've only known you for about five minutes. Must be a new record", came the growled answer through the solid wood. Magnus grinned and stepped closer to the door when he heard the key being turned.

"Well, it's one of my special skills and I already have it listed on my-"

The door swung open and Magnus' train of thought completely derailed, crashed and burned. In the doorframe there stood one hell of an attractive guy. Black hair, piercing blue eyes that tried to kill him from afar. Maybe his skin was a bit too pale to be healthy and his hair was in need of a haircut ... or just a brush. His clothes were ripped and torn and way too big. His feet were bare and there was dirt under his toe nails, it had obviously been a while since he'd last worn shoes or even socks. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest and carried himself with that kind of stubborn arrogance that was both endearing and seriously annoying.

When Magnus eyes reached the other's blue ones again he was confronted with a dismissive eye roll.

"Stop drooling", he hissed and Magnus felt his resolve not to hit the guy slowly crumbling. But on the other hand there was that big tear at the collar of the black shirt that caused said collar to slip from the other's right shoulder and Magnus found that he could spend a whole day just watching this guy trying to pull the shirt back up after it slipped down again.

"I'm not drooling", Magnus growled, "and just for your interest, your good looks count nothing with that awful personality of yours."

The black-haired youth snorted. "Well, you being pretty doesn't help to forget the fact that you are terribly annoying either."

Magnus' eyebrows shot up and he wondered if this statement had been intended or if it had been a slip up. "Awww, sweetheart, so you think I'm nice to look at, too?", he teased because he figured that he wouldn't get anywhere talking nice with this guy. Blue eyes went wide, only to be narrowed into glaring slits right afterwards again. Yeah, totally a slip up, but hey, the new kid had a hidden cute side. Who would have thought.

"I hate you."

Magnus grinned because the anger in the other's voice was less forceful now than it had been before. "Yeah, I'm not your biggest fan either, Mr. ... What's your name again?"

"I don't have to tell you any-"

"Lightwood", Jocelyn whispered from her place next to the door, "it's Alexander Lightwood."

Magnus grin grew even wider while Alexander aggressively pouted. "I hate both of you", he hissed and Magnus nodded.

"Don't worry, you made that very clear." Outside the house the rumbling of real thunder could be heard and the first raindrops began hitting the windows. "But for now we are your only option, so act your age instead of throwing things against walls and curses at everything that moves. Also with a behavior like that and your record, the chance of somebody adopting you-"

Alexander's whole demeanor changed within a heartbeat when the word 'adopting' passed Magnus' lips just like the first shot of lightning set the dark grey clouds aflame outside at right this moment.

"I don't want to get fucking adopted!", he yelled uncrossing his arms and clenching his fists at his sides, the slipping shirt collar completely forgotten. "I had this shit often enough already and it's always the fucking same. First they are like 'Yay, we have a child, we'll give him the chance of a better life', but the moment you come out to them they are like 'What do you mean, you are gay? You don't look gay' as if they ordered a fucking fridge and are now upset because the food displayed in the brochure isn't included! So pardon me if I don't give a fuck anymore, okay? I can survive on my own, did it long enough before they found me again and stuck me into that shitty place where the staff can't keep their fucking hands to themselves and then complain when I break a nose or two."

Another roaring thunder passed over the roof of the house and the rain grew stronger with every second. Alexander's chest was heaving with taking deep breaths and for some reason the sound of his anger and frustration overpowered even the thunder in some way.

"Okay", Magnus held up his hands defensively. Alexander's eyes followed his every move, fury still burning bright within them. "How about we make a deal then? I'm not going to mention the A-word again and you'll stop trowing stuff at walls and no more yelling at people who don't deserve it."

Alexander thoughtfully chewed on his bottom lip while Magnus tried to concentrate on anything but those lips. Eventually Alexander nodded slowly and Magnus let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He held out his hand hoping that the other wouldn't change his mind again after all.

"Well then, my name's Magnus."

Alexander eyed him skeptically before he cautiously stepped closer and took Magnus' hand. It was warm and a bit clammy, probably from clenching them into fists so often.

"I'm Alec."

"Alec?"

"Yes, I prefer the shorter version of the name over the actual name because ... reasons."

"Awww, but Alexander is much more-"

"I throw stuff at people who call me by my full name on purpose."

Magnus nodded with pursed lips.

And it was like hearing the thunder and waiting for the lightning to strike you down while you can already feel the heavy rain hitting your skin mixed with cold, piercing wind. You long to hear the sound of the thunder again and again because it sounds like the sky is breaking in thousand little pieces, it's the sound of something new coming your way.

"Well, then let's get you a bath, so you look presentable for dinner", Magnus announced cheerfully and pulled Alec close to him, hooking an arm around his waist and dragging him out of the room. Alec's shock lasted for about three steps before he gained the control over his body and voice back.

"The fuck? Are you kidding me? Hey! Let me fucking go-" A high squeal carried through the hallway when they took the first staircase. "I swear, if you touch my hair, I'll hurt you!"

The growling thunder filled the sky above their heads as if it was laughing about the things that were about to come.

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- Pumpkin