Hello everyone. Welcome welcome! This story is obviously a Malec fic. It's an AU story and I was inspired from a Tumblr post that I saw about soulmates. So here I am, my first Malec story here.

Warning: This story is a boyxboy story so if you're not comfortable with that please don't read. It's also going to be a mature story, meaning that it'll have sexually explicit scenes. You've been warned.

Disclaimer: The characters of this story belong to Cassandra Clare.

Enjoy!


Chapter 1.

According to an ancient myth, when humankind was in it's early years, a girl was born under the pale light of a full moon. Her hair had the colour of the moonlight and her eyes looked like the bright sky during a summer morning. She was beautiful beyond belief, making even the Gods jealous of her. One Goddess in particular was so jealous of the little baby that she put a curse one her. She split the girl's soul in half so that the girl would never be happy if she didn't find the missing piece.

This myth, Alec thought, was a fairytale that parents told their kids in order to explain how their world worked without having to really explain the truth. That truth, in Alec's mind at least, had nothing to do with the mythical girl. He didn't believe that his soulmate was his missing piece. He just believed that, the owner of the name written on his wrist was just the most suitable partner for him.

Almost every human being in this world had a name written on their wrist since the day they were born. This name was the name of their soulmate. Some people didn't have a name on their wrist at all, meaning that they would spent their lives without a mate. They could still have affairs but never a soulmate like most of people had. Then, there were the people that had been born with a name on their wrist but at some point of their lives, the name had disappeared. The names that disappeared, were the names of the deceased.

Alec shivered, glancing at his own wrist. Magnus Bane was written on it with an artistic way that Alec always admired. Magnus's handwriting. Alec still remembered a time when his wrist started burning, could still remember looking at his wrist and seeing the letters bleeding. That day, Alec thought that his mate was dying and he probably had almost died because the letters continued bleeding for three hours before they stopped. Alec's eyes had blurred from tears and after a moment he started crying, feeling relief taking the place of his fear. The name hadn't disappear. His mate was alive. That night, ten years ago, Isabelle and Jace had stayed with Alec, hugging him and almost crying themselves.

Since that night, Alec had decided that he wouldn't spent his life searching for his mate. He would let fate decide if he met the man or not. Alec wouldn't let another human, even his mate, have such a huge impact in his life. He was afraid that if he met the man, Alec would lose who he was and become whoever his mate wanted him to be. That, Alec couldn't have.

The raven haired boy traced the name on his wrist with his finger, not for the first time wondering what Magnus Bane was like. Was he younger or older than him? Was he a cheerful person or a gloomy one, like Alec? Magnus Bane seemed like the name a very interesting person would have.

"Alec?" Isabelle called out his name, making him yelp.

"Stop doing that!" Alec snapped at his sister.

Isabelle, to his annoyance, giggled. "Oh, stop being a girl, Alec," she told him, teasingly. "I just wanted to remind you that today is mum's birthday party. If you call that a party".

Alec sighed at that, wishing that she hadn't reminded him of that. His family was an old and wealthy one and their parties were just an excuse for their parents to make more connections. They were really boring but his mother always made them attend. Only Jace, his adopted brother, was rebellious enough to not listen and skip a party.

Groaning, Alec stood up and looked at his mirror. His hair was a mess as usual and his clothes were all black. He really wanted to just wear them but of course he had to wear fancy clothes or his mother would have his head. Sometimes, Alec thought, his parents forgot that he was twenty years old and not ten.

The day after that passed in a blur of preparations for the big event. It was going to take place in an upscale lounge that his mother absolutely loved. He had never been there himself -he wasn't the type to hang around lounges or night clubs or even bars really- but he had heard that it was super luxurious and glamorous. A perfect place for people like his mother.

When the time for the party came, Alec found himself wearing a black tuxedo that Isabelle had chosen for him, feeling uncomfortable and kind of ridiculous. His hair didn't resemble a bird's nest for once but looked slick and styled and Alec absolutely hated them. This was why he tried to avoid these kind of events.

He was waiting in their living room for his siblings to come when Clary and Simon walked in, looking uncomfortable, very much like himself. Clary -a short, red headed girl with a really bad temper- was Jace's mate. They had met last year, during a night out for Isabelle's birthday. She was always polite to him, not in the way people usually were when they heard Alec's name but in a genuine way that made Alec like her.

Simon, Clary's best friend, was surprisingly Isabelle's mate. The boy was awkward and nerdy, making Alec like him as well even though the boy could sometimes be a little annoying.

They were both dressed in formal clothing and Alec couldn't help but think that it didn't suit them. They looked better with their normal, casual clothes. To be fair, he thought that he himself looked better with casual clothing.

"Hey, Alec," Clary said with a polite smile, sitting beside him on the sofa. Simon followed her lead awkwardly and sat beside her. They stayed there in awkward silence until Jace came in, looking like a model as always.

Alec thought that Jace looked really good in his grey tuxedo -not that Jace looked bad in anything. Jace smiled at Clary and after that Alec stopped paying attention to them. He really didn't want to watch them acting like lovesick morons.

It took another twenty minutes for Isabelle to show up and half an hour later -after a fight between him and his sister for his choice of shoes- he found himself inside the lounge, watching people drink and socialize from a seating booth that was -thankfully- not occupied in the corner of the room.

The lounge's name was Blue Velvet and in Alec's mind the name was perfect for it. The the booths were all white with black tables but the lighting was deep blue, making the room feel almost magical. Whoever had decorated this place had Alec impressed. The music was slow and relaxing, making him feel a little better as he drunk his champaign. Maybe this night wouldn't be so bad. At least no one was trying to talk to him.

Alec stayed there for a while, watching the people around him. At some point he saw Isabelle and Simon kissing a little more enthusiastically than they should among people, while Jace with Clary were nowhere to be found. Alec contemplated sneaking out now that his parents were occupied with their guests when he stopped dead in his tracks, a man catching his attention.

The man was standing near the bar, talking with a pretty blond girl that, Alec was sure was a model. He didn't know why this particular man had captivated him so much -he could barely see him in the dark room. All he could see was that the man was really tall and had a body to die for. Slim but a little muscular as well, his neon blue dress shirt clinging on his body in all the right places and Alec refused to even think about the way those black trousers were making the man's ass look all kinds of delicious.

The boy was really perplexed by the sudden attraction he felt for this man. He couldn't even see his face but his body was reacting in an almost animalistic way, making him want to go there and pull the man away from the blond girl.

Suddenly the man turned towards his way, his eyes focusing on Alec and it all clicked. Alec wasn't sure exactly why, maybe it was the fact that the man seemed to be completely surprised himself or maybe it was the way that his wrist suddenly begun tingling in a way that made him almost purr with pleasure but Alec knew. This man was not any man. It was him.

It was Magnus Bane.


I hope you all liked the first chapter. Please comment if you did or even if you didn't.