The Mortal Instruments: City Of Bones is coming out on movie soon. So I decided to put together some drabbles about ,alec, my personal OTP for this fandom, and what might have happened in those moments we don't see. I hope you enjoy.

Alec's P.O.V

Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn. It seems quite long and tedious, and does not suit him at all. Spiked hair, eyes dusted with makeup, lined with black. Covered in glitter. Magnus, certainly. But High Warlock of Brooklyn? It doesn't fit, like Alexander doesn't fit me. Of course, he does look incredibly handsome…how I would love to stroke my hands across that shimmering face…

"Alexander Lightwood?" I was shaken out of my day dreaming, and focused on the face the voice had come from. I stepped backwards, startled by who it was and the small distance between us.

"Yes. You're Magnus Bane, aren't you?" He smiled, showing pearl white teeth.

"At your service. I've wanted to meet you for a while, I know your parents. I'm so glad you came to my party."

"Me? No one ever wants to meet me. Thank you, I'm glad I came."

"Would you mind, it's just, I was hoping we could go somewhere a little less…loud and crowded."

I stared at him for a bit, shocked he was asking me. I managed to recover my voice.

"Sure. I would love to."

I followed him, dodging all sorts of…species, to his bedroom. I walked in and he shut the door after me. He then walked over to his glorious bed, which was covered with what looked like real fireworks. He noticed me staring, and beckoned to sit down.

"All thanks to the power of illusion and magic. Sit down, Alexander, let's have a chat. I want to get to know you better." He smiled encouragingly, and I went over and sat down.

"About that. Would you mind calling me Alec? Only my mother calls me Alexander, and that isn't usually a good thing." Magnus nodded.

"You have gotten used to being called Alec, gotten comfortable with it. Now you associate Alexander with bad news, not good ones. Which, quite frankly, is a shame."

"A shame?" I ask. "How is it a shame?"

"Because, I like Alexander." He leant forward so we were eye to eye, his warm breath blowing across my mouth. "It rolls of the tongue."

I could feel the blush creeping up my neck to my cheeks. He expressed no sign he saw, but it's impossible he didn't. Simon without his glasses on could see I was blushing.

"Alexander Lightwood." He spoke into my ear, his breath tickling my neck and causing me to blush more. Then he leant back, sitting in the position and distance he was when we first sat down. I felt…sad he wasn't as close to me. I liked it.

"It doesn't sound so bad when you say it; in fact, I like it when you say it. A lot." He smiled.

"Alexander, you are different to everyone I have ever met. And my ever is longer than yours. You're…fascinating to say the least."

My blush was now stronger than ever. He leant forward, and I closed my eyes…

And unfortunately, that is all. If you would like another Malec drabble, just leave me a review or a PM, and I will write, upload, and dedicate it to you. If you have a prompt, that would be fantastic as well. I am also doing a Clace version of this. Thank you for reading, BYE!