Hi angels! This is the first part of my new Malec fanfiction. It will, like it says in the summary, be a story following Magnus and Alec through both ups and downs, chapter through chapter.

I just finished my Divergent fanfiction of 35 chapters, and you can go check that out too on my profile if you like that book serie. That one is however a full story.

But back to Malec! I'm super excited to start writing this, but I'm a student and I have school and lots of other things to do. I won't have a schedule that I'll follow, like a post every week. I'll just post randomly and hopefully not to far apart. I've got SO MUCH love for writing and I sometimes prioritize that over school work. Sorry not sorry! XD

Please feel free to give me reviews and your opinion on my stories. I love feedback! Also, if you have ANY request I'd be more than happy to do them. As for now, enjoy this first story about Malec's second date, somewhere in between CoB and CoA, or in the beginning of CoA. We don't know. Since this is my own fanficition, it won't follow what happens in the actual books.

Happy reading!

Ps. I'm originally on instagram as nephilimsherrie , so go check out my Shadowhunters and The Mortal Instruments edits there! #neverenoughmalec


Second date's a charm

This time Alec told himself that he wouldn't be late to Magnus's apartment. He had even decided to leave early. He almost couldn't believe it when he heard someone call his name as he, as silently as he could, shrugged on his jacket by the elevator. He'd already pushed the elevator button when he turned to see Jace standing in the end of the corridor. "Are you going somewhere?" He was leaning casually against the wall, flipping his stele between his fingers.

Alec struggled with an excuse. "I'm just- I thought I would go for a walk."

Jace looked at him suspiciously but said, "Alright I'll come with you."

"No that's okay. I need some time alone anyway." At that, thankfully, the elevator door opened and he stepped inside. Before it began downwards, he heard Jace mumble something that he couldn't quite make out.


The air was still warm from the hot summer day when Alec left the institute. He decided to take a cab cause he wouldn't ride the subway with mundanes again. It hadn't been pleasant the last time he went on it with Magnus.

When he reached Magnus's building he still had 15 minutes to spare. He went into the stairwell, and waited a few minutes before pressing the buzzer.

Earlier this week, Alec had sent a fire message to Magnus's, offering to plan their date this time. The next day he got a reply saying: "Too late. M." He'd looked down at the message and smiled, and when Isabelle silently had entered his room and asked what he was smiling about, he'd been so surprised he threw it in the fire. He told Isabelle that it was a fire message than he'd sent to himself just to try it, and she'd believed him. "I've always wondered if that worked," she'd said.

Alec didn't mind Magnus planning their date actually. If he'd done it himself it probably wouldn't have turned out so great. He was new at this, while Magnus had centuries of dating experience, literally speaking.

He caught his heart skipping a beat as he reached forward and pressed the buzzer.

A few moments later, Magnus's voice filled the stairwell. "Who calls upon the high warlock?" Alec knew this was how Magnus answered his door, but there was something in his voice indicating that he already knew the answer to his question.

"It's me," said Alec.

"Excellent," said Magnus's voice, and the second door opened, letting Alec out into the stairwell. He climbed the stairs and the memories came rushing back; Alec pressing Magnus against the banister, the two of them tumbling towards the apartment, Magnus pulling Alec down on top of him on the couch. The memories made his cheeks warm.

When he reached the warlocks apartment, Magnus was standing in the entryway, leaning on the doorframe. He was wearing striped golden jeans and a nicely fitted glittery black t-shirt that said Beyoncé's bff picked out across the chest. Alec had no idea what that meant. His hair stood up in spiked and he had a touch of gold in it. His eyelids were gold too, and he was smiling. "Alexander, you look hot," he said.

Alec looked down at his clothes. After going through his closet for maybe 30 minutes, he'd finally chosen a grey shirt and black jeans. It was nothing special. "I do?"

"You always do," said Magnus and reached up to touch Alec's cheek with the back of his hand. "I meant literally. Did you run here?"

Remembering how his cheeks flush when he's nervous, he quickly took Magnus's hand in his to hide the fact that he was blushing even more now. "Something like that."

"Well come on in," said Magnus and disappeared into the apartment. Alec closed the door and followed him inside. The apartment was dimly lid with a few candles here and there on the ancient furniture Magnus had placed all over the area. There was a table in the corner of the room that wasn't there before, and it was set with beautiful what looked like old porcelain plates and crystal wine glasses.

Magnus went over to another small table and said: "Would you care for a drink?"

"Yeah, thanks," said Alec absently, still admiring the set table. In the center of it, there was a bigger sort of candle, different from the others. This one had a blue light, illuminating the midair around it with sapphire light. Alec exhaled with astonishment as it flickered and let out blue smoke formed as floating hearts.

"I thought," said Magnus softly behind him, "that we could have dinner here this time. Like this we won't be interrupted by crazy mundanes or jealous downworlders." He held out a glass with something sparkly and lifted his own. "To us."

Alec took the glass and smiled. "That sounds perfect."

They were standing very close and Alec, his eyes locked with Magnus's, thought about closing the space between them completely, but the night had just started and he told himself to stay were he was. Magnus cleared his throat as if he'd read Alec's mind. "Join me in the kitchen will you?" If Alec wasn't mistaken, Magnus sounded almost nervous too, but he was the High Warlock of Brooklyn, and Alec was probably just imagining it.

He nodded and followed Magnus into the kitchen. It was smaller than he'd thought, but not too small. It had just the right amount of kitchen area for cooking a big meal for multiple people. Now, when just the two of them, Magnus had a lot of extra space. The cupboards were a shade of garnet, with black details. The kitchen counter was black marble and it looked extremely clean. Magnus was cutting vegetables and in the oven there was something big and juicy, and it made Alec's stomach growl.

Magnus laughed a little. "I'm cooking us a high-quality steak imported from Argentina. I promise you'll love it."

"As long as it's not something Isabelle's made, I eat almost everything," said Alec and tore his eyes away from the oven. "It looks great."

Magnus grinned. "So tell me," he said as he cut another slice of pepper. "What have you been up to since last time?"

"Um, you know, trying to find Valentine, arguing with the Clave, making sure Jace stays… reasonable."

"Reasonable?" said Magnus and tossed a kitchen towel over his shoulder. It made him look professional. "Care to elaborate on that?"

"It's just-" said Alec and paused, trying to find the right words. "Ever since he- you know- I've been worried that he'll just disappear again, go off and try to find Valentine by himself."

"How do you feel about that?"

"I just want Jace to know that he doesn't have to go through it alone. I don't know what he's feeling and I wish I could-"

Magnus turned and looked at Alec, and it made him stop talking. His cat-eyes weren't showing at this moment, but they still shone like diamonds. "I understand," he said softly. "But what are you feeling Alec?"

"Me? It's not about me," said Alec and tore his eyes away from Magnus's. He probably looked stupid staring at Magnus like this.

"Of course it is. It affects you too."

"I guess I'm just stressed from worrying about him all the time. Worried he'll do something he shouldn't do."

"I think," said Magnus and moved forward, closer to Alec. "That you are a wonderful person for caring so much, and I'm convinced that Jace knows it."

He moved even closer and he was now standing only inches away from Alec. The feeling of closing the gap between them resurfaced and Alec's breath quickened. He found it hard to concentrate as he tried to come up with something to say, but before he did Magnus said: "You're vibrating."

Alec blinked and felt his cheeks flush. "Uh? What?"

"Your pocket."

"Oh!" Magnus was right. His left jeans pocket was vibrating, and it had been for a while. He'd thought it was something else. Alec awkwardly pulled his phone out from his pocket and flipped the screen open. Isabelle. "Sorry, it's my sister. It'll just be a minute."

Magnus took a step back. "Do not worry about it."

Alec smiled embarrassingly before leaving the kitchen. He went over to the large custom window covering almost the entire wall, revealing a remarkable view of the New York City skyline. He leaned against it and clicked the green button on his phone. "Hello?"

"Alec! Where are you? This is the third time I'm calling you!" Isabelle sounded annoyed. There were traffic noise and people talking in the background. She must be out.

"I'm out walking."

She let out a frustrated sound. "Why?"

"Because I wanted to," said Alec, and casted a glance toward the kitchen door. "Why are you so interested?"

"I was at a party but it sucked so I left, but I realized that I forgot my stupid mundane money at home so I can't get a cab. Can you come, it's just a 20 minutes away."

This was not good. What excuse could he make to get out of this? "Why can't Jace come?"

"Jace isn't answering his cell phone."

"Well then-" But Alec didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. A loud yell came from inside the kitchen, followed by a loud ringing noise.

"What the hell was that?" said Isabelle from the other side of the line. "Where are you?"

"Isabelle I can't talk right now. I'm sorry. Call Jace again." He hung up and stuck the phone into his pocket again. It took him only a second to get to the kitchen, which was filled with suffocating smoke. It stung in his eyes and he choked when he dried to suck in a breath.

"Magnus?" Alec called, causing him to start coughing.

He didn't see Magnus at first, but as the smoke started to fade he could see the silhouette of the tall warlock, blue sparks coming from his fingertips. It was clear to Alec that it was Magnus's magic that was making the smoke disappear, and also what stopped the now obvious fire alarm. When the smoke was completely vanished, Alec could see Magnus properly. "Damn it," said Magnus.

Alec strode toward him. "What happened? Are you okay?" He put a hand on Magnus's shoulder, and it felt stupid. Why would he need comfort from Alec?

But Magnus smiled. "I thought I'd gotten better at this."

"At what?"

"Cooking. You'd think I'd learn sometime during my existence."

After a startled moment, Alec looked down at the half open oven, and saw that the big steak that earlier made his stomach growl, was now dusty black and steaming.

He asked again: "What happened?"

"To be honest," said Magnus and straightened up, and Alec removed his hand from his shoulder, "I don't know."

"Well, can't you-"

"Fix it?" Magnus laughed. "I could, but it wouldn't be the same." He looked suddenly miserable. "I'm sorry Alec."

"Hey," Alec said and carefully took Magnus's hand in his. "It's okay. We'll order Chinese takeout instead. I know a great place that delivers. Let me just call them."

Magnus looked hesitant but nodded. "Okay. You do that and I'll clean up in here."


Magnus was in his bedroom, changing out of the glittery black t-shirt he'd worn. It had smelled like smoke and even though Alec had said that he didn't mind, Magnus had insisted on putting on something clean and date-worthy. Alec was putting away the porcelain plates, thinking that they were too fancy for Chinese takeout. He took one of the crystal glasses and examined it with an admiring eye. These must have cost a fortune, he thought.

"I need your help," he heard a voice say from behind him.

Alec turned around to see a shirtless Magnus standing in the bedroom doorway, holding two pieces of fabric. Without realizing, the crystal glass slid out of Alec's grip and fell to the floor. Alec jerked his hands up in shock but the crash never came. He casted a glance at Magnus and saw the blue sparks fading away.

"My reflexes are pretty good," he said and grinned. "Now, which one of these should I wear?" He held up two different t-shirts, one dark blue with a sparkly rainbow covering the front and another one that was black with small white hearts all over it. It was as if he was totally unaware that his upper body was exposed.

Alec struggled to get any words out. "Um… the- the one with the hearts."

"Brilliant," said Magnus and disappeared into his bedroom again.

Alec looked down at his feet, but no glass shatter was visible. He leaned against the table but before he managed to gather himself, Magnus was back, newly dressed. He'd changed pants too, into black jeans and he looked fairly normal.

"Much better."

Alec noticed now that Magnus was holding a blanket, and he went over to the living room couch to lay it out on the floor. When seeing the confused look on Alec's face he chuckled and said: "Eating Chinese takeout on the floor is a privilege Alexander. Don't tell me you've never done it."

"I haven't."

"Well, there's a first time for everything." At that, the doorbell rang. "Must be the food," said Magnus and walked over to the speaker. "Yes?"

"Chinese takeout!" someone shouted.

Magnus pressed a button and Alec could hear the familiar door opening noise and the voice calling, "Thanks!"


Magnus insisted on paying for the food, since he was the one who destroyed their planned meal. Alec should have known that Magnus paying meant using magic and making the payment disappear.

"Do you ever pay for anything in the mundane world?" Alec couldn't help but asking when the delivery guy had left.

"Only when necessary," said Magnus with a pleased smile.

They settled down on the blanket on the floor and with a snap with his fingers, Magnus dimmed the light. "So," he said and picked up one of the boxes. "What delicious food did you order for us?"

"Orange chicken and egg noodles. I hope that's okay."

"I love orange," said Magnus and flashed a smile. He handed Alec one of the boxes and two chopsticks. When he did their fingers touched and Alec's skin tickled at the point of contact as if Magnus transmitted electricity through his skin. Their eyes met and it was as if the world stopped moving. Alec still didn't know what this effect that Magnus had on him meant. Maybe it was a sign that it was wrong, because his conscience and mental abilities degenerated when he was around Magnus. Or maybe it was something else. Something good. Alec was too inexperienced to know the answer to this. All he had was his instincts and from a lot of practice since he was little, they were quite good.

"What are you thinking about?" Magnus asked and tore Alec away from his thoughts.

"I um … nothing special," said Alec and picked in his food with the chopsticks.

Magnus twirled noodles around his chopstick. "You seemed deeply lost in them. Do tell."

"I'm just curious to what this is?"

The question seemed to have caught Magnus off guard. Things rarely did and Alec was surprised by his reaction. "Alexander," he said and paused for a moment before continuing. "This is exactly what you want it to be."

"The thing is that I don't know what I want. It's all new to me."

It had began do darken more outside. It was quiet in the apartment, only the sound of the New York traffic. Magnus was quiet too and it didn't make Alec feel any better. He wasn't sure if he should say something else. If what he had said had been awfully wrong.

Magnus said: "I think we should just live in the moment and see where things go. All those unknown feelings you're having, try to ignore them. At least, don't think about them too much. I may have more experience than you, but this is new to me too."

It was like Magnus knew the exact right words to say. Magnus and Jace were alike like that. It was something Alec admired, him never knowing what to say.


Alec ate some more of the orange chicken while listening to Magnus, telling him about the werewolf Marcy they helped last week. "She has left New York. Sometimes becoming a werewolf results in you wanting to leave everything that's familiar to you behind and start a completely different life. I know of many."

"That's sad," said Alec, thinking about how Marcy and her girlfriend had embraced each other after the incident. How they'd kissed and told each other that everything was okay and that they would figure things out, together. "Did she leave her girlfriend too?"

"Unfortunately Luke didn't know that much. He just knew that a werewolf named Marcy had left New York after an accident. I didn't inform him that we were there."

"Oh," was all Alec said, waiting a moment before asking when Magnus had seen Luke.

"Couple of days ago I think," Magnus mumbled and looked down. That was not like him, Alec thought, even though he didn't know Magnus all that well yet.

"Why?"

"Just… downworlder business."

Alec didn't buy it. "Magnus. There is something you're not telling me."

Magnus set down the now empty box on the floor. "I didn't want to worry you but I guess it's only fair to tell you. He didn't exactly reach out to me to talk about Marcy and her adventures-"

"Then what?"

Magnus sighed and he suddenly looked tired. "There is a rogue werewolf in New York."

Alec had heard of that kind before, a werewolf who's not with a pack. Lone wolf, some people call them. They're usually gruesome and a danger to others, even other werewolves. They're not common in New York however because of the Praetor Lupus, a group of werewolves who help newly infected ones and also vampire fledglings.

"Is he new?" Alec asked, and leaned forward. He became more alert when talking about official business.

"It's actually a woman," said Magnus and looked around the apartment, as if checking if someone else was there, listening to them. "She's from here, but she's not new. Her name is Tabitha Ashford. She must be almost 60 years old now. Some people think she's a myth, a scary story to tell baby werewolves. But she's very much existent and known for being a murderer as merciless and ruthless as Death itself."

Alec's throat tightened. He'd seen almost every demon there is, but something about the tone in Magnus's voice and the description of this werewolf that send shivers down his spine that he'd never had before. "How do- how does Luke know she's in New York?"

"He received a message from her, saying she has returned. That was all."

"Can't it be someone messing with him and the pack?"

"No one would be that cruel."

Before Alec could say anything else, the buzzing of a phone interrupted him. Not his this time. "I'm sorry," said Magnus and pulled out a phone from his jeans pocket. Alec was surprised that he managed to fit it in those tight jeans. "I have to take this call, it won't be long. Let us drop the werewolf business for tonight. That's not what I want to talk about." Magnus leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and got up, thankfully not seeing Alec's face that had turned red.

Alec felt a twinge of guilt in his stomach. Maybe he shouldn't have asked so many questions. Maybe Magnus thought it was his way of avoiding talking about other things. It was just that his responsibility to the Shadow world had always been easier to talk about, rather than personal stuff, for Alec. It was familiar and in order, no feelings involved. Though he knew that this thing with Magnus- whatever it was- couldn't be dealt with without first of all dealing with your feelings. He decided he'd drop the werewolf subject for tonight, even though he wanted to know more. He wanted to be prepared. The thought of Magnus interloping with the wolf pack and their daring mission to find Tabitha Ashford made Alec worried. It was a strange feeling, but he would rather be hurt himself than for Magnus to get hurt.


Magnus was back in 5 minutes and he was holding two glasses in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. "Whether it's home cooked or not, a meal should always include a glass of high-quality wine."

Alec was 18 and he could legally drink in the state of New York, but he usually didn't. He especially wasn't familiar with wine so he only nodded along and smiled as Magnus told him about how he'd imported the wine privately from Italy.

They talked for a long time. Alec listened intensely on Magnus's stories and whenever Alec tried to make a joke, Magnus threw his head back and laughed. It was completely dark outside now, and only a few candles still burning in the apartment.

Alec was amazed by how easy it was to talk to Magnus. He was a good storyteller and listener. When Alec claimed that his stories weren't near as fabulous as Magnus's adventures, Magnus insisted that he was wrong and made Alec tell him about one of their demon missions.

"Me, Izzy and Jace had a call about some demon activity on the Lower East Side. It was our first year on the field but we were all excited, not scared at all. It wasn't until we saw the demon that I completely lost it. I froze, Izzy did too, and it was Jace who had to fight it. Of course he couldn't handle it by himself and it got him with its demon pox. We were lucky cause there was another Shadowhunter near us who heard everything and came to our rescue. I don't remember it that well, maybe because I've repressed it through the years."

Magnus took a sip of his second glass of wine. "I've always been secretly fascinated by the Nephilim and that you put your own life in danger everyday for the mundanes. They're lucky, and they're not even aware of it."

"Warlocks are not so bad either," said Alec, slightly smirking. "You do things for them too."

"I suppose that is correct."


The light began to flicker and Alec turned his head just in time to see the last candle burn out. It was now pitch black, not even the New York skyline illuminating any light.

"I can take care of this," said Magnus and before he did it Alec knew what he meant.

Alec always expected Magnus's magic to make some kind of sound, a mellow or lilting one, but the apartment was still quiet when Magnus snapped his fingers and the blue flame faintly lid up their surroundings. The light shone against Magnus's face, creating a shadow in the hollow beneath his cheekbone. Like this it was easier to see Magnus's facial angles and Alec found himself memorizing them. The faint dimple in his chin, the sharp jawline, his thin eyes-

"Your eyes," said Alec with astonishment. The warlocks eyes were in their full cat-form, yellow-green with vertical pupils. Alec had seen them before, but not this closely.

"Oh," said Magnus and looked down. "I'm sorry. My magic must have triggered them."

He made a gesture with his fingers and lifted his hand, but Alec stopped him by putting his own hand over Magnus's. "Don't."

Absently, Alec put down his wine glass, not moving his eyes from Magnus's. He lifted his hands to touch Magnus's temples and he could feel him tense up at the touch. Alec ignored this and ran his fingers down Magnus's face, around his neck and left them there. He didn't remember deciding to but he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Magnus's. At first Magnus was very still, but then he put his arms around Alec's waist and pulled him closer. Alec shifted and swung a leg over Magnus so that he was sitting on top of him. With his heartbeat in his throat he kissed Magnus again, this time with more force. Magnus sat up straighter and slipped his hands down Alec's spine and shivers followed them down to the small of his back. As they continued kissing, a heavy but warm feeling filled Alec's body, slowing his thoughts. He grabbed at Magnus's shoulder, gathering the fabric in his fist.

Magnus was a good kisser. He knew exactly what he was doing, exploring Alec's mouth while at the same time guiding Alec through it. It was a hot mixture of teeth, tongue and heavy breaths and Alec had no idea what he was doing. He tried to copy what Magnus was doing and so far it seemed to be working.

Something in Alec told him that he wanted more. This wasn't enough. Slowly he got up from how he was sitting, pulling Magnus with him. He stumbled over the blanket and pillows, accidently knocking over his wineglass. He stopped for a split second but Magnus mumbled against cheek to leave it, and so he did. He remembered why he'd gotten up and tumbled toward the bedroom, dragging Magnus with him.

Alec noted with interest that Magnus's bedroom was gigantic, and so was his bed, that they bonelessly collapsed onto. The taste of Magnus in his mouth was a pleasure, and he tasted of something sweet. He pushed aside the fabric of Magnus's hearted t-shirt to get to the bare golden skin underneath. He ran his fingers up Magnus's torso, feeling his naked chest, the hard shape of his abs and the bellybutton-free stomach. Alec kissed a careful line down Magnus's neck, starting from below his ear to the hollow at the base of his throat.

Magnus swung his leg over Alec and rolled on top of him. He bent his head down and Alec was distantly aware of him fastening his lips to Alec's neck, biting down. Alec gave a gasping whimper and pressed Magnus's body closer to his, wanting no more space between them. His thoughts no longer functional, he ran his hands over Magnus's back and pulled Magnus's t-shirt over his head. The interruption of their touching lips was too long and he desperately pressed his mouth against Magnus's again, while Magnus unbuttoned Alec's grey shirt.

With both upper bodies exposed, Alec could feel the heat from Magnus sipping through him. Magnus pulled away a little and kissed Alec's jaw. He continued down Alec's neck, kissed his chest, his stomach, his-

A jolt of electricity went through Alec and he was thrown back to reality. He didn't want Magnus to stop, but something made him say so anyway.

"Magnus," he said, and it came out more as a moan. "Wait."

Magnus rolled of Alec and settled next to him on the bed. They lay there quiet for a while, their heavy breaths mixing.

Alec propped himself on his side with his elbow, and Magnus did too. Magnus's hair was messy and his cat-eyes shone. Though you might mistake him as tired, Alec thought he'd never seen Magnus look so much awake. "Can I-" said Alec and laced his fingers with Magnus's. "Would it be okay if I stayed here tonight?"

"What about Jace and the others? Won't they know you're gone?"

"I'll deal with that later. Right now, I just want to stay here."

Magnus smiled and it lid up his entire face. "I'd like that too," he said and leaned forward to plant a kiss on Alec's cheek.

They stayed in Magnus's bed for the rest of the night, talking. Alec had been worried before. Worried about what this meant and how he would deal with it, but he didn't worry anymore. Everything was fine.

Lots of love! -s