Hey. This is a Malec one-shot I got the idea for somewhere. It's not my best work exactly, but I'm told it's cute.
This takes place the day or the day after the Lightwoods move to New York.
Magnus Bane cradled the infant in his arms. He couldn't be more than nine months old, and small for his age. The child had a mop of black hair and sparkling blue eyes. And he was about to cry.
Magnus looked up to see Maryse Lightwood eyeing him with distrust. Of course she was. A warlock was holding her baby boy.
"What's his name?" The High Warlock of Brooklyn asked.
"Alexander Gideon." Maryse said.
Magnus looked down at the boy. The infant started to whimper. Definitely about to cry.
"Now, Alexander, don't you cry." the Warlock scolded gently. And to his amazement, he did.
"Thank the Angel." breathed Maryse. "He's been crying since we got here."
"Well he's not going to cry anymore, are you Alec?" Magnus said, in what was definitely not a coo. Alexander smiled the way babies do, and reached up to Magnus. The warlock felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth.
"Alec?" Maryse asked. Magnus shrugged with one shoulder, careful not to upset Alexander.
"Alexander is a fine name, but it's also a bit of a mouthful, isn' it?"
"I guess so." Magnus could tell that Maryse was trying not to sound offended. "You're here to discuss Clave business, not coddle my son." She spread her hands palm-down on the desk. Magnus was oddly relived that she didn't ask for her son back.
"As High Warlock of Brooklyn, both the Clave and the Enclave..." Her voice took on the condescending, holier-than-thou (though in a way that was correct) tone that the Nephilim were famous for. It was a standard speech about his duties and the expectations of the Clave and Enclave, and a few indents that had occurred among Downworlders recently. He nodded, agreed or said what was expected of him at the right times, but he wasn't really paying more attention than he needed to.
"And that concludes our business here. Now, Warlock Bane, can I please have my son back?" The new head of the New York Institute asked. Magnus hadn't exactly forgotten he was holding Alexander. It had just felt so natural he hadn't really noticed much.
"Of course, Mrs Lightwood." Magnus said. He lifted Alexander so their eyes were level. He looked deep into the infant's curious blue eyes, and said, "You're going to behave for you mother, aren't you Alec?" It was more like a statement than a question. In reply the little Shadowhunter made a sound that couldn't be described as anything other than cute, and reached out to tangle his tiny fingers in the warlock's hair. Magnus laughed as he untangled the boy's fingers from his hair and handed him back to his mother.
"You have a beautiful son, Mrs Lightwood. You should be proud. I'm sure he'll be a great Shadowhunter."
As Magnus left the Institute, he noticed his arms felt oddly light. Empty. He'd grown so used to the weight of little Alexander he was missing it now it was gone. He shook his head and hurried home.
So there it is. Magnus and Alec's first meeting. This is the result of having nothing to do in class or on the bus. By then it kind of had me. And this is the end result.
I really do hate to say this, but please review. Reviews make writers very very happy people, and if a writer is happy they'll write more. You know what they say. A review a day keeps the writers block away. And writers block is a truly horrible affliction.
See-ya later. Maybe.
