This is Magnus and Alec's first kiss scene sent through several layers of Google Translate... I don't even know... El Brujo=Magnus (?), Easy=Izzy and Jose=Jace WE DO NOT OWN THIS


Magnus is equally at home Alec edab name on Monday under the wall. Sam. The name does not really seem to suit Magnus, he thought that now he knew. If you really can say they know someone when he attended one of the parties, once, and then saving the life of late, but really do not hang around thanks. But the name Magnus bone made him think about how big number, big shoulders and a long robes and red varlokk, calling down fire and lightning. Himself he can not Magnus, who was more a cross between Panther and insane eleven. Alec has a deep breath and let it out. Well, you come away from this, I might as well continue. Bare bulb hanging radical turning it upside down and projected the shadows as he reached out and pressed bell. Minutes later, a voice qalinmaal steps. "Varlokk those calls high?" "Because," said Alec. "It is me. I mean, Alec lightvood Alec .." It was a kind of silence, as if the threshold was surprised. Then ping, and the second door open, leave it on the stairs. He headed for the stairs injuries such as in the dark, and smelled like pizza and dust. The second floor landing is bright, open door at the end of another. Magnus bone was on the door. Compared to the first time I saw Alec was a regular. Without black hair was still standing in the grain and looked sleepy, face, even cat eyes, very small. It was wrapped in black shirt with the words of one million dollars election chest, in Sequins and jeans that hung on his hips, low enough that Alec looked away, down at your shoes you. He was bored. "Alexander lightvood," said Magnus. Only a dialect least, that Alec can not put his finger on kadense cod. "To what do I owe not pleased?" Alec looked past Magnus. "Do you have - company?" Magnus hands, and good for biseps crossed and leaned on the door. "What do you want to know?" "I was hoping I could come to you and talk to you." "Huuuum." Eye of Magnus up and down. Truly to shine dark, like a cat. . "Well, okay then" suddenly turned and disappeared into the house, after the second alarm, and Alec. Surface appeared opposite hundred bodies are not producing. It was - and also, is not normal, but it may be the type of space you occupy as the nests, which has a large central hall is divided into "rooms" with assigned group. Mobile pakastin square and tables to the right, which Magnus physical Alec. Alec sat in the seat of velvet and gold with elegant arms arabeskves board. "Do you want tea?" Asked Magnus. Do you sit in a chair, but throw on a European tufted, long legs stretched out in front of him. Alec nadid. He was unable to say anything. Anything interesting or intelligent, that. Always was Jose who has any reasonable interesting. Jose is parabatai and be all the glory he needed or wanted: a black star in other supernovaer. But this was not a Jose him go, Jose does not have any help. "Of course." In his right hand suddenly felt hot. He looked down and I was with Joe sdaa paper cup, a coffee art. It smelled the smell like Chai. He jumped, and not escaped Spilling on yourself. "By the angel -" "I love that phrase," said Magnus. "It is so old fashioned." Alec staring at him. "Did you steal this tea?" Magnus eyes tirayna question. "So," he said. "Why are you here to stay?" Alec has a sip of tea stolen. "I want to thank you," he said, when he came for the weather. "To save my life." Magnus leaned back in his hands. Shirt rode home with the stomach, and this time Alec had another place to look. "Do you want to thank me." "You saved my life," said Alec again. "But I was delirious, I really do not think we are now. Realize you do not have that they do. So, thank you." Magnus raising eyebrows disappeared into wrinkled. "You ..." Alec site is south. "Maybe I should go." Magnus Saturday, "When you now?, All the way to Brooklyn to come, you come to thank me?" He smiled. "That would be a waste of time." He reached out his hand Alec Buck, to brush his thumb along tsheekbone made. Feel like you are in contact with fire, training tendrils of spark in Gu'dhalad. Alec stood surprise - surprise at the Range, and wondered what effect they are having on. Magnus eye 'down, and his hand down. "Hah," said Christ. "What is?" Alec was very worried that something bad would suddenly. "What is?" "You're just ..." moving shadow behind her Magnus, with lawado of liquids, witch turned and kept the cat small white and gray floor online. Bisadan bent corners of his arm and looked at Alec regarded with suspicion. Now, the two pairs of eyes trained dark green gold. "Do what I expected." "As a shadovhunter?" "Oh lightvood." "I do not know that you knew my family that well." "I know his family for hundreds of years." Eye of Magnus look on his face. "Now your sister, she lightvood K. -. ' "I told him I would." "What is?" "Easy. Sister. Told me that you liked me. Cairo well, I wish." "I love you, I love you?" Magnus buried him and started to cat fur. "Sorry. Estimate we now? Do you remember any Isabelle ..." "Said Jose, too." Alec is open, it was the only way he knew how to be. "I love you. That when you leave here, do not you think that I am very disappointed that he was. This never happened." "Do good, good." Alec is inasheeq. "No - I mean ... Jose Jose is." "He struggled," said Magnus. .. "But you are absolutely free of corruption lightvood That is a problem 'always kind of spiritual family, such as low - earn borgyas, but I do not lie flat on your face, I feel everything you say .. it is easier. " Alec early on. "You will go out with me?" Magnus alone. "See, that's what I have. Simple." Lawn her lip and said nothing Alec. "Why do you want me to date?" Asked Magnus. Head faint Chairman Meow, fingers long and folding down the cat ears. "Not that I do not very desirable, but as you asked, it was as if you have some kind of fit -" "I just do," said Alec. "I thought you were like me, so I would yes, and you can try - I mean, I try to -" He put his hands on his face. "Maybe this was a mistake." Cool Magnus thin. "Someone you know you gay?" Alec shook his head, he found he was breathing a little hard to track. But I can not, do not refuse? When I come here to do the exact opposite? "Clarey," said hoarseli. "What ... was an accident. And Easy, but they never say anything." "It is not your parents. Jose is not?" Alec thought Jose knew and pushed the thought away, hard and fast. "No, I do not want to know, especially Jose." "I suppose you could say." Magnus faint Chairman Meow under the chin. "He went to pieces like a puzzle when he thought he would die cares -." "I do not interrupt." Alec was still breathing quickly. The knees of jeans is creative, has been looted. "I never had a date," he said quietly. "Never kiss a .. Never Easy said, i liked you and I thought -" "Do unsimpathetik., But I do not like, because this is not a gay business resources that can be cast at any man and he will be fine because it's a girl. 'D People like people who do have more" . Alec thought back to this room, which was the frenzy of pain and poison when Magnus had come to the place always has hardly recognized him. I was pretty sure that he was screaming for their parents, because Jose, for Easy, but his voice only a whisper would come. He remembered Magnus' hands, fingers her cool and light. He goes on to shed still on the wrist of Magnus, hours and hours, even after the pain is gone and I knew I would be fine for you. He remembered watching Magnus 'face' in the light of the sun, the dawn of a golden golden eyes heavy, and thinking how strange it was a beautiful cat and browse through grace. "Yes," said Alec. "I love you." Set met Magnus Square. El brujo looked at him with a sort of curiosity and still love and confusion. "It is very surprising," said Magnus. "Genetics of his eyes, the color -." He stopped and shook his head. "Lightvood blue eyes out?" "Green - a monster to enter," Magnus said, and laughed. Chairman Meow the transfusion, and cuts great to Alec, and faint against the leg. "The governor will love you." "Is that good?" "I never go to any cat will not like," Magnus said easily, and rose. "So, let's say Friday night?" Big wave of relief washed over Alec. "REALLY? Come with me?" Magnus shook his head. "You have to keep playing hard to get, Alexander. Firm." He just laughed. The representative of the actor as Jose's - not to look nothing alike, but the kind of smile illuminated his face completely. "Come on, you go out." Alec badewedu after Magnus front door, feeling as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, one that does not even know he had. Of course I would like to find an excuse to where I was Friday night, something Jose willing to participate in something would caasiamdda. Or it may be just be patient and escape. I so lost in thought that struck near the front door, and Magnus dependent, eyes completely Crescent staring. "What is?" Alec said. "Never kiss anyone?" Magnus said. "No one at all?" "No," Alec said, hoping that this was not to be required to be dateable. "I do not really kiss -" "Come here." Magnus took him by the elbow and pulled him close. During the entire life by Alec was kanaxow feeling of being so close to another person, the type of person who wants to be around for so long. Magnus was long and thin, but not thin, and the body is hard, muscular arms and light, but strong, and he was one or two more than Alec, which never happened, and fit in perfectly inches. Magnus finger under the chin, and garkooda his face, and then they kiss. Alec heard xidhkiisa a sintay little from his own neck, and then his mouth was pressed by type of emergency at hand. Magnus, Alec thought dazedli, really knew what he was doing. His lips were soft, and he parted Alec Oolool exploring his mouth: Symphony of the lips, teeth, tongue, not all movement from the straight and ending Alec knew he had nerves. He received the middle finger, touch the device so that the skin was born in an attempt to avoid looking at before, and cervical his hands under Magnus Magnus shirt. Magnus shook with surprise, then relax, his hands running down the arms Alec over his chest, waist, finding the belt loops of jeans and used to Alec close. Speaking after weight Alec Alec mouth and felt the warm lips on his neck where the skin is so sensitive that it was directly connected to the bones of the legs, and about to give out. Before he dropped on the floor, Magnus let him go. His eyes were set, insights and so was his mouth. "Now to be kissed," she said, came to him from behind, and the door opened. "See you Friday?" Alec cleared his throat. He felt dizzy, but he also felt alive - blood rushing, persuasion as vehicle speed up, everything darradaas almost too bright. When he came out the door, he turned and looked at Magnus, who watched bimiuzd. He stepped up and took the first of the former finance Magnus and water varlokk him. Magnus stumbled against him, and Alec kissed him, hard and fast and messy and not really, but anything. He pulled Magnus against him by the hand to a particular including, Magnus and felt his heart stutter. He broke kissing, and withdrew. "Friday," he said, and let Magnus go. He fell down the stairs, Magnus looked after. El brujo crossed his arms over shirt - feto where Alec has access - and shook his head, smiled. "Lightvood," said Magnus. "They always had the last word." He closed the door behind him, and Alec ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time, his blood still singing in his ears like music.


This is the actual scene:

Standing in the stairwell of Magnus' home, Alec stared at the name written under the buzzer on the wall. BANE. The name didn't really seem to suit Magnus, he thought, not now that he knew him. If you could really be said to know someone when you'd attended one of their parties, once, and then they'd saved your life later but hadn't really hung around to be thanked. But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock's robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf. Alec took a deep breath and let it out. Well, he'd come this far; he might as well go on. The bare lightbulb hanging overhead cast sweeping shadows as he reached forward and pressed the buzzer. A moment later a voice echoed through the stairwell. "WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?" "Er," Alec said. "It's me. I mean, Alec. Alec Lightwood." There was a sort of silence, as if even the hallway itself were surprised. Then a ping, and the second door opened, letting him out onto the stairwell. He headed up the rickety stairs into the darkness, which smelled like pizza and dust. The second floor landing was bright, the door at the far end open. Magnus Bane was leaning in the entryway. Compared to the first time Alec has seen him, he looked fairly normal. His black hair still stood up in spikes, and he looked sleepy; his face, even with its cat's eyes, very young. He wore a black t-shirt with the words ONE MILLION DOLLARS picked out across the chest in sequins, and jeans that hung low on his hips, low enough that Alec looked away, down at his own shoes. Which were boring. "Alexander Lightwood," said Magnus. He had just the faintest trace of an accent, something Alec couldn't put his finger on, a lilt to his vowels. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Alec looked past Magnus. "Do you have — company?" Magnus crossed his arms, which did good things for his biceps, and leaned against the side of the door. "Why do you want to know?" "I was hoping I could come in and talk to you." "Hmmm." Magnus' eyes raked him up and down. They really did shine in the dark, like a cat's. "Well, all right then." He turned abruptly away and disappeared into the apartment; after a startled moment, Alec followed. The loft looked different without a hundred churning bodies in it. It was — well, not ordinary, but the sort of space someone might live in. Like most lofts, it had a big central room split into "rooms" by groupings of furniture. There was a square collection of sofas and tables off to the right, which Magnus gestured Alec toward. Alec sat down on a gold velvet sofa with elegant wooden curlicues on the arms. "Would you like some tea?" Magnus asked. He wasn't sitting in a chair, but had sprawled himself on a tufted ottoman, his long legs stretched out in front of him. Alec nodded. He felt incapable of saying anything. Anything interesting or intelligent, that was. It was always Jace who said the interesting, intelligent things. He was Jace's parabatai and that was all the glory he needed or wanted: like being the dark star to someone else's supernova. But this was somewhere Jace couldn't go with him, something Jace couldn't help him with. "Sure." His right hand felt suddenly hot. He looked down, and realized he was holding a waxed paper cup from Joe, the Art of Coffee. It smelled like chai. He jumped, and only barely escaped spilling on himself. "By the Angel —" "I LOVE that expression," said Magnus. "It's so quaint." Alec stared at him. "Did you steal this tea?" Magnus ignored the question. "So," he said. "Why are you here?" Alec took a gulp of the stolen tea. "I wanted to thank you," he said, when he came up for air. "For saving my life." Magnus leaned back on his hands. His t-shirt rode up over his flat stomach, and this time Alec had nowhere else to look. "You wanted to thank me." "You saved my life," Alec said, again. "But I was delirious, and I don't think I really thanked you. I know you didn't have to do it. So thank you." Magnus' eyebrows had disappeared up into his hairline. "You're . . .welcome?" Alec set his tea down. "Maybe I should go." Magnus sat up. "After you came so far? All the way to Brooklyn? Just to thank me?" He was grinning. "Now that would be a wasted effort." He reached out and put his hand to Alec's cheek, his thumb brushing along the cheekbone. His touch felt like fire, training tendrils of sparks in its wake. Alec sat frozen in surprise — surprise at the gesture, and surprise at the effect it was having on him. Magnus' eyes narrowed, and he dropped his hand. "Huh," he said to himself. "What?" Alec was suddenly very worried that he'd done something wrong. "What is it?" "You're just . . ." A shadow moved behind Magnus; with fluid agility, the warlock twisted around and picked up a small gray and white tabby cat from the floor. The cat curled into the crook of his arm and looked at Alec with suspicion. Now two pairs of gold-green eyes were trained on him darkly. "Not what I expected." "From a Shadowhunter?" "From a Lightwood." "I didn't realize you knew my family that well." "I've known your family for hundreds of years." Magnus' eyes searched his face. "Now your sister, she's a Lightwood. You—' "She said you liked me." "What?" "Izzy. My sister. She told me you liked me. Liked me, liked me." "Liked you, liked you?" Magnus buried his grin in the cat's fur. "Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don't recall saying anything to Isabelle . . ." "Jace said it too." Alec was blunt; it was the only way he knew how to be. "That you liked me. That when he buzzed up here, you thought he was me and you were disappointed that it was him. That never happens." "Doesn't it? Well, it should." Alec was startled. "No — I mean Jace, he's . . . Jace." "He's trouble," said Magnus. "But you are totally without guile. Which in a Lightwood, is a conundrum. You've always been a plotting sort of family, like low-rent Borgias. But there isn't a lie in your face. I get the feeling everything you say is straightforward." Alec leaned forward. "Do you want to go out with me?" Magnus blinked. "See, that's what I mean. Straightforward." Alec chewed his lip and said nothing. "Why do you want to go out with me?" Magnus inquired. He was rubbing Chairman Meow's head, his long fingers folding the cat's ears down. "Not that I'm not highly desirable, but the way you asked, it seemed as if you were having some sort of fit —" "I just do," Alec said. "And I thought you liked me, so you'd say yes, and I could try — I mean, we could try —" He put his face in his hands. "Maybe this was a mistake." Magnus' voice was gentle. "Does anyone know you're gay?" Alec's head jerked up; he found he was breathing a little hard, as if he'd run a race. But what could he do, deny it? When he'd come here to do exactly the opposite? "Clary," he said, hoarsely. "Which is . . . Which was an accident. And Izzy, but she'd never say anything." "Not your parents. Not Jace?" Alec thought about Jace knowing, and pushed the thought away, hard and fast. "No. No, and I don't want them to know, especially Jace." "I think you could tell him." Magnus rubbed Chairman Meow under the chin. "He went to pieces like a jigsaw puzzle when he thought you were going to die. He cares —" "I'd rather not." Alec was still breathing quickly. He rubbed at the knees of his jeans with his fists. "I've never had a date," he said in a low voice. "Never kissed anyone. Not ever. Izzy said you liked me and I thought —" "I'm not unsympathetic. But do you like me? Because this being gay business doesn't mean you can just throw yourself at any guy and it'll be fine because he's not a girl. There are still people you like and people you don't." Alec thought of his bedroom back at the Institute, of being in a delirium of pain and poison when Magnus had come in. He had barely recognized him. He was fairly sure he'd been screaming for his parents, for Jace, for Izzy, but his voice would only come out on a whisper. He remembered Magnus' hands on him, his fingers cool and gentle. He remembered the death-grip he'd kept on Magnus' wrist, for hours and hours, even after the pain had passed and he knew he would be all right. He remembered watching Magnus' face in the light of the rising sun, the gold of sunrise sparking gold out of his eyes, and thinking how oddly beautiful he was, with his cat's gaze and grace. "Yes," Alec said. "I like you." He met Magnus' gaze squarely. The warlock was looking at him with a sort of admixture of curiosity and affection and puzzlement. "It's so odd," Magnus said. "Genetics. Your eyes, that color —" He stopped and shook his head. "The Lightwoods you knew didn't have blue eyes?" "Green-eyed monsters," said Magnus, and grinned. He deposited Chairman Meow on the ground, and the cat moved over to Alec, and rubbed against his leg. "The Chairman likes you." "Is that good?" "I never date anyone my cat doesn't like," Magnus said easily, and stood up. "So let's say Friday night?" A great wave of relief came over Alec. "Really? You want to go out with me?" Magnus shook his head. "You have to stop playing hard to get, Alexander. It makes things difficult." He grinned. He had a grin like Jace's — not that they looked anything alike, but the sort of grin that lit up his whole face. "Come on, I'll walk you out." Alec drifted after Magnus toward the front door, feeling as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders, one he hadn't even known he was carrying. Of course he'd have to come up with an excuse for where he was going Friday night, something Jace wouldn't want to participate in, something he'd need to do alone. Or he could pretend to be sick and sneak out. He was so lost in thought he almost banged into the front door, which Magnus was leaning against, looking at him through eyes narrowed to crescents. "What is it?" Alec said. "Never kissed anyone?" Magnus said. "No one at all?" "No," said Alec, hoping this didn't disqualify him from being datable. "Not a real kiss —" "Come here." Magnus took him by the elbows and pulled him close. For a moment Alec was entirely disoriented by the feeling of being so close to someone else, to the kind of person he'd wanted to be close to for so long. Magnus was long and lean but not skinny; his body was hard, his arms lightly muscled but strong; he was an inch or so taller than Alec, which hardly ever happened, and they fit together perfectly. Magnus' finger was under his chin, tilting his face up, and then they were kissing. Alec heard a small hitching gasp come from his own throat and then their mouths were pressed together with a sort of controlled urgency. Magnus, Alec thought dazedly, really knew what he was doing. His lips were soft, and he parted Alec's expertly, exploring his mouth: a symphony of lips, teeth, tongue, every movement waking up a nerve ending Alec had never known he had. He found Magnus' waist with his fingers, touching the strip of bare skin he'd been trying to avoid looking at before, and slid his hands up under Magnus' shirt. Magnus jerked with surprise, then relaxed, his hands running down Alec's arms, over his chest, his waist, finding the belt loops on Alec's jeans and using them to pull him closer. His mouth left Alec's and Alec felt the hot pressure of his lips on his throat, where the skin was so sensitive that it seemed directly connected to the bones in his legs, which were about to give out. Just before he slid to the floor, Magnus let him go. His eyes were shining and so was his mouth. "Now you've been kissed," he said, reached behind him, and yanked the door open. "See you Friday?" Alec cleared his throat. He felt dizzy, but he also felt alive — blood rushing through his veins like traffic at top speed, everything seemingly almost too brightly colored. As he stepped through the door, he turned and looked at Magnus, who was watching him bemusedly. He reached forward and took hold of the front of Magnus' t-shirt and dragged the warlock toward him. Magnus stumbled against him, and Alec kissed him, hard and fast and messy and unpracticed, but with everything he had. He pulled Magnus against him, his own hand between them, and felt Magnus' heart stutter in his chest. He broke off the kiss, and drew back. "Friday," he said, and let Magnus go. He backed away, down the landing, Magnus looking after him. The warlock crossed his arms over his shirt — wrinkled where Alec had grabbed it — and shook his head, grinning. "Lightwoods," Magnus said. "They always have to have the last word." He shut the door behind him, and Alec ran down the steps, taking them two at a time, his blood still singing in his ears like music.