A/N - Hey guys, so I decided I would finally write a story about the cutest couple ever - Malec! This story is somewhat AU; in that it doesn't follow the plot of the book, but it is still in the Shadowhunter world. Hope you like it!
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Alec sighed as he stared down at his hands; hands which had still never managed to kill a demon, even after so many years of Shadowhunter training. He knew he wasn't even close to as good as his prestigious sister Isabelle Lightwood, let alone his even more renowned Parabatai and adopted brother, Jace Wayland. They were well on their way to becoming the Clave's top warriors, while Alec was, well, ...not. And on most days, he was okay with that, letting Jace and Isabelle attack from the front while he protected them from the back. He was fine with not being in the limelight, but still, there were days when he just felt utterly useless. Days when he questioned his position as a Shadowhunter. Today was one of those days. He wondered if there was someone out there who would do a much better job than him, only was never given the chance.
'Probably,' Alec thought. 'Anyone's better than me. Even a mundie could kill a demon better than I can.'
Alec stood up from the bench he was sitting on in the park and began walking over to the nearest Starbucks. He was in a terrible mood, a mood that only coffee could even temporarily fix. He pushed open the door; ... and almost had a heart attack. He was faced with the most alluring set of greenish-gold eyes on the most attractive face - plus the most perfectly sculpted body he had ever seen in his life. He forgot where he was, and what he was doing. He forgot all of his problems, that only a moment before, had been driving him insane. Alec even forgot how to breathe. He knew he must've looked like a complete idiot, standing there, holding the door wide open, his jaw dropped all the way to the floor. The man in front of him chuckled, a sound that made Alec want to faint from an overdose of gorgeousness.
"Well, darling, are you just going to stand there all day? You'll catch more than a few flies - maybe even a plane or two if you don't move." The man smiled wryly. "Plus, you're blocking the door. That's kind of the only way out, if you don't mind." Alec immediately snapped his mouth shut and tried to pull himself together.
"S-sorry," he managed to get out, "I'll get out of your way."
"Hmmm, thank you, sweetie," drawled the man. "You're lucky you're cute, I normally can't stand having people stand in my magnificent path."
'It's more than magnificent,' thought Alec, 'Wait, what? He said I was...'
"C-cute?" Alec silently cursed himself for sounding like a blathering idiot in front of this perfection.
The man, who had already started walking away, turned slowly and threw Alec a glittery wink.
"Absolutely, darling."
And with that, he was gone. Alec took a deep breath, suddenly recalling that breathing was, in fact, a critical part of life, and if he didn't use said important life skill, he would die. He heard laughter behind him. It was coming from the girl who worked the cashier.
"Magnus does have that effect on people," she said, giving Alec a knowing smirk, "you'll be thinking about him for the rest of your life now."
Alec shook his head violently.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not..."
"Gay?" the girl finished his sentence for him. "You can say what you like, but I know what I saw."
Alec just stood there, staring at her in shock, and then proceeded to turn on his heel and run out of there. He needed to breathe. And think. And take a cold shower. He started to walk back towards his home, the Institute, with only one thing on his mind: the mysterious Magnus.
Magnus chuckled to himself as he walked - no, strutted, down the street towards his home. Damn, that boy had been gorgeous. There was something about him that made Magnus never want to stop looking at him. And his eyes; they were like the ocean, captured into two beautiful orbs and mixed with the sky. He could easily get lost in those. In all his years as a warlock, he'd never seen anyone who intrigued him as much as that boy in the coffee shop. As he headed towards his apartment, he wondered who that adorable, mysterious boy had been, and if he would ever see him again.
Isabelle Lightwood stared at herself in the mirror and adjusted her weapons. She looked in the mirror behind her and addressed the blonde who was casually fixing his hair.
"I wonder if the Clave's found a solution to the problem yet."
The blonde, none other than the notorious Jace Wayland, gave her a cocky smile.
"I hope so. And I hope that it will involve some demon-butt kicking."
Isabelle turned to face her golden adopted brother.
"Doesn't it always? And we're the best for the job, and everyone knows that." She grinned devilishly. "Now, if you're done primping, Little Miss Goldilocks, let's go and see what the Clave wanted to talk to us about."
Jace's mouth dropped open and he reached out to smack Isabelle on the arm, but she dodged out of the way just in time. As she strode out of the door, she tossed her head over her shoulder haughtily.
"Face it, pretty boy, you'll just never get your hair as perfect as mine."
And with that she turned tail and ran, laughing, with Jace hot on her trail.
They approached the doors of the Clave's meeting room panting and out of breath.
"Come on," gasped Isabelle, "let's not keep them waiting for too much longer - they already had to wait for you to make yourself pretty for long enough!"
Jace huffed indignantly.
"I'll have you know that this beauty comes naturally. I don't have to do anything. I just automatically look perfect all the time."
"Ok, have it your way... Whatever you need to tell yourself to be able to sleep at night."
Jace threw her yet another glare as she pushed the heavy doors open.
"Ah, and here are our two best warriors," said Maryse Lightwood, their mother. "We thought you would never show up."
Isabelle shot Jace a look.
"Uh, we were... delayed," said Jace quickly, before she could speak. Then an idea popped into his head and he gave his sister a mischievous look. "Izzy was trying to cook, and she wanted me to eat some of her spaghetti. I'm sure you all understand."
The members of the Clave shifted nervously. All of them had been subjected to Isabelle Lightwood's horrendous cooking at least once in their life, and it was an experience that none of them wanted to repeat. Maryse smiled lightly.
"Of course. Isabelle, dear, I'm sure it was lovely spaghetti, but, um.. I think that Jace has had enough to eat, don't you think?"
Isabelle gave her mom an angelic look.
"Then perhaps you would like some? In fact, why don't I go and get it right now?"
The Clave members were now all shooting Maryse panicked looks.
"Um, that won't be necessary," Maryse said quickly, before Isabelle could leave the room, "we were just about to give you your new assignment. We have determined that there is a spell in the Book of the White that can help us to defeat the demons more efficiently, and also another one that may be able to help us locate whatever is controlling these attacks. We know that typical demons working on their own could never be as organized as these demons are, so we believe there is a higher power functioning behind the scenes, and we need to figure out who it is and what they are trying to accomplish."
Jace and Isabelle looked at each other and nodded.
"Okay, so what does this have to do with us?"
"As you may know, the Book of the White's location has not been determined," continued Maryse. "We have assumed that it has been hidden by magic, and is therefore out of our power to find. We need a warlock, someone well trained in the ways of magic, to assist us. And lucky for us, the High Warlock lives right here in Brooklyn."
Isabelle looked confused.
"Really? I've never noticed a warlock around here before."
"That is most likely because you weren't looking for one," answered Maryse. "Regardless, we need the help of the warlock, Magnus Bane, in order to acquire the Book. The catch is that warlocks don't come cheap, especially when they're the High Warlock. I'm sure you are aware that we are tight on money, since we have been concentrating everything into the efforts against the demon hordes, so paying him with money will be tough. However, you may be able to strike a deal with him. Sometimes, warlocks need items or potions that can only be found on certain demons. If he desires any such items as payment, then you two are the most capable of acquiring the items, since the demons that possess these things are the more dangerous and powerful demons. Therefore, you two need to find Magnus and petition him for his services."
Jace grinned.
"No problem, Mom. You'll have the warlock in no time."
Jace practically dragged Isabelle out the door.
"Come on, let's go! I've been so bored this past week - it's time for some action!"
They ran out the doors of the Institute, ready to face this high-and-mighty warlock, ... and almost crashed into Alec, who was still returning to the Institute. He looked at them confusedly.
"Where are you two off to?"
"We're going to see a warlock! Come with us!" said Isabelle, excitedly.
"Well, I'm not going to let you two go alone and then get ambushed by demons, so I guess I'll come," Alec agreed. "Are we taking the car?"
Jace stopped in his tracks.
"Well, we were just going to run all the way there, but a car sounds great, now that you mention it."
Alec just rolled his eyes. Leave it to Jace to forget common sense.
"Well, come on then!"
When they arrived at the warlock's address, Alec dropped Jace and Isabelle off at the door.
"I'll be right back. I just gotta park the car."
Jace and Isabelle headed towards the door and pressed the buzzer.
"WHO DARES TO TRESPASS ON MY DOMAIN?!" boomed a voice.
Jace cleared his throat and replied, "Uh, we're Shadowhunters, and we need your help."
The door swung open, revealing a man dressed in extremely flamboyant clothing, and to top that off, was coated in glitter.
"Hmm, haven't helped the Nephilim in a long time," he grunted. "Alright, what do you want?"
Isabelle stepped forward.
"We need you to find the Book of the White."
Magnus's eyes widened.
"And how much are you willing to pay me? Because that is something that I will not do for cheap pay."
"Um, well, we were hoping to maybe get you exclusive demon items?" said Isabelle nervously.
"Darling, did you really think that the High Warlock of Brooklyn was not capable of killing demons himself? No, I don't need your help with anything. It's money, or nothing."
Jace and Isabelle looked at each other hopelessly.
"I.." Jace began to say something, but couldn't think of anything worthwhile to say. Just then, Alec came around the corner. "Hey, Alec. How nice of you to finally show up."
"Hey, guys. Did I miss anyth..." Alec trailed off. How was this possible? There, in front of him stood the same alluring man from before.
"M-Magnus?"
The man appeared equally as shocked.
"You're a Shadowhunter?"
Jace and Isabelle just looked at each other, both feeling very confused.
"What's going on?"
Magnus looked down at them mischievously.
"Tell you what. I'll help you find the Book, but only on one condition - Blue Eyes here goes on a date with me."
Alec's jaw hit the floor.
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A/N - Hehe :) Cliffie!
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