So to all new comers who have never read anything I have ever wrote I hope you like my story and don't forget to review (you can skip the nonsense below)

To all my faithful Readers & Reviewers of Love Is Blind you are probably sitting behind your computer right now saying

"But Lexia why are you starting an all new story when you barely ever update your other one?"

My answer to you would be, "When inspiration strikes one must seize it!"

I was at a competition last weekend and we arrived early. Like 3 hours early...

And so my friends and I decided to be all cool and not go to Sonic and watch the peoples set up the infamous blue mat instead (all those who cheer know what I'm talking about)

To be honest we probably shouldn't have been there but... screw it I guess

And anyway they had to take down this really long piece of white fabric and being the poor country kids we are, we had to ask them what it was

Apparently it was a piece of "aerial silk" and after much googling/youtubing we found out people climb it and flip and do cool stuff

My friends went "Oh that's so cool! I bet since we are flyers and all we could do that!"

I thought "I bet I could turn that into Malec fic."

Thus this little piece of multi chaptered goodness because frankly I can't write one shots

But now to the fic

I hope you like this and please review to tell me if I should continue this or just delete it

~L.C

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Song for This Section~

I don't like newcomers. They always needed wakeup calls and couldn't keep on schedule which threw off everyone else. They were homesick for weeks and constantly wanted to complain or reminisce, both of which made me uncomfortable. Once they got over the homesickness and started to actually perform, no matter what talent they possessed, they always treated me like I was an idiot because I sometimes stuttered and I was only eighteen. Once they realized I wasn't an idiot and actually deserved to be the only aerialist considering I had been with the circus for 6 years, they always asked to many questions about my and the other performers pasts which for the most part we don't want to talk about and if I did finally get fed up with dancing around the injuries and I actually told my story, mostly in a harsh and bitter whisper, they always without a doubt wanted to say how sorry they were. I never wanted to hear their awkward words because my past was my past and to be truthful I liked to believe that my "old" life ended the second my dad kicked me out of the house for being gay and my little sister and brother for standing up to him and my new one started the second I walked under the blue and silver circus tent.

To sum it all up and be blunt, I hated new comers.

So I didn't exactly jump for joy when Luke, my employer and the ring master for Cirque des Ombres, pulled me aside and said in his usual calm tone, "Okay Alec, I found this guy off YouTube and he's an aerialist, "at this I gave him an impressive eye-roll and he acknowledged it with his own before continuing, "Oh don't look at me like that! I know you like doing your solo act and all but this guy has promise and from what I've seen from his videos he's not like all the other idiots I made you watch audition. Also I'm your boss so I already contacted him and he's auditioning tonight after we do the show and I need for you evaluate him because like I've explained to you every time we have this conversation, I have no idea about the mechanics of it all. All I know is what looks good to the audience."

I knew I couldn't exactly say no because refusing Luke was pointless. He would just ask my adoptive brother Jace, who was a trapeze artist, to evaluate this guy and Jace had less of an idea of how to work the silks then Luke did. Also, Jace was too nice and would probably tell this guy that he was good enough and get me stuck with an idiot who would get me killed. The whole thing was one big cluster fuck and I didn't know any other courses of action than grin and bear it so after a minute of silent cursing, I nodded my agreement to the shorter but older man.

"Thanks Alec, I promise this guy won't be that bad." Again I just nodded and Luke turned to go. His retreating plaid shirt and worn out jeans was a familiar sight that brought back memories of when I wasn't the one who was asked to evaluate but the one was asking to be evaluated.

Then a thought pieced my little bubble of the past and I called out to the retreating plaid shirt, "Hey what's this dude's name?"

All I got back in reply was, "Magnus, Magnus Bane."

Song For This Section~ Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley (Alec's song for his act)

Four hours later I was stretching in my tent that I had set up two days prior. The khaki walls were undecorated and just the way I wanted them. The only real sense of personalization was a framed photograph of myself, my little sister Isabelle, and Jace at the beach when we were all still in elementary school. The sight Isabelle's long braids and bright brown eyes free from makeup always made me feel better and I was glad that I had taken the photo before I got kicked out.

After I had warmed up and was stretched out I went over to the plain brown trunk that held all my other worldly possessions and my costume for tonight. The nude pair of stirrup tights with scrawling black lines and dots always made a blush rise to my cheeks as I stared at myself in the mirror before heading over to the big top. The way they clung to every inch of me wasn't my usual go to idea for clothing but I couldn't perform in my everyday raggedy sweater and jeans which hung off the back of a plain wooden chair labeled "Lightwood." No, this was all for the show and if making me wear tights and go bear chested kept my family off the streets then so be it.

Not that Jace's and Isabelle's acts couldn't keep themselves off the streets. Isabelle was a natural with the animals. People loved to watch her gracefully charm the beautiful white and black horses through fire and up onto their hind legs. It didn't hurt that she was a pretty as the horses she was commanding either. With her long stick straight raven hair that now hit her waist and tall frame, my baby sister was every straight guy's wet dream. I didn't like it but she did and she knew exactly how to wield her beauty to get her what she wanted and when she wanted it. Wrapping men around her finger was as easy as breathing for her, but I knew why she did deep down even if she didn't. She needed control and who was I to judge when I dropped 25 feet in the air with only a piece of fabric to keep me from hitting to floor?

Then there was Jace. His trapeze act with his girlfriend Clary was honestly our main attraction. They were an amazing duo as they flipped off the pulleys and platforms; Clary's red curls going flying as Jace tossed her in the air only to be caught moments later in his capable arms. Jace also possessed a sarcastic smirk and a body that dripped sex and made most women melt. If I was being honest, at one point it also made me melt, but I had long gotten past my unrealistic crush on Jace and it was another part of my past that I would rather forget than remember.

Leaving my tent and starting to cross the green expanse of grass barefoot left nothing to overtake my thoughts and so they slipped to the very boring subject of this Magnus guy that I would have to watch later. Part of me wanted to be a douche bag and not even consider him but there was the other big brother part of me that wanted to believe that maybe he might be good and we could be friends as well as duet partners. The whole thing wasn't worth my worry though so I forgot about it quickly and started thinking about the fact that my sister was now dating the guy at the drink bar, Seth or something. He dressed like a young Bono and had terrible taste in music as far as I could tell. Sam or whatever subjected me to nightly choruses from The Joshua Trees and Modest Mouse and there had been many a late night when I wanted to take my nine millimeter subcompact and put a piece of lead through his stereo.

Then to speak of the devil's girlfriend, I heard Isabelle call out from behind me, "Alec, wait up big bro! I need to talk to you about a certain sexy beast that you have to evaluate tonight!"

I frowned but stopped my march to the tent that was lite up from the inside and was starting to be filled with people in the late August heat. Isabelle caught up a second later, her black hair swinging out behind her. Her usual flowing white lace dress covered her from head to toe and I could just see the tip of her black slippers she used to keep her horses back safe when she stood on them. I prepared for her to jump lithe and gracefully on to my back and I wasn't disappointed as I felt her minimal weight press down against me and her long legs wrap around to lock her ankles in front. I continued walking after that, purposely ignoring her earlier comment about sexy beasts.

She didn't drop the subject long though. Only three or four feet later she piped up, "So what do you think of this new kid Magnus?"

I just shook my head at her. She was constantly trying to set me up with guys, even after my constant reminders of the fact that the beauty gene passed right by me. I was tall and muscular from 14 years of pulling my whole body weight up a piece of fabric. My black mop of hair was just as dark and straight as my sister's but mine never laid right and was always falling down over my eyes which were apparently my best feature. They were a dark bottle glass blue that, in Isabelle's words, "popped." I just thought they looked like blue eyes. My skin was whiter than milk which caused every god damn flush of color in my face to stand out like a stop sign. Like honestly how manly is it to blush? It's not and I got tired of hearing about it too.

While I had been caught up in my thoughts Isabelle kept talking and I just barely caught the tail end of what she had been saying, "-cute! I saw him from behind and god Alec! He's got an ass on him that one. And his outfit wa-"

I cut her off before she could go any further, "Yes Izzy let me jump him the moment I see him since you saw the sign on his back that read, 'Hello my names Magnus and I'm gay."

That got me a slap on my arm from where Izzy rested on my back. She still commented though with a suggestive shrug of her shoulders, "Let me just say I have never seen a straight man dress like that…"

"Oh this just gets better and better. Now he is apparently hot and dresses like a pride parade because we all know that's what I go for." If I was being a bit of a sarcastic ass whole, so be it.

Izzy didn't see my sarcasm as amusing though and I got another slap on the arm, but we were nearing the big top and I had to set her down so she could run over to the makeshift pen where her horses, Lana and Jasper made their home until show time. I kept moving toward the back entrance which radiated a warm yellow light.

Once I made it through and pushed past creepy old Hodge who was warming up his birds to their commands and past Maia in her clown make up and her many yappy dogs, I pushed aside the aquamarine curtain that separated the huge silver mat covered arena and the audience from the performers to see a packed house. A crowd of anxious faces looked around and I smiled to myself before retreating back behind the curtain.

I needed to powder my hands and feet and stretch a little bit more before line up so I made my way over to the back corner where the acrobats had set up a box of starch and a tiny mat to keep you off the floor and your costume clean. Once I got over there, I saw Jace and Clary fooling around while standing on said mat and I heard Clary's high giggle before I called, "God you two horny teenagers! Get a room or move because I need to stretch."

This got me two pairs of dirty looks but I just laughed and pushed past them to the plain black box filled with white powder. I threw some on my hands and clapped them together, creating a white cloud, and then sat down before repeating the process on my feet. After the dust had settled, I went through my basic stretches like my straddle, left and right spit, and then my middle split. Just as I rolled down into my bridge down, feeling the release in my back, and kicked my legs over before standing up, I heard Luke call out, "Line up in 2 minutes people! Damn it Hodge get that bird out from around my head!" the responding cry was lost in the hustle and bustle of people getting into their performance order. I went onto the arena floor in the middle Isabelle's act so I usually stood behind her but she hadn't returned from outside and warming up her horses. So I was stuck behind Celia and Meliorn, the current lion tamers. I didn't like either of them and in my opinion, Celia was a vindictive bitch so I avoided their quite conversation to just stand silently by myself.

Then I heard Luke's voice boom through the speakers on the other side of the curtain, "Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages! Be prepared to be amazed by the feats of angels and men right here at Cirque des Ombres!" I bounced on the balls of my feet, adrenaline beginning to pump through my body. Izzy showed up the next second and slipped in front of me. I saw Jace's golden head making his way toward us too and I grabbed Izzy's hand and showed her where I was looking. As soon as Jace and Clary showed up we all bowed our heads together and said in almost perfect unison, "Thank you god for this opportunity to show what we got and please let Alec, Jace, and Clary not fall on their ass and break their necks and please let Izzy not get her head kicked in when she tries to get them damn horses over that rail of fire. Most importantly lets go kick some fucking ass!" Then we stood up and fell into a group hug. Jace and Clary had to leave to go to their place a few spots behind us so after wishing them luck, me and Isabelle just stood in our spots and joked around.

"Hey Alec what is brown and sticky." I didn't know so I said as much and she replied, "A stick."

I genuinely laughed at that but I thought I had one better so I said, "Hey Izzy what did Batman say to Robin before they got in the Batmobile?' She didn't know so I said, "Get in the car."

We both laughed at that one, but then Meliorn and Celia were called out and we heard the roars of the tigers and the crack of the whip everyone knew had never touched those tigers because Luke's number one rule for all animal acts was that the animals be treated kindly.

Within no time, Izzy was called out and she ran onto the stage after giving me a reassuring smile. Stage assistants lead Lana and Jasper out then the curtain was pulled back into place, covering up Isabelle's performance. I knew what it looked like though after the many practices we had had together. We were the "dark haired duo" or so we had been nicknamed. Maybe if we had been able to leave each other's side in the first month, we might not be doing every act together but it was too late for that. We were now a package deal; well we would be if this Magnus kid was as crappy as I suspected he would be.

Before I could contemplate what it would be like to have another aerialist around, I was being pushed toward the door with supportive pats on the back following me out. As soon as the white light fell on me and I spotted Isabelle cantering towards me on the white mare while her black gelding stayed obediently by her side, I let my mundane worries fall away and my mind slipped into stage mode. Everything flowed from that point. I effortlessly grabbed Jasper's mane and swung myself up onto his back, locking arms with Isabelle. We went around the circle for a few rounds then I noticed the blue cloth begging to lower itself onto the arena and I gave Jasper the cue to rear the exact moment Izzy did and like a well-oiled machine, I hopped off Jasper's back and flipped midair to land on my feet. While Isabelle stood on Lana's back and continued to canter around the circle I made my way to the center where my silk now awaited me. I split it in half and pulled myself up, wrapping my feet up in the fabric as the first few chords of Jeff Buckley's masterpiece. Climbing up and up as the guitar solo played through the tent and Isabelle left to a resounding applause that drowned out the music for a second. Then as the first words were breathed through the speakers, I let my hands go slack and fell into a middle split. The audience gave an appreciative "oh," and I looked out into the crowd as I pulled myself back up, letting my feet untangle from the knots of fabric, catching the eyes of one particular man who gave me a wink which set me into a blush and made me be behind but I caught myself back up onto count quickly. This motion was repeated several times with several variations causing my arms and middle body to be wrapped up purposely before with a resounding gasp, I let everything go and fell to the bottom of the silk and landed with my arms outstretched and my feet pointed out above my head. The second to last note played out long and pure as I let myself fall to the ground and land on my feet but I kept my head down. Waiting for that pivotal moment when I knew I had them, then I snapped my head up and they crowd went wild.

I dipped my head again to take my bow and walked backwards until I felt the fabric curtain hit my back and I turned around, leaving the crowd and the cheers of "Blue Angel," behind me.

I spent the rest of the time until curtain call playing poker with a few of the stage hands and winning a few dollars in the process. Then there was curtain call and a bunch of bright lights. I never got as much out of curtain call as some of the other performers did but it was nice.

Song for this selection~E.T by Katy Perry (Magnus's performance song)

Through all the usual excitement of performing, I had totally forgotten about my prospected evaluation, but I was quickly reminded as Luke called me from where I was talking with Will, Jem, and Tessa, our resident fire breathers, to come back out. Once I made my way out to the arena, I spotted the man talking with Luke

He was long and willowy with graceful legs that were clad in black… sparkly tights and a muscular upper torso which was covered in a plum shirt. Then he turned around and I was absorbed in the most beautiful pair of green eyes. They were a rich emerald color with velvety streaks of gold running through them. I realized I was staring a second to late and I looked away as the blush crept up my cheeks.

Then Magnus spoke in a velvet voice that had a weird accent that I couldn't exactly pinpoint, "Nice to meet the Blue Angel in the flesh. "

I didn't know quite how to reply so I did what I always did which was stutter out, "Ugh-ugh thanks I guess. So y-you're an aerialist…"

This received a smile formed from full lips that made my heart stop. Izzy hadn't been exaggerating. Magnus was gorgeous and the original part of me that had been wanting to be a douche bag was slowly fading as I stared at the caramel skin and was being replaced by the other part only in a less big brother way.

Then the velvet was back as Magnus said, "Yes and I do believe that you are going to evaluate me?"

At this Luke, who had been standing there watching the exchange with mild interest, said, "Yes Magnus. Actually I want to start that evaluation right now. I think you had music right?" Magnus gave an affirming nod in Luke's direction but his gaze was still locked with mine. Luke seemed to ignore this before continuing, "Great. Then just give your music player to that guy over there. His names Shane and we can get this show on the road because I do believe we all want to get to sleep sometime soon."

Magnus let out a small laugh which I didn't quite get but I watched as he gracefully moved over to wear Shane with his mop of curly black hair was waiting. An exchange was made and they shared a brief word before Magnus made his way back to the center where the now silver silk had already been lowered onto the mat.

The ascending music started as Magnus skillfully climbed up the silk and I slowly started to walk under his ascending body in a circle. I looked over his form and

At least he could climb up without looking like a dying lizard.

Then he hit his first position which flew out his arms behind him and he fell easily into a left split.

Another mental check off for flexible.

He continued to pull himself up higher before wrapping a foot and forming his arms and legs into a triangle and slowly sliding down in a spiral. The move was ballsy and hard. It had taken me a year to master it, let alone perform it with the elegance Magnus was.

As I watched him I knew I was being a hard ass and trying to find something wrong but there really wasn't. Every arch of his back or twist of his arm held all the power of an avenging angel. When the background music reached the final chorus and the first of many pounding back beats hit Magnus let his body, which had been winding its self purposely into a pocket of fabric, fall in a graceful tumble of silk. I couldn't help but let out an appreciative "oh," as I watched the progression. It was glorious but while I was caught up in the twisting and flying silk, I didn't notice Magnus's trajectory. So when he landed with his feet in a v above us and his face upside down in front of me I couldn't help but gasp. Our faces were inches apart and I felt the rush of peppermint as he smiled, breathing hard.

All I could say through the scarlet flush coloring my cheeks was, "Welcome to the circus Magnus."

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*Hides behind Alec*

Gosh I hope that was good. It was a beast chapter and took forever to write.

Please tell me whether I should even attempt to make this into anything or whether I should just drop it

I need you help guys!

~L.C