And now I present to my fellow Mortal Instrument lovers my very first MI fic! (Now you cheer.) After racking my brain for months on what to write about, I finally decided to write a fic about the two greatest characters in all of history: Magnus and Alec! (Now you cheer again.) Originally, this was supposed to be a oneshot, but when my fingers wouldn't stop typing, I decided to split it into a couple of chapters. At the moment, I'm not exactly sure how long this will be.

Please excuse any OOC-ness you might find, as well as any grammar or spelling mistakes. And also excuse the dry bits of humor.

This fic is rated T, so there is nothing explicit. Only slight references and implications are made.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the MI world. If I did, I would be the luckiest person on Earth. But I'm not. The lovely Cassandra Clare is.

Now that all of babble is done, on with the fic! (Now you cheer one last time.)

The Power of Sparkles

Chapter One

Everybody was giving me strange looks as I walked back to the Institute. They were looks that said, "What is he wearing?" or "Did he do that to himself purposefully?" There were even some people that were staring at my legs, my legs, in utter disbelief – and some with total interest, I noticed uncomfortably – and I could tell that all they were thinking was "How did he get into those pants?"

I felt oddly confident as I strode along the streets of Brooklyn. It was almost as if someone had completely erased my old self, my look, my personality, and had replaced it with a new identity. I didn't care what people thought of me at the moment; I didn't care if people thought that I looked totally abnormal. I actually wanted people to notice me; I wanted people to say when they were at the dinner table tonight, "Hey, did you see that guy on the street?" And then they would go on and on about how delightfully wonderful I looked. Wow, Alec Lightwood is actually thinking of himself as looking good.

As I continued down the sidewalk, I couldn't help but strut. Strut. I was so tempted to place my hands on the tops of my thighs and swing my shoulders as I walked. I did. The looks that people now gave me were absolutely hysterical. I probably looked like a glitter glue gun that had gone wild on John Travolta from "Grease", two things that I was completely unaware of until I had officially started seeing Magnus.

Ah, Magnus. Even if I wasn't saying it aloud, his name brought uncalled-for (but not unwanted) happiness to me. It was such a relief that I could be with him whenever I wanted, now that my parents seemed, well, relatively fine with it. I smiled widely, leaning against a lamppost to observe the crowd. I crossed my arms and swung one leg over the other, winking at a group of teenage girls that just passed by. They giggled foolishly.

I had to admit, it was fun being this new me. I could actually let loose instead of avoiding everybody that crossed my path. This must be how Magnus feels all the time. I owed all of this new found confidence to him. Of course, I always felt exceedingly merry after any visit to Magnus, but my last one was different. Today was his birthday, so it was a very special time, but today was his first birthday that he spent with me. And he made sure that it was extra special.

It all started when I had arrived at his apartment…

With a remote control in my hand, I lounged on one of the brightly-coloured sofas in the living room while waiting for the High Warlock of Brooklyn to return to his apartment. I jabbed the remote in the direction of the television as I perused the many channels. Why is it that all mundanes (and my boyfriend, apparently) cared to watch were sappy sitcoms and ridiculous reality shows? I scowled at one in particular: Young girls and boys who looked to be in their twenties singing their hearts out on live television, and being judged on their performances. I snorted aloud.

"It's called 'American Idol', dear."

I jumped off the couch and whipped out a dagger from my belt, dropping the remote in the process. It must've fallen on the power button, because the T.V. shut off as it hit the floor, cutting off some Adam Lambert mid-song. I knew who the voice belonged to, despite my sudden start – Shadowhunter reflexes. How long had he been standing there? Looking like a god. My heart leapt at the sight of him as always, but I still felt the need to tell him off playfully. "Damn it Magnus, don't do that," I said, sheathing my weapon.

Magnus gave a light shrug. "I thought you'd want to know the name of the show." He came over and wrapped his arms around me. He stretched his head back, allowing me to nestle my head into his neck, caressing me gently. "Is there a specific reason as to why you're here?"

I grunted. "Why, you don't want me here?" I was in a beleaguering mood, and besides, I loved teasing him like that. It always made him so apologetic and distressed. It was then that he displayed so much affection towards me.

And he did. Pulling me to the couch with him, he showered my neck with kisses. I leaned against the cushions, moaning quietly, closing my eyes in pleasure. "Magnus," I started to say, but I was cut off as I felt his lips against mine.

"Shhh," he purred, drumming his fingers against the side of my head. "Now, I just want to know the reason for your visit. Is that too much to ask?" Grabbing hold of my shoulders, he flipped me onto my back and crouched down so that both his knees were on either side of me. "And don't start thinking that I don't want you here, because if I could have you with me every waking moment, I would." He pressed his forehead against mine. "Just like this," he breathed.

"Like this?" I laughed. "Just like this?" It earned me a small chuckle. "If somebody saw us now, what will they think?"

Magnus kissed my nose lightly. "What does it matter, love?" Then he captured my mouth in his.

Every time this happened, I always lost myself in him. It was like we were made for each other, and I really believed that we were. I parted my lips to allow his tongue entrance into my mouth. I could feel him exploring, softly touching each tooth. Our lips moved in perfect harmony, with months of practice and experience together showing itself. All that I knew in the world was the angel of sparkling glory that was my Magnus, his smooth and supple lips against mine, coated in some type of fruity – and delicious – paint. It was paint, right?

He pulled away much too soon. "Did you notice something new, dearest?" he smiled.

It was something that only he would ask. "I'm not sure if it's completely obvious, but I'm not exactly the most observant person in the world, especially when it comes to makeup."

"And I love that about you." He attacked my ear then, nibbling at the top as only Magnus would. He paused with his nose upon my earlobe. "It's raspberry coating. My favourite store just got a new shipment," he whispered. "Like it?"

Instead of responding, I shivered when his breath touched my skin.

Magnus laughed. In one swift movement, he rolled off the couch and snatched me up into his arms. My strong, strong and perfect warlock. He carried me to his bedroom as if we were a newly-wed couple. Chairman Meow greeted us at the entrance with an annoyed growl, or what passed for one, anyway. (It really sounded more like a distressed snort.) Magnus shoved him to the side with his foot – none too gently, I might add – and walked in.

Still bearing that chuckle, he set me down onto his bed as tenderly as a mother would to her newborn baby. "Sweet, sweet, baby," he cooed accordingly, as if guessing my thoughts. I moaned upon hearing him call me baby – he knew I really liked that.

He stoked my cheek with the back of his hand. "Did I ever tell you how incredibly smooth and ravishing your skin is?"

"Maybe once or twice."

I wanted more of him, much more of him, and the only way I could get that was through teasing, but to my dismay, he only hopped onto the bed beside me and wrapped me in a warm embrace – alright, not to my total dismay. "You know Alexander," he murmured, looking into my eyes, "today is my birthday."

"Would you believe that that's exactly the reason why I came here?" And it wasn't a lie, too. I did know that it was his special day, and I was surprised that the High Warlock of Brooklyn didn't guess that I knew. Well, maybe he did. "I wanted to give you your present."

I saw his eyes light up instantly as soon as the words were out of my mouth. "Really? What is it?"

Smiling my widest smile, I said plainly, "Me." When Magnus continued to look lovingly into my eyes, I said, "Whatever you want do with me, I'll be fine. I'll love every minute of it. Go ahead. I'm yours. Today is your birthday, so you deserve to do anything that you want."

I knew what I wanted right now, and what I wanted was him. My Magnus. I wanted every bit of him, and why couldn't he see that? How many times had I came over unexpectedly in hopes of blissfully making my oppressions disappear – and no doubt about it, Magnus would make them disappear. But for some reason, he just didn't get it. Instead there was a little spark of something else in his eyes, a little flame of something. With a sudden rush of dread I realized what it was.

An idea.

Shit.

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