Okay, so I just finished reading The Bane Chronicles by Cassandra Clare and I have to say, I fangirl-ed at Book 8 (What to get the Shadowhunter who has everything (and who you're not dating officially anyway)) and Book 10 (The course of true love and first dates) and after reading them my mind just surged with a handful of one-shots. So instead of posting individual fics, I clumped them into one fic. Basically a collection of one-shots. Most are OOC, but hey I can do what I want. Here we go!

No matter how much I want to, I don't and will never own the characters. I envy Cassandra Clare for that honor.

The Awkwardness of First Kisses

Ever wondered how Alec earned his first kiss? Yeah I thought so. Enjoy my dear lovelies!

*Alec's POV

I never really understood why people had to go around minding other's businesses. I mean, I never poked my nose when Jace goes out in the middle of the night 'to freshen up' outside the Institute or when Izzy, smelling like booze and sex, comes home in the dead of the night and starts giggling, yeah giggling, so I don't understand why they have to corner me right now.

"All the way to Brooklyn? You're insane Alec!" Jace said as he smirked, he obviously knows what I have in mind and he wants me to suffer. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my denim jacket, which fit me for once, and calmly made my way outside our room where Izzy stood.

"Why can't you just call the dude, send him a fire message or something. He'll understand." Izzy's been eavesdropping, again. She leaned against the wall and eyed me curiously, she must be wondering where I got the denim jacket and why the hell it's not over-sized or old.

Jace stepped in between us and put his hands behind his head as he walked away. "Because," he stopped in his tracks and looked at us "Our dearest elder brother wants to spend some alone time. We should grant him the opportunity you know, maybe he'll lay off the strict bedtime rules. You know the warlock likes him." He turned around a corner and I swear I could feel all my blood rush to my cheeks, he was partly true, I think. I hissed under my breath and turned towards Izzy, who was smiling for some reason.

"Because I don't know the 'dude's' number, and I think it would be appropriate to thank him in person because he did save my life." I shrugged my shoulders and left Izzy before she could even stop me and suggest other ways of expressing my thanks. Honestly, why can't I go outside anymore?

"Good luck Alec! And don't embarrass me!" I heard her call out. How can I even embarrass her when I'm just going to say thanks, I think.

*Outside Magnus' apartment

Maybe I am insane, maybe Jace was right, maybe I could have just fire-messaged the guy. What if he has a customer or someone and walking in would be awkward then he'd send me off and hate the rest of the Nephilim all because I wanted to say thanks. Well, there's no point in going back, I already got this far and I am just going to thank him. So I reached for the buzzer and prayed to whatever god or deity there is that he doesn't have someone over or better yet, that he isn't home.

"Who dares disturb the High Warlock of Brooklyn?" Well, he's home, so much for that.

I opened my mouth, "uh, It's Alec. Alexander Lightwood, child of the Nephilim." Great job Alec, why don't you just send him your bio-data complete with you life experiences and number of demons you've hunted down.

"Oh, come in." And with that the door opened. I climbed up the stairs as I continued to eye his apartment, the outside of his apartment. It all seemed so, normal, except for the fact that when you ring the doorbell someone claims that they're a warlock and the fact that vampires, werewolves, faeries, warlocks and recently, Shadowhunters, have graced the very ground.

As I neared the door, which would lead me inside his apartment, my mind started this habit of jumbling words together and not forming coherent thoughts. With a lot of shaking and just a little bit of hope, I knocked on the door twice, which I could have done only once but, yeah I'm screwed.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of having a child of the Nephilim enter my home?" Magnus bowed, graciously, as he gestured for me to come inside and when I got inside I barely noticed he had already dropped the sophisticated air and just sprawled on the Persian rug swimming with psychedelic colors on the floor.

"I uh, just wanted to say thanks." I seated myself on black pillow which was the farthest pillow from him I could find. "You know, for saving me." Of course he knows idiot, he was the one who saved you.

He shot me a look and I could see he was shocked, though when he saw I noticed he immediately dropped it and grinned his sneaky smile, as if he were planning, something. "I have to say, most Nephilim never thanked me and none of them came personally to thank me, with the special exception of you of course, Alexander." The way he said my name felt different, his whole presence around me was different, compared to the first time I was here.

"Well, I uh, you saved my life. So, I thought that it would be appropriate to say it in person. And you left this with me." I took out the purple handkerchief, which I had to wash, iron and fold into a neat square, and handed it to him. He took it, with a bored face and hid it somewhere in his pocket. For a ll I know that pocket could lead into another realm.

"Well, in that case," he looked at me straight in the eyes and I stared at his golden cat-eyes. "The pleasure is all mine, and thank you for going through the trouble to go all the way down to Brooklyn to thank me and return my hanky."

I broke away from the staring contest and made and effort to stand up, god why is it hard to stand up from this blasted cushion. "I better go now. I'm sorry for disturbing you. Thank you again." I turned my back and headed for the door. By the Angel that was terrible.

I heard him stand and by the time I reached the door, he was already behind me and his presence made me tense all over. He was so close I could hear his heart beating and I'm pretty sure he could sense mine as well, god that sounded wrong. "Wouldn't you stay for coffee or tea? I've been to the Institute and the travel is much, much exhausting."

That was a lie, it wasn't all that exhausting, I've done more tiring things, deadly even. But because my mind was all mush and I was incapacitated to say anything at this point, all I could do was nod. He clasped his hands and led me to the kitchen, which looked normal enough I guess. Blue smoked covered his fingers as he pointed at the glass table and made two cups of coffee appear from out of nowhere. What is it with these people and coffee and what is it with him and not just making coffee. I'm pretty sure the High Warlock of Brooklyn could plug in a coffee maker and pour himself a cup or two.

"You know Alexander, my services are not often low and never are they free." Magnus handed me the cup and sat on those high stools they have in bars, well in the bars I've been too which is limited to the Pandemonium and some mundane club Jace dragged me into which wasn't Pandemonium.

"Oh. I'll pay you for your troubles. How, uh, how much do I owe?"

He raised his eyebrow as if I said something stupid. He said his services were never free so I offered to pay him, was there anything wrong with that? "You? You're not referring to your own money but the Institute's right?"

I raised my brow in return. "No, I'm afraid I refer to my own. I don't bother with the Institute's money since it's already being spent by Jace and Isabelle on their ridiculous wardrobes."

Magnus laughed, was that a good sign? Did I just relieve myself of payment by saying something annoying but to him sounds funny? "Oh my dear Alexander, you need not pay me. Your presence is enough."

I spit back into the coffee as I drank it. Did he just call me his Alexander? I felt my cheeks burn again, curse this ability of mine to rush every single ounce of blood to my face. "I uh, uhm, I."

He laughed again, damn it. I could just kill myself now before he spreads the news that I, Alexander Gideon Lightwood, believe such jokes and blush in deep shades of red. I fumbled my fingers and tried to form sentences to bail me out of this one. Unfortunately, I was so engrossed with my thoughts that I barely noticed him hovering above me and being the cautious person that I am shot straight up and hit, some part of his body.

"Oh god. Shit, I'm sorry Magnus Bane. I uh, I'm sorry." Apparently I was able to elbow his stomach and it was a good hit, not that I wanted to hurt him or anything. I took a step back and bumped into the glass table sending the coffee cups tumbling and spilling their contents. This cannot go anymore wrong. "Shit!" was all I could say and just as I was aiming for the cups, I tripped over something and before I could even make out what that something was, I was already grabbing the next thing to me and landing on the floor.

The only problem was, I didn't grab onto something, instead I grabbed onto Magnus and pulled him down with me, on top of me. I'm guessing my cheeks are already blushing such a deep red it doesn't even look like blood is coursing my veins. My eyes found Magnus' and I couldn't help but look at those gold-green cat eyes and wonder how anyone would find them ugly, they were unnatural, yes, but they were exquisite, marvelous, beautiful. And before I could make sense of whatever it is that was wrong with people, I felt a pair of lips cover mine.

Magnus was kissing me and I wasn't pushing him away. Good job Alec, what better of saying 'I'm gay' than by allowing this person to kiss you. It felt awkward, good awkward. I've never really kissed anyone so I have no idea what to do. Magnus Bane on the other hand seems to have plenty of experience given that he was kissing me expertly, I think. But he was kissing me gently, as if I'd break if he kissed me - Oh god, he's kissing me.

I tensed all over and Magnus must have felt it too because he pulled away a bit and smirked. "Don't tell me that was your first kiss?" I tried to avoid eye contact but nodded anyways, I don't know why I even answered his question when I should be pushing him off and heading for the door. But before I could do anything- let alone move another inch, he kissed me again, this time less gentler. His mouth was hard on mine or was I just relatively unfamiliar with kissing, but softened as I tried to kiss him back, which I guess must have been bad because he pulled away again.

"I can't believe that with your handsome face this is the first time you've been kissed." Magnus Bane sat on the floor like a little kid, with his legs crossed and arms resting on top of his knees, and smiled at me. I let out a sigh and sat upright as well. My hands found their way up to my face to hide the ever growing blush and it was doing a poor job because I could still see Magnus smirking at me.

"I'm sorry Alexander. You're just too attractive." Magnus pulled my hands away from my face and with his index finger, he lifted my chin so my face was at level with his, though I still avoided looking into his eyes. "Please let me see your eyes." Does this man have some sort of persuading powers? I did as he told and lifted my gaze up to his face, to those gold cat eyes. "You are very attractive my dear, much too attractive."

"Uhm, you're attractive too?" I swear to the Angel the ground could swallow me up right now. I felt myself relax a little bit, hey maybe being honest could allow me to effectively spread all the excess blood in my cheeks and let them run to other parts of the body, like my hands which were growing paler.

Magnus laughed and then stood up. I followed his lead and the moment I got up he wrapped me in his arms and all I could do was press my face to his chest as lightly as I could. I never imagined myself hugging a warlock and I never imagined listening to their heart beat, which was slower than the usual and calmer, infinitely calmer. My body relaxed and my hands, shakily, circled his waist. I never realized he was this tall and this lean, not skinny but lean.

"I hate to say this Alexander, but I am terribly in love with you." I tensed all over again and this time I managed to push away. His face wasn't smiling anymore. His eyes were lowered, so I can't see his eyes, his lips weren't curving up but instead frowning, and his over all look looked, well, sad. "I am terribly in love with you."

"Magnus, I uh. Uhm." I had no reason not to stutter, what was I supposed to say?

He pushed me away, this time he didn't look at me. Don't embarrass me. So this is what Isabelle meant by embarrass? What was I supposed to do? What was I supposed to say? It's not like everyday somebody comes up to me, kisses me and says they are terribly in love with me. Nobody even notices me, that glory belongs to Jace and Isabelle and sometimes Max, but never me. So how the hell am I supposed to react to this?

"I'm terribly sorry Alexander, I did not mean to offend you. But I am thankful for your effort." We made our way to the door and he held it out for me. I have to say, he does look attractive, his misunderstood cat eyes, sharp angles, lean yet muscular built and- what in the Angel's name am I thinking? I reached for the door and accidentally touched his hand, it wasn't shaking, unlike mine, but it lost its warmth. And by some amount of courage and probable stupidity, I held it and willed it to go warmer.

"Thank you for keeping me alive." I wasn't sure whose voice that was but it sounded like mine and I wasn't sure where all this courage was coming from but I felt it, I felt him spring up and I felt his hand grip mine. "And, you didn't offend me."

The next thing I know, I was kissing him, yeah I was kissing him. Though I had no idea what I was doing, I just pressed my lips onto his as gently as I could and tried to do what he was doing a few moments ago. I felt him smile as I kissed him, I must have been a pretty bad kisser, so I pulled away. "I uh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, uh. I'm so sorry." He just laughed and then placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Err, Uhm. Can I, uh can we meet again?" I said as I got out of the door. I felt him smile though I couldn't see it.

"Anytime my dear Alexander."

If you've read Cassandra Clare's 'Kissed' then you'd see the resemblance (thanking part, a few words and a bit more others). I'd have to apologize because I have this weird habit of incorporating stuff into my brain and randomly (and unconsciously) accessing them. I really do hope you liked it. I tried to change it up as far as I could, but I was really really influenced.

Please leave a review on what you thought! Next chapter is the first date (my own version of Book 10 in the Bane Chronicles) which I think will be posted shortly soon after this one.

With so much love and buckets of glitter,

Thunderqueen