DISCLAIMER: The Mortal Instruments series, its characters, universe, plot and scenery all belong to the talented Cassandra Clare. Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane (lead characters in this fanfiction) are included in the package (though I'd sooooooooooooooooo love to have them for my own personal use but nah, can't have everything in this world). This story has no lucrative purposes and it's written only to satisfy my and other fangirls' desires of romance and fantasy.

Soo here's my baby :') The first chapter of my first fanfiction EVER! Also it's the first time ever I write something in English so I'm really sorry for any grammar/other mistakes, let alone that this isn't beta'ed. BUT! My increasing love for Malec and for the FANTASTIC MAGNIFICENT GORGEOUS Magnus Bane pushed me to write this despite the cons.

Rated T just to be safe, because there is no adult/violent/disturbing content of any sort in this story.

Hope you enjoy it! xx

Alec was nervous. Very.

While walking along a crowded avenue full of bright and flashy neon lights, people smiling and fancy vehicles plowing through the heavy traffic, he could feel his stomach contracting and his pulse pounding insistently against his ears, his mind totally alien to the typical vitality of the New York streets at eight in the evening.

A shiver ran down his spine when an unexpected gust of winter air hit his body. Although it didn't snow in that mid-January night, the cold wind made its appearance constantly, and Alec was wearing nothing but a light sweatshirt for protection. He had forgotten his coat and other garments for warming up purposes when he rushed out of the Institute after Isabelle Lightwood, his little sister, burst into his room to notify an unexpected phone call.

"It's for you," she said, holding the mobile with a crooked smile and a curious look. "You forgot it in my bedroom this morning."

"Thanks, Izzy." Alec grabbed it, suspicious. "But ... who is it?"

"Oh! No one to worry about." Isabelle left the room, but stepped back and stared at his brother in the doorway, her grin spreading from ear to ear. "Just a sexy, sexy warlock who's apparently dying to see you and wants to have a romantic date with you tonight".

"Iz! You don't ...-" before the boy could tell her off, Isabelle was out of sight, Alec only hearing the rapid patter of her heels on the marble floor and her mischievous, triumphant laughter filling the lonely passage of the Institute.

When the traffic lights finally turned green for the crosswalk, Alec hurried up stepping in a zig-zag fashion to overtake other walkers, putting his cold hands into his jeans pockets and holding his breath when he turned the corner, entering a less crowded but more beautiful and picturesque street, he reckoned. This was a residential area, which lacked of the hustle and the noise and the chaos proper of active trading. Instead, the air was fresh and homey, getting along with the lovely houses adorned with garlands, mistletoe, colorful lights and other Christmas ornaments still decorating the houses trees, gardens, roofs and walls despite the end of the holidays.

Chattering his teeth, Alec walked down the street passing by several houses and multi-coloured buildings until lastly stopping at a -for the time being- discrete apartment with beige walls and oak door; the only signs of its owner's eccentric personality being the striking purple glitter-covered ornaments hanging from window frames and roof. Alec stared at the building for what seemed to him a really long time, shivering again, this time not because of the weather, but for the memory of its occupant's voice whispering softly in his ear only a few hours ago.

"H-hello?" The hand holding the phone was shaking.

"Alexander." His tone was like silk sliding through fingers. "How is my favorite Shadowhunter?"

"Magnus! Hey ...h-hi." Alec stuttered in response. "I ...I didn't expect you to ring me."

"Which does not mean you aren't delighted that I did, does it?" He chuckled at the obvious discomfort of the raven-haired boy. "I figured you do not return my calls nor visit me because you probably have lost my phone number and my loft address. Or perhaps it's because you're held back by your adorable shy self." The conviction in his voice left no room for doubt. "Not that I'm complaining ...at least not too much. So I decided to make you a formal invitation in which I explicitly ask you to come visit me in my apartment, except-" His tone revealed a hint of sorrow- "if you have something to do and we'd have to put off our date."

Alec swallowed loudly.

"S-something to do? ...Like what?" The boy replied, deliberately ignoring the last word said by the warlock.

"Like if you're busy with, you know, the usual ...killing demons, meeting with the Clave, drooling over your unbearable Shadowhunter friend, saving the world ..." Magnus listed.

"I do not drool over Jace!"

"Unless ...-" the other continued, falling on deaf ears to the reproaches of the raven-haired boy, "-unless you are indeed busy but you'd rather go out with me putting aside everything else ...

"I …-" Alec didn't know what to say. Magnus' pleasant voice seduced him as few things in the world could, and the memory of his bright and attractive feline eyes urged him to say yes to everything he wanted, without much thinking about whether it was or not an appropriate decision. At that time he wished with all his heart to say yes, that he was craving to see him as well, but several doubts and fears tormented him. What was he doing dating a male warlock when he himself hadn't accepted his sexual orientation? What would his parents do if they found out? If the Clave found out? He would be wrecked. He couldn't be a Shadowhunter anymore. He would be exiled, the odd one out, not accepted neither by Nephilim nor Downworlders who hated his kind. It would be a mostly unwise choice, but ...

"Alexander." The warlock's voice, softer and even more soothing than before, felt like a comforting caress on the cheek, stripping the boy off his miserable thoughts. "Don't make a Greek tragedy out of this, you're worrying too much," he said, as though guessing his thoughts. "It's just a plain and unharmful rendezvous. Plus, I live alone. There will be absolutely no one who could find out you were here. You know I wouldn't force you to do anything which could imply the slightest danger to you," he guaranteed. "Tell you what? ...I'll cast a glamour over the building, actually over the whole street so that no nosy mundane, Downworlder or three-tailed spitfire dragon could either see or hear you. Now, is my offer tempting enough for you to accept?

And there he was, standing, staring without actually seeing the door of Magnus Bane's loft, where Alec had been only about twice before, none of which had the intention of a mere visit; they had been life-or-death situations instead, when Alec and other Shadowhunters had required the warlock's help to save a friend or face a foe…and wondering if three-tailed spitfire dragons actually existed. He quickly kicked this absurd thought out of his frustrated mind.

This time was different. Alec was determined. His desire and anxiety to meet with Magnus were too intense to ignore. He was on the sixth floor, no visible windows or doors from which curious tenants could peep out and discover him in fraganti. In addition, Magnus had promised that he wouldn't let anything dreadful happen to him, and he trusted his powers, not for nothing was he the High Warlock of Brooklyn, right?

Inhaling deeply, Alec pressed the doorbell button, which seemed to be mocking him for his hesitation. He waited, suddenly out of breath, his heart beating roughly against his chest, his mouth dried until, with a subtle crunch, the door opened.

That's it, short because it's sort of an intro.

Sorry if I put too much description in this. That's likely to happen when I get too carried away in the moment hehe. Let me know in some lovely reviews whether I should cut down on the descriptions or continue this way, and if you enjoyed it or not (CRITICS TO MEEEEEEEEE YAAAAAYYY 3). Thank you for reading! xx