We'll, shit I've been gone for like, ever. And, for that I'm sorry. I'm also sorry because this may very well be a load of crap weighing in at well over 3,000 words. Still, I wanted to get back to it so, here I am.

I felt the need to do this NOW because I've been checking the Malec page and there aren't nearly as many stories on here! We need to keep this going guys. I the meantime, I've been reading a ton of Klaine (Kurt and Blaine from Glee) in my very limited free-time. For some reason, I don't think I'd be good at writing those two, though.

Someone asked me if Magnus' backstory is canon and I think it's a very valid question. My answer is still rather cryptic though: It is and yet it isn't. I'm keeping some aspects of it and drastically changing others which can make a big difference. And, does make a big difference. What I can guarantee is that I will definitely be investing more time into what happened with Magnus than the books did because it'll give you more insight on him in this story. The rest, you'll find out later.

Warning: Long ass author's note later on. I now have a reason for writing them so long rather than just to torture you to death. Some of you guys actually seem to find them amusing. *ahem*Bee*ahem*


Title: History

Characters: Alec, Magnus

POV: Alec's

Song: Trouble by NeverShoutNever! (Cristopher Drew's Me and My Uke EP is the only bit of his music that I own and for some reason, I just don't like his newer stuff. I've loved this song for years cause it's fun and adorable.)


I cross the street quickly to get to Magnus' apartment. We only have class together some days and I didn't see him yesterday so, I'm still kinda worried about him.

Which is irrational, I know but, he sounded so sad yesterday. Or, at least, bothered. I had to force myself not to come over sooner.

I press the buzzer to alert Magnus of my arrival.

"If you don't have gorgeous blue eyes and your name doesn't start with an Al and end with an Ec, go away." Magnus' voice proclaims loudly from inside.

"Magnus, it's me." I say, chuckling to myself. It's good to see, or rather hear, Magnus back to his cheery, if not drama queen, self. Even though I was probably overreacting, Magnus seemed a bit off the last time I talked to him.

"Oh, then come on up, darling!" He says cheerily and I climb the stairs quickly, to see Magnus standing in the doorway, waiting for me.

"Come on in, beautiful." He smirks as he opens the door further.

"So, what have you been up to these last few days without me?" He asks, leaning casually against the back of his couch.

"Oh, nothing really." I say and I even sound like I'm lying to myself because truthfully, while I probably wouldn't admit it, I've been worrying about Magnus lately.

I know Ragnor practically lives here but, Magnus is mostly alone in his apartment and I was worried that whatever memories he was talking about might've been previously locked away for a reason.

"Nothing, huh?" Magnus crosses the room and slowly opens his arms. I walk into them, wrapping my arms around his slender shoulders.

I nod against his shoulder and, thankfully, he drops it.

"So, I thought we could maybe go upstairs? Theater's dark and that always seems to be a bit of an aphrodisiac." He says airily, with a suggestive wink, leading me up the stairs as my betraying legs start to follow him without hesitation.

I can feel a blush spreading across my face, remembering the last time.

Magnus releases my hand to lie back on the over sized futon but, unlike last time, I automatically lie against his chest, his warm arms enveloping me.

"We still don't know that much about each other, do we?" Magnus says, running his fingers through my hair.

"Not really…" I say murmur, focusing more on his hands than what he's saying.

"Why don't we start on something easy. Where'd you learn to kiss like that?" He says, taking me by surprise and causing me to pause for a second.

"You don't have to tell me if-" Magnus starts but, I cut him off.

I sigh. "No, it's fine. I have dated people, I guess. I've gone on dates, mostly with girls and I've had a boyfriend." I say quietly.

"Oh?" Magnus says, not pressing me to tell him but, I feel like I should, nonetheless. He told me a bit about his dad over the phone and I think I owe him.

"Yeah, it was about a year or so ago. His name's Ryan. I met him at one of those stupid parties that Izzy always drags me to. He was really nice and funny and understanding. Almost perfect, really." I try to gather my thoughts for a second and Magnus waits patiently, hand firmly placed in mine.

"I didn't want anything public or anything and Ryan completely understood that. He didn't pressure me into PDA or anything out of my element. We'd go places, like the mall and as far as everyone knew, we were just friends and he was completely okay with that. Then, our, what, two month anniversary came along and he took me to this huge art museum that he knew I loved. And, we went out to dinner and everything and I went back to his place, which wasn't unusual." I say and Magnus pauses with his hand still in my hair, staring into my eyes with his, which are laced with concern.

"We, uh, we had sex after a while and everything seemed fine, since he'd waited until I thought I was ready and everything." I honestly can't believe I'm saying this. I mean, why would Magnus want to hear about my past relationships? I sure as hell don't want to know about his. Nonetheless, I continue.

" But, I didn't want our relationship to become entirely physical or anything like that, though, since I'm not that type of person so, I started to stop things now and then, leave it at kissing, you know?" I finally look up into Magnus' eyes and for a while, I lose my train of thought because he seems completely understanding and I don't know whether to find that alarming or comforting.

"Our four month anniversary eventually came around and we hadn't done anything in a while but, we went out to a nice restaurant and just talked. I really liked those times when we were just holding hands under the table, talking quietly about our day or nothing at all." Magnus squeezes my hand and I realize that while I enjoyed just talking evenings away with Ryan, I much preferred just sitting around with Magnus .

"We went back to his place to have a movie night, which was usual enough. We did that about every week, if time allowed and this time was just like all the others."

I look down for a while. I really hadn't planned on dwelling on my own problems. I wanted to help Magnus with his first. But, who would've guessed that Magnus was such a patient person?

"It started out fine, we were just sitting there, watching some movie but, eventually, we started kissing and, after a while, Ryan was getting to be too forceful, too aggressive. I didn't like it and I told him so but, he wouldn't stop. After a while, I was just extremely uncomfortable and he tried to come onto me even more aggressively and telling me about how I owe him for making him wait so long." I pause, gathering my thoughts and trying not to make my words run together.

"That doesn't make much sense if you…" Magnus ponders aloud, probably trailing off for my benefit since I have a tendency to become a little awkward on the subject and a lot more awkward on this particular subject.

"Well, before, whenever we, uh, you know. I'd always be the one to, top, I guess. I thought he didn't mind. He told me it didn't bother him, just like he said the lack of PDA didn't bother him. But that night, he started rubbing it in my face about how he was just my dirty little secret and that I owed him to do what he'd already willingly done for me."

Magnus frowns more. "You don't have to continue, Alec." He says, shaking his head.

"No, you asked and I, I want to tell you. I told him to stop but, he just didn't want to and he started trying to rip my clothes off, completely ignoring me and I had to fight him off." Magnus gasps, looking at me worriedly and a strange light that I haven't seen in his eyes before now, suddenly appears.

"Nothing happened." I try to reassure him but, he doesn't look convinced in the least. "I am a Shadowhunter after all but, I came out for him. I told my family for the first time. Like, I was willing to risk everything I knew for someone who was just using me all along." It comes out a lot bitterer than I mean it to and Magnus starts brushing my hair softly with his fingers.

"I guess it wasn't that bad but, it was the only relationship that I'd actually had that seemed to matter and after that, I just kinda figured that if I tried again, someone else would just try to use me all over again." I say, finally meeting Magnus' eyes, which seem greener than usual and a lot wider.

"I'm sorry. That's awful." He whispers raggedly and I just shrug.

"At least I was wrong about the everyone-using-me thing." I say, pointedly moving my head to rest on his shoulder. I can't see Magnus ever doing that.

Ryan was beautiful but, in a way entirely separate from Magnus' beauty.

Ryan had thick, chestnut colored hair with long, side swept bangs not all that similar from my own. His eyes were a steely, calculating grey and he tended to wear vests and blazers and more simpler clothing than Magnus. Unlike Magnus, he was pretty fond of loafers.

Magnus is all about color, and more importantly, style. Like those Alexander Queenie Jackets and Gucci dress shirts and something about Religious jeans? I don't really know. What I do know is that there's no comparison.

He shifts his body so that he's completely under me and it seems as if his eyes are reading my soul or something else equally cliché.

"Thank you for telling me. I'm honored, Alexander." He says, reiterating what I'd told him over the phone.

"Well, it doesn't really matter anymore, now does it?" As the words leave my mouth, I realize with a bit of a jolt that it's actually true.

"Yup. It's just history. Who needs it?" He nudges me, referring to the fact that I'm an absolute dork when it comes to Shadowhunting history texts.

I lean down slowly before connecting his lips to mine and winding my fingers through his loose hair, playing with, rather than tugging, on it.

I love when he leaves his hair down. It's flawless and I haven't the slightest clue as to why he'd spike it up. It looks good, regardless but, when it's spiked, it has a tendency to poke me.

Magnus takes my bottom lip into his mouth, softly biting it and I automatically let him in, anticipating the feel of his warm tongue gliding across mine.

He pulls away after a while. "You taste like sunshine and chocolate." Magnus whispers against my lips. "My favorite." He adds.

"How is that even possible?" I ask, laughing slightly against his mouth.

"Something else is bothering you." He says suddenly, pulling back about an inch.

I shake my head at him but he's persistent. "I can see it in your eyes. They always give you away." He says, scanning my face.

I have been wanting to ask him something for a while now but, he may not be okay with it. He has every right not to be, honestly. I wouldn't blame him.

"Could I, um, go with you to that party that Izzy keeps telling me about? I think it's a few weeks from now?" I ask quickly, before I lose my nerve.

"As friends?" Magnus says and I think I see pain flash across his face but, I can't be sure because whatever it was, it disappears in an instant. "I mean you obviously don't want all of those people to see you ravishing and taking advantage of me like this. It could ruin your reputation." Magnus jokes, smirking at me.

"I'm not, you know," I splutter but, Magnus just chuckles lightly.

"Of course you aren't. You're too much the gentleman. But, to answer your question, of course my magnificent self will go to that party with you." He answers, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me even more tightly against him. "As friends." He lifts a hand to form an air quote and I laugh quietly at his dorkiness.

"Hey," I say, remembering something suddenly. "Can you show me your art?" I ask, remembering all of his works on campus and thinking that it's strange that I'm dating him and I never actually saw his pieces with him there.

"Of course." Magnus leaps up from the futon and bends down to scoop something up. When he deposits it on my lap, I can see that it's a leather bound sketchbook. "These are mostly unfinished but, I'll go find my better ones."

With that, he saunters out of the room and I can hear him gracefully going down the stairs.

He comes back in a few minutes with stacks of paper ranging in color and size and texture.

"These are all of the ones that I could find." He says, spilling them all on the floor at my feet. I slip down from the futon to the floor beside him.

He pulls a black leather binder from the pile and hands it to me. I open it and find myself staring at a perfect rendition of myself. It's in what appears to be graphite and charcoals and every detail seems perfect, from my unruly black hair, to my beat up boots with scuffs and scratches all over them.

"Magnus, this is amazing. You're extremely talented." I say, in awe.

"Nah. I'm really not that good." Magnus says, smiling. "Hey, look at the other one." He urges, nodding at the folder.

I pull the thick piece of paper out and I gasp. It's a picture of my eyes and it honestly feels as if I'm staring at them in a magnifying mirror or something. Magnus got the color perfect even though I've never seen anything the exact color of my eyes before. The shape is perfect as well and I can actually see individual hairs in my eyelashes.

"Magnus, this is amazing. It looks like a photograph." I say, smiling shyly at him. These obviously took a lot of time to finish.

"Thanks. It took forever to get that color." Magnus says, sliding over to hold my hand.

"Why?" I say, after staring at the two pieces again.

"Why what?" Magnus asks, clearly confused.

"Why would you draw me?" I ask and before I confuse Magnus further, I clarify. "I'm a pretty boring person, nothing special." I say, shrugging. It doesn't bother me that I'm normal. It's more than I can say for my siblings.

"I drew you because you are special. You're an interesting person and a pretty difficult subject to draw. It took a few hours." Magnus says, nudging my shoulder with his.

I look from Magnus to the amazing pictures for a second before hugging Magnus tightly, causing him to fallback against the floor with me on top of him. I can't believe he spent that much time just drawing me.

"Sorry." I say, starting to get back up.

"Nuh uh. You're staying right here, sweetness." Magnus says, pressing his lips to mine.

Magnus rolls us over, onto the pile of his art work, our lips still connected with him hovering over me.

"Is this okay?" He asks, breaking away and touching his fingertips to the skin just under my shirt, at my waistband.

I nod, too breathless to actually speak. Call me a nerd but, there's something oddly sexy about making out on the floor in a pile of miscellaneous pictures reflecting what I'd like to imagine Magnus' soul as. It's certainly different, I can tell you that much.

Magnus continues to stare at me, lifting up my bangs and combing them back. He studies me, from my eyes to my mouth and just when I think he's going to kiss me, he stares back into my eyes and my breath catches.

There's a gleam in his eyes that I hadn't noticed before and a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"God you're beautiful." He says softly, completely taking me by surprise. He's said it before, just not like that. I think I'd remember if he'd said it like that before, with his voice bordering on husky and soft as a caress, completely earnest.

"I'm not exactly God…" I say mischievously, grinning at him.

Then, the hand still at my waistband moves up, trailing over my stomach gently, massaging my skin lightly.

"No, I'd never claim that, even though you're pretty cool, too." Magnus winks. "You really are beautiful, though.

I lift my head slightly, pressing my lips to his before saying against his mouth, "So are you.", very quietly and feeling him smile against my lips.

I don't even blush minutely.

There's nothing embarrassing about speaking the truth.


I just wanted to explain where Alec's really coming from. Alec's almost 19 and in my head, I just can't see him as that little boy that's never been kissed, as he's portrayed in so many other stories. I mean, it's a great concept, but I think it just serves to make Magnus out to seem like even more of a man-whore, which he certainly isn't. In my head, at least, he isn't.

So, first week of school and me and Garrett have about two classes together and in one of those, a guy was trying to hit on him, even though he kept telling him he was straight and, like the loving girlfriend I am, I laughed my ass off from about two rows over.

Then, he tries to convince Garrett to try something new (meaning him) because he may like it (guys) and he said, and I quote "Your jeans actually fit you. There's no way you're straight." Uh stereotyping much? But, I actually bought those for him which, I tell the guy and he stops talking and just glares at me heatedly from his row. Now, every time I see him, he gives me this look of pure hatred as if I was trying to steal his boyfriend. Ah, I think its gonna be a great school year, guys. :D And, Garrett isn't amused, btw. He's so mature that he isn't talking to me because I typed (and posted) this. If he was talking to me, I'm sure that he'd tell all of you he loves you and hi. :D

-Alexis