Authors Note:

One week down, and I hope you're all enjoying this! Let me know what you think and leave a review! See you all next Friday! :) (I'll be on time I promise!)

I am so sorry that I am a day late. I was in a wedding yesterday so it was pretty chaotic! I was busy all day and didn't get home until after midnight, and I remembered that I didn't upload, and it's the first time I missed my own schedule, but I promise it will be the last time I'm late! Thank you for being so understanding and I hope you love this chapter! :)

And there were some questions about the other ships, they will be making appearances in this story!

Chapter Two

Magnus POV:

I knew early on in life that if I wanted something, that it was going to have to be up to me to get it. And in order to get the most out of life, I was going to have to embrace who I was, and learn how to navigate through all the bullshit, and animosity that others threw my way. I grew up fast, but that's what I had to do in order to survive.

My mother took her own life when I was only 3 years old. She left a note that simply said 'I can't do it anymore' and that was it. My father was an alcoholic that liked to get physical at times, and I was always there to take that beating. But the abuse didn't stop there. When I was 13 I realized that I was bisexual, and with my realization earlier in life, I was going to embrace my sexuality and not be afraid of he homophobia and the biphobia that existed out in the world. And my schoolmates only saw it as more of a reason to pick on me.

I'm not going to lie, it was tough. I didn't have anyone to relate to, and it's not like I could go home and escape. My house just as must torture, if not worse, than school was. But I put on a smile everyday, I pretended like my life didn't suck. And at the end of the day, I was being me, and I think in the long run, I benefited a lot from that, despite the cruelty that I went through.

Of course there were certain times that I wished I could have put myself back in the closet and just worked with the part of me that liked girls, but that wouldn't have been healthy for me, and after high school, things just seemed to get easier, and I was thankful I decided to embrace myself during the cruel times, so that I could truly enjoy life during some of the most amazing years of my life.

I ended up going to the Parsons School of Design after high school, and loved every single minute of it. I learned a lot about myself, and the type of people that I wanted in my life, and the type of career that I wanted. It was eye opening, and during my junior year I acquired an internship that turned into a full time job after I graduated. I was fortunate in life, and I was currently a designer for Marie Claire magazine and loving every minute of it. I got models ready for their photo-shoots, and consulted on so many other fashion projects. One day I hope to have my own runway show, but I loved my work now, and I was super excited to be with such an amazing group of artists.

"Magnus!" I heard and I turned around to see Camille running towards me. She was my assistant, and it was just crazy that I had an assistant.

"What's up Cam?" I asked.

"I called that agency to lease us a few more photographers after a couple of ours were sent to Paris, and he said they should be here tomorrow morning at 7." She said and I nodded.

"Thank you. I was ready to pull my hair out if I was put on hold one more time by that arrogant Hodge Starkweather. I mean, who does he think he is?" I said and Camille laughed.

"Which is exactly why I didn't use him. I told him that if he wasn't going to be pleasant, I was going to take out business somewhere else." Camille said.

"Where did you go?" I asked curiously. We always got our photographers from Hodge.

"Alicante Studios. I've been hearing great things about their photographers lately, and I decided to give it a try. Four of them will be here tomorrow." She said and I nodded.

"Thank you for doing that for me Cam." I said and she smiled.

"Of course. Remember, you have a meeting right after the photo shoot today." She said.

"Where would I be without you?" I said and she laughed.

"Unemployed. See you later Mags." She said before running off to do something else. I made my way to the dressing room where my models for this next shoot were getting ready. I knocked on the door before entering.

"She's all yours Magnus." Sera, our fabulous make up artist said.

"Oh biscuit, you look great." I said as she turned herself around in the chair.

"I can't thank you enough for giving us short models a chance Magnus." Clary said and I couldn't help but smile.

"Height is but a number darling. There is such a target audience for women who are under 5 feet 8 inches, and my whole platform in this industry is to include everyone." I said and she smiled. Since college, I wasn't going to lock into a certain body type, or height, or race. Women and men, all deserved to have a chance, and from my previous work, it was really a thriving compartment of the fashion world, and it really expanded our audience, which was great.

"You're really the best." She said and I smiled.

"Alright, let's get you in the dark purple sundress first, and than on to the yellow bikini." I said and she nodded. I walked out of the dressing room and over to the set. Once Clary took her place I supervised the whole thing, and made adjustments where they were necessary. I loved my job, and I planned on making it to the top of Marie Claire, and than hopefully having my own brand.

Cinta by Magnus Bane

That was something I could definitely get used too.

Sneak Peak for Chapter Three:

"It's a pleasure to be here Mr. Bane." The girl said and that pulled me back to reality.

"Please, call me Magnus. And you are?" I asked as I shook her hand.

"Lydia sir." She said and I smiled.

"We aren't formal here Lydia. Just call me Magnus. We're going to get pretty comfortable around each other while you're all here. We tend to stay late often." I said and they all nodded.