Malec - One Shots.

Illnesses

Alec was laid on the sofa coughing his guts out. Illness was a bitch and he knew that as much as the runes helped they wouldn't ever take his pain fully away.

He clenched onto his stomach with eyes closed closed trying his best to try and breath through the hurt but it didn't work as much as he had hoped it would.

That's when the door which connected the lounge to the kitchen opened slightly and a struggling Magnus edged his way in slowly trying to juggle chicken noodle soup, two pieces of bread, a hot chocolate and a blanket all at once.

A small smile etched wearily onto the shadowhunters lips and he sat up, clinging to the arm of the sofa beneath him. He was glad that a few or two ago they had swapped out the snazzy-looking-but-so-uncomfortable-to-lay-on leather sofa for a new 'love seat' as they were named.

It felt like pure heaven underneath him which contrasted to the feel in his gut. This time hell was laid on top of heaven — literally.

"Hey...Are you feeling any better?" Magnus' voice was softly spoken unlike his normal booming tone which held such enthusiasm he was sure it could start a party with one word or phrase. It was weird to hear it in this manner but he liked it.

Alec gave a half nod to his question but it was a lie, he just wanted him to feel like his warlock was helping.

Placing the many objects down upon the glass coffee table he sat in the small space next to Alec and used the blanket to cover them both before handing over the bowl of soup. "Careful it's hot." He cautioned but Alec had already felt the searing pain of heat and winced, however it was nothing compared to the twisting of his stomach knotting over and over again until it was practically immobilised.

After slowly finishing what he could of the soup the sick shadowhunter felt slightly better, even though he was still coughing his lungs up. A strong hand petted through his jet black hair as if to caress him back to health. If only it worked that way.

Magnus had tried his magic but if anything all it did was bring up hope to be lost when it didn't work. They lay together, nibbling on the small bits of baguette that had also been brought through.

The TV had been flicked on and the music channel was playing Bon Iver quietly in the background. "Feel better soon baby." Magnus cooed to the body falling asleep on his lap, bread still in his hand and saliva beginning to form at the edge of his lips.

Magnus placed his lips to Alec's hair and began humming along in an almost whisper to the music.

Who will love you?

Who will fight?

Who will fall far behind?

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