MALEC ONESHOTS!

Darkness

A/N: It's been a while and I know I said I'd be updating more, guess who failed their promise? Me! Please leave a request for a story in the comments with a ship. It can be any ship you so wish and don't forget the plot. I'm already running out of ideas. Anyway, here's ANOTHER Malec just because I ship it SO MUCH. So, above, there's some Malec and Life as a Flower from the game Flower.

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Alec knew it was a mistake, but he had to get out of the Institute. His father was driving him to insanity. He didn't expect the scheduled storm to hit quite so soon. So now, Alec was not only tired and frustrated, but he was also soaked through.

He turned onto Magnus's street and over to the apartment. Alec knocked a few times. "WHO DARES DISTURB THE HIGH WARLOCK?!" came the reply. Alec's guard slipped slightly and he smiled.

"Someone that if you don't hurry up and open this door, I will break it down and then break your nose." Alec sighed.

"Alexander! What a pleasure to see you!" Magnus laughed, the door clicking, signalling that Magnus had opened it. Alec pushed it open all the way, stepped inside and shut it behind him. There wasn't much warmth in the stairwell. But Alec could feel it radiating from the room upstairs.

"Coming up!" Alec yelled, warning Magnus he was on his way up if he was doing something. Alec had occasionally walked in on Magnus doing something... Strange... Such as talking to the fireplace. He'd tried to pass it off as there being someone on the other side but 'they' had coincidentally gone by the time Alec tried talking to them.

Alec opened the upstairs door and was instantly bathed in warmth. But there wasn't a Magnus in sight.

"Kitchen!" said Warlock called. "I guessed," he continued, exiting the kitchen with two steaming mugs of something, "that you are cold bearing in mind that there is a storm out there."

"Cold doesn't begin to describe it." Alec mumbled, slipping off his sodden jacket and slipping off his shoes, followed by his socks and weapons belt. Alec had learnt never to go out and about without at least a Seraph dagger. As Alec turned back to Magnus, a pair of hands rested on his waist. Alec smiled up at the man in front of him and placed his own hands on Magnus's shoulders.

"Why don't you go and get warm. Borrow one of my shirts or something. Just get out of those clothes and then bring them out here. I'll hang them in the kitchen."

"Why the kitchen?"

"It's warm in there."

"It's warm out here."

"But out here, we'll get the smell."

"I do not smell!"

"No, but your clothes do. Change!" Magnus urged. Alec rolled his eyes and made his way into the bedroom.

Quickly changing into one of Magnus's few cosy, long jumpers, Alec returned to Magnus sprawled out across one of the sofas. He looked up and over at Alec as he heard him make his way over. Magnus clicked his fingers and the wet clothes in Alec's arms disappeared. "Still cold?" he asked as Alec lay down beside Magnus, Magnus's arms weaving around his shivering body.

"A little." Alec muttered. Magnus mumbled something that Alec didn't catch but it was probably about him stupidly leaving the Institute when a storm was supposed to hit.

"Dear, why did you come out in this weather?" Magnus spoke clearer.

"I didn't expect it to hit so soon." Alec sighed.

"It was-"

"Don't." Alec silenced him, taking a quick swig from his mug, which Alec discovered was hot chocolate.