Malec One Shots

1. Care

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Song ~ PVRIS - Eyelids
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Alec was a mess. The demon attack him, Clary, Izzy and Jace had just endured was a surprise. They got caught off guard. The team got out with a few scratches but Alec was the worst.

His skin was splattered with muddy red demon blood along with a mix of his own from the spilling wounds on his body.

He slung his bow across his chest and huffed, holding a palm to the deep gash on his bicep. He made slow steps up the stairwell to his and Magnus' loft; fatigued, bleeding.

He knocked on the door weakly. Sure, he could've walked in, he did live there but he didn't know whether his warlock boyfriend had company. A client. He also didn't want to bother his boyfriend if he was busy and had to hastily shove the client out of the door just to tend to Alec. Magnus swung the door open, looking as extravagant and beautiful as always, dressed to the nines in a ruffled silk shirt and some black dress trousers.

The eyeliner he wore was not dull at all either. It was in hues of gold and silver under his eyes and on his eyelids.

He smiled largely for a few seconds before it dropped and he guided his boyfriend inside hurriedly.

"Oh Alexander, you have to get yourself into trouble don't you? Sit down." Magnus rushed, leaving his tired boyfriend slumped down on the sofa. Alec pulled the bow and quiver from his body and threw it, the metal and material duo sliding across the polished floors with a clatter.

Magnus ran back to Alec and put whatever what's in his hands down on the coffee table. "Take your shirt off." Was his sentence of choice. "At least get me a drink, Magnus." Alec strained as he smirked, unbuttoning his shirt that was basically, more or less ripped to shreds. "Darling no time for jokes. You're bleeding badly." The warlock pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of Alec's lips.

"Yeah no shit Magnus." Alec groaned, arching his back so the warlock could pull the last of the ripped shirt away from him. "Now now, don't get cocky, you're lucky I'm your boyfriend or I'd be requesting pay." Magnus whispered to himself, not quite sure if Alec heard, as he grabbed a box of bandages.

"My magic isn't on a high enough level to heal you fully, just stop the bleeding and maybe seal back a few big wounds. Just sit still." The warlock hummed. He rubbed his hands together and clicked his fingers, a flame of silver blue light appearing in his palms. He moved the hands over Alec, not touching him, just hovering over.

Tears that weren't quite there pricked Alec's eyes. The healing process hurt moderately, but it was better than being dead, so he might as well deal with it.

Magnus' glowing hands swirled over Alec, the large gash on his bicep slowly closing. "Nearly done, Alexander." Magnus smiled softly, tenderly at Alec; his Alec, who he loved with all his heart.

Alec felt awake now. Fully awake, aware. Aware of the warmth radiating from Magnus' hands as he ran them along his chest, for real this time, the blue flames still flickering; healing the small scratches littering his abdomen.

Words couldn't describe how Magnus felt right now. It was a mix of infuriated that he got himself that hurt, proud that he kicked demon ass as always, and sort of high because no matter how many times he saw Alec without a shirt he'd always be close to drooling.

What? Can't a warlock feel all soft and loved up for his extremely beautiful boyfriend every so often?

When Magnus had finished healing as much of Alec as he could handle, he gripped the taller and pulled him into a gentle hug, bare chest against silky ruffled shirt. Magnus pressed a feather light kiss to Alec's temple, humming softly. "Stop getting into trouble, Alexander Lightwood." He chuckled, pressing a warm hand to Alec's cheek when the shadowhunter looked up at him.