Malec One Shots

16. Alcohol

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Song ~ The Neighbourhood - Female Robbery
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"Alexander?" Magnus padded around the loft, his bare feet hot on the cold wood. He heard a huff from their bathroom and walked towards the shut door. "Alexander.." He said again, and got a grunt in reply. "Can I come in?" Magnus pleaded, and tapped on the door a few times. "Yeah." Was all that Alec said, his voice muffled by the door that Magnus pushed open.

Magnus recoiled when he saw Alec. His boyfriend was sat on the toilet seat, long sleeves of his shirt rolled up, bandaging up a large gash on his arm. Blood was everywhere. It was in the bath, in the sink, and the blood gushing  from Alec's arm wasn't stopping, and it poured onto the floor, onto the white bath mat.

Magnus felt tears in his eyes, and knelt in front of Alec, reaching to hold his arm that he was having a hard time bandaging with one hand.

He shook Magnus off. "I'm good, Magnus. Really." He cried out, and reached for the medical scissors on the edge of the bloody sink. Even they were dripping with blood. Magnus saw the dark rings around Alec's eyes, and the tremor in his hand as he went to cut the bandage. He cut it unevenly, and had trouble taping it up after. Magnus reached out again, and this time Alec let him touch his arm. He pulled the tape off and unraveled the blood soaked bandage from his arm. "You didn't even clean it, Alexander.." He hummed, sad that Alec knew how to clean his wounds but chose not to this time. Magnus was confused. He'd never seen Alec this torn up. Especially over an injury. But it wasn't just an injury, was it? Magnus knew that much. The telltale signs were the panda marks around Alec's eyes and short replies he got.

"Yeah well I'm sorry." Alec snapped, and ran a bloody hand through his hair, the red plasma sliding down his face as he watched Magnus grab the roll of bandages from one of the clear counters. "What happened, Alec?" Magnus asked, pressing down on the wound to slow the rapid bleeding as he unrolled the bandage. "Demon got me on a mission as I was pushing Isabelle and Jace from the den. They were messing around because they thought the place was empty." He hissed, feeling his skin burn as Magnus pushed down on the injury.

Blood was still seeping from between Magnus' fingers, and he let a stray tear slip from his eye as he started to wrap up Alec's arm. He'd cleaned it up with magic and cut it neatly, the frayed edges of the fabric being blotted with blood from the scissors.

"Oh Alexander.." he stood up from kneeling opposite his boyfriend and looked down at his jeans. They were soaked from the blood on the floor, and that was the least of Magnus' worries. Alec stood up too, and shoved past Magnus, his face cold. "Alec, you're not okay." Magnus chased after Alec, who left bloody footprints with each step he took through the loft. "Yeah no shit, Magnus." Alec coughed, and turned in the kitchen to look at Magnus who had a pained expression on his face. Magnus saw a smear of blood on the bottom of Alec's shirt, and was surprised his whole body wasn't drenched in the stuff.

"What're you going to tell me, Magnus? That I need to take responsibility? Because that's what everyone else says to me. If I'm with Jace and Izzy, and they get themselves in danger it's my fault. If I screw up, I expect to be punished. I'm supposed to be a leader." Alec cried out, lifting both hands to run them through his hair and pull at the strands harshly. Magnus took a step forward. "Listen to me, Alec. I'm here with you, and trust me when I say I'll be here with you as long as you want and need me." Magnus hummed, trying to get closer. Alec took a quick step back, distancing himself and Magnus, and choked on saliva in his throat.

"Do you know how many times I've been punished for something my siblings have done, and agreed with what I got because I'm the oldest and should've known better? Because I've lost count, Magnus. I say I'm supposed to be a leader, not that I am because I know the others don't listen to me, they do what they want." Alec cried out, dropping to his knees, banging a fist against his thigh.