Just a collection of Malec one shots written by yours truly.
Malec is the ship name between the shadowhunter Alec/Alexander Lightwood and the High Warlock of Brooklyn Magnus Bane.
I'll try my best. Most will be fluff and cute scenarios, although I'm...
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Light shone and blinded Magnus as he woke up, and he raised a closed fist to his face to block it out. He made out Alec's form stood at the mirror pulling on what looked like a shirt, Magnus wasn't sure, his sight was hazy. He reached out and groaned as he felt for his phone, which he unceremoniously knocked off the bedside table. This alerted Alec and his eyes widened with a panicked face. "Magnus, its way too early for you to be up, this is your day off." He smiled, and ran a hand through his own hair all while peering at his boyfriend through the mirror.
"Alexander.. Where are you going?" Magnus hummed, his voice soupy and gruff with sleep. Alec sighed. "Got called out by Izzy. Not a problem. I'll be back before dinner, Magnus." Said Alec, turning and sauntering over to his boyfriend who was now sat up and twisted in the silk sheets. He didn't feel Alec's hand under his chin but he did however feel his lips pressing against his. He pushed up into the touch, and raised a hand to hold onto Alec's side. He curled his fingers into the black tshirt that Alec had put on and tried to get him closer, tried to get him back to bed. Alec let his on laughter bubble into the kiss before pulling away. "It's tempting, you're tempting, but Izzy needs me over at the institute." Alec smiled, and Magnus' grip on him tightened. "Just a little longer?" Magnus sighed hopefully, and Alec smiled again, a warm, goodbye smile. He planted one last kiss onto Magnus' lips, before kissing around his facial hair, then dragging his tongue against Magnus' jaw. The warlock groaned, voice thick and syrupy.
"I'll be home later, Magnus.. Get some sleep, go to that waffle place in Paris, sleep some more. I won't be late." Alec reassured his boyfriend, and turned on his heel, slipping from Magnus' grasp. "I love you Magnus." He hummed.
"I love you too.." Magnus sighed and fell back onto the pillows. What was he going to do without Alec in the morning? The coffee machine scared him to death, he had no clients, he'd read every book he owned a million times (he'd counted), he didn't feel like decorating or bathing or sorting his wardrobe out. He wanted Alec. He needed Alec.
He heard the door click shut and shouted out a groan. He could look after himself, he always did. He'd done it before Alec, he could do it now.
After a good few hours had passed, it was seven in the evening, and Alec wasn't home yet. Magnus had gotten up and dressed, eaten, read one of the many books he had. He'd also redone his makeup many times and had settled on pink eyeshadow and black eyeliner. To say he was bored would be an understatement. So he decided to do some dancing. It was one of his favourite pastimes, and being the High Warlock of Brooklyn didn't mean he didn't have insecurities. He was good at dancing, really good, and Alec hadn't even seen him do it. He shrugged his military jacket off, unbuttoned his shirt, and loosened his belt. He wouldn't be able to dance with his body movements restricted by this surprisingly tight clothes. It was the shoulders, they were broader than usual and the shirts he owned were a little tight in that department. Obviously he couldn't be bothered to get tailor-made shirts. Too much effort.
