Malec One Shots

When Blue Skies Turn to Grey

2x17 destroyed me and the promo for 2x18 ended my life. This is how I'm coping. My prediction/hopes for 2x18. Enjoy!
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Of all the things Magnus had ever been sure of, Alec's honesty was at the top of the list.

He felt so incredibly, utterly betrayed. Alec was no better than the Clave. He didn't care about him, really, just his biased, racist society. The seelie queen had been right. Shadowhunters were a lost cause. A hopeless breed of selfish, mindless, brainwashed fools. And as much as it pained him, that included Alec.

After Luke left, Magnus smashed a few more tables before giving up on his anger. He immediately resorted to sadness and whiskey rocks.

Magnus knew Alec had called and texted him numerous times. He'd turned off his phone hours ago. He was in no mood to discuss this right now.

Alec didn't show up that night. It was the first night in two weeks that they didn't sleep in the same bed. Magnus knew he shouldn't feel so empty when he reached over in the middle of the night and felt nothing but cold sheets. But he did.

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Alec stood in his office, motionless, tears silently falling down his face for a good ten minutes after Magnus left. He couldn't concentrate on work for the rest of the night. Angel, he hated himself.

He just wanted Magnus to be happy. He didn't want to burden him. He didn't want the warlock to fear as much as he did having to keep the secret.

This was Alec's fault. Again. Magnus wasn't answering his calls or texts. He took that as a clear sign he wasn't welcome at the loft tonight. Miserably, he threw himself on his (significantly less comfortable and silk-sheet-free) bed. His whole room had developed a thin layer of dust on every surface because he was never in here anymore.

Alec didn't sleep that night.

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The next morning, Magnus woke up freezing cold. The events of the previous day hit him and he had to stop himself from reaching out beside him in search of the warm body he knew wouldn't be there.

Magnus got out of bed in search of his phone. He knew ignoring Alec would do no further good but stress both of them out.

He was expecting quite a few texts, but upon turning it on Magnus was overwhelmed with the amount of times Alec had tried to contact him.

10:34pm: I'm sorry.

10:35pm: Magnus please.

10:35pm: We have to talk about this.

10:50pm: You were right.

10:52pm: Mags. Please. I'm so sorry.

10:55pm: Answer me just so I know you're okay, I'm worried about you.

11:07pm: Luke told me you got home okay. I'm glad you're not hurt.

Magnus scrolled through a dozen more messages, all asking him to answer. The last few messages were what killed him the most.

3:43am: I can't sleep for obvious reasons. But I felt like I was forgetting something. And I realized it was that I forgot to say goodnight. So goodnight. I love you.

6:32am: Good morning. I hope you have a good day, even if it doesn't involve me. Love you.

7:48am: I shouldn't miss you this much, it's been like 9 hours. I'm sorry for everything. I'll stop texting you. Just please answer me when you're ready. We can't avoid it forever. I love you so much and I know that won't fix anything but please remember that. I know you don't want to hear it, but I was only trying to protect you.