Malec - One Shots.

I just fell down some stairs...

This is my first ever Malec fanfiction so please be kind! It will consist of many, many, many different stories that will be a page to five pages long. All the characters are well and truly Cassnadra Clare's so all copyright credit goes to her! I hope you all like it, please remember to Vote/Comment and follow me(: 

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Throw. Dodge. Punch. Dodge. Stab.
I told myself while training. Jace and Isabelle had always been better at this than me but that didn’t mean I didn’t try. My hair was matted with sweat, my clothes clung to me and the crook in between my index finger and thumb was red sore from holding the seraph blades too tightly.  The clock chimed telling us all it was 12 o’clock and time to eat.
“There’s still some food from last night left if you-” Izzy began but Jace cut her off with a sarcastic laugh which made a few strands of his golden hair fell in front of his face. His arms folded over his chest as he spoke. “Oh that stuff…Mmm.” He taunted, a smirk upon his lips.
“What about Taki’s?” I suggested with a small shrug. Undoubtedly, Simon and Clary would be eating with us and with Simon’s diet it seemed fitting to go somewhere he could eat too. A hard yet light tapping on the door had my sister rushing down the stairs to open it. Simon was supposed to be here at around…well now. A small yawn escaped my lips. Stele in hand, I began drawing various runes that were fading. Maybe it would have been best to do this before training.
Jace had begun walking towards the door, the room was fairly tidy so Maryse couldn’t complain. I followed him out of the room and to the top of the stairs. If I was to walk down these steps effectively I knew the balance rune would have to be re-drawn. Having practise at walking and drawing I started swirling the stele in a certain way on the inside of my wrist on top of the old one.
“Alec?” I heard a familiar voice say. Magnus. I glanced up and for the first time saw who stood on the inside of the open institute door. His cat-like eyes accompanied by eyeliner and glitter made my heart jump. The gold tone of his evenly tanned skin complimented his rough black silk like hair and I suddenly lost focus. My hand slipped and ruined the half-finished rune on my wrist.
My subconscious accidentally misjudged the step and I slipped, tumbled and ended in a small pile at the bottom of the stairs. Almost instantly a hand was on my waist, helping me to my unstable feet. I looked down, felt the heat behind my cheeks and knew I was blushing. My warlock was looking at me with a small smile upon his parted lips but he wasn’t laughing like Isabelle. She was in hysterics and moved slowly from the door, clutching her stomach, to me and Magnus.
“By the Angel Alec, let me help.” She managed to say in between her little outbursts of chuckles and giggles. Her hand took the stele from me and she finished off the rune, I could only hope that it would still work.
She skipped off laughing to go and tell Jace that I had fallen down and of course, to finish getting ready for Simon coming here with Clary. Magnus’ hand slid down the side of my arm to my hand and began tugging me gently towards the door.
“So how was your day sweetie?” He asked. I nervously laughed and ran my hand through my hair.
“Well I just fell down some stairs…which was fun.”
“It looked like more than some.” He teased and squeezed my hand gently then glanced up and winked. “But I’ll make you feel better later, I promise.”