Malec one shots

I'm sorry

////Angry, sad and fluff////

(Alec's point of view)

I can't believe Magnus would do such a thing he knows how I feel about those kinds of things yet he just went ahead and did it. I should probably explain well as many of you know all my clothes are black or grey and Magnus being himself with all his colour and glitter is always complaining about my clothes. I never tell him that whenever he says something bad about it that it hurts. My clothes are who I am I think Dark things I don't know why that's just who I am  I can't see why he can't except that I accept his all his colours and glitter but this morning went to far. I woke up went to get dressed but found all my clothes are gone and now replaced with clothes that are like his thank god I still had clothes in my room at the institute, times like these I am glad he said no to moving in. I went to confront from and all he did was laugh and say  you wear those rags all day are horrible I just wanted to look nice. I didn't even say I just turned around and left not even blinking when he called my name and I didn't even bother telling him why I wear these clothes I couldn't even look at him

I thought he loved me loving me means my clothes guess not

"ALEC" Jace yelled from the training door I was here trying to get my mind of this morning angrier still sprinting through out my whole body.

"WHAT? I am training" I yell throwing another punch to the boxing bag my hands are raw, red, bleeding and  killing me but I can't get myself to stop.

"What is your problem?" He spat

"Just live me alone" I reply not looking up at him. I thought he left until I felt arm on my shoulder I relaxed into the touch. I couldn't hold in any longer I just started sobbing. Jace pulled me into his chest letting us fall to out knees on the ground

It was probably a good 10 minutes before I pulled away wiping away the tears

"Alec what is wrong?" Jace asked while putting on healing runes on my wrist. We both sat up leaning against a wall

"Do you know how when I came out at fourteen mum and dad pretty much from there on gave me the basic things saying 'faggots like you should suffer to learn your lesson' meaning they along keep me alive so I could look after you guys when they went away" Jace just sadly nodded "Well all I could afford myself was these clothes because they were suitable for a shadowhunter and cheap" I tried to blink away the tears but some feel

"I never knew why you started wearing them why are you telling me all this" Jace asked concerned putting a hand on my knee

"I was ashamed to tell you or anyone for the matter of a fact I guess even if you are my parabatai but this morning when I went to get ready at Magnus's I found all my clothes were gone and replaced with glitter and colour. I went to ask Magnus why he changed my clothes he said  'you wear those rags all day you look horrible in them I just wanted to look nice'. Everything that mum and dad did all the times they called me names or something all came back. I finally accept myself because of Magnus I thought he loved me meaning my clothes. To tell you the truth I like them they are comfortable and suited for work I enjoy wearing for literally once in my life but him saying that I don't any more. One fucken sentence from the person I love and I who I thought loved me tore every healed worn up again" I said changing emotions everything three seconds finally angrier running through my body. I look to my side seeing Jace standing up "Where are you going?" I asked

"Out" He said running out of the room. To be honest I couldn't care 

I hope up going to my phone putting my headphones on blasting my music and started training again. I set up many targets already the room I picked up my bow and arrow and started shooting my arrows. I continued this until my hands where shaking with hurt and angrier again. I throw my bow against the door breaking it throwing my arrow around the room along with everything I could put my hands on I even smashed in over my knee or against the wall. By the point my hands were dripping with blooding even worse than before and my whole body felt like it was on fire,  I couldn't care pain I deserve this I am a faggot no one loves me I should be use to this pain. I walk to the punching bag once again throwing punches kicking it now and than