Malec one shots

Liquid Luck

Alec was trawling through the pharmaceutical aisles, checking the back of packets, sachets and bottles. What would Warlocks be able to take? He wished he'd asked Magnus...

When he'd come home from the Institute earlier in the night, he'd found his boyfriend hot from a fever, something he never thought he'd ever see since Warlocks just didn't catch colds or mundane illnesses. It turns out Magnus had tried to brew Liquid Luck, a concoction from a series of books he'd been raving about to Alec. He was convinced he could recreate it, but unfortunately for him, it had backfired and sprayed him with all kinds of harmful chemicals. Now, Alec was in a 24-hour store stocking up on flu medicines and the ingredients for soup.

When he got back to the loft, he quietly checked the bedroom. The ceiling fan was on, windows open and Magnus was under a thin sheet, his body glistening with perspiration while he slept, and his forearm rested on his forehead where Alec had placed a cold wet flannel.

Back in the kitchen, Alec started making a simple chicken noodle soup. He hoped it would be enough to feed him for a few lunches and warm him up. It always seemed to work for Izzy and Jace, so there was no reason why Magnus wouldn't benefit.

Around two hours after Alec had prepared the soup, Magnus emerged looking peaky. "You should be in bed," Alec scolded.

"You should be beside me." Magnus' voice was nasally and he was holding onto the door frame as if he might fall down at any moment.

Putting his book down, Alec stood and grabbed some of the medicines before marching Magnus back into the bedroom. He grumbled in protest, but was far too weak to put up much of a fight.

"Here... Try this."

Magnus opened his mouth for the spoon and drank the syrup on the end, grimacing. Alec chuckled and laid him down, stroking the flannel on his head to push back his flat, wet hair.

"You must be tired," Magnus sighed. His eyes were closed and Alec could tell he was on the verge of dozing off again.

"I'm alright. I just need you to be."

"Alexander, I have the flu." Magnus smiled and stroked his fingers over Alec's palm, lacing their fingers together. Without a second thought, Alec pulled back the sheets and shrugged off his clothes, leaving just his t-shirt and boxers. Magnus raised a brow, but said nothing as he shuffled back for Alec get in beside him. "You should be in the spare room, my love. If you were to catch this—"

"—Like you said," Alec smiled, "It's just the flu. Besides, you know it's impossible for me to sleep without you beside me..."

Magnus said nothing more, but brought their bodies together, closing his eyes to the comfortable warmth between them.

The confident Warlock Alec had given his heart to seemed to be oddly vulnerable and cuddly when sick. If Alec's hand tried to move, it was gripped harder— even when Magnus was in a deep sleep. Alec made a mental note to call Izzy in the morning. The institute would have to survive a couple of days without him. Magnus needed him more.

The days went by and Alec was enjoying caring for his boyfriend. Magnus would try and talk to him, but a lot of the time it was jumbled and breathless. The shivering from the fever had greatly improved. Alec had bathed him more than once in a nice, hot bath when his temperature plummeted, then provided him with the perfect breeze when he was too hot. It was like he was a personal thermostat for the Warlock.

Magnus had very much enjoyed the soup. Even when three days had passed and Magnus was getting better, Alec still spoon fed him because the intimacy from the gesture warmed his heart and made it want to burst with how much he loved this man.

Through the centuries of his life, Magnus had never needed anyone to take care of him in such a mundane and simple way. The care that Alec was providing for him was not unexpected— he knew how caring his Shadowhunter was and how much he craved the opportunity to look after him in return for all the times he'd helped Alec. What was unexpected was just how much it meant. Often during the course of the days he was ill, he found himself close to tears from just a simple act of kindness. Saving someone from demon poison was one thing, but to fluff a pillow, change his clothes and wash his body without sexual intent was something new altogether.

On the fifth day, Alec was still asleep, exhausted, but satisfied he'd been able to take care of his love when he never imagined he'd need to. To be there for him on this rare occasion was an honor. To catch a glimpse of this rare side to Magnus' personality, the side that was was unable to look after himself, that couldn't understand the modern medicine and procedures for such a mundane and common illness, made Alec feel needed and wanted.

Little kisses to his cheek woke him and Alec's eyes fluttered open to a most wonderful sight; the sight his dreams were forever enchanted with.

"Magnus?" He reached his hand and stroked his boyfriend's face. Magnus looked just as he had before; his face no longer had the bags under his eyes and his skin was smooth and well made up.

"My magic was able to fix the rest." Magnus smiled down at him and then brought a kiss to his lips. Magnus rested down beside him and Alec's first instinct was to just pull him close, wrapping him in his arms and stroking his fingers through his hair.

Alec often enjoyed being held, but this was one of those times he wanted to do the holding to be reassured that the shivering, sore-throated Warlock in his arms was back to full health.

"I'm glad you're feeling better," he mumbled and kissed the top of Magnus' hair.

"So am I, but if I ever feel a sniffle coming on, I know who to employ as my own personal sexy nurse," Magnus teased, pressing a gentle kiss to Alec's jaw, stroking his fingers through his chest hair. "I love you, Alexander... so much." Magnus' voice came out as a whisper.

"I love you too. More than I can ever express." Alec kept his eyes on the ceiling thinking back to how the week had gone.

"Thank you..."

"It's no bother." Alec smiled up at the ceiling.

It really wasn't.

A/N

Hello peeps I have a few messages!

1)send Malec prompts!! 

2) Go read @fallenangels2245 stories because they are amazing!

3) Okay, so I'm currently writing a new book. Dari, a young college boy who is studying to be a doctor finds out he has terminal cancer and he will die within the year. He had spent his entire life helping other people and trying to please his family. He decides that he wants to live his life to the fullest before he dies. That's when he meets Fane. Fane is a troubled guy who spends his life doing one scam after another, drinking, drugs and living every moment to do what he wants. When their paths cross Dari asks Fane to teach him how to live his life to the fullest before he goes. Anyway, I'm shit at descriptions but obviously, they fall in love and a bunch of crazy things happens and they go on adventures and stuff. So the point is I am not sure I should post it because I don't think it will get many reads or whatever? 

So tell me what you think! should I post it or should I spend my time on The Look Of Fire and We Are Alive?    

Okay byeeeeeeee people

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