Malec One Shots

62. Loss

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Song ~ GEMS - Medusa
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With the loss of Magnus' magic, came the loss of a part of Magnus himself. Alec didn't know what to do. But by the angel if he didn't try.

Magnus pulled a hoodie over his head, shrugging the hood down and curling his arms around himself. Stood in front of the floor-length mirror in his and Alec's bedroom, he felt so small. Even more so in Alec's massive hoodie. Surveying his face, he felt the pulse of a glamour over his eyes, the thing his father had granted him that now he wished didn't. He no longer had his magic, and without it he was unable to glamour his eyes. With the promise of his magic wished away to his father, he asked for a permanent glamour. At that moment of time it was common sense, who would want to see his mark so openly? But when he saw Alec spread out on the alley concrete, he wished he'd never asked for it. The one thing he knew would bring Alec from his delirium, and he'd wished it away. That was over now, though. Alec had healed, gone back to work like nothing was wrong, and Magnus loved him. He'd never felt such affection for a person, and though at first it felt like it was going to tear him apart, now it was a warm beating in his chest.

He still felt small. His physical stature hadn't changed, yet he felt as if he'd shrunk. At the notice of hot tears falling down his cheeks Magnus rubbed at them with the heels of his hands, aggressively scrubbing as if it would make him feel better when it just made him see stars. He let out a huffed laugh; he really did feel pathetic. Palms still pressed to his eyes, he let a few more tears slip before he felt strong arms curl around his waist, and a chin rest on his shoulder. "I made you tea, you feel good enough to come drink it or you want me to bring it in?" Alec mumbled, hands rolling up the hem of the hoodie to gently rub Magnus' stomach. He was going for best boyfriend of the millennia, at this point. "I'll come, just- hold me?" Magnus whispered, feeling Alec's arms tighten. Alec turned him around, fingertips gracing Magnus' sides, and tucked him under his chin. "How is it today?" Alec asked, pressing a feather-light kiss to Magnus' bed hair. "Four." Magnus spoke softly, letting Alec grip him by the hips and lift him up so he could wrap his legs around Alec. "Better than yesterday, isn't it?" Alec said, holding Magnus up with his left arm and smoothing Magnus' fluffy hair down with his right.

Yesterday was one of the toughest days, and all because of some client who'd somehow not gotten the message that Magnus was out of business until further notice. He'd barrelled his fist against the loft door; and Magnus was left searching for the spare door key, Alec having taken the usual one as he left for the institute. Upon opening the door Magnus was shoved aside and pushed against the wall, not like Alec did it; no one ever did it like Alec did it, but it had shocked Magnus so much that he gasped and felt his legs give out. Held by his shirt collar, the client had berated him for denying him service, and Magnus had just gaped silently, trying to grip the brick wall behind him. Alec had found them god knows how long later, pulling the client off and throwing something at him that kept him in a box of hard light. He had caught Magnus as he fell, sliding his legs beneath him to pull him to his chest. Magnus gasped into his shirt, clutching at the lapels of his jacket as he cried. "It's okay sweetheart, there you go." Alec had hummed, shrugging his jacket off to drape it over Magnus' shoulders with infinite care. He'd picked him up, now asleep, laying him on the sofa, before scrawling a message on the palm of his hand with his stele and sending it off to the institute where he knew Underhill would get it. He arrived not long later, walking in through the gaping door and making his way over to Alec and Magnus, past the client who'd given up banging against the makeshift hard light cell. "How is he?" Mark had asked, smiling sadly at the warlock, no, mundane, curled up in Alec's lap. "Tired, he doesn't sleep unless he physically collapses, and I hate leaving him alone all day while I work. Especially when it leaves me worrying about if things like this will happen." Alec sighed, brushing Magnus' fringe from his forehead with deft fingers. "You have me on door duty right?" Mark had asked, glancing at the client who was sat down, defeated. "Yeah, why?" Alec's brows furrowed. "If he comes to see you tomorrow I'll let him in for you, see if he wants to come get food with me, and then take him to see you." He stated, seeing Alec's eyes widen. "Could you? I don't want him to hurt like this, it's almost physically painful for him, and he hates feeling as if he's being babysat." Alec huffed, and Mark just nodded. "Might do him some good." He stated, making Alec smile softly. "Take him to the institute and put him in a holding cell. My orders, okay?" Alec motioned towards the mundane that had gone back to battering the cell. And Underhill had done so. He'd taken the client away in runed handcuffs, and Alec had taken care of Magnus for the rest of the evening.