Hey everyone. I haven't had time to write anything in months, but I've been watching the Shadowhunters TV series and just really wanted to write some fanfiction. So this week it's Malec. Just because. They're awesome. This follows a bit of the plot of the TV show, and will probably just remain a one off unless I get some demand for another instalment! Anyways, I hope you enjoy; please leave a review if you can!- Ivy x
Disclaimer- I do not own Shadowhunters or any beautiful thing within that world
"STOP. DON'T MOVE. STAY EXACTLY WHERE YOU ARE."
"Magnus," Alec said, foot frozen awkwardly in front of him so that he was nearly toppling over, "what in Raziel's name are you doing?"
Magnus looked up at him from his place on the couch for a split second before breaking eye contact. The décor had changed yet again, Alec noticed. It was very minimalist, with plain cream walls and oak flooring. The last time Alec had been in Magnus's loft it had looked like Umbridge's office; pink with futons and cat portraits hanging from every wall. And yes, he thought, almost ashamed of himself, he knew who Harry Potter was.
Magnus was what had changed the most though; he was wearing black jeans and a rather comfy looking navy sweater. The only jewellery to be found was a single golden band on his right index finger and the spiral thing that he wore on his ear. The most shocking thing? No glitter in sight. He looked like he could have be eighteen or nineteen, and yet his eyes spoke of a much older soul.
"Currently," he said, sitting up and examining his nails, "I'm not doing anything."
His cat eyes were out, something that seemed to happen when he was too annoyed to bother glamouring them.
"Then please explain to me why I can't move my foot," Alec said. He was about to fall over.
Magnus looked at him as if this should be obvious.
"You are not taking one more step into my apartment until you explain to me what the hell happened last week. At the Institute." He seemed to add the last bit for extra clarification purposes, though it seemed to irk him to do so.
Alec sighed. Magnus had come over and given him the autopsy report from the forsaken warrior that had broken the Institute door down and nearly killed him. He had later been training and the warlock had strolled in like it was nobody's business and ogled him (and yes he had just used the word ogled) before handing over the folder. Soon after their exchange Alec had left. Quickly.
"Look, Magnus. I don't know what-"
Magnus suddenly looked very tired. His cat eyes dimmed to brown. He snapped his fingers and Alec immediately felt a weight lift from his feet. But he stayed in place all the same.
"Let me guess… You don't know what you want. You don't know what I want, though I hasten to add, that I think I've made it abundantly clear what I want, and you're tied to the Institute and all your duties and you're going to get married to some random showdowhunter girl and nothing I ever say seems to register in your seemingly thick skull." He took a breath. "Does that about sum the situation up you annoyingly beautiful pain in my-" He cut himself off.
Alec just stared at him. Crap, he thought. Crap. Crap. Crap.
Yeah, that about summed it up. Alec had been avoiding him. Ever since their last meeting. Alec had told himself that it was all because of his duty to the Institute and that he couldn't get caught up in anything because he would end up hurt, but the reality? He had been standing there in the gym and Magnus had come in and told him to follow his heart- or something like that. And you know something? For the first time ever, in living memory, his heart wasn't telling him to go to Jace. And that scared him. That scared the crap out of him. He really needed to stop saying crap.
"I-" Alec started but Magnus cut him off again.
"Just forget it. Forget I said anything. Tell me what you want, why you came here and I'll see if I can help."
Alec took a couple of steps towards him, almost nervously. Alec didn't do nervous. He didn't like it. He didn't like a lot of things about his current situation. He coughed.
"I came to see you," he mumbled.
"Obviously. You are standing in my apartment," Magnus said, slightly irritated.
"No, I mean. I came to see you. Izzy sent me."
Magnus had stood up and was making his way over to the drinks cabinet. He seemed to pause for a beat, before going on to pour himself a scotch.
"Why would Isabelle send you?" he asked.
Alec inwardly groaned. He'd never done this before. He didn't know what he was doing. Damn Isabelle and her meddling. He paused for a second before a thought came to him. He smiled.
"Do you come here often?"
Magnus just stared at him. Like a 'did you really just ask me that question, are you on crack' stare.
"This is where I live. Alexander, are you okay?" he asked, putting his glass down, looking genuinely concerned.
This just made Alec smile wider.
"Do you," he said stumbling over his words, "wanttogooutsometimemaybe?"
"I have absolutely no idea what you just said."
Alec paused a second before swiftly turning around and walking back out of the front door, closing it behind him.
Magnus stared on in bewilderment when a moment later there was a knock at the door. He went to open it. Alec was just standing there, looking like his adorkable self. And those eyes...
"Alexander what on earth are you doing? Are you high? Did a vampire bite you? Did you eat some faerie food? Because if you did I think that would explain a lot."
Alec shook his head with a little frustration.
"No."
"Then what are you doing?"
"I'm trying to ask you out."
"Out where?" Magnus cried in exasperation. "What do you need now? Who is injured? Did Luke's stiches open up again or something? Did your brother get himself turned into a ferret?" Then he paused. Alec looked almost frightened at what he was going to say next. Scrap that, Alec looked terrified. And then it dawned on him.
"Ah."
Yeah, so please review if you have a second! Sorry that my writing is a little rusty :)
