~Never Again~

Based on a prompt from otprpompts. tumblr. com - Imagine your OTP in a world where if your soulmate is harmed in any way, you get harmed in the same way. Person A cuts themselves, believing they'll never find their soulmate. (It's Person B) Person B finds marks all over their arms and panics in the realization that their soulmate is cutting themselves. What happens beyond there is up to you.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TMI OR ANYTHING ESTABLISHED!

Note: I don't really like AUs, but I had to continue this. Please don't kill me if I badly batched it up! DX

Malec semi-AU with Magnus as Person A and Alec as Person B. I worked on this all day, and I hope you guys like it! =D

PS: If this fails, then please feel free to smack me…

"What the… Alec what the hell did you do?!" Isabelle demanded, her dark eyes widening in shock at the marks on her brother's arms. Alec looked at her in confusion.

"What are you talking about Iz?" He asked. Izzy walked up to her brother and yanked on his arm, revealing horizontal cut marks on his wrists. Alec's blue eyes widen in complete shock.

"What the hell?" He yelped. Izzy breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Alec wasn't hurting himself, but then she frowned.

"Alec do you know what this means? If you didn't do this, then that means your soulmate is doing this to himself!" She exclaimed. Alec rolled his eyes, he never really thought about things like soulmates and such, because he didn't think he'd find his at all. He had seen it many times, with his parabatai and his sister both finding their soulmates, but he never thought that his soulmate was out there.

Out there, and hurting himself because he thought he'd never find him.

Alec frowned at that.

"Izzy…what do I do?" He asked. Isabelle sighed and hugged her brother.

"There really isn't much TO do Alec. All you really can do is hope that they realize that whatever reason they're doing this, it isn't true, and that it'll be ok." She replied. Alec hugged his little sister. The two shadowhunters sat in silence, Alec just hugging his sister tightly and hoping that whoever his soulmate is, would stop hurting himself and be ok.

It was a few days later when Alec was walking through central park when he saw him, alone and hunched over, crying on a bench. Normally Alec didn't want to bother anyone that looked upset, but ever since those cut marks appeared on his arms, he'd been more conscious of those that were upset around him. So he walked up to him and lightly tapped his shoulder, bending down slightly to look into his eyes.

"Hey are you alright?" Alec asked gently. The man looked up and Alec saw his gold-green cat eyes were red and slightly puffy, his black eye makeup running down his reddening cheeks. He looked pale, despite the caramel glow of his skin. Alec couldn't help but stare. He was beautiful, but why was he so sad? The warlock looked down, his black hair falling in his eyes. Alec looked at his wrists, which were bandaged up. He tentatively took the warlock's hand and held it.

"Look whatever it is, it's ok. Whatever it is, it isn't true, and it'll get better. Someone's out there and they see what you're doing, and they're scared and worried about you. They see this-" He held his hand tighter. "-and it makes them wish they could be there to prove that you do matter. They'll think that it's their fault because they couldn't be there to love you and show you that you matter. So please stop, because it's ok, and it'll get better." He spoke in a soothing tone, as if he were talking to his sister. The warlock looked at him in shock, never had someone told him these things. Fresh tears pooled in his eyes and he reached up to hug Alec tightly and burying his face in his neck. Alec stood there for a second before hugging him back. He felt strange, but something told him to keep holding on to this man. He wondered if this was his soulmate, if this was the one who hurt himself and cut his wrists.

"Do…do you wanna talk about it? About what happened?" Alec asked after a minute. The man nodded his head slowly, still buried his face in his neck. Alec felt his lips moving against his neck and pushed away slightly.

"I'm sorry, but what were you saying?" He asked. The man rubbed away the smeared makeup.

"I would like to talk, but first I want to know your name." He replied. Alec's cheeks tinted slightly. His voice was beautiful too, and it pained Alec to hear the strain of sorrow in his voice.

"I'm Alec. Alec Lightwood." He replied. The other man smiled weakly.

"Magnus Bane." He replied. Alec smiled at Magnus before letting go of him.

"Come on, I'll get you some coffee and we can talk there." He soothed leading Magnus from the bench and out of central park to a nearby Starbucks, where Alec ordered them both a cup of black coffee before they sat down in a corner booth. Magnus smiled, grateful for the coffee. He set his hands down on the table and Alec noticed the bandages on both of his arms that were peaking out from his long sleeved shirt.

"So first off, why were you crying in the park?" Alec asked gently. Magnus frowned as he thought about it.

"I'm not really sure…It's a blur mostly…I just remember my boyfriend breaking up with me and these past few days being full of crying and feeling like I'll never find someone that cares. I've lived through so many lifetimes, but I've never found my other half, my soulmate, for lack of a better word, and I'm starting to doubt I ever will…" He replied sadly as his eyes averted to his arms. Alec reached over and touched Magnus's hands gently as he spoke, sadness for the beautiful warlock in his blue eyes.

"Don't say that. From what I can tell, you're very worthy of being cared for, and you will find your soulmate, wherever they may be." He soothed. The sleeve of his jacket rode up, and Magnus saw horizontal cuts on his wrists. They looked familiar too, like they were in the exact same place as the cuts on his own wrists. He reached over and grabbed Alec's wrist.

"I didn't do that. They appeared a few days ago. My sister flipped when she saw them…" He started, but then stopped as fresh tears appeared in Magnus's eyes. Alec moved so he was sitting next to him.

"Magnus what's wrong?" He asked. Magnus's hand trembled as he pulled the sleeve of his shirt up and unwrapped the bandages to reveal horizontal cuts across his wrists. Alec very gently touched his wrist and Magnus winced. Alec moved his hand away.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't-" He started when Magnus pressed his lips to Alec's wrist. Alec blushed deeply, but didn't pull his arm away.

"I should be saying sorry. I hurt you. I'm so sorry Alec…" He whispered against his wrist. Alec looked at him in surprise.

"Why are you…" He started, but didn't finish as Magnus very gently pressed his lips against Alec's, his un-bandaged arm sliding up and around Alec's neck to gently brush against the hair on the back of his neck. Alec sat frozen in surprise before relaxing and kissing Magnus back, his arms sliding around the warlock's waist. Something felt so right in this kiss, and both men wanted nothing more than to stay like this, in this sweet and gentle kiss, but the need for air forced them to break apart, though they stayed in their warm embrace.

"Never again…" Magnus whispered. Alec looked at him in confusion. The warlock smiled.

"Never again will I hurt myself, because if I do, I'll hurt you…and I never want to hurt you, Alec Lightwood." He whispered before burying his face in the blue eyed shadowhunter's neck. Alec held Magnus tightly to his chest.

The scars healed, and Magnus never hurt himself again, because Alec was there, and he always would be.

Dear god I've never written something like this before. I hope it's ok, and if I batched everything all to hell, then please smack me and tell me how to improve.