You know I'll never miss out on prompting some Zia words, so how about #32 from the fluff section, “Well it’s a good thing I don’t plan on doing that.” 😘
I had every intention of making this super sappy and soft but this happened instead. Enjoy!
Alec startles when the telltale wind of a portal opening whips around his office. He quickly grabs the papers he had stacked across the top of his desk before they fly everywhere.
When the wind subsides, Magnus stands in the center of Alec’s office. He’s all kinds of disheveled in a way that Alec rarely ever sees. The arm of his coat is ripped and wet with blood. His hair is falling in his face and his right cheek is entirely scratched up.
Alec stands from his desk quickly.
Magnus salutes with two ringed fingers and grins wildly, “Alexander.”
“What the hell happened?”
Alec hurries around his desk, hands coming up to touch lightly at the scrapes along Magnus’ cheek.
Magnus winces but doesn’t move away. “It’s nothing. You should see the other guy.”
Alec raises an eyebrow. Magnus had left early that morning to help a client with some sort of demon problem. He hadn’t really explained much to Alec before taking off.
“Don’t get into a fight with a high warlock,” is all Magnus replies and then proceeds to sway on his feet.
Alec presses a hand to the small of his back before he completely collapses onto the floor.
“Well it’s a good thing I don't plan on doing that.” He says, a touch fondly as he navigates Magnus over to the couch and helps him sit down.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Alec goes on, going back to his desk and opening one of the drawers to pull out gauze and a clean cloth, “what the hell happened?”
“I might have pissed off a demon or two,” Magnus shrugs and then winces when his torn jacket sleeve rubs against the wound on his arm, “no big deal.”
Alec rolls his eyes, “uh huh, no big deal. You just showed up in my office drenched in blood and then almost passed out.”
Alec just chuckles. He and Magnus have been together long enough that he’s no stranger to tending to his wounds when he runs out of magic. Everytime, no matter how bad it is, Magnus will insist he’s fine. Alec is used to it by now.
He comes to carefully sit next to Magnus on the couch, peeling the blood soaked jacket from Magnus’ arm and then removing his shirt as well.
With the clothing removed, Alec can see that the wound on his arm is quite deep. He hums, “might need to stitch that up.”
Magnus groans and drops his head onto Alec’s shoulder, “no, give me an hour and I can heal myself.”
Alec presses the cloth to the wound to help stop the bleeding and presses a slanted kiss to the side of Magnus’ head. “Don’t be a baby.”
Magnus pulls away slightly, looking affronted.
“I resent that,” he says but nevertheless doesn’t protest when Alec peels the cloth away to take another look at the cut.
It has stopped bleeding so profusely, which is a good sign. He will probably still need to stitch it up though.
Although Shadowhunters usually use iratzes for healing, they are taught basic first aid, including how to clean and stitch wounds in the off chance they end up losing their stele during a fight. Alec has had to stitch his fair share of his own as well as Izzy and Jace’s wounds.
Alec brings over the first aid kit and carefully pulls out what he needs. Magnus seems mostly resigned to his fate, sighing and angling his body so Alec can have better access to the wound.
“This is going to hurt,” Alec murmurs, leaning over to brush a kiss to the smooth skin of Magnus’ shoulder in apology.
Magnus just grins and winks, “oh, you know I can take a little pain, Alexander.”
“You’re an idiot,” Alec replies deadpan, while trying to hide his stupid smile in his arm. He doesn’t do a good job because Magnus is grinning triumphantly when he looks back at him.
For all his dramatics, Magnus is actually a very good patient once Alec truly gets to work stitching the wound. He holds still and barely flinches as Alec pulls the skin back together. His steady breathing keeps Alec focused and he doesn’t speak again until Alec is knotting the thread and wrapping gauze around his arm.
“Thank you, Alexander,” he says sincerely. His fingers skim down Alec’s arm until they find his hand and interlock their fingers. Alec’s hands are splattered with dry blood but Magnus doesn’t seem to mind.
“Anything for you,” Alec replies, squeezing Magnus’ hand with his own.
“Such a sap,” Magnus murmurs, pressing in closer to Alec’s side.
He’s exhausted, Alec can tell. Eyelids drooping, and body heavy against his. Alec releases the hands he’s holding and instead coaxes Magnus’ head down into his lap. Magnus comes easily, burrowing his face into Alec’s abdomen.
“You rest,” Alec says, running his fingers through Magnus’ soft hair, “I can finish up the rest of my work from here.”
Alec feels Magnus smile against his stomach and can’t stop his own lips from quirking upwards into a fond smile of his own.
“Love you,” Magnus murmurs sleepily, blindly reaching again for Alec’s hand. Alec’s smile grows as he twines their fingers together.
