Malphabet: Y is for Yawning
Malec Alphabet Drabbles / Oneshots (from A-Z)
Pairing: Magnus Bane / Alec Lightwood
Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV show)
Y if for Yawning
It’d been one hell of a week. Alec, Isabelle, Clary and Jace had been carrying out multiple missions each day, rounding up the last of the circle members on top of their usual demon fighting duties and they were all exhausted. So, even though Alec knew this briefing was really important, once he started he just couldn’t stop himself yawning again, and again.
“Alec Lightwood, are you listening to me?”
Alec sighed as Maryse singled him out from the crowd. It wasn’t as though he was the only one who was exhausted. For the Angel’s sake, he was pretty sure Clary was asleep with her head leaning on Jace’s shoulder and there were plenty of others among them who were not far from it.
“Yes. You were saying you think Lydia’s managed to identify another group of rouge Shadowhunters created by the mortal cup hiding out in Harlem near Columbia University and you’re sending Jace and – and I –” Alec said, fighting and losing his battle with another yawn, earning him yet another look of disgust from his mother, “– to do recon this morning before a raid tonight.”
“Maybe, you haven’t healed up as well as you’ve been telling everyone, after that brush with that Demon last week,” Maryse said bitterly, as though thinking this would somehow save face. She kept shooting defensive looks at the older Shadowhunters scattered around the room despite the fact that Alec’s yawning only seemed to bother her. As far as Alec could tell everyone else was far too tired to notice, let alone care. In a way, she was right, it was partly because of something with demon’s blood that he could hardly keep his open.
“Perhaps I can be of service then?” Magnus said, walking into the briefing room as though he had every reason to be there. Even though Alec was almost certain he hadn’t actually done anything to the strengthen the Institute’s wards for weeks now. It was their best excuse for Magnus to come visit him while Alec was working so he wasn’t about to bring Magnus’ lack of real work to anyone’s attention.
“Take him,” Maryse said dismissively, surprising both Alec and Magnus. They both did their best to cover their shock and pleasure at his mother actually agreeing to let them spend time together, “heal him. I need him ready for his next mission at 8 o’clock tomorrow morning, do you understand?”
An entire day and night off. Alec could hardly believe it. His mother was actually sending him, practically forcing him, to spend an entire 24-hour period with Magnus Bane.
In his hurry to comply with his mother’s orders, Alec managed to almost tip his chair over, which earned him another glare. But at least in the clatter of chairs there was no way she could have heard Isabelle snort and say something that sounded a lot like ‘who does she think has been wearing him out each night?’ or Jace’s quiet question to Clary about what she thought their chances were of being sent home to bed, for some ‘rest’ and a ‘healing touch.’
Alec kept his eyes down, not daring to meet his mothers or Magnus’ eyes as he moved swiftly towards the door. The only reason he wasn’t blushing blood red all over was the knowledge that his mother could still change her mind, which was a far more effective mood dampener than any cold shower he’d ever come across.
The relief when at last there was a closed door between them and his mother was almost too much for Alec’s tired mind. But one look in Magnus’ golden cat eyes and suddenly tiredness was the furthest thing from his mind.
“I believe I was ordered to take you home and put you to bed, Alexander,” Magnus teased, his lips tantalisingly close to the pulse thrumming wildly at the base of Alec’s neck, as he hustled Alec through a portal he’d just created, “and keep you there, for an entire day.”