A/N: Yup, I'm finally updating! I hope you're all well and enjoying season two of Shadowhunters! I haven't had the time to watch past the first episode :( so no spoilers please! Also, this is a boy x Alec imagine! It's awesome to get this requested. Thank you for reading!

For: naturewritesitself Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy this!! 

It all happened so quickly. You were simply on a mission, kill demons then go home with the possibility of getting a few scratches, no big deal. Unfortunately the mission had gone completely wrong and it was more then just a 'bad day' for you. You were stabbed. Or whatever you would call having demon claws plunged into your body. You saw your life flash before your eyes (just like the movies), like the memories of participating shadowhunter funerals and other depressing things, but also the good memories, of you and Izzy, best friends having fun despite having to follow the rules. You did have a good life and you were sure this was the end. However,  right now you happened to be (alive) in the training room practicing your punches, two days was enough to recover from a near death experience, right? Well, no, but you convinced yourself it was. With one more hard punch you heard the dull thud noise from hitting the punching bag then a shot of pain ripped through your body making your stitches feel like they were on fire against your cuts and it crippled you momentarily. And then your mind went back to the memory of when you got those stitches:

You winced and closed your eyes. God, why me? You couldn't help asking yourself every time you felt the pinch of the needle threading through your skin. 

"Y/N, this is bad," Alec mumbled as he continued to put you back together. "You're a shadowhunter, you should be healing faster than this. I don't think we've ever had to stitch anyone after a mission like this before." You sighed, you'd been over this before. The claws of the demon were more deadly than the average of their kind. And yes, every shadowhunter before has been healed with a few runes and a good nights sleep, but you wounds weren't healing properly and had to be stitched together. So mundane.

"We're not fully angel blooded, you know." Alec mused, apparently "so mundane" had slipped out absentmindedly. 

"Yes, well, I like to think that I have more angel blood in me than most shadowhunters." You stated as firmly as you could (then ignoring the high pitched squeal you let out afterwards). 

"I don't mean to burst your bubble, but don't you think this is enough proof to say the opposite?" You tried to make eye contract with him to show him your deadpan expression but his eyes were fixated on your bare chest where he had just finished stitching.

"Admiring your work or the view?" You smirked, suddenly letting go of the sides of the table you were sitting on. God, you haven't even noticed you were holding onto it (for dear life) the whole time! Alec shook his head and turned away to collect the scattered belongings to the first aid kit he had used. When will he ever notice? 

"Y/N!" You were back in reality now, staring blankly at the man in front of you (and of course you could tell it wasn't a man, you weren't that dense). "Are you all right? What the hell are you doing out of bed anyways? You probably tore some of stitches open, you idiot!" 

"Alec..." You breathed, you felt dizzy and hot, you were going to pass out any second, or now... Nope, you still had a bit longer. You faintly heard Alec asking what multiple times.

"You hurt my manly pride." And then you felt yourself sink into darkness (possible death). 

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"You're such a moron, Y/N." Alec said quietly. He couldn't help but hear the note of affection in his voice. You had really grown on him, he realized. It had been scary to see you standing in front of the punching bag in the training room, your were knuckles slightly bloody. One of your arms was loosely wrapped around your torso while the other stayed limp. Your eyes were barely open but your mouth on the other hand, was open wide. He probably would have thought it was cute in other circumstances, but you looked so sick and exhausted that worrying about you took over him. And then after a few minutes of being angry at you, you fell unconscious into his arms. So now, he looked at you peacefully sleeping and felt his heart clench, you were safe now. Why couldn't he just admit it to himself? Alec sighed and reached out slowly, taking your warm hand into his, this felt right, and he was never going to forget that.