Hello, everyone. I present to you: Scraps, a collection of one- two- and three—sentence fics. Mostly Malec, although I may throw other characters in sometimes just for the fun of it.

This will be updated (hopefully) in fifteen-fic increments, whenever I feel like it and have the time. I make no promises regarding update times or content.

Disclaimer: This idea is not mine originally. I got it from the author Spun, who is a much better fanfiction writer than I will probably ever be. The Mortal Instruments do not belong to me, never have, never will.

Warnings: Occasional references to depression, suicide and self-harm. Also character death (I think Scars and Grave are the only ones in this set that need this warning). Be prepared for punctuation and grammar abuse beyond imagination, and a few somewhat insane fics (Catapult comes to mind…). I apologize for nothing. Other than that, I think we're set. Enjoy!

Pressured

Alec eats when he's feeling pressured or depressed, so Magnus can't say he's surprised to come home on the anniversary of Max's death to find that his boyfriend has eaten two pizzas, three cans of green beans, a pint of chocolate ice cream and an entire pineapple.

Dance

For the life of him Magnus cannot understand how someone who can skip so nimbly across a rooftop with a bow in his hands can be such an absolute klutz on the dance floor.

Battle

Alec would battle at Brocelind's Plain a hundred times again if it meant that he would stop getting that look from his father whenever Magnus is mentioned.

Catapult

Half-way through a long and tedious fight, Magnus—who for some reason has picked up the cat and is gesticulating wildly with him—accidently catapults Chairman Meow out of the open window. After staring, stunned, at the window for a few seconds, he tells Alec, "We're not through yet," before dashing out the door to rescue his pet.

April Fool's Day

Alec wakes up on the first day of April to find that all of his pants are missing and Magnus is grinning like a Cheshire cat. He pulls on a pair of Magnus's jeans (covered in glitter and with rhinestones on the pockets) and wonders how someone who is centuries old can still act like he's five.

Shower

"I'm willing to put up with a lot from you, Alec, but I can't wash blood and gravel out of the sheets every morning. Either you shower before you go to bed after hunting or you start sleeping on the floor, understand?"

Avocado

Magnus often wonders what exactly goes on inside his boyfriend's head when he says things like, "What do you suppose would happen if you froze an avocado?" When Magnus tells him it would probably be mushy and inedible when he thawed it again, Alec shakes his head and says, "I was thinking more in terms of a projectile…"

House

As much as Alec loves Magnus, he thinks it's a bit too early to start fantasizing about their dream home.

Forget

It hurts Magnus to know that however much he loves Alec now, in a few hundred years he'll be a distant memory or even forgotten. Which is why he spends as much time with his boyfriend as he possibly can, because he wants to make the most of the little time they have.

Scars

Alec thinks that Magnus doesn't know about the row of white and red scars marching up his right wrist, too straight and precise to be accidental.

Absolutely Not

"Why ever not? You would look fantastic in eyeliner!"

Reflect

It's so cold in the apartment that Magnus conjured a fire on the living room table and they fell asleep on the couch. The last thing that Alec sees before drifting off is the reflection of the flames dancing in those green-gold eyes.

Shopping Trip

Alec regrets agreeing to go shopping after two hours of standing in the hair products aisle, listening the Magnus have a debate with himself over which brand of shampoo would work best with his hair.

Cooking

Magnus is actually a very good chef when he tries and he knows what he's cooking; unfortunately he has a tendency to experiment, a strange aversion to recipes, and an extreme fondness for cinnamon.

Grave

Alec puts the bunch of white flowers down at the foot of the gravestone and wonders how it all went so wrong.

And on that depressing note, the end of the first fifteen. If you have any prompts or ideas I'd love to hear them, and if you'd like to see any of these expanded into a proper fic I'd love to hear that as well.