A/N: I'm back… that took way too long. I need to get my shit together, don't I? Anyways… I've been having issues with my computer lately. So blame that if you wanna blame something. This chapter is a bit of a filler because honestly, I'm tired and I needed to write some Malec fluff. And besides, a few days need to pass in the story for the plot to pick back up.

The merging spell I've been working on still hasn't turned me into Cassandra Clare, so I don't own Alec or Magnus or anything else. I own Magnus' songs and Alec's book and characters (Clay's mom, Clay, Jason, Jade, Killian, Mala, anyone else I mention who isn't from TMI). Yep. Great. Back to working on the merging spell. Sorry this chapter is pretty short.

That night, after returning from searching Alec's apartment one last time, Magnus insisted that the author stay at his apartment again. Alec, not wanting to be a burden to Magnus, made up some excuse about Jace and now sat, rather miserable, on his couch alone. Why hadn't he just agreed and stayed over? He wanted Magnus snuggles. Wow, that sounded very childish, he thought immediately, and then: Childish or not, I don't care: I do want Magnus snuggles.

His laptop sat forgotten in his lap. He'd been on a writing streak, churning out pages like he hadn't done in weeks. His characters were on the brink of discovering the point of the sudden freezing weather; the only thing stopping them was that Clay still had to get away from his mom's persisting that they talk about what was going on with him. Alec wasn't sure whether Clay, being gay, edgy, and strong-willed, would snap at his mom or freak out. Or maybe he'll come out, Alec thought suddenly. He hasn't done that yet, I don't think. Not to his mom, at least. Once Clay's problems with his mom were sorted out, there was nothing stopping him from getting the stack of books Jade needed to talk to the ghost character who'd been causing all of the problems.

He looked down at his sketchbook and decided to draw Clay with everything he was probably thinking during the scene, along with any possible facial expressions he could make. Facial expressions were a great way to know a character—and a real person, for that matter. Magnus made some pretty epic facial expressions himself, usually involving exaggerated movements of his eyebrows. Jace squinted his eyes when he was serious or when he was trying not to laugh. Izzy had five different smiles for different occasions. Simon got fidgety and didn't look at someone when he was nervous. Alec didn't know what his own face did based on his emotions, but he knew if his friends and family could tell what he was thinking, his expressions would have to be pretty distinctive.

Before he knew what he was doing, his hand was moving to map out the planes of a face that was not Clay's. The face took shape, a shy but gleaming smile, laughing brown eyes, messy blond hair. Sebastian. And then tears were dripping down Alec's face. He set the book aside before he could smudge the drawing and wiped his eyes. He would never see Sebastian again.

He contemplated calling Magnus, then realized that if he wanted his lie to be believable, he couldn't. To hell with believable, he thought, and surprising himself with his own fierceness, he clicked the call button under Magnus' contact. His hand shook as he brought the phone to his ear.

"Alexander?"

Alec could only cry.

"Alexander, what's wrong? Is there anything I can do? I'm coming over." He heard some shuffling, as though Magnus was putting a coat on. "If only I could teleport," the singer muttered under his breath. "Or better yet, walk through a glowing purple gateway and be at your side in an instant." A door slammed. "But no, I'm not a warlock, am I, so I have to drive the normal way." A car door opened and closed. "Fear not, my dear Alexander, I am on my way."

Alec hadn't said a word through this whole exchange. He wanted to tell Magnus not to worry this much, but he was touched that he did, and he needed Magnus.

Five minutes later, Magnus blew through the door of the apartment and was holding Alec before Alec could blink. Magnus didn't say anything for a while, but then he noticed the drawing Alec had done of Sebastian, and hugged him tighter.

"Alexander, I can only begin to imagine how much you miss him. I know you meant a lot to each other and that part of you loves him and will always love him. I know you don't want me to say I'm sorry, but I am. Sorry that I haven't invented a time machine yet to travel back and stop you from driving up that mountain. Sorry that I don't know how to help you through this."

"You are," Alec sniffed. "Helping me. By being here like this." He swung his legs up over Magnus' lap and curled into his embrace. Magnus kissed his forehead.

"Well, I'm glad I could be useful," he smiled.

"Hmm," Alec almost purred into Magnus' neck. He felt rather like a cat, and he could not say he minded much. Magnus loved cats.

"Darling, is there something else bothering you?"

"Just life being complicated," Alec sighed. "Writer's block. I can't draw without my mind wandering to places I don't want it to. Six of your songs are stuck in my head. I'm tired but I can't sleep. I'm hungry but the thought of eating makes me sick. I…" he closed his eyes and snuggled closer to his boyfriend. "I just need to be hugged."

Magnus shifted on the couch so that he was lying on his back with Alec on his chest, a similar position to how they'd woken up that morning. But Magnus probably wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon, and Alec knew it. Alec also knew that Magnus was likely thinking of a different situation in which Alec might be on top of him.

"I don't wanna wake up

From a world where the light catches

The shadows as they dance

As prominent as flames along the outline of your face

I don't wanna wake up

From a world where the bright colors

Just come flooding out of you

As you go dancing in the rain, dying from laughter

And I see you smiling through the tears

I don't wanna wake up," Magnus sang softly, rubbing circles on Alec's back. Alec felt himself slipping into sleep and nuzzled Magnus' neck.

"Thank you for being here," he breathed.

"I wouldn't be anywhere else," Magnus replied.

Alec woke up the next morning in the same position, resting against Magnus' body. He smiled, glad to know that someone cared enough to stay with him for as long as he needed and then some. He stretched, arching his back against Magnus, and remembered something Killian had done to Mala after they'd first kissed. He reached his hands up into Magnus' hair and pulled, not too forcefully but definitely firmly. Magnus hummed approvingly, tipping his head back, so Alec grinned and began to play with his boyfriend's hair, letting it slide through his fingers and curl around his hands. He grabbed two fistfuls of it and pulled again, a bit harder, causing Magnus to moan pathetically. Alec laughed at him and kissed him on the cheek.

"You, good sir," he said through his laughter, kissing Magnus' nose, "Have a fetish."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Magnus managed to say, his head still tipped back. Alec, being the cruel man he was, pulled his hair again. Magnus actually growled at him, put his hands on Alec's waist, and flipped him over on the couch. He then sat on the author's stomach, eyes dark with something that made Alec want to hide from him as well as ravish him. His glitter-painted nails dug into Alec's chest.

"You will pay for that," he said, and leaned down. Their kisses were messy and needy; Alec could tell Magnus was obviously flustered from the hair-pulling and it was making him lose his self-control. He was fully prepared and ready to make out with his boyfriend for the better part of an hour, but he was not expecting Magnus to break off after a few minutes and bite down on Alec's neck, then licked the curve where his jaw turned toward his ear. The biting was certainly hot, and felt wonderful, but it was nothing compared to the licking. It was Alec's turn to moan, and Magnus pulled away to laugh.

"You, good sir, have a fetish," he repeated Alec's words with a smirk. Alec groaned and Magnus went back to slowly licking his neck, from the hollow above his collarbone up to his jaw.

Before their lips could meet again, a loud crashing sound came from the direction of Alec's bedroom, and both men jumped, Magnus getting off of Alec slowly. They stared at each other nervously for a moment, and the sound came again. It sounded like someone was breaking windows and slamming furniture around. Alec got up and headed toward his bedroom, hearing Magnus follow close behind him. Magnus shoved in front of him before they entered, but nobody was there. Alec looked and saw a figure dropping from the window, but why anyone would do that was past him; they were ten stories up. He rushed to the window and looked down.

Someone was hurrying away, hands tucked into the pockets of a heavy coat. Alec couldn't tell who it was based on appearance, but the way the man walked seemed very familiar.

"Oh God," he breathed, and Magnus placed a hand on his back.

"What is it, love?"

Alec took a deep breath before answering. "That was Sebastian Verlac."

A/N: Okay! Done with that! Now that my computer isn't glitching anymore, I can actually write. I have a couple other Malec stories going, one is already posted and the others are in process and I will put them up when I'm done with this one. I hope everyone's having a good day!

My school district is closed because of the corona virus, so I will have a lot of extra writing time these next couple weeks. I know it can be annoying when authors go for long periods of time without updating so I will strive to be better.