The sequel to Obsessed it now up! I wasn't expecting to post it as earlier as I did, but we as a fandom got the sad sad news that Shadowhunters has been cancelled. Now, I am so upset about this, but I would like to say that with the #SaveShadowhunters trending and people all over trying to save it, I hope that the show will continue. If not, that doesn't mean that I'll stop writing Malec fanfiction.

I will do my best to keep you all updated on the cancellation of the show and hopefully if Netflix or a new company will come and try to renew the show. But for now, I will stay hopeful and strong.

I hope you guys enjoy the sequel to Obsessed and I hope that we will all stay strong as a fandom or a show that changed the way we look at TV. A huge thank you goes to WordsAblaze for her amazing and overall wonderful help. Enjoy "Fixated"

It had been months since Valentine had been killed. Months since he had been brought to justice. Months since Clary and Jace had saved the Downworld. Months since Alec Gideon Lightwood proposed to the love of his life, Magnus Bane.

Long story short. Life was perfect for the two of them. Magnus and Alec had been through a lot since Valentine swapped bodies with his true love. Valentine attacked the Institute. He came after Clary and Izzy. He kidnapped Alec. He forced Magnus to sacrifice himself. Magnus was... raped. But in the end, the angel looked down upon them and gave their love a chance. Alec found Magnus. The two were reunited and now they were on the road to getting married.

Alec never thought that he would be able to fall so hard for a man like Magnus. Hell, Alec never thought that he would be able to fall for a man. He thought that we would have to marry a man to please his parents. But the angel proved him wrong. His love for Magnus was stronger than anything else in the world. He loved him so much. Alec repeated this speech to himself almost every time he woke up. Which he did right now. As his eyes opened, he laid next to his golden cat eyed fiance, their legs wrapped together. Alec couldn't have been more lucky.

Alec smiled. Magnus was always so peaceful in his sleep and Alec knew that he deserved that peace. Alec moved forward and lightly kissed his nose. Magnus was a heavy sleeper, he wouldn't wake up to stuff like Alec's loving kisses. But he always felt them. His cheek turned a bright pink and he smiled widely, still asleep.

Alec pushed his covers off and walked out of their bed. He looked over at Magnus. His hand was outstretched to his pillow. You could clearly see his engagement ring. Magnus wore it everyday since their engagement. Alec looked down at his own hand and rubbed his engagement ring. When Alec had proposed, Magnus had used his magic to give Alec the same ring. And Alec loved it. He rubbed the metal and diamond ring in his hand.

Just a few more weeks, Alec thought to himself. Just a few more weeks and I'll be able to call Magnus my husband. The love of my life, will be my husband.

Alec walked out of their bedroom, but he left the door opened. Magnus hated being alone ever since he was held by Valentine for months and raped by him. Alec never wanted to leave him alone. But Magnus told him that he needed to get over his fear. So every few days, Alec would just leave Magnus on his own for a few minutes. He hated it, but he agreed that Magnus needed it.

Alec walked into their kitchen, not remembering or caring that he was just in his boxers. Alec went into Magnus' kitchen and he opened the cabinets. He loved Magnus and he didn't care that he spoiled him almost everyday. He wanted to take care of Magnus. He wanted to cook for him. He wanted to carry him. He wanted to keep him safe. Alec wanted to be Magnus' husband more than anything in the world.

Alec pulled out eggs and bacon and flour and sugar. He wanted to make Magnus is favorite breakfast. Alec grabbed his phone from where it was charging on the island and he started to play his favorite song. Alec hummed along and danced as he cooked for his beautiful warlock fiance. He slowly started to mix the ingredients together and put them on the skillet. It always warmed Alec's heart when he saw how Magnus reacted to his cooking. Alec wasn't the best cook in the shadow world. He was no Gordon Ramsay or Martha Stewart, but he always tried his best to curve his fiance's hunger and just make him smile.

Alec hummed along to the song playing and spun around the kitchen as he cooked and brought out plated for the breakfast to be served on. Alec didn't even hear Magnus come into the kitchen. Magnus stood in the hallway and watched as his fiance danced like no one else was there while he stacked pancakes on a plate for him. Magnus loved how much attention he was given by Alec.

Magnus walked over to Alec, tip toeing so that Alec wouldn't turn over and ruin his surprise. Magnus wrapped his arms around his waist and held Alec. Alec jumped a bit, but he saw the rings and he knew that it was his beautiful fiance. "Good morning." Alec said, turning over to face him. Alec embraced him and started to ruffle his hair. Alec always thought that he looked so handsome with no makeup and no product in his hair.

"Good morning love." Magnus said, hugging Alec. Alec moved forward and kissed Magnus. He never forgot to kiss Magnus. He did it every day and he loved him so much. He never wanted to him to forgot how much he loved him. Magnus kissed him back and he rubbed his bare back.

"I made you breakfast." Alec said, when they let go. "I know how much you love my pancakes."

"Yes I certainly do. I also know how much you love Lights." Magnus said, referring to the song playing on his phone. Fight Club by Lights was his favorite song.

Alec went over and took Magnus' hand in his and he led him from the kitchen to their dining room. Yes, their dining room. Right after Alec had proposed to him, Magnus told him to move in and he magiked all of Alec belongings to the loft. Now the lived, slept, eat and did everything together. Alec sat him down one of the dining room chairs and he placed a plate of food in front of him. "Eat up sweetheart." he said. Alec was about to sit down next to him and eat with him, but the music stopped playing and his ringtone started playing.

Alec sighed and rolled his eyes angrily. "One moment baby." Alec said, moving back to the kitchen to get his phone. He looked at it and saw that it was from Jace. It was probably a hunt that he needed to attend as Head of The New York Institute. Alec sighed and looked back at Magnus. "I need to go. I am so sorry."

Magnus smiled. "It's okay Alexander. Job's make us do things."

Alec sighed. Not too long ago after their engagement, Magnus was forced to resign from being the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Because of his kidnapping and sexual assault, the warlocks were left to fend for themselves. Alec tried to tell the warlock council that Magnus was being held hostage, but they wouldn't listen. Magnus had no problem with resigning because he said that all he needed was Alec. Alec sighed and looked at Magnus. "I'll be back soon. We still have to pick a wedding cake."

"Of course." Magnus said. "I wouldn't miss seeing you have frosting all over your mouth."

Magnus snapped his fingers and Alec's hunting gear and clothes were now on his body. Alec smiled. "I'll see you later baby. Okay? I love you."

Alec kissed Magnus' temple. "I love you too." Magnus said back.

Alec took his phone and he walked out of the door. Magnus smiled and continued to eat the breakfast that his beautiful fiance had prepared for him. Life for the two were almost perfect. No, scratch that. It was perfect. Well... for now.

Valentine had been trapped inside of Edom. He was sent down there for his crimes against Magnus Bane. The son of the technical King of Edom. Valentine was tortured daily and cut and punched all because he kidnapped Magnus and raped him. Valentine had never been scared of anything for so much in his life. Valentine wasn't supposed to be scared. He was supposed to be strong. Be hopeful. But how could he went the angel above had subjected him to days on end of painful and degrading torture by none other than Asmodeus, the King of Edom.

Valentine was laying on his stomach, the hot floor of the dimension of hell. His wrists were tied to the floor with black rope and his back was scratched with bruises and cuts and lacerations. Valentine had never felt more mundane in his life. He lay there, waiting for the whip or the knife or whatever tool for torture he was using to be slashed on him again. But it didn't. Valentine knew that this wasn't mercy. Something worse would be coming very, very soon for him. But... it wasn't something worse. In fact, it was something better. Something much, much better. Valentine looked up with his swollen, black eyes from the ground to look up at the footsteps that he heard approaching him. It was probably Asmodeus again or one of his Asmodei. He looked up, waiting for the slash of teeth that would soon bite him or the staff that would be used to beat his ass to a bloody pulp. But it wasn't any of those things. Oh no. It was Sebastain. Or Johnathan. Whatever the hell we wanted to be called.

He was down in Edom. He was here. He was approaching Valentine. Valentine let his head fall. This wasn't the first time that magic was used for his torture. Asmodeus loved to play with his emotions and show him images of Clary and Jace and Jocelyn. All telling him how much they hate him and how much they wish he was dead. Asmodeus never used Johnathan before. He must really wanted to break him. It was his on. True form of burned flesh and lips and everything. No glamour. Asmodeus wanted Valentine to see his son. To anger him before torture. "Father." the image called, his voice and accent sounded angry and broken all in the same emotion.

Valentine chuckled weakly. He had a collapsed lung, but it wouldn't kill him. After all, he was already dead, so all he could feel was pain. "You really want to break me don't you Asmodeus." he said. "Using my son against me. You love to toy with my heartstrings."

"Tell me about Magnus." the image said.

Valentine sat up, the ropes not stopping him but growing with him as he straightened. How could Valentine forget that beautiful warlock. How on earth could he. Those cat eyes gave him life and the feeling of his body on his... in his... It was breath taking. Like a dream come true. A fairy tale. Valentine loved how Magnus felt on and in him. Valentine always flashed images of him naked, bound, gagged and of course under his own body. Asmodeus knew this. Magnus was his only living son after all. He knew how much Valentine cared about the warlock. But he never used it against him. It hurt Asmodeus just as much as it hurt Valentine. He knew that Asmodues would never bring up the capture and violation of his son. This could only mean that this wasn't an image in his head. This wasn't magic. It was really his son. It was really his Johnathan.

"What do you want to know about Magnus dear boy?" Valentine asked, turning his head vilely to look at his son. Despite the split lip and cut cheeks, Valentine could still make himself as evil and as menacing as he wanted.

"You're dead father." Johnathan said, stepping closer to Valentine. "I'm dead. And I couldn't help but think in my dying moments as I called out to my mother, why was he so important to you? So important that you couldn't stop your demon blooded son from going on and dying and being subjected by down to this hell?"

The ropes around Valentine undid and he was able to stand. As he stood a glamour surrounded Johnathan and he looked like Sebastian Verlac again. Valentine looked around, confused. "What happened to Asmodeus?" he asked.

"Answer my question first and then I'll answer yours." Johnathan growled in return. "What was so important about that warlock? That downworlder?"

Valentine nodded. He had been freed, so his son deserved answers. "Do you have a stele?" he asked.

Johnathan went to the pocket of his jeans and threw a stele at Valentine. Valentine took it and he walked up to his son. "Let me show you what Magnus showed me." he said, drawing a rune on his son's neck. Before activating the rune, Valentine but his hand in Johnathan's to fully activate it's power. As soon as Valentine and Johnathan touched hands, it glowed and Johnathan's head threw back. His eyes went white and the images that Valentine lived with Magnus flooded his mind. The feeling of being inside his body. The feeling of his skin on his. The feeling of Magnus under him. It was all glorious. Glorious. It was like a high, but better. No yin-fen or cocaine or match the feeling that he was feeling from this rune. Johnathan forced a smile as the images flashed through his mind.

The rune stopped glowing when Valentine removed his hand, mostly from pain. Johnathan's eyes stopped glowing and he looked around the darkness of Edom with the widest smile on his face. "That-" Valentine said. "That is why that warlock is so important son. You see his potential, even though he is a downworlder."

"I want him." Johnathan said, taking in deep breaths from this high that he felt from seeing and feeling Magnus.

Valentine's evil demeanor changed and looked over at his son with a confused and scared look on his face. "W-What?"

The ropes that bound him flew back up from the floor and wrapped around his wrists. Valentine fought it, trashing. "You obviously failed getting the warlock." Johnathan said. "You failed to keep him in your clutches because you are weak. You are weak, which is exactly why you are down here, being subjected to the torture of Asmodeus. But I... I am stronger than you! I am better at every single goddamn thing that you do! And now... I will better than you to that downworlder. I want him. And I will have him... all thanks to you."

"You'll never find him." Valentine said as his body was shoved back onto the ground on his thin stomach. "You think that you'll get to him. You're just as dead as I am!"

"I might be dead father, but like I previously stated, I am better than you. So much better. I was smart enough to find a way out of here. I called upon my mother and she will... she will bring me back. And thanks to you... I will have my awakening gift."

Johnathan thrust his hand into Valentine's chest and he tore out his rib. Valentine felt betrayed as his body fell to the ground. "Enjoy the rest of your time here in Edom. While I..." Johnathan turned and started walking away. "While I enjoy Magnus Bane."