AN: Hello! This is going to be a Malec drabble series of sorts, some being longer than others. I know this one is kind of angsty, but I have some silly fluffy stuff ready to roll out :) Other characters will make appearances, but for now I don't think I'm going to deviate from this pairing. If you have any suggestions or requests hit me up in a pm or review, also feedback is very much appreciated, it helps me know that you guys want to read more! xx DarthxInvader

Ten.

Twenty.

A hundred.

Alec could see their faces flit through his head when all was quiet and the lights were off. He felt hundreds of eyes imprinting themselves on his brain, cruelly twisted lips whispering taunts into his ear that made him curl up into the obnoxious canary yellow comforter just a little bit tighter.

A line appeared in his forehead as he tried to will the thoughts and faces away, tried to ignore the words that seemed to pulse through his veins along with his frenzied heart.

'You are nothing but one in a long line of toys to him.'

'Trivial, easily replaced.'

'Just like us.'

Then Alec would hear the rustling of silk sheets and would look up to see sleepy gold green eyes glancing him over, a tired smile twitching at the corner of full pink lips. Strong caramel colored arms twined around his waist and pulled him close, those same pink lips pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of his head as he rubbed lazy circles into the shadowhunter's back. "Go back to sleep, love." Magnus slurred, sleep coloring his words.

Alec sighed and released the tension in his shoulders, relaxing completely into Magnus's chest. Magnus let out a hum of pleasure as he felt the shadowhunter's muscles relax under his touch.

"Magnus?" Alec breathed, the words barely audible.

"Hmm?"

Alec buried his face into Magnus's shoulder, breathing the words against his skin. "I love you."

Alec could almost see the warlock smile against his hair. "I love you too, Alexander."

And with that the sparkly, magnificent Magnus Bane fell asleep once again, locking his boyfriend in his arms.

Alec tried to sleep, but just as his eyelids were beginning to close new faces flashed in front of his eyes, and this time a lump formed in his throat that was hard to swallow around.

Alec could learn to let go of the past, but the thing that would always keep Alexander Lightwood up at night was the wondering of how many more would be where he was right now, wrapped up in Magnus Bane's arms?

As the night wore on, Alec's heart broke a little bit each time a new face flashed in his mind's eye.

Ten.

Twenty.

A hundred.

So? Tell me what you think! 3