COMPLETED - Malec: A Love Like No Other

Never Let You Go

A/N This is going to be a sad story. This is based of the books, so Simon is mortal.                      All characters belong to Cassandra Clare.

It had been 10 years. 10 whole years and Magnus Bane, the usually flimsy warlock, was curled onto his couch and was crying. He had a picture of Alexander in his hands. It had been 10 years since Alexander had left him, consumed by the Heavens. Magnus could not help but remember every moment of his time with Alexander. 

July 2007 - Magnus had been in the process of getting drunk when Alec Lightwood had knocked on his door. He had said 'thank you' to Magnus for saving his life. Most Shadowhunters would've rather thanked a frog for existing rather that thank a warlock for saving their lives. That was the first time Magnus had been surprised by the blue-eyed Shadowhunter. The last surprise Alec had given Magnus was dying in his arms...

January 2008 - When Magnus had successfully dragged Alec on a holiday... That was an interesting holiday. Trouble seemed to follow them and by the time Magnus and Alec could actually confess their love to each other and ahem make love (Alec's first time), they had killed many demons and stopped a cult. That was one of the best holidays Magnus had ever had.

2018 - It was finally legal for Downworlders and Shadowhunters to marry and the fight was over. (Read the Dark Artifices trilogy to know more!) It was the after-party, when Alec had gotten down on one knee and proposed. Magnus, crying happily, had accepted. Magnus and Alec got married there and then, on the beach, with all their friends and with the waves happily crashing behind them. That was probably the best day of Magnus' existence. Alec dying in his arms was probably the worst.

2020 - It had been Alec's thirtieth birthday. Magnus, being the High Warlock, had thrown a generous sized party. It was only after the party that Alec started speaking, his head on the warlock's chest. "Magnus," he had said, "I'm scared. I'm already thirty, just forty more years till old age takes me or more likely, I could die tomorrow in the hands of a demon." Magnus had held Alec tighter then. How he wished he could've held onto Alec when he died, to never, ever let go.

2025 - Magnus had awoken to his side of the bed empty. Fear was coursing through him as he got out of bed, wrapped a robe around him and called out, "Alexander? Honey?". There had been no reply. Cautiously, Magnus went into the kitchen, only to find his Alexander perfectly okay and drinking tea, his back to Magnus. "Morning, gorgeous," Magnus had said. "You won't think I'm gorgeous when my skin is all wrinkly and my hair's grey," Alec had said, voice trembling. Magnus had wrapped his hands around Alec from the back and rested his head on the Shadowhunter's shoulder. "You'll always be gorgeous to me, Alexander," Magnus had whispered.

2026 - Alec was standing in front of the bathroom's full length mirror when Magnus had come home from a client. He had been searching for his Alexander and when he finally reached the bathroom, tears were running down Alec's face. Magnus immediately wrapped himself around Alec and had soothed him down before asking, "What's wrong, Alexander?" Instead of speaking, Alec had pointed to his hair. Magnus looked at Alec's nest of a hair and realised that in between the beautiful black strands, there was some grey. "Oh, honey," Magnus said. "I can never stay with you, can I, Magnus?" Alec had asked. Magnus gulped, as if he were swallowing stone and without saying anything, he had enveloped Alec in hug, twirling Alec' hair around, showing his Alexander that no matter what, Magnus would never stop loving him. And in ten years, Magnus had not. 

2036 - Alec had started showing signs of old age. It had broken Magnus' heart, but there was nothing he could do. In missions where the older Shadowhunters guided the younger, Alec and his siblings, Clary and Simon, had all started moving slower, not with the same feistiness they had when they they poisoned the vampire's bike, back at the very first party where the warlock had met his beautiful Shadowhunter and his family.

2060 - Alec and Magnus had been sitting on the couch, Alec's head on Magnus' lap. "Magnus, it hurts," Alec had whispered. Concerned beyond anything, Magnus had asked, "What hurts, baby?" Alec had decided not to answer Magnus' question. Instead he had said, "I think I'm dying Magnus. Just remember that I love you and don't torment yourself about me. Move on like you did with your other exes, okay? I love you, Magnus." Those were Alec's last words before he went soft and sappy against Magnus. His Alexander was dead.

Precisely 20 minutes later, Jace, Izzy and Simon had come into the loft to find Magnus kissing Alec's face, and crying, loudly and animal-like. "Magnus," Jace had whispered, "Is he... I felt our bond..." Magnus nodded. That's when everything broke. Jace sank to the floor right there and then, Izzy walked over to her big brother and knelt down, head in her hand, crying and moaning. Simon had also sank to the floor beside Jace, holding Jace, crying silently. Life was rather unfair. Just three years ago, on a different day, Clary had died and now Alexander. The loft of the High Warlock was breaking apart, each person absorbing Alec's death and Magnus knew that he would never be able to fix his broken-heart. Never.

Present day.                                                                                                                                                                              Magnus knew that Alec would want him to move on. But how could he? Alexander had been special, so self-sacrificing and selfless. Magnus could not let Alexander go. Instead, composing himself, wearing a simple black T-shirt, black jeans and throwing on a white cloak with imprints of mourning runes, Magnus Portalled into a special garden that him and Alec had loved. Once there, he weaved around the path, found the corner where Magnus had set a tiny gravestone in between the flowers. Because Shadowhunter bodies were buried in the City of Bones, Magnus had set a gravestone for Alexander in this garden. The gravestone simply said, as it was personal to Magnus, 'My love: Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane'. Setting down the red roses he had bought a little earlier beside the gravestone, Magnus whispered, "I love you, Alexander," and then Portalled back to his loft.

Once there, he went to his bedroom and to his bedside table, where a picture of Alec and him rested. He took the picture, hugged it to himself, whispering the name "Alexander" over and over again. He would never let his Alexander go. Not now, not in a century. He will always hold on to his Alexander.

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Lot's of love, IC xxxx