For my Parabatai Nyx. Or meant to be. I didn't forget, but I am rubbish at this; it's so overdue! What can I say, I was in a sad/angsty mood. For fans of books and TV show. Possibly an ongoing fic but don't expect anything!
Alec, by Magnus
"Alexander Lightwood was the light of my life for many years. The one who made my memories stay strong, who kept me in touch with the world. For too long I'd associated only with Catarina and Ragnor, but I didn't realise until I met this Shadowhunter. I loved him for it, and I still do. I always will. But I was an idiot. He thought I didn't like him anymore, and I let him drift away. And because of that, he went into his final battle. And now here he is, burning in the name of Raziel and all that I can never be. But maybe I don't want to be an angel. I want to be me. And I would live a thousand times again in order to meet such a beautiful person. Who wanted a funeral arranged not by his haughty Clave, the Shadowhunters that raised him, but by me and us. Downworlders, who he considered his equals.
And so here we are. Ave Atque Vale, Alexander."
A couple of assumptions there, but I'm thinking Alec might do something like that. Hope it was okay! Please review ;)