A/N Sorry it's been a while! I've been writing this in drabs for a bit now, and I started back at school so that's why this final installment took so long. But nevertheless I've enjoyed it! Thank you to everyone who reads and favourites and reviews, it so lovely to know that people want to know what you have to say. So thank you, I love you all.

*Jinx by DNCE*

Alec POV

I'm going to do this

I'm fine

There's nothing bad about being truthful

I saw my mother and father, sitting in the lounge.

"Hello, Alexander!" Her voice was so happy, I couldn't help thinking how disappointed they'd be. My father looked up and gave me a quick nod.

"Mom, Dad, there's something I want to say." Concern washed over their faces like water and oil, bubbling to the surface, then drowned by nervousness. "I-I'm gay."

Shock.

Horror.

Revulsion.

"Get out." His voice rung in my ears.

"Bu-"

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"Father, I-"

"There is no place for a dog like you here!" He grabbed me by my shirt collar. "If I ever see your faggot face around here again, you won't be getting off so lightly!"

A blow to my face.

A second to my stomach.

Time stood still as crude words and insults tripped off his tongue. His true nature becoming so apparent. The hatred for me becoming so apparent.

"I'm still," I said between shaky breaths, "your son."

"YOU ARE NO SON OF MINE! YOU ARE NOTHING, NOTHING BUT A FUCKING DISSAPOINTMENT!" The words becoming louder than I expected possible. Then only I could hear the hissing malice that was his voice. "If I were you, I would kill myself. The world would be better off." And with one final shove, he pushed me onto the streets, blood streaming like my tears, bruises forming, marking the things I had done to my family.

Lost.

Swimming through a sea of darkness, no light, no air. My chest was rising and falling but the oxygen I craved seemed to disappear, leaving my lungs crying out. People stared, people pointed, peoples face contorted with a mix of confusion and disgust.

That's what I was.

Disgusting.

Where could I go? There was nowhere, nowhere, for a monster like me.

I guess, I mean... I could.

Magnus POV

Why won't he call me? What if something's happened to him. I had spent the day crying, confused, hurt. I didn't want to see anyone. I was a mess. I had told all my customers to go away, friends to leave me alone. But I hadn't told Alexander anything. That was a lie, I'd left him plenty of texts and voicemails, and I could assume he'd got them. But he didn't want to speak with me.

Knock Knock

"I'VE TOLD EVERYONE TO LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed, a desperate plea for help, even though the words told whoever it was to leave.

"Magnus." A familiar voice. Warm, but, there was something wrong.

"What's happened, who is it?" My red-rimmed eyes looked up at my angel. But the angel had fallen, damage had been done.

"I-I'm s-sorry" He took gasping breaths, clutching his stomach, the dried blood across his face making my mouth drop open.

"Alec, what.. Come inside, quick." And he collapsed.

Alec POV

"I feel like I'm always waking up on your couch."

A blurry had reached out to shift my sweat-ridden hair from my brow. His touch was like a drug, I had been longing for it, craving it. "Don't worry, there is no time where you are not welcome." He passed me a glass of water, the clear solution trickling down my parched throat, soothing the irritated passageway. "Now, can you explain to me why you collapsed at my door?" Flashing me a grin, his eyes sparkled. He was back. That lifeless figure I had seen when I arrived, the scream, that wasn't the man I knew.

"I, uh. I came out to my parents."

"Oh Alec, I'm so sorry. I'm guessing they took it badly." My body began to involuntarily shake, tears welling up in my eyes. Taking gulps of air I breathed "My mother just sat there, she didn't look angry or anything. But, my f-" I shuddered, "Robert. He didn't exactly. He said... things, and uh-"

"It's okay, Alec, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Well, I'm guessing the reason you came here is because you think you can woo me into letting you stay." He winked. "I wouldn't have it any other way. You can sleep wi- in the guest room if you want, or you can have my room and I can sleep in the guest room. I guess you've stayed at mine before, you should know where you want to go. You could take the couch I guess but that's kinda un-"

"Magnus."

"What?"

"You're rambling."

"Right, uh."

"I can stay in the guest room, thank you."

"Okay, the bed should be made up, you can bring your things there." He looked around. "Oh. Darling, you didn't bring anything did you."

"Sorry, I left in a hurry, I'll get Jace to bring things over."

"The blonde one? Couldn't you have at least got someone entertaining? Even that mundane's better than your narcissistic twat of a-"

"Brother. Right."

Magnus winced, " Sorry! I got carried away, ignore me, you'll get used to it." I snorted.

What was I doing?

What were we now?

What were we ever?

The next evening

The guest bedroom was full of boxes containing my things, Jace and Izzy had brought them over a couple hours ago. Magnus and I stood, admiring the sheer amount of things I owned.

"If you sold all this you could rent a flat!"

"If I sold all this I'd have nothing."

"Oh. I mean you don't need a flat, you have here!"

"I can't stay here forever, though."

"I wouldn't mind."

"You... um, sorry, just seeing all the boxes here makes it real. They all hate me."

"Alec, you're just saying that. You know your brothers and sister don't hate you, and you said yourself you didn't think your mother was angry!"

"I guess..." Mangus' golden-green eyes searched the room for anything to take my mind off it. I just stared at the proof of my homelessness. His eyes lit up as he saw something across the room.

"Hey, I didn't know you played the guitar!"

"I used to take lessons when I was a bit younger. I just play for fun every once in awhile."

His head shot up and gave me a strange sort of look that made me feel like I'd jump off a bridge if he told me too. He looked so... graceful. His body moving in a fragile manner as if he was made of glass, but it was purity in its essence. "Would you play for me?"

Moving towards the wrapped up acoustic, I said: "What song?"

"Anything as long as you're playing it." So I began playing the familiar chords of one of my favourites*

"Feels like I'm in a cartoon

Lovestruck, shot with a harpoon

Flying high as a balloon

And I ain't coming down"

"Got no, no chill around you

But I'm trying, trying to play cool

Don't want to rush it on too soon

I'm keeping you around" His voice was smooth, slightly lower than his speaking voice, and the words formed like melted marshmallows. We continued to sing, four lines each, together on the chorus and so on. It felt right. We were meant to be connected, we were meant to be as one. The song ended and I sat my guitar aside.

"How did I ever leave?" His eyes seemed different. He seemed different. But when our hands met he was back, the man I knew before I had gone.

"How did I ever let you go?" It was a madness of lips, tongues, teeth, hands, everything. The amount of passion poured into the embrace could kill, but it just left us wanting more. Mashed together, a vortex of romance, even stopping for a fraction of a second for air made us cold and worn, as if we'd lost something. He was my everything. I didn't see a point without Magnus here. All my anger and sadness from before had just become desire, and I was left lustful.

"Una in perpetuum"

"What?"

"Together forever."