As Long as We're Together

A/N:

Hello! This was my first time writing a MALEC fanfic. In fact I never imagined I would be writing one because of the complications. But then it happened. Anyway just to warn you, don’t expect that this story will be so good since it is my first time writing it. Plus this story was a one shot-fanfic of the malec fanfic I was reading and get inspired so I decided to write one. This is an Alternate Universe/Alternate Human story. So Magnus and Alec were purely human here :) 

And most of all, I really don’t know how this story had ended up (I just let my fingers type without me thinking and it was nearly midnight so I was not in my best condition to think) plus I don’t have anyone to beta my story. I do the writing and the editing all alone, so sorry for wrong descriptions, grammars, tenses and all the English-nazi you’ll throw on me.  I just hope you can get the storyline though. Enjoy reading!

As long As We’re Together

“Seriously Magnus, you need to stop walking around. Stop panicking! It’s not as if this was your first wedding!” Ragnor said as he gripped my arm to stop me from walking around. I released a deep, heavy sigh as I seated on the chair beside him. All of the guests had already seated, some were already assembling themselves in the aisle while I was impatiently waiting for Alexander to come.

“I know that this isn’t my first wedding Ragnor. But I can’t help it, this time I was the one who proposed to him. What if he’ll back out? After all that I did to him, what if it’s still not enough?-“Before I could speak any further, he clasped his hand to my mouth.

“Magnus, this is Alexander were talking about. We all know how much he loves you. You are his life Magnus, you’re the only man in his life. Don’t worry too much, he won’t ditch you in your second wedding.”

“I know that, but these past few months were . . . devastating. He almost let me go Ragnor.”

“Almost. But in the end, he didn’t let you go. The both of you fought for your love. Plus it was not your fault Magnus. You were also a victim of the horrible stunt that psychotic bastard pulled through. I was just extremely happy that he’s dead. I hope his soul will rot in hell.” I didn’t respond to his statement as the memory of that painful night started to resurface in my mind again. That was the night that changed my whole life. I still felt horrible about how I was easily manipulated by Oliver. How I believed in his whole white lies. How I abandoned and hurt Alexander. Every time I thought about it, it was like my heart was being stabbed by millions of sharp knives, it was shattering my heart.

And about Oliver, I don’t know what I should feel about his death. After that night I left him alone while he’s hanging for his life. Michael and Mom tried to save him by rushing him to the hospital but when they arrived he was already dead. The doctor’s finding was that he lost too much blood and the arteries in his wrists was slit thoroughly. All that I know was that, I was just glad I was finally free from his chain.

The heartbreaking argument that followed that night didn’t fade either, the scene was as clear as the radiance of the sun. Hurt and betrayal washed over me when I saw him with another man. I still remembered, how my blood lust had gone into a whole new level. I’ve never been so angry and jealous in my entire life. My whole world darkened and all I could see was a pool of blood. I wanted, even needed to kill that man. But I knew, all of that was my fault. If it weren’t for me, Alec wouldn’t be seduced with another man. That was also the first time we had a very heated argument. That was the first time I heard Alexander throwing hateful statements on me. It was like I saw his cold, dark side. That made me feel more of a jerk, if that was even possible. I had pushed Alexander to his limits. All of the anger, frustrations, loneliness, pain, love and longing he kept to himself had pent up and made his heart frozen.