#malecsanta21
For @adaline-blooms. I really hope you enjoy this! I tried to include as many of your likes as I could and the plot bunny really ran away from me so I have more to be posted after the Secret Santa is over!
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“No. No, absolutely not. I’m not doing that.”
“Alec, you’re the best person for this.” A photo of Magnus’ smiling face stares back at him. Alec recognizes the picture from last years’ art exhibit. Magnus had modeled for Clary, and she gushed about Magnus’ perfect bone structure and body until Alec, in a fit of jealousy that she got to see Magnus shirtless first, got up and left the dinner table. Not his proudest moment. ”Isabelle and Jace say you know Mr. Bane and how enamored you ar—”
“ Mom ,” Alec interrupts with rising horror and embarrassment. “I don’t know him. We have an American Sign Language class together.”
Maryse’s smile widens, and Alec immediately realizes his mistake. He quickly rectifies it before his mother can get more excited about their not subtle matchmaking attempt. Honestly, it’s unprofessional, and if his boss wasn’t his mother, Alec would… um, report this egregious misconduct. Or something.
For@vaguelyrotten. Thank you for requesting angst and hurt/comfort. You are wonderful and I appreciate you. I hope you like this, and I apologise it’s so short. I had a lot of fun writing it, though, and I really hope you enjoy it!
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A Gentle Touch
Alec took a deep breath, trying to quell the anxiety that was rising in his chest. He was doing the right thing. He was sure of it. He knocked twice on the door to his and Magnus’s apartment before letting himself in and kicking off his boots in the foyer. He hung his jacket on the coat rack methodically, ignoring the way his heart skipped a few beats at regular intervals. I can do this.
“Alexander? Is that you?”
Alec froze, his hands on his weapons belt, and swallowed hard before calling back, “Yeah.”
He could hear the soft sounds of Magnus’s slippers on the hardwood floor as his husband made his way over to him, and Alec took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. His hands were trembling at his sides, and he busied himself with putting away the weapons belt and removing the dagger strapped to his ankle. He was home, he was safe. There was no danger to be found.
For@fcstation1063<3
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The Not-Christmas Party
“Will you host a Christmas party this year?” Alec asked.
Neither one of them had expected to talk about Christmas when they’d sat down for dinner, but the holiday was only a few weeks away and was permeating everything in New York. After Magnus made an offhand comment about a past party he’d hosted, Alec’s mind had inevitably wandered to Christmas.
“Oh, no,” Magnus said, taken aback by the question. “I never host Christmas parties.”
Alec’s brow furrowed. “Why not? You host parties for everything else. Hell, you host parties for no reason at all.”
“I’ve never hosted a party for Christmas,” Magnus said with a shrug. He looked down at his plate, fighting with himself for a second before he said, “During my childhood, Christmas wasn’t a happy time. My stepfather wasn’t devout for most of the year, but he always became particularly…moody around Christmas. It might have reminded him of what he left behind in the Netherlands. I never asked.”
For@flynnifox. Enjoy the gift, it was a quite a challenge.
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Dreaming of You
Magnus was sent away from his home, living with strangers until his birth dad came and collected him, teaching him everything that he should about magic, but nothing prepared him when he was hurt and sent to bed and been dreaming about a boy with the darkest raven hair and beautiful hazel eyes who looked at him like he was in pain.
It looked to him like the boy was sharing his pain.
The next morning, Magnus noticed several marks on his arms and there was one near to his heart.
Magnus asked his dad about it, and Asmodeus only replied to him, that it’s his soulmate, which is rare to get one, but it’s up to him, he could ignore it if he wants.
Magnus was so excited that he wanted to meet his soulmate as he ignored his dad’s words.
Written for the amazing @secretphilosopherwitch, whose likes definitely helped inspire this fic I would have never thought of it before. I hope you love it and have an amazing holidays and happy new year :D
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Christmas Valentine
The sounds of the two mixers going at full speed throughout the apartment was barely masked by that of a whisk clicking against the side of a bowl as the icing that Alec was trying to make was refusing to thicken up to the right consistency, no matter how much elbow grease he gave it.
Just as he was about to give up with the icing and put the cake batter into the tins he heard the creak of the door to the other bedroom in the apartment, causing him to look up and see Isabelle rubbing her eyes against the glare from the lighting under the top cupboard units.
“Alec, what the hell. It’s nearly 4am! Have you got any sleep at all?” Isabelle huffed as she walked to the counter and leaned against it as she watched him grab the right tins from the cupboard.
“Not really. I was thinking about the Garroways wedding cake and how I should at least do a mock up so I know what I’m doing.” Alec sighed, picking up the roll of baking paper from under his recipe book and lining the four tins.
“That’s not for at least a month.” Isabelle said, rolling her eyes as she turned off the mixer nearest to her at the same time as Alec detached the bowl from the one nearest him.
For@rainbowsarentjustforhomos. I hope this story fits what you wanted. I’ve decided on the soulmate part of the wishlist (which also has to do with immortal husbands in a way), then Magnus and his bamf powers of protectiveness, plus angst that is there but fixable. Happy holidays!
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Trust
Just after his scheduled patrol is done for the day and other teams are out in the city, Alec finds himself entering one townhouse made of dark brick, where he’s supposed to be at this exact time for a meeting. The meeting is at his request and although he’s still not sure if it was the right idea, his need for answers is stronger than his second thoughts.
A warlock woman is living here, posing as a psychic and medium to Mundanes and providing other services to the Shadow World members, and she’s who Alec has decided to try to ask for assistance. His issue is an unusual one and he’s spent a lot of time debating with himself which course of action should be the right one.
For@moni26. In the process of writing this fic, at least 4 other ideas were born, so thank you Leonie for organizing this exchange and thank you Moni for having the most open request of all time, making it absolutely impossible for me to decide what to write so I started writing all of them. Cheers.
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is it really the wrong number?
“Hello,” the voice that picked up on the other end was not Jace’s voice. Maybe this was Jace’s mysterious date. A guy he doesn’t want the family to meet. Wait, does that mean Jace is also gay? Does it mean Alec’s been in the closet for years to avoid embarrassing the family for nothing? His brother is sleeping around with men while Alec is scared to download a hook-up app to avoid recognition?
He’s taken too long to reply because the voice insists “hello? I can hear you there.”
“Can you put Jace on the phone?” he slurs, pityingly.
“Wrong number,” the man says, hanging up.
Alec frowns. Who does that dude think he is? He re-dials without stopping to check the name on the screen.
“Hello?”
Merry Christmas, @another-random-stranger!
Merry Christmas, @missyousofar!
Dear Rachel! First of all, I would like to wish you merry Christmas! Second of all, I SUCK at keeping secrets so you have no idea how hard it was to keep this from you. We both know who I am, I hope you love it because I put my heart and soul into this and I hope I managed to make your Christmas magical with our favourite couple. Love you loads x
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For@starsarefallinglikerain. Hi! Thanks for sending me such interesting likes, I had a lot of fun writing this fic. I’ve never done this format before, and I enjoyed trying it out. I really hope you like it! I also really hope you’re not a lawyer, because you asked for lawyer!Magnus, and I have only a very limited understanding of how any of the legal stuff in this fic would work in real life lol. Happy holidays!
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Draft Deleted, Message Sent
From: [email protected]
Subject: Circle and Idris Merger
Mr. Lightwood,
It is my understanding that you are the owner and proprietor of Idris Coffeehouse, located at 80 Alicante Road here in New York City. My company, Circle Holdings, is interested in merging with your business.
We have a strong belief in preserving the small businesses that make our community strong, and we’ve been tracking the hardships faced by establishments such as yours as chain coffee shops increase in popularity. Our goal in this merger is to ensure that Idris Coffeehouse is still a cornerstone of our community for generations to come.
Please feel free to reach out so we can discuss the details. I’ve cc’d my assistant, Sebastian, on this email. He will be working directly with you from this point on.
Best,
Valentine Morgenstern
CEO, Circle Holdings
For@cuubism. Oof, so when I discovered I had to write for you, I initially freaked (I love your work!). Then I saw the tropes you listed, and I freaked again. Anyway, I ended up attempting to write 2 (because my brain is weird that way), this one found its way to completion, the other one didn’t make it in time. But if I feel like it, that one will be gifted to you at a later date.I’m not sure if this fits your requirements, but I was told it was decent. Anyway I hope you enjoy this. = ) xx
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About Last Night…
Alec Lightwood awakened with a start. The room was pitch black, and he was in bed, the silky sheets hitched up under his arms. Still naked…and still shellshocked at what happened a few hours ago.
Turning, he glanced down at Magnus, who was curled in bed next to him, snoozing away softly. He was fast asleep.
Magnus Bane – his best friend, whom he had the biggest crush on since last summer.
Somehow, on tonight of all nights, decision-making ability compromised by one too many vodkas, heightened by the devastating discovery of Magnus’s girlfriend being in bed with another man, Magnus had called him up, despite many months of being MIA, his voice racked with grief.
Of course Alec answered the call.
