#vaguelyrotten

[malecsecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @vaguelyrotten!

Hi giftee!! I had a lot of ideas on what to write for you, but ultimately went with Spies/Secret Agents (Alec is technically a secret agent, though yes his job is more similar to a legal assassin) and a bit of angst. Honestly the angst is more between the lines here, but I hope it shows. Anyways, I hope you have a great Christmas, and I hope you enjoy your gift. Adios! 😘

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Gray, Green and Hazel

Six weeks ago, Magnus’s father had tossed an assignment at him.

“Another of the pigs’ undercover projects,” he’d said. “He’s been killing our men the last three months. Find him and take him out.”

Magnus knew, logically, that Asmodeus hadn’t meant take him out in the romantic sense, but looking at the man in front of him… boy was Magnus tempted.

To a trained eye, it was easy to spot that he was an undercover cop. The baggy clothes, presumably hiding a gun, a taser and God knows what else. The massive shoulders still prominent from beneath all those layers. The scar across his eyebrow that looked like it came from a bullet graze. Godawful sports shoes.

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[myulalie]

Alec returns home to find his town plagued by a mysterious illness. Unable to find a cure, he ventures into the woods to seek help from an unlikely source. We must not look at goblin men...

Like a Lily In a Flood by Shergar.

This artwork was created for the Shadowhunters Mini Bang 2021: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver.

Fun fact, this artwork was supposed to be very art nouveau but ended up looking like a YA book cover! I don't regret it and I hope @vaguelyrotten likes it as much as I do ^^

I discovered Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti while collaborating with @vaguelyrotten and what a great discovery indeed, I recommend reading it if you're into Victorian poetry, her use of language is simply mindblowing and I cannot wait to read the fanfic that was inspired by this narrative poem!

Congratulations on completing this bang fic Shergar, and thank you. I had a wonderful time collaborating with you ♥

[malecsecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @vaguelyrotten!

Hey Ash, I hid a little surprise for you in the fic. 🤭 Let me know after the reveal if you found it.

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Peacaí an Chroí agus an Anama

Alexander Lightwood knew he should have just stayed in his office for a breather, or twelve, long before the emergency Cabinet meeting long before he saw the Seelie Queen sitting at the table.

“Where, oh, where is Simon?” They asked as their eyes flit between the four who entered.

“Your Highness, what an unpleasant surprise.” Clary jeered.

“Well, I’m sure she didn’t mean to–” Alec tried to smooth tensions before Jace interrupted.

“No offense, Alec, but I agree with Clary.” Jace flexed his jaw while he crossed his arms. “Your Majesty, is this another one of your little games?”

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[malecsecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, vaguelyrotten!

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.

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