Chapter 1:

"By the Angel, Simon, what are you doing in here? Get out!" Isabelle snapped, pointing to her door. With the light from the window hitting it, her golden whip, ever-present on her wrist, sparked like the embers of a fire - both beautiful and dangerous.

Simon gulped, looking hilariously cute with his chocolate brown eyes widening behind his glasses, Isabelle couldn't help but notice. "Okay, okay, geez, Iz. I'm leaving," he conceded, holding up his hands in surrender.

Isabelle rolled her eyes while Clary just looked on at them both, love for two of her closest friends filling her heart. Somewhat hesitantly, and with a defeated grin at Clary, Simon trudged out the door of Isabelle's room in the Institute and went to find Alec, Magnus, or even, dare he say it, Jace.

"Now, where were we?" Isabelle asked, holding up a straightener in one hand and a curling iron in the other, looking positively gleeful. It's almost scary how fast she can shift from one personality to the next, Clary mused. One minute, she was a determined warrior, the next, yelling at poor Simon, and finally, completely excited to torture - ah, doll-up - Clary.

"NO, don't you dare touch me with those instruments of torture!" Clary cried, shuddering.

Isabelle stomped her 7-inch heels down, refusing to take no for an answer. "CLARISSA MORGEN - er - FRAY! You are getting married today, and as your maid of honor and fellow female, I have a duty to make sure you go out there looking so gorgeous, Jace will have to use all his self-control to wait until your wedding night." She smiled suggestively.

"IZZY!" Clary groaned, a furious blush exploding across her pale cheeks. Isabelle just shrugged innocently. "But, uh," Clary continued, "I guess - just this once, mind you - since you've been waiting so long, and have played nice, for the most part, you can do with me what you will."

I'm so going to regret that statement, Clary thought to herself, holding her head in her hands.

A devilish grin appeared on Isabelle's angelic face. "Trust me," she smirked confidently, "you won't regret this one bit."

"Magnus, no, stop, MAGNUS," Jace yelled, shaking his head back and forth to try and get the glitter out of his hair.

"Oh, come now, Jace. What's life without a little sparkle?" Magnus grinned slyly, which only succeeded in making Jace more annoyed. Magnus glanced at Alex, who in his, albeit biased, opinion looked unbearably cute leaning against the wall in a black tux, with his perfectly messy dark hair falling into his face, and his deep blue eyes glinting with amusement as he watched the two of them. Magnus cleared his throat and said with obvious reluctance and exaggerated disappointment, "But I suppose, since you are my boyfriend's parabatai, AND since you have to attend a wedding - your own, no less - I'll help you clean up. Just this once though." Blue sparks erupted from his hands and Jace's hair, although considerably more rumpled, was now glitter-free. "Though I can't imagine why one wouldn't want to be as extravagant and sparkly as possible on an occasion like this," Magnus grumbled.

"You may find this hard to believe, Magnus, but not everyone can pull off glitter," Alec smirked.

Alec's smirk momentarily threw Magnus off guard, but he composed himself quickly. "Ah, yes, quite a shame, if you ask me. But that's just another reason why I, Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn, am so fantastically awesome." He grinned and strode over to Alec, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "Wouldn't you agree, Alexander?" he murmured against Alec's lips.

"I... uh... that is, you..." Alec stuttered, a fiery blush standing out in stark contrast against his moonlight-pale skin. Magnus chuckled deeply and kissed him again, effectively cutting off anything else he had to say.

"Ahem. I know I'm expected to say how happy I am for you both and all, but, as you know, I'm not one for pleasantries, so if you two would please either-" Jace jerked his thumb to his bedroom door, "-get a room, preferably an empty one, or save this for after the wedding, I would appreciate it."

Alec and Magnus just stared at him, Alec's blue eyes and Magnus' cat-like eyes boring into his molten gold ones. Simon chose precisely that moment to walk in.

Jace broke the three-way staring contest to smirk at Simon. "Ah, so the mundane finally shows up. Let me guess: you were with Clary, but Izzy kicked you out?"

Simon wished he could wipe that arrogant smirk off Jace's face, but unfortunately, that was exactly what had happened. "Yeah, that's pretty spot-on," he muttered.

Jace's smirk widened. "I think I preferred you as a rat," he said. "At least then, you could bite back." He chuckled out loud at his own joke, while Alec shook his head, Magnus stared with a look of incredulity, and Simon stood there, looking extremely pissed.

"I am going to refrain from saying anything, not because I give a damn about you, but because it is my best friend's wedding," Simon said through gritted teeth.

"Sorry to let you down - no wait, I couldn't care less - but I think that qualifies as saying something," Jace snorted. This guy has the looks of an angel but is evil to the core, Simon thought, his hands balling into fists at his sides. It seemed as if he was doing all he could to not punch Jace in the mouth.

Alec stepped between Jace and Simon, turned to Magnus with a pleading look on his face, and simply stated, "Why don't we, ah, help Jace finish getting ready, Magnus?"

"Best plan I've ever heard," Magnus said, grinning a Cheshire Cat grin, his eyes dancing with mischief.

AN: Hey guys, hoped you enjoyed this! The idea just popped into my head and I thought it would be enjoyable to write about. That is, however, just my opinion, so please let me know if this is worth continuing. Thanks!