I've updated so much this month. Aren't y'all just so happy? Not as long as the last one, but still lengthy. Enjoy~

Makeover

"Alec, darling, I love you and everything," Magnus said practically out of nowhere one day, "But you know what would make me love you even more?"

Alec looked at his boyfriend, confusing pulling his eyebrows together. He was honestly scared to find out the answer to the question, but asked anyway. "What, Magnus?"

Magnus smiled innocently at him. Or well, as innocently as Magnus Bane is capable of smiling. "It would make me love you soooo much if you would let me dress you up, just for one day so I can see what you look like outside of those adorable, ratty sweaters you're so fond of. And then I would never bother you about it again. Unless of course you ended up liking it. Then we could make it more permanent." He stopped for a moment and made a thoughtful face. "Unless of course that brought more attention to you from people that weren't me, then there would be a few issues…"

Alec just stared at him for a moment. "No one's going to notice me. No one ever has. Glamour runes, remember?"

He wasn't sure why he was encouraging Magnus this time, having turned it down vehemently every other time the warlock had tried, but he was. Maybe it was because Alec was tired of the argument and just wanted to give in once to prevent it from ever happening again. Or maybe it was because he was curious of how he would look at the end. Nice clothes made Magnus look amazingeven if they were a little strange, so maybe for once Alec could look amazing too and he wouldn't feel so inferior standing next to the love of his life. Yeah, that was the reason. Although, as a Shadowhunter he wouldn't be able to maintain a fancy look. There was too much blood and guts involved in his line of work and as basically an amateur he had no hopes of keeping his clothes spotless or unwrinkled sometimes.

"Does this mean you're agreeing to let me do it for once?" Magnus said happily, pulling Alec out of his thoughts and back to reality.

Sighing and knowing he was unleashing a demon upon him, Alec nodded. "Yes, Magnus, I'm agreeing to let you for once."

Squealing like a teenage girl, Magnus jumped up from the couch, pulling Alec with him by the arm. "This is so wonderful," he gushed. "First we're going to do something about that mop on your head that you call hair. I mean, you're adorable with it all over the place like that, but it covers your beautiful eyes way too much. So that needs remedied. And then we'll do something about your wardrobe. How do you feel about some nice, mute colors instead of all dark for once? I think you'd look stunning…"

Magnus just went on and on and Alec felt his head start to spin as he tried to listen to it all. Ultimately, he just tuned it out and nodded along without actually catching a word of it. All he knew was that this was going to be a long, long day and that he would have to use every ounce of patience he possessed to endure it.

Once Magnus has successfully gotten the both of them into the bedroom and kicked Chairman Meow out ("You are not allowed to see my Alec naked," Magnus had said to the small kitten), Alec was pushed almost harshly into the chair that set in front of the large vanity in the room.

He turned his head as Magnus bustled around the room behind him, dread pooling into a pit in his stomach. Why had he agreed to this again? He wasn't entirely sure that his earlier reasoning still stood any ground against this anymore.

There was a loud "Aha!" behind him and then Alec found himself spun around in the chair to face away from the mirror. The new sight before him was Magnus, who had in the time he'd been searching the room had summoned a small table on which sat several different types of supplies that one might find in a hair salon. Why did Magnus even have those? Couldn't he just do any hair styling with magic? Alec suddenly feared for the safety of his eyes.

Grinning from ear to ear and joy lighting up his eyes, Magnus brandished a pair of scissors in front of Alec. "Now let's see…" he muttered mostly to himself. "Where to start…?"

And then he set to work. All Alec was aware of then was the snip of scissors and the feeling of his hair being manipulated to where Magnus wanted it as the warlock set to work on the black locks. The Shadowhunter was worried about the outcome with as quickly as Magnus was cutting his hair away, but at the same time he had to trust Magnus, because the other male had scissors and you should always trust the person with scissors lest they cut something wrong on purpose in revenge.

Once Magnus had cut the hair to his satisfaction, he made a thoughtful face. Then he grabbed some other stuff that Alec was unable to identify and began working it into the hair. Alec was even more terrified now. What if Magnus spiked it up like his usually hair style? Alec was pretty sure that he couldn't pull that off no matter how hard he tried. His eyes were the wrong shape. Wait, where the hell had that thought come from? He was definitely spending too much time with Magnus in front of his fashion shows…

Alec sighed without intending to and Magnus's hands still in his hair. "Love?" the warlock questioned as he looked down to Alec's face.

"I'm fine, just thinking. Continue on with whatever you were doing," Alec answered looking up apologetically through his now noticeably shorter bangs.

"Okay!" Magnus chirped and set to work again.

When he was finally finished, Magnus spun the chair again so Alec could see in the mirror. And what Alec saw shocked him into silence, not that he'd been speaking to begin with. But now he definitely wasn't. He just stared at his reflection. There was no way that person was him. It just couldn't be possible.

His hair had been shortened to a reasonable length and was mostly out of his eyes with just a small bit brushing the top of his eyelashes instead of falling passed them like his bangs used to. And it actually looked it'd had a comb run through it even though Alec was pretty sure Magnus hadn't touched a comb. He chalked it up to magic being used for a moment. Regardless, he was in shock of his appearance. If he hadn't still been in the same ratty, old sweater that he had been wearing when he'd gone to Magnus's, Alec wouldn't have believe it was himself.

"Holy shit…" he muttered leaning closer to the mirror and barely noticing Magnus smirking over his shoulder.

"Don't you wish you'd let me do this sooner?" Magnus asked sounding rather smug about things.

Alec shook his head in the negative but was still looking at himself. "No, because then I wouldn't be freaking out about it now," was his explanation.

Magnus looked confused for a moment before shaking his head. "Time to fix up your wardrobe," he announced.

Then he pulled Alec up from the vanity chair and pulled him toward the closet. Once they were inside (it was a walk-in obviously. A regular closet would have never housed Magnus's clothes properly) Alec was pushing into another chair while Magnus flittered around the different racks of clothes. The younger male had no idea what his boyfriend was doing since they weren't the same size, but he let it go, figuring it'd become clear to him in time if he was patience. And a few moments later, his patience was rewarded. Magnus stopped poking through his own clothes and looked at Alec who raised an eyebrow. With a snap of his long fingers, Magnus had a set of clothes on hangers between them. "Put these on," he ordered, shoving Alec to a curtained area that had also just appeared in the closet

Magnus had no aversion to seeing Alec naked, but he knew Alec well enough to know that the Shadowhunter wasn't ready to change in front of him yet. They hadn't progressed that far into their relationship yet.

Alec, who had nearly had enough with being shoved around, yelped as he nearly fell into the wall at the back of the changing area. Magnus was way too eager and excited about this. Looking at the hangers that had been shoved into his hand, Alec couldn't decide whether to frown or not. They looked simple enough but not something he would normally pick out for himself. Only Magnus…. But, he was pleased to note that none of the articles were outrageously colored like what Magnus normally wore. They were dark with a little bit of light color here and there. Alec supposed he could live with it long enough to humor Magnus.

Changing as quickly as he could, Alec poked his head out of the curtain to see Magnus sitting on the chair he'd previously occupied, examining his nails with obvious impatience on his face. Alec cleared his throat to get his attention. Magnus looked up with a grin. "Well? Lemme see!" he demanded standing up and looking ready to pull Alec forcibly from the changing room.

Sighing quietly, Alec stepped out completely from behind the curtain. Nodding approvingly, Magnus smiled and walked over to pull Alec into an embrace. "You look absolutely stunning, love," he said.

"Do you have a mirror in here?" Alec asked. "Can I see now?"

Magnus snorted out a laugh. "Of course I have a mirror in here!" he exclaimed and then pulled Alec a short ways to a full length mirror. What Alec saw shocked him even more than the hair had. He almost…looked attractive.

After looking for a moment, he decided that absolutely couldn't be him. There was no possible way for that to be true. He looked too nice, too put together. Not possible. Nope.

There was no way that the person decked out in black jeans that were tight but also sort of loose, hugging in all the right places to make Alec's legs look amazing, and the dark blue button up, collared shirt with the light blue designs running through it making his eyes pop out even more than usual. With the new haircut he really did look more attractive than he ever had before. The fact that he was barefoot sort of detracted from the look but neither Alec nor Magnus really cared.

"Do you like it?" Magnus said trying not to sound smug about the whole ordeal.

Alec nodded. "It's….different….and nice. But also a lot more simple than I thought you'd pick out."

Magnus smiled. "I know you well enough to know that you'd never like something difficult or ostentatious or skin tight."

Alec turned around, facing Magnus and away from the mirror and smiled at him. "If I wasn't a Shadowhunter, I would keep this look," he announced. "I mean, I love my sweaters, but…there's something about how much more put together I look that I sort of like."

Magnus grinned. His mission had been accomplished. All he'd wanted Alec to do was learn to appreciate his appearance even for a moment. "What does being a Shadowhunter have to do with anything?"

"It'd get messy if I wore it when I was working…." Alec muttered.

"You could just save it for when you're here? I'm not sure I want to share your attractiveness with the world anyway. Although, I wouldn't be opposed to you wearing nice things when we go on dates…" Magnus went off into his own little imagined world for a moment before being drawn back by Alec literally snapping in his face.

"Pay attention," Alec berated him lightly. "As much as that would be nice….I just don't think it would work out very well."

Magnus frowned, but had to agree that Alec did sort of have a point. The boy was much too altruistic and protective of his siblings to not get dirtied up on even the simplest of Shadowhunter assignments. With a sad snap of his fingers, the clothes Alec was wearing were replaced with Alec's original clothes. "It was nice while it lasted, and I will get you dressed up again someday," Magnus vowed. And he'd left the hair anyway. There was no harm in that. Besides, he liked getting to see Alec's eyes even more than he already did.

Okay, so there's that. Now, I have one thing to say. For the last two updates I've only gotten two reviews on each (one from mudkipluvr4ever and one from Holly-Anne Rivers, you both rock!). So, until I get at least three I am withholding the next update. Yes, I know that's mean, but hey. Chapters 1-8 got a fair number of reviews, so I just want the same for the rest. Sorry if that makes me sound bitchy. I just want my reward for all the work I put into this.