A/N: Hiya!

I got lots of positive feedback on this idea, so I've decided to post it! Please review! Please!

The first sin is Pride, but it can also be interpreted as Vanity. I'm choosing to write Vanity! I'm including this link, because I love Josh over on Youtube and his tutorials are simply AMAZING! This is the video on his blog:

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Check it out! I'll be posting the links to the other six sins in their respective chapters! And this is the look Magnus eventually settles on :)

VANITY:

The clock ticks ominously in the silence. Alec has given up on hurrying me; he's sitting on the loveseat, staring at the blank screen of our TV. I recognize that we are almost a half-hour late for the dinner reservations, but I have a reputation to uphold. I'm known for being fabulous. I aim to fulfill all expectations.

I sit and glare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm pathetically lack-luster. Black slacks, silver jacket, white button down, black skinny tie. The outfit is a far cry from fabulous.

My hair is a bit of a redemption, I decide. It's spiked, with veins of silver running through it. There are touches of glitter gelled in. My face, however, ruins the entire effect. There are smears of eyeliner, traces of shimmery powders all over my skin. I must have done my makeup six times over.

No matter what I do, I end up hating the effect. If I use a color, it looks awkward because I'm in monochrome everywhere else. Silver glitter reflects funny on my skin. I can't find any black eyeliner (and I have more sticks than any one person has any right to). Grabbing the next best alternative- charcoal grey- I repress the impulse to throw the pencil at the vanity mirror out of frustration. I groan, frazzled.

In an instant, Alec's face is peeking into the massive bathroom from behind the door. "Hey… Um, is everything ok? I heard you..." The crinkle in his eyebrows between his worried eyes is almost adorable.

"Everything is fine. I'm just having a diva moment." From the bewilderment on his face, I can tell he's never been on the receiving end of the I-look-like-shit fairy's wrath.

"Oh…" After a moment of silence, he continues, "Can I…"

"You can help if you want to, but I don't think there's much for you. And you look like you'd rather pluck out every hair on your head."

Nobody would ever believe it if I told them, but I've turned sentimental for Alexander Lightwood. I love the fact that he doesn't need to finish his sentences for me to understand what he wants.

"Moral support? Maybe?" I love the fact that he's willing to sit in a bathroom with me, even though we're desperately late to a soiree his family is throwing. (Alec's coming out had moved the Lightwood family into the public eye. Shadowhunters from Institutes across the nation were suddenly visiting New York.) I love the fact that he phrases almost everything as a question. I love him.

While my boyfriend moves to occupy one corner of the expansive bathroom, I experiment with gold glitter and black eyeshadow. The outcome is the bastard lovechild of a smoky eye and the look I would normally go for (namely, glitter. Lots of glitter).

"You can wear gold with silver?" Alec asks just as I'm reaching for the makeup remover.

I'm flustered, and Alec's question catalyzes my collapse. "Yes, you very well can, Alexander! But I'm taking it off right this instant! I understand! It looks awful! I get it!" My usual eloquence is nowhere to be found.

"No! That's not what I meant!" Alec's face is frantic. I cock an eyebrow, willing to listen to his apology. "I just meant, that on anyone else, it would look weird. But not you! Clearly, I don't know enough about fashion to critique you." He gestures to his own ensemble; black suit, black dress shirt, black tie. No holes, mind you, but conspicuously devoid of sparkle. "I'm just trying to understand how this whole thing works. I'm pretty lousy at it."

Laughing at his cluelessness and adorable humility, I find my anger slipping away. I sit and stare in the mirror again; focusing more on the two of us than scrutinizing my face. Alec, plain and simple, his eyes popping against the all black. Me, metallic and sparkly. Polar opposites. Yet, somehow…

After more quiet, he says: "You do look good, you know." I smile. When I look into the mirror, I see it. I'm more like myself; the confidence is back. I can feel it already, I will be the most attractive person in the room. I make my 'model face' to myself before deciding that, yes; I am fit to be seen. I look damn good. I drop a perfectly lined, glitter-laden eyelid in a wink. I'm the shit. My usual, fabulous self.

"Come on, Alec! Let's go!"

A/N: Okay, sorry if Magnus came off a bit bipolar there at the end. He went from lovey-dovey to vain, but… yeah. Oh well!

And sorry for the language~ I just don't see Magnus as the type of person to censor his vocabulary. Can you see him screaming "Holy Cheese! I just stubbed my toe! What the heck was that?" I can't.

Alec's half up soon! *hint hint* Reviews make me update faster!

And yes, I do realize that the above statement reduces me to a review-whore. I'm fine with that.