Day 9 -

Alec would be lying if he said that he wasn't enjoying it. What is it exactly?

"You look amazing." Magnus grinned ear to ear, straightening Alec's shirt hastily. "Maybe not as amazing as me, but close enough to where it's a cute attempt. You'll be the hit of the party."

"There are other things to be concerned about other than your houseguests." Alec frowned, furrowing his brows and crinkling his nose as Magnus began to cover him in his newest found love—AXE spray.

"Tomorrow, I promise, we'll march right up the Institute, demand to see your sister, and get her to get your parents to take you back and shower you in copious amounts of undying love for their son." 

"You had a party not too long ago, why are you hosting another one?" Alec groaned, waved off by a flick of Magnus's well-manicured hand.

Once Magnus was fully satisfied with his work, he stepped aside, revealing the full length mirror that showed the matching outfits they were both wearing. A simple—for Magnus, a simple—button down shirt with verticle stripes of multiple colors, accented by a tie that barely matched with the jeans so tight Alec thought Magnus was going to paint them on their bodies originally. The colors were a bit much, however, Magnus did spare his boyfriend by not going with a shirt that lit up and glowed in the dark.

Still, he was not going to admit out loud that he was enjoying any of this. Any of the pampering, the dometicity of Magnus taking care of him like some kind of housewife—a housewarlock. Luckily, Chairman Meow is just a cat so no secrets would be spilled for now.

Dedicated arosebushqueen who asked if I had any intention on continuing this little series. The answer is yes, however, I haven't been on this particular website in forever. This is one of the many projects I'll attempt to start up again this summer. No worries! The Malec should go on and I have CoHF to read still, so no spoilers please.