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Alec learned about gender roles at a very young age. There are roles and expectations men have that Alec never felt were right. He didn’t see the importance of them considering they are Shadowhunters, and both men and women are supposed to be deadly demon hunters to protect mundanes and the Shadow World. Shadowhunters have short lives, which is why they get married and have children younger than a mundane would. Why would it matter who cooked the meals, cleaned the home, and took care of the children?
Maryse Lightwood gave Izzy the Lightwood recipe book when she was ten. She wasn’t expected to cook meals right off the bat, but their parents were gone so often that handing down the book was to act like a crutch until Izzy got the hang of cooking. Max was also put in her care more than Alec’s. Alec didn’t understand, and Izzy did try to fall into the role her mother put on her. Unfortunately for Alec, Jace, and Max, Izzy can’t cook anything at all. She burned soup and grilled cheese was both burned and soggy. Alec never found out how she managed that, but it was obvious Izzy wasn’t meant to cook.
Alec stepped in pretty quickly. He took the book and cooked the first recipe he found. It wasn’t hard, and there’s a sort of tranquility in the kitchen. There was a rhythm to it, and Alec found a routine that worked the best. It was therapeutic with the delicious smells and experimenting with flavors. It wasn’t long before he became the cook for his siblings.
He got funny looks from other Shadowhunters. Men judged him for having a woman’s job. Alec told them cooking is not a woman’s job - men eat too. They scoffed and sneered at him, and they threw in slurs Alec didn’t understand until he was older. He was too confident in his abilities to let the words hurt, and it helped that his siblings praised him for his meals. He treasures the moments he had with Max, who came into the kitchen, not to help, but to sit and read his books outloud.
When Izzy became a teenager, she started experimenting with makeup. Alec saw her come out of her room with eyeliner on for the first time, and he pushed her back into the room. He kindly told her it didn’t come out the way she wanted, and he offered to let her practice on him. She shrieked with glee, and he spent the next hour on her bed as she tried different techniques to make the eyeliner sharp with a point.
Izzy walked away to wash off a brush, and Alec caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It didn’t look great, of course, but the black made his eyes pop. It changed the shape of his eyes, and his eyelashes looked longer. Alec liked the look, but he knew he couldn’t admit it.
Once Izzy was done practicing, Alec left with an eyeliner pen Izzy wasn’t too fond of. He sat in his bathroom and practiced for hours late into the night. He liked the way the cat eye looked on him, and it took him a week to get it perfect. He stole other pieces of makeup Izzy didn't use, including blush, lip gloss, lipstick, bronzer, and stickers.
If Izzy noticed, she didn’t say anything. Until one morning he forgot to wipe off the blush, and Izzy told him blush needed to be applied higher on his cheeks. He thanked her, pale even with the blush, and she told him he looked really pretty with makeup.
She pouted. “You do it better than me.”
After that, she was his biggest supporter as he experimented. She tried different makeup styles on him. She did his hair, sometimes curled little strands and added braids. It made him look more delicate, and softened his facial structure. Alec loved the way it made him look.
Roles and expectations were a thing in the past for him. He leaned more towards feminine things, such as cooking dinner and wearing pretty things. Izzy gave him a black blouse to wear one night, safely in his room, and he tried it on after much convincing.
The blouse was soft under his fingers, much nicer than his normal Shadowhunter clothes. He buttoned the blouse and inspected himself in the mirror. The sleeves were a little snug around his biceps, and it stopped an inch above his waist.
Alec smoothed any wrinkles down and turned to Izzy. “Is there one in blue?”
Izzy grinned.
Alec didn’t wear feminine women's clothes often. He didn’t feel comfortable leaving his room in them, besides for plain cotton shirts made for women. Nobody could tell, but Alec did, and it was a little secret he enjoyed having.
It wasn’t until he met Magnus that another soul learned about his secret. He didn’t tell Magnus, too scared he’d find it odd and call him weird, but the warlock somehow figured it out on his own.
He called Alec pretty boy a lot, though Alec didn’t tell him he liked it more than being called handsome. Magnus left his makeup out rather than pack it away in his drawers, and he had this look in his eye as he sat on his chair, as if he was waiting for Alec to sit down too.
There came a day when Magnus complained about being too tired to magic his makeup on. He smiled at Alec and asked if he wanted to do it for him. He said it as an easy joke, but there was a solemn layer hidden between the words. He held out the brush, and Alec stared at it, wondering if this was a test. Magnus only smiled with all the patience in the world.
Alec put makeup on his boyfriend’s face, hand slightly shook with nerves. Magnus watched him with the same love he always does, and soon Alec relaxed and concentrated on his task. Magnus requested for the lipgloss, and Alec did so carefully. Magnus pressed his mouth to Alec’s, smearing the gloss on his lips.
Magnus pushed him further by buying him clothes. Satin and silk blouses, peplum tops, bell-sleeve blouses, and other fashionable clothes that slowly became more form-fitting. Magnus bought more colors for him to try, and Alec liked blue and white the most. He liked pink stitches along the sides and buttons. He loved silk and cashmere with how soft and lightweight they are.
Soon enough, Alec had a whole closet to himself. Magnus spoiled him with trips around the world, where he bought Alec new fashionable clothes. He bought Alec’s first corset, and he was nervous trying it on.
He stood in front of the mirror and his heart swelled. The corset top went over a free-flowing baby blue dress. It was a structured piece with boning and lacing, and the back was tied with ribbons. The corset emphasized his shoulders and chest, as well as cinched his waist to exaggerate his physique. He looked-
“You look so pretty,” Magnus said with more awe than Alec has ever heard him. His eyes shined like yellow diamonds. Gold cat eyes raked over him like Alec held all of Magnus’s wants and desires.
Alec felt beautiful.
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Magnus opens his door and looks around his loft. He couldn’t get home fast enough.
He spent the last three hours arguing with a mundane about a potion he claimed didn’t work. Magnus had to repeatedly tell him his problems won’t be solved in a day. He can’t rely on magic to do all the work. If he wants his business to succeed, he needs to work for it. Magnus was exhausted when he finally emerged from the man’s apartment. He took his phone out to check for messages, and the only thing that could fix his mood stared at him in the face.
Alec: I cleaned the apartment. Dinner is ready.
So it’s going to be one of those nights. The nights when Alec gets all dressed up and pretty for him. Magnus’s princess. Magnus couldn’t be more thrilled, and he raced home.
Magnus loosens his tie and scrutinizes the room. Scented candles are scattered around the room, giving the space an aroma of lavender and citrus. Alec’s papers are put away, and Magnus’s ingredients and measuring tools are organized in his office. The table is set with their best dish set and fresh flowers, and soft music fills the room.
Alec comes out of the kitchen with a bright smile that steals Magnus’s breath away. He wears a baby blue corset lined with lace over a ruffle dress. The dress has a bardot neckline, hanging elegantly over his broad shoulders. His collarbones are on display, and a pearl necklace sits nicely on his defined chest. The dress deepens to show bare skin. Alec must have shaved some of his chest hair, as well as his freshly shaven face and neck.
“You look gorgeous, sweetheart,” Magnus tells him. His husband. His princess.
Alec blushes, accentuating his drawn on blush and highlighter. He helps Magnus out of his coat and cuffs, and he takes them to their closet to hang up. He comes back and kisses Magnus on the lips. Magnus tastes his lipgloss. Cherry. “I made chicken and dumplings. I’ll bring it out. Take a seat. I poured you a drink.”
“Thank you, pretty,” Magnus replies.
He goes over to the table, where a glass of whiskey sits ready for him. He sits down, and Alec comes out with his plate. He places it in front of him, and he folds a napkin on Magnus’s lap. Alec painted his nails a dark blue, and he wears diamond rings Magnus bought him over time. Princess-cut and oval-cut diamond rings he brings out on these occasions. Some Magnus bought were custom-made.
“Get your pillow,” Magnus tells him after taking a bite. He moans at the taste. Alec retrieves his green velvet pillow from the closet, and he sets it down at Magnus’s side. He kneels down with a flourish, and he puffs out his dress so it doesn’t get wrinkled or sat on.
Alec rests his cheek on Magnus’s thigh. “How was work?”
“Frustrating,” Magnus explains. “A bunch of stubborn mundanes who shouldn’t know the Shadow World. They think money and magic are going to fix all of their problems. They can fix problems, but it does take some hard work and a brain to succeed. They don’t have either, or manners.”
“Mundanes are like ants,” Alec replies, voice mellow. His placid body rests untroubled on his knees with his hands on his lap. “It’s a waste for them to have the Sight.”
Magnus chuckles and takes more bites of his food. “You and your dislike for mundanes. You are adorable.”
Alec ducks his head to hide his blush. Magnus brushes his hair lovingly, and he leans into his touch. They sit in a comfortable silence while Magnus finishes his meal. Once he’s done, Alec takes his dirty dishes to the sink to wash and put away. Magnus goes to the couch and puts on a movie he doesn’t care about paying attention to.
Alec brings a new glass for Magnus. Magnus takes it and kisses Alec’s palm. “I’m glad you text me towards the end of the day,” he says. “Or I would cancel work altogether to come home and ravish you.”
Alec shakes his head, amused. “I know you would. You have to help your clients.”
“I think they would understand if they saw what I come home to,” Magnus says. He makes a gesture with his finger, and Alec slowly spins in a circle. “My princess all dolled up for me.”
Magnus sees the white stockings he wears, and he wants to pull the dress off to see his creamy thighs. He wants to see what pretty panties Alec dressed his cock in. He decides against it, happy to look at his lover and how pretty he is for a little longer. “Bring your pillow over here, sweetheart.”
Alec does as he says, and Magnus points to the space between his legs. Alec places the pillow and kneels without breaking eye contact with the warlock. The eyeliner makes his bright eyes pop, enhancing the lust swimming in them.
Magnus spends the next half an hour sharing his attention with the movie and his princess. Alec kneels patiently on the floor, shifting only slightly and watching Magnus. He looks gorgeous on his knees like this. Perfectly submissive and delicate.
Dressing like this, cooking dinner, and kneeling - Alec holds all the power. He lets Magnus see him like this, giving him the illusion of control. He doesn’t have to submit. He does because he wants to. He wants to submit to Magnus and let him see him like this. The Head of the Institute dressed like a princess on his knees for his warlock lover. It drives Magnus insane and makes his cock hard and leak in his pants.
Magnus sits straighter on the couch, and Alec’s gaze drops to the bulge of his pants. His pupils dilate, and he bites his glossy lips. “Are you prepped, my sweet? Or do I get to do it?”
“I’m ready for you,” Alec replies, voice deep and affected.
Magnus tilts Alec’s chin with his finger. He brings their mouths close together. “Prove it.”
Alec crawls to get on his hands and knees. He arches his back, and Magnus bites back a curse at the erotic display. Alec pulls up his dress, revealing more of his stockings and thighs. The stockings are clipped to a black garter belt. Magnus’s mouth goes dry at the blue panties and white ruffle lining. Alec tugs them to the side to reveal a blue butt plug.
“You are so fucking pretty, princess,” Magnus purrs. He grabs Alec by the hips and drags him closer between his legs. He parts his cheeks wider and traces the plug with his thumb. He removes it slowly, thrusting it back in, watching the way his hole flutters. Desperate to be filled.
Magnus fucks two fingers into him, right down to the knuckle. Alec moans and his arms shake. “I’m ready, Magnus,” he complains, breathless. “Fuck me.”
“So impatient,” Magnus says. He removes his fingers and unzips his pants. “Get the lube or I’m not fucking you.”
Alec gets on shaking legs and gets the lube from the drawer. Magnus pulls down his pants and underwear, and his cock bobs to his stomach, aching and dripping precome. Magnus strokes his cock with lube on his palm, and he runs his thumb over the head. Alec’s eyes are two wells of black, entranced by the sight.
Magnus spins Alec around and tugs him backward so he’s hovering over his lap. He guides Alec forward with a hand on his upper back, and he moves his panties out of the way. He holds Alec’s dress out of the way long enough to press his cock to his hole and slip the head inside. Alec tries to push back, but he stops him with the hand on his back.
He uses magic to create a large mirror in front of them. Perfect to see the lustful need on Alec’s face, and his heaving chest. His bulging muscles wrapped in blue, and his parted painted lips. Alec spots the mirror almost instantly, and his moans go higher, needier.
Magnus slides his hands on Alec’s hips and softly pats. “Be a good little wife and sit on my cock.”
Alec whines and steadies himself on Magnus’s knees and does as he’s told. He sinks down, taking all of Magnus’s cock down to the hilt. Magnus watches him in the mirror, and the way his jaw drops and his eyes squeeze close. He gasps, body trembling, as his hole stretches around Magnus’s cock.
“Fuck,” Magnus moans. He holds the dress out of the way, so he can watch where their bodies are joined. Alec’s hole flutters around his cock, wide and gaped around him. “You’re so tight. You always feel so good around me. So hot and tight.”
Sweat builds on Alec’s chest and collarbones. His beloved makeup is getting messy. His eyeliner and mascara are smudged, and he’s never looked so beautiful. He fucks himself on Magnus’s cock, slamming his hips down. Magnus guides him up and down, praising him, and looking at him through the mirror.
Alec moans, breathless and wild. The panties give him the perfect friction to his cock with every roll of his hips. “Magnus, please. Fuck.”
“My little princess needs help?” Magnus coos. “You’re almost there. I know you are. Be a good girl and come on my cock.”
Alec whines, and he says something but Magnus can’t make it out. His mascara is a mess - the only look better than his makeup freshly painted. He’s gasping and moaning, hurdling to the edge. Magnus meets Alec’s eye in the mirror and cups his cock through his pretty dress. Alec cries out and comes in his panties, and Magnus fucks him through it. He comes deep inside. Alec’s perfect hot hole flutters around him, milking every drop.
Magnus carefully extracts himself, and Alec whimpers. He holds him on his lap, as he unlaces his dress to take it off. He kisses Alec’s sweaty neck, feels the vein there throbbing while he catches his breath. “You’re so beautiful.”
Alec lets out a breathless laugh. He nudges Magnus’s head. “Thank you.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.”
Magnus gives Alec careful attention in the shower. He uses his favorite soap and kisses every inch of skin he can reach, pulling more laughs and blushes from Alec. He washes off the ruined makeup, and Alec’s skin is soft and smells like flowers.
“You’re so pretty,” Magnus whispers later in bed. He holds Alec close and caresses his cheek.
Alec rolls his eyes, and he tucks his face under Magnus’s chin. “As you keep telling me.”
“I will stop saying it when you stop blushing,” Magnus teases. He kisses Alec’s temple.
“I’m not blushing,” Alec mumbles.
“Yeah? Look at me.”
Alec shakes his head. “I’m tired.”
Magnus laughs, bringing his head back. He wraps his arms tighter around his lover.
Pretty boy.