5 Times Alec Tried to Make Magnus Titter, & the 1 Time He Did That and More

3: Never Speak of this Again, Ever

Alec hated this. How Isabelle had talked him into this was beyond him. He felt ridiculous. Was making Magnus titter really worth this humiliation? Was it? Was it really?

He hung his head in defeat. It was.

"Chin up Alec," Isabelle said. "I'm not done yet."

Groaning, Alec lifted his head and sat in sullen silence as his sister added another puff of powder on his face. Somehow or other, she had convinced him that if he wanted to make Magnus titter, he would have to do something completely outragous, such as crossdress.

Thankfully, even though they were still at the Institute, they weren't in a place where just anyone could walk in on them. They were in Isabelle's bedroom and no one in their right mind walked willingly into Isabelle Lightwood's bedroom unless they wanted a makeover. Alec most definitely did not want a makeover. But he did want to hear Magnus titter and if this was what he had to do to hear that cute sound again, then this is what he would do.

Even if he was slowly but surely dying inside.

He had made Jace, who was sitting in the corner of the room trying valiently not to laugh at his parabatai, and Isabelle promise not to take pictures before this madness started. Alec could stomach this embaressing turn in life for the time being because the potential outcome was worth it. But that didn't mean he wanted to remember every grueling detail of it.

He actually wouldn't mind forgetting this part for good. Crumple up the memory like yesterday's newspaper and toss in the trash. He took a chance and glanced at himself in the mirror and immediately regretted it. Brain bleach. He needed brain bleach.

He was currently wearing a dark blue dress which was long enough that he didn't feel too exposed. The draft up his legs was incredibly awkward though. Honestly, how did girls wear these things every day and not feel naked?

The accursed high heels were sitting threateningly on the floor near his chair. He would not put on those monstrosities until the last possible moment. His hair was gelled down and he hated it. The gell was cold against his scalp and made his hair feel greasy and odd. The makeup didn't help. He felt like a pancake in a dress.

He groaned again and dropped his face into his hands picking up his inner debate of whether this whole fiasco was really worth it. The answer was, of course, still yes. But it was pushing the limits.

"Done," Isabelle sang happily. She cheered at her handiwork and spun her brother around in the chair so he could look at himself fully in the mirror.

He would definitely need brain bleach.

Isabelle texted Magnus asking him to come to her room to help decide what to wear to a party he was throwing later on. She wanted to fit the theme. Naturally, Magnus was always ready for a good impromtu fashion show. He and Isabelle had bonded over clothes very fast, almost scary fast.

The knock on the door broke through Alec's thoughts and he heaved a sigh, bracing himself. This was it. Do or die. Dear Angel please make this worth it.

He stood up and stepped into the devil's traps that were high heels and turned to face the door. If he wobbled and possibly twisted his ankle while doing so, no one mentioned it. They valued their lives after all. Even in a dress, Alec was deadly. He just didn't look it at the moment.

Jace sat back against Isabelle's dresser and crossed his arms over his chest, ready and waiting for the show to start. Isabelle practically skipped up to the door and opened it wide.

"Magnus! Thank you so much for coming," she said, her cherabic face glowing in excitement. "I need your advice."

"No trouble at all," Magnus said, his form hidden from Alec's view by the door. "Let's start this show, shall we?"

Isabelle laughed and stepped back to allow Magnus entrance. Alec braced himself, holding his breath until Magnus walked around Isabelle's door. Alec knew the instant Magnus saw him. The glamour hiding the warlock's true eyes vanished revealing the golden cat eyes Alec not-so-secretly adored. Magnus's smile froze in place as did the warlock's entire form. For several seconds, nothing happened. Silence reigned.

Alec was in the midst of praying the Angel would melt him into the ground when he heard that blessed sound followed by a rather inelegant snort. Oh yes. It was definitely worth it. The grin that he could feel on his own face was both victorious and proud.

Magnus's face, however, was bright red and one of his hands was clapped firmly over his mouth. It stuck there muffling any other sound the warlock uttered. But that was fine. Alec had already heard the cute little titter. Even the snort at the end was worth it.

He snickered in victory. "You tittered," he teased.

Magnus stumbled back, shock still plain on his face. "I... I... no, I-"

"That's two for us, none for Magnus, right?" Jace asked when he could catch his breath between cackles.

Magnus turned his horrified gaze to the blonde Shadowhunter.

"Well," Isabelle said, winking slyly when Magnus turned to her, a betrayed expression on his face. "Technically you could say it's three for us and zero for Magnus if you count the first time you heard it Alec."

"You?!" Magnus gasped still staring at Isabelle. "Isabelle Lightwood! Of all people!"

"Hey, has anyone see- Oh my god!"

The group looked up to see Clary Fray poking her head around Isabelle's door and staring directly at Alec. It was then that Alec was abruptly reminded of the ridiculous lengths he'd gone to to get that sound. He had resorted to crossdressing. And Clary had caught him red handed. Alec buried his face in his hands. His pride was ruined.

"Wow," Clary said. "You... actually look good in a dre-"

"Don't finish that sentence," Alec said sharply.

Clary wisely shut up. Instead, she started staring at the very distinct blush on Magnus's face. She exchanged a glance with Isabelle who gave her the "okay" sign indicating she would explain later.

"I can't wait to hear this," Clary said, already excited.

Team Titter: 2 (technically 3)
Magnus: 0