cuddlecity | → i don't want a lot for christmas, there is just one thing i need

CHARACTERS: Barbie House Residents & You.
LOCATIONS: That pink little number where superpowered girls live.
WARNINGS: None in post, please let me know if I need to change that.
SUMMARY: Ugly sweater party time.

( If you know Kimberly and Clary at all, then you'll know there's been a festive treat in the works for a while. People will have received their personally designed invitations during the week, but neither of them have been shy in mentioning the party while wandering the city laden with shopping bags. The house is suitably decorated - enough mistletoe to potentially be a biohazard - but with a little help from the world's best ( and most stylish ) warlock Magnus Bane, it's definitely looking the part. And if it's a little small, well outside is covered in lights too, an army of space heaters dotted in their garden to make things as cosy as possible.

There's multiple flavours of punch, though be wary of the one that smells overwhelmingly of gingerbread, someone was a little heavy handed with the liquer. If that doesn't float your boat then the living room table is laid out with different drinks and snacks, some more festive than others. Eat, drink, be merry. And if you hear Blue Christmas at any point in their festive playlist, please track down Baby and give him a hug ( or a drink ... or one of those sprigs of mistletoe. )

The only rule ( and it's definitely a rule ) wear a Christmas sweater or suffer the wrath of women scorned. Though maybe not something with tassles or baubles, Simba might be after them. )

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( Clary's Christmas sweater is a work of art and she'll not hear anyone saying otherwise. She's definitely in the spirit of it anyway, tacky festive jewellry on and a halo of tinsel on top of her head. Her good mood is obvious, even when she's pulling apologetic faces for those who've unwaringly tasted the alcoholic Gingerbread monstrosity. She tried, okay. And at least it'll warm people up.

She's also one of the first to pull her friends up to dance any time All I Want For Christmas comes on, obnoxiously miming the words to make people laugh. At some point she'll be found carrying Simba around and ambushing people under the mistletoe with him, demanding he gets his fair share of smooches. If she's without him, then it's cheek kisses all the way - no blood will be spilt tonight, Herondale.

Though if she finds Alec, she is 100% smacking her lips on his face, girl cooties, gross. )

[ just for the record — alec got the memo. he chose not to follow said memo. ]

[ minus the christmas sweater, alec's dressed casually, with reindeer antlers on his head. someone needs to be the grinch who stole christmas, right? well, he's arrived. not too long after he sweeps into the pink little house does he find simba. ]

[ looking down at his only friend, he shakes his head. ] What has she done to you?

[ with his friend in his arms, alec searches for clary. it's not hard to find her, with that flame of hair and the ridiculous christmas sweater. approaching her, he shakes his head disapprovingly. ] You could get arrested for this.

[ "this" being simba's get-up. ]

( Alec gets the most dramatic of gasps for his troubles, Clary's eyes narrowing at his decidedly sweaterless attire. Good job with the antlers, buddy, but you've fallen short everywhere else. ) Alec Lightwood, you asshole! You've ruined Christmas.

( How could you.

But, she was expecting something like this. Which means she is prepared. From out of her pocket comes a pad of sticky notes, each one with a doodled bauble. Clary peels the first one off, then slaps it to his chest in defiance. There. Shame he has a cat in his arms and can't fight back.

Simba gets a nicer reaction, which is a scratch behind the ears and a cooing noise. ) He likes it, look how cute he looks.

[ — the angel! ]

[ alec isn't as still as he'd like to be at her attack, but he remains standing once the dust settles with a post-it pinned to his chest. he looks down, and though he could easily pick it off to read it, he doesn't. his expression, previously surprised, melts into his usual unexpressive line. pulling at the hem of his shirt, he studies the simple post-it note like it's a van gogh painting. ]

Is that meant to be a circle?

( Certain obligations are beyond escaping; such as a holiday party thrown by a tiny person filled with stubborn refusal at his attempts to escape. Let it be known that Jace Herondale, shadowhunter extraordinaire, the greatest™, has been forcibly domesticated and is in attendance, even following the ridiculous dress code. His dedication to being the grinchest grinch to have ever grinched has been broken up by the repeated cups of eggnog. Still, he's continually made faces at the music selection, wanting nothing to do with a sleigh ride.

Maybe the most tragic thing of all is the fact that his parabatai has stolen Jace's excuse for disappearing; simba, the little orange ball of fur, rests comfortably in the arms of his brother.

That's why Clary is now the recipient of his attention and nearby hovering; he has a gingerbread cookie in one hand, eyebrows slightly furrowed, prodding her gently with an elbow )

I can't believe you made me wear this. ( Granted, Clary did give him a little leeway, hence the dinosaur. ) I should've joined Alec in protest.

( It would be better for everyone if he just accepted how legitimately whipped he is. Maybe the smile she gives him helps, sweet and pleased and decidedly loved up, one hand reaching out to pat the dinosaur on his sweater. )

Alec is going to regret his decision, just you wait. ( She just isn't sure what form her revenge going to take yet. ) I'm going to ruin him.

( Clarissa Fairchild, everyone, actually a demon. )

Besides, it's a badass sweater. Very you. ( Leaning into her toes, she punctuates this by pressing a kiss to his cheek, caring very little about PDA. It's better than the shenanigans some people get up to in Cadelle, anyway. ) You'll be spared by the Christmas gods.

[She can't surprise-cheek-kiss someone if he cheek-kisses her first! Magnus, despite the wealth of glitter and sparkle, can be surprisingly stealthy at times. Although it probably helps that Clary is distracted, readjusting Simba's ensemble.]

Hello, biscuit, we match. I'm glad someone else thinks Christmas unicorns are an excellent idea. And hello again to you, don't you look handsome!

[Yes, he adores Simba already, he'd adored Simba earlier when he'd been decorating and had accidentally covered him in blue glitter when he'd run through a cloud of magic at the wrong time. Simba gets a smooch on the nose.]

( They do match! Except, well --. Clary's laughter bursts out of her, nose crinkling. ) I think mine's missing a little something. ( Trust Magnus Bane. Except she is weirdly delighted by it. Once more it reminds her that she's so very lucky to have most of her friends here. ) I figured we might as well get a little creative. Jace's sweater has a dinosaur.

( And she's proud, because he's wearing one even though he grumbled at it for days. )

I'm really glad we decided to do this, the place looks amazing.

( Simon wriggles in her arms, and Clary apparently takes that as a sign to offer him up to the Warlock, because he's his uncle now or something. )

Can I get you a drink?

Yours is a delight, I'm sure Jace's is a delight, everything is a delight, don't worry, biscuit, your party is already a success.

[Yessss, cat time. Magnus takes him happily, putting him on his back and rubbing his belly before flipping him over again and cradling him properly, chin scritches and all. It's so good to see Clary light and happy like this.]

I would love a drink. What's that gingerbread-y stuff? ...oh, what is that gingerbread-y stuff?

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