Just a note that this is based off a fun submission game I am doing off Tumblr which you can find by user name : shadowhunterchristmas as the main blog. All of my submissions will be under my personal tumblr FARTHERTOFALL. Also some of the days I will not be doing based on not reading the Infernal Devices! (big thanks to the reviewer who pointed out i had the wrong series put in there! see i warned you guys I only have read the mortal instruments : ) ) I don't know anything about Will and Tessa so I really can't write about them. That saying I still want a full 12 submissions for the purpose of posting on this fanfic. This means I WILL BE TAKING PROMPTS. I will be taking in THREE TO FOUR PROMPTS. You can send these through me through private message or through my tumblr ask. Just make sure you mention its for the fanfic site! It can be a prompt for ANY MORTAL INSTRUMENT CHARACTERS that is some how Christmas Themed. You can specify characters if you'd like, or just a situation or a theme. I'd really love prompts to at least fill in the three submission days i won't be participating in so don't feel shy and send them in!


DAY 1: Partridge in a Pear Tree

Prompt: A scene depicting a park or a picnic.

Title: The Snow Wars

Featuring: Clary, Jace, Simon, Isabella, Alec and Magnus.


Clary packed the snow tight between her small hands, the cold wet substance went through her cotton pink gloves, numbing her fingers as she hunched down low in the crystalized meadow where Alec and Jace and Isabelle were known to train. Large icicles dripped from the skeletal outreach of the trees, she felt a chill race down her spine.

Despite her rosy cheeks, and running red nose she felt ready. She rolled her shoulders, kept her muscles ready. This was war.

"Partridge to Mistletoe. Partridge to Mistletoe. Over." The static was crisp in the wintery air, Simons voice chipped over the sound waves of the hand held walkie-talkies.

Clary picked it up and pushed her thumb down to talk, "I told you I didn't want my code name to be Mistletoe!"

"Well you declined Acidic Sludge so now your mistletoe," his voice came through, cheery and optimistic, "Anyways, Sparkles just rung in in his…own special way…the enemy troops are on their way. Over"

"I can't believe you got Magnus to join," Clary rolled her eyes, wondering if the warlock had discovered Simon's code name for him yet.

"Mistletoe you need to say over. And…don't break code! His name is sparkles. Over."

The static broke their communication. Clary grinned as she stomped her hands around another firm ball of snow, making a pile of twenty as she kneeled down behind the bank of snowdrift. The park was abandoned of those considered mundane. It was perfect for retribution.

A week ago, Jace had thought it would be cute to shove a ball of wet snow down her sweater. She had vowed vengeance – swift and severe. He wouldn't know when it was coming, or who it would come by – but mark Clary Fray's words, it would come.

Today…was that day.

They warmed up in the middle of the park, the weeds and flowers and emerald blades of grass stomped down by a thick six inches of snow from the blizzard New York had sustained for two days. Now the sun was out and blazing, it glimpsed off Jace's golden hair as he went through complicated, graceful flips and turns to warm up his muscles.

She aimed her arm back and picked up her walkie-talkie, "Three. Two. One."

As she stated over, Simon who was perched up in a tree (hence Clary's own nickname she had given him instead of Saber tooth as he had wanted to go by from the x-men comics) flew the first snow ball that landed as a wet sop right on the back of Isabelle's neck.

She stopped stiff, her hands instantly going to brush the burning icy sensation away from her neck. She whirled around, eyes seeing red, "Who did that?" she flicked her gold whip out with murderous intent.

Alec barely moved away from the edge of her whip as it flickered and slithered to life within her grasp. He moved his hand down to his stele and glared, tousling his dark tresses with a free hand. "Probably those werewolf kids again," he suggested, his tone terse. He'd have to talk to Luke about controlling the pack betters, teaching them not to mess with shadow hunters for starter.

Jace jumped next to her, shocked as a wet snowball slammed right into the left side of his face. He swept it away with his bare palm, starring with a little crease above his eyebrows.

Suddenly the sky was covered with snowballs, blue sparkling snowballs that rained down like an angel's wrath. Clary jumped out from the bank, tossing her own pitiful snowball as Magnus did his fine crafted work.

Simon untangled himself from the branches, falling in an oddly graceful movement, odd because Clary just wasn't used to him being graceful as a vampire yet. He grinned as he picked up a snow ball, nearly as white as his palm as he bounced it up and down, grabbing it as he cautiously walked forward to the rather large oddly shaped mold of snow that had captured three very annoyed and shocked looking shadow hunters.

"I'd say the war is ours," he grinned, Magnus stalked smoothly out from the brush, fingers sparkling blue as he headed over. His hair gel glinted in the sun, the metallic silver of his shirt hurt Clary's eyes if she looked directly at it.

Simon smirked at the warlock as his sparkly magic vanished from his talented fingers, "Gotta admit, still surprised you joined in."

Magnus smirked, "I had something to gain in this venture," he admitted, his yellow slit cat eyes gleaming with cocky intelligence.

Simon raised an eyebrow, "What's that?" he paused with the curiosity.

"An extremely cold and wet boyfriend who will want to change clothes a block away in my apartment," he grinned, the whites of his teeth flashing.

A hand broke free of the snow, clawing itself out. Jace's head soon emerged, tawny eyes glaring as he spotted the three responsible. The wet snow melted against his cheeks, sliding down the bridge of his scarlet nose as he pulled himself out to the shoulders. He eyed Clary, lips drawing into a smile.

"This is far from over Fray," he mumbled, continuing to struggle in the chest-high snow.

Clary blinked, her smile grew more pronounced, "Looks pretty over from where I'm standing."

And that was how the Snow Wars were won – though only temporary. Retribution shinned, in the shadow hunter's tawny eyes as he continued to fight to free himself from the warlock's trickery. And only one thing was certain.

Retaliation would be imminent.