So with this prompt being 'ten lords a leaping' I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to do – considering the prompt was 'the circle' but that's' not very christmasy or interesting to me to write about. So I decided to change it up a bit. So the boys are going to go shopping for their Christmas ladies. They haven't got a prayer at getting the right gift.

DAY 10: Ten Lords-a-Leaping

Prompt: Christmas Shopping

Title: The Gift of Giving Horrible, Really bad, Not Good at All, Very Sucky Gifts.

Featuring: Magnus, Alec, Jace, Simon and Jordan

"I don't see why I can't just put a bow on my head, squat under the tree and be the best Christmas gift Clary's ever received. Because I totally am," Jace complained loudly, causing several eyes to drift towards him as he rifled through some faded comics. He had no idea what he was supposed to be looking for. He plucked one out and with a grumble, glanced over for Simon's approval.

Simon shook his head, "Nope. She's read all of those."

"What hasn't she read," he muttered under his breath, tossing the comic over his shoulder as he walked down the row of mangas. They looked like picture books to him, so suffice to say he didn't understand why he had to actually buy Clary such a Mundie gift that was found in this store.

His attention obviously should have been enough of a Christmas gift. At least that's what Jace told himself as panic set in. Simon had warned him Clary loved Christmas. She went all out, stressed over getting the right gifts, totally threw herself into the yuletide cheer.

And he loved Clary. So that meant finding her the right gift. Even if it meant going through a mundane comic book store with a bunch of geeks.

"Maybe you should just get her a gift card," Alec suggested, hands stuck in his pockets as he walked around. His tone was thoughtful, as if it really was a good idea. Magnus shook his head from behind him.

His voice boomed with disappointment, "That's not personal Alexander! You have to give thought into a gift! It shows how much you care about the person – if your willing to give them exactly what they want for that one magical day, then their Christmas is complete."

"I don't care what you say Magnus, I'm not letting you give me a make over," he arched his eyebrow at his sparkly warlock boyfriend who had been dropping hints all week how the perfect gift would be the gift of allowing him to take Alec shopping for new clothes.

He didn't understand what was wrong with his sweater sets and shadow hunter clothes, and he certainly wasn't going to leave a fine trail of glitter in his wake like Magnus.

"Fine. I hope you enjoy ties for Christmas then," Magnus sounded in despair.

Alec shook his head as he brushed by Magnus, "In fact, I love ties," he emphasized, smirking as he passed through the aisles and went to hang by Jace, who was furiously running his hands through his blonde hair.

Jace finally slammed a comic back onto the shelf and turned on the smirking Simon, "What did you manage to get her then, blood sucker?" he asked with particular venom.

Simon smirked, "Newest volume she's been waiting for, had to get on a waiting list. I guess you could always buy her socks…."

Jace scowled, "Alright, better question," his scowl slowly turned into a smirk as he played devil's advocate, "What did you get for Isabelle?"

It was hard to see a vampire lose more color than he already had – they were particularly pasty and white. Simon however, seemed to become almost transparent as sweat broke out over his forehead.

"W-What? She can't be expecting…I mean we aren't even…why would she even want something…"

"Isabelle's taste is questionable, you really are dense vampire."

Alec shook his head, "You know Clary went out with him too – so that makes Clary's taste also questionable. Which I suppose makes sense."

Jace shifted, ignoring his parabati's teasing as he smirked at Simon, "Don't say I didn't warn you that Isabelle would stomp all over your heart."

"I'll just have Clary pick something out," he muttered under his breath.

"That's cheating," Alec argued, he would have gone farther but a sound of male laughter rippled briskly in the air. Jordan stepped out, eyes glinting.

"I told you Simon. I told you she'd expect a gift."

"Yeah well," Simon seemed to grasp for words, and ended up shrugging his shoulders, "What have you bought Maia?"

At this Jordan's face paled, "Well I – uh, I mean I'm working on that…still in the thinking stages."

"You may want to hurry that process," Magnus thundered from behind, he rolled his eyes at the hopeless lot of them, "It is after the twenty forth. In case you've all forgotten to check a calendar, that makes tomorrow Christmas day."

He watched, in a bit of amusement, as every single man surrounding him suddenly paled considerably. Alec looked about ready to drop to the floor.

"What on earth am I supposed to get you that you don't already have?" he moaned out loud.

Magnus grinned, wagging his eyebrows.

"Not that." His voice deadpanned.

"Magnus. I realize that we…we often use your services at a discounted rate."

Magnus scoffed at that, starring at Alec. "Discounted? You mean free, all because of you, Alexander."

"Right," Alec grew wary as he raised an eyebrow at his outburst, "And that went all fine and well for you. We could probably use your services again…non-warlock services."

"Alec," Magnus gasped, "Are you…are you asking what I believe you are asking?"

The boy remained sullen, and Jace and Simon and Jordan seemed to lack an appropriate answer as they all starred at Magnus's suddenly energetic and hopeful outburst. Slowly, Alec nodded.

"You finally want my fashion advice? How long I've waited for this day." He clapped his hands, and suddenly the room was spinning. They weren't in the comic store anymore, but a fashion department store.

None of the men could tell what store it was, they all starred with horrified eyes at the clothes.

"Now then. A nice cobalt for Clary I think. Isabelle will want the dramatic, cashmere or silk. You'll want a lovely pattern for Maia, perhaps something with a metallic glint to it," he grabbed armsful of clothes, throwing it into the boys arms who all looked equally petrified as the silk lined up in their caving grasps.

Magnus turned around, dark cat eyes glinted with pride, "Come now we only have an hour until the store closes. And somebody has to model."

There was a sudden outbreak of ruckus and noise. "I AM NOT WEARING GIRL CLOTHES," Jace snarled all around him, shoving the clothes into Simon's arms. Alec was pouting and Jordan just looked confused.

The warlock sighed deeply, "I was only making a joke…" nobody seemed to hear him though as Jace continued to be extra obnoxious, admiring his muscular chest and enlightening all of them on how his masculinity was too much for the girly clothes. They would burn right off his body.

"Oh for the love of Lilith," he muttered under his breath, cursing for his foolery at being trapped helping shadow hunters Christmas shop.

"Fine. Figure it out on your own," he snapped, blue sparkles glinting at his fingers as he suddenly vanished.

Of course nobody noticed his disappearance as Simon was being shoved into an ugly lavender sweater and Jordon was hopelessly trying to pick between two fairly similar patterns.

The next morning, Clary tried to keep her jaw locked as she shockingly took the present from Jace's arms. His eyes glinted heavily as he muttered how she had better love it, and wear it and consider it the best damn thing she owned. She didn't have the heart to tell him a ketchup colored sweater just didn't go well with her complexion and carrot top head, but wore it regardless throughout the day.

Isabelle tried not to choke out in horror as she picked out the fairly traumatic bubble gum pink t-shirt with a kitty head on it, as Simon tried to stutter out how the cat looked like Church and she had once mentioned her fondness for him and other felines. She too, wore it as a martyr might walk into his death.

Jordon scored quite well with Maia, who was shocked to receive anything at all and by some miracle, found the silk little top to be quite to her liking. She tossed her arms around him and covered his face with kisses, making him clearly the winner out of the lot.

And Alec…well…Alec spent a miserable day being forced into tight jeans and glittery tops, his face a mask of attempted enthusiasm as he gave Magnus the only true gift the warlock wanted – a makeover.

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