I'm back! We're 2018! It does not feel like it at all. Haha. It still feels like 2017. Anyway, I hope that you all had a great Christmas and New Years, fun but safe (even though that make me sounds like a mum). Mine started well and then I had a bit of an accident which is taking a while to recover from, but we'll get there. And I hope that the first month of 2018 has been great! I've got a few concerts coming up which I'm psyched about—Ed Sheeran, Pink and Halsey, so that's awesome.

Anyway, this is the final chapter! I've loved writing this fluffy little piece. I hope you guys have enjoyed it!

"Jon!" Clary cried out as she threw open the door for the boys flat and saw her brother, Jonathon, standing there. "Oh my god—I'm so glad you made it!" She flung herself out, winding her legs around his and clinging to him like an octopus. Jonathon laughed as his bag fell to the ground and he hugged her back, steadying himself by reaching out with one hand and leaning it against the door frame.

"I told you I'd make it, Clare Bear," he hummed out as he grinned over her shoulder to where the apartment was full. "Hey, guys!" He shouted out.

"Jon!" Isabelle yelled as she dropped the present she was shaking, trying to guess what was in it, and ran over to join the siblings.

"Hey, Jon," Jace grinned as he came over to where the three were now standing. Max Lightwood appeared in the hallway behind Jon, clearly just having come out of the elevator, and Isabelle squealed as she ran down to greet her little brother.

"Get your asses in here!" Magnus shouted from where he was in the kitchen, helping Alec with the feast he had been working on since the day before. "You're letting all the hot air out!" Jon grinned as he disentangled himself from his sisters grasp and sidled inside, Clary, Isabelle and Max just behind him. They shut the door securely, instantly wrapped again in the warm air from the two heaters that had been set up in two of the corners of the apartment. The boys apartment sort of looked like a hundred elves had come in and thrown up everywhere, but it was always like that when Magnus was let loose at Christmas time.

"Everyone's here now, Alec," Simon whined from where he was standing behind a line of duct tape that Alec had put down on the floor in the kitchen, ordering that no one was allowed to step over it without express permission. "When do we get to eat?"

"About another ten minutes," Alec said and then shot a glare over at his room mate as Simon tried to stretch out his hand to stick it into the oven dish filled with roast vegetables and potato. Simon quickly snatched back his hand and pouted as he walked back into the lounge. Magnus laughed at the pitiful expression on his face and reached over to kiss his boyfriend. Alec made a noise of protest, saying something that was muffled by Magnus' mouth about needing to focus on carving the ham, but he couldn't bite back his smile. In the lounge, Max was unloading the presents from his bag underneath the vastly decorated tree, and Isabelle instantly honed it on the ones with her name scrawled in black marker, her eyes lighting up.

"Oooh, this looks like it might be jewellery!" She grinned as she picked one up and turned it over in her hands.

"You're fucking terrible," Clary rolled her eyes as she swatted the present out of Isabelle's hand and put it back under the tree. "It's meant to be a surprise. You're not supposed to touch and shake every single present with your name on it to try and guess what's inside!" Isabelle huffed and then shifted her gaze to her younger brother, who was now talking to Simon. There was a soft smile on her face as she saw the two of them laughing when Max said something, and and Clary nudged her in the side. "You good?"

"I'm perfect," Isabelle sighed as she leaned against Clary. Everything felt warm and safe in the apartment; flooded with glitzy ornaments, the smell of amazing food coming from the kitchen, terrible Christmas carols playing from the stereo and surrounded by almost all of the people that she loved most in the world.

"Must be weird, not having Clary living here after all these years together," Jon noted as he snapped the lid of a bottle of beer that Jace handed him.

"Yeah, but there's a lot of things that are different between me and Clary now," Jace said carefully as he looked at Jon out of the corner of his eye. The two of them had been friends for years, even if they weren't as close as they used to be because of the physical distance between them as they had grown older, and it really should have been Jace who had told Jon about the change in Jace and Clary's relationship. What had happened was a photo had gone up on Facebook, it wasn't Jace and Clary in main focus, but they were off to the side an they had been tagged in it. The pair had been kissing, Clary on Jace's lap, and Jon had called Clary a few hours after the photo had appeared. She had told him that they were seeing each other, and he had then rung Jace and the pair had had a very awkward and stilted conversation, going into detail the damage Jon would inflict on Jace if he hurt his baby sister.

"That working out well?" Jon asked quietly, glancing down to where Clary and Isabelle were sitting on the ground, arms pressed against each others as they spoke and laughed quietly.

"Yeah," Jace nodded with a smile as he had a sip of his beer. "It's pretty damn good." Jon watched him for a moment and then nodded and tipped his beer in his direction before taking a drink.

"Dinner's ready!" Alec announced and there was a simultaneous cheer that went up from every person in the apartment. Isabelle scrambled to her feet while Clary moved a bit slower, Jace reaching down and taking her hands to help pull her to her feet and then following after him to the table. Magnus and Alec made several trips into the kitchen, bringing back dish after dish until there was barely any room on the table for people to actually have their plates and eat.

"You're perfection, Alec," Clary breathed as inhaled through her nose. Jace rested his hand on her knee under the table, giving it a squeeze, as they all started on their meals. It was technically Christmas Eve, but they still celebrated as though it was Christmas. On Christmas Day itself, Clary and Jon would go to the other side of the city to spend it with Jocelyn and their step father, Luke Garroway, and this year Jace would be going with them as well. Max, Alec and Magnus were going to spend the full day with the Lightwoods, while Isabelle and Simon were going to be with the Lightwoods in the morning and then spend the evening with Simon's mother and sister.

There had been yet another fall of snow throughout the day, and so there was a slight dusting over the windows which just made it feel even more cosy inside. After they had stuffed themselves with dinner, Isabelle then brought out dessert, which made people around the table literally groan out loud, a mixture of both appreciation and pain at the idea of eating more after they had eaten as much as they could already.

There was a blueberry cheesecake, incredibly made and specially ordered from an expensive little bakery near the girls apartment, along with a raspberry and apple pie.

"I might actually die if I eat anything else," Simon moaned pitifully, resting a hand over his stomach.

"But you will die happy," Clary pointed out with a smirk as a large piece of cheesecake was cut and put on the plate in front of her. Even when everyone was eating, there was still a whole lot of noise; people talking between bites, the music from the stereo, the sound of Jace bouncing his foot against the floor. After they ate, they crowded into the lounge, spilling over the furniture while Magnus donned a ridiculous Santa hat and started handing out the presents. Isabelle was practically vibrating with excitement on the arm of the couch where she was sitting every time she was passed another present.

They were all staying at the apartment over night. Jon was going to be here for a few weeks, apart from tomorrow, Christmas, and he was going to be staying in Clary's old room which they had converted into a guest room. Isabelle was staying in Simon's room, Clary was staying with Jace and Max was going to be on the couch.

It was after midnight before they all started moving toward their rooms, all of them feeling sluggish after the amount of food they had eaten, and the wine and beer which had been brought out as they opened up their presents. Clary was so tired she didn't even bother to turn on the light when she went into Jace's bedroom first, stripping out of her clothes and then collapsing on top of the covers.

"Come on, babe," Jace laughed as he came back into the room after her, switching on the lamp next to his bed as he manhandled her slim body. He rolled her carefully to the side, pulling back the blankets and then tucking her underneath. She made a noise of contentment as she buried her face into the pillow. Jace got out of his jeans and the hideous Christmas sweatshirt that Isabelle had gifted him and forced him to wear. "You good?" He asked as he jerked off his socks and tossed them toward the washing basket in the corner of the room.

"I'm good," Clary mumbled as he slid under the covers next to her. She curled up against him and then raised her eyebrows when he didn't turn the light off. "What's up?" She asked and he didn't answer, instead just pointing a finger to the bedhead above them. She frowned as she looked up and let out a laugh. "Oh my god," she snorted. "That's cheesy as fuck." Mistletoe hung from his bedhead, above their heads.

"Yeah, well, I'm cheesy as fuck for you," Jace sung out as he leaned in to nuzzle his nose into her neck.

"There are so many things I could say right now," Clary teased.

"Oh, come on," Jace rolled his eyes this time. "I'm being romantic here!"

"Okay, okay, I'll play along," Clary smiled and then shuffled closer to him, their lips coming together. The kiss was slow and sweet and sleepy. When they pulled apart, Jace's golden eyes were heavy with affection and Clary's stomach tightened as they stared at each other.

"I love you," Jace told her, his voice slow and sure. She blinked and for a split second, she looked surprised. But his hand kept rubbing slow circles on her back and she felt so cared for and adored, with the way he kept staring at her, and the words just felt so natural coming from her mouth, they felt so right.

So true.

"I love you too."

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