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terresdebrume

Word Count: 3223 (I tried my best :p)

Dear Santa,
For Christmas I want a “So, my sister insisted she had to go talk to Santa (and ask him to pull my brother’s head out of his ass so he can finally ask this Clary girl out) in the Mall, and it turns out the sparkly elf assistant is really hot” Malec AU

Alec did not care what they told him, not the weatherperson, smile plastered on as they gestured to the south of the country and promised sun and dry weather; not his sister as her clothing grew more and more festive as the days ticked steadily onwards, fluttering from room to room leaving tinsel and the persistent tinkling of bells in her wake; not Jace, tan slowly seeping out of his skin with the sole illumination of his phone screen, the same avatar flashing onto the screen and lighting up the dark rooms and Jace’s face with a strange devotional happiness; and not even Max, made old before his time, words sometimes concealed beneath the hiss of the oxygen tank as he pulled it along with him, wheels squeaking. It was freezing. And it was not about to stop as another day dawned, cold and clear, no protection from the bright ineffectual sun as it raged through the thin curtains, the glass partially shielded by frost.

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janeypeixes:

(Chapter 13)

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terresdebrume:

✗ OTHER SHADOWHUNTER CHRONICLES LIVEREADS
{All}{The Mortal Instruments}{The Bane Chronicles}

It’s not easy being Magnus Bane. As a warlock, he’s often called upon to fix problems of others. His life has been long, and his loves have been many, and Magnus has a way of making sure he’s at the right place at the right—or perhaps wrong—time. The French Revolution, Prohibition, the first great battle between Valentine and the New York Institute… Magnus was there. But smuggling Marie Antoinette out of France is nothing compared to having a first date with Alec Lightwood.
Though Magnus’s tale is far from over, these stories shed a little light on his often inscrutable character. What happens when an immortal warlock goes mad? Are all Herondales as problematic as Will? (Answer: yes.) And why was Magnus banned from Peru?
Magnus will never be able to tell all of his tales. No one would believe him. But here are eleven stories that fill in some of the blanks—stories he probably wishes had never gotten out.

✗ OTHER BANE CHRONICLES LIVEREADS
{All}{The Rise of the Hotel Dumort Part I}{Saving Raphael Santiago}

Magnus Bane watches the once-glamorous Hotel Dumort become something else altogether in 1970s New York City.
Fifty years after the Jazz Age rise of the Hotel Dumort, immortal warlock Magnus Bane knows the Manhattan landmark is on the decline. The once-beautiful Hotel Dumort has fallen into a decayed thing, a ruin, as dead as a place can be. But the vampires don’t mind…

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i.
The first it happens, Connor has Oliver two pants away from a emotional breakdown.

He has handful sheets in his hand and not enough air and Connor well he’s working him open with three fingers and slick tongue.  The brunette is far onto cloud nine and everything is fuzzy.

And it starts to feel like too much and his head is a fog. He says it barely above a mumble when he comes onto his stomach and he’s sheets.

“Aren’t you glad you typed faster?”

ii.
Then it happens again but this time it’s kind of stupid. Oliver is making eggs, when a certain morning jogger comes in.

“You wanna go out for fun?”
“No, thank you. I’d rather stay here and eat. Running is not my thing.”
“It’s good for you, maybe if you ran would be such a twink.”
“Oh, yeah thanks Daddy. I’ll get right on it.”

Of course, Connor smirks at the comment and starts to strip down form his work out gear. Oliver knows he’s not going to get to finish his eggs not right now of course because Connor is too horny not to fuck him right there in the kitchen. 

iii.
So, Oliver is fucking wasted and he is two bottles down when Connor comes by to get him. 

When they climb into the cab, Oliver glasses go missing and so does is his dignity because he straddles Connor like horse and grinds down in the worst of ways.

Connor steadies him with a strong hand it hip but he doesn’t stop him because why should he. 

He grinds down harder and leans into hide his face into Connor’s neck. “Daddy.” He moans for the first time and its audible. 

He contiunes to slur out his moans and grind on Connor relentlessly until they reach his apartment and the people next door can tell that he didn’t hold back. 

Oliver woke up to the after taste of vodka and absent memory of the previous night and empty bed.

monicashipscoliver:

Connor asks Oliver what he wants for Christmas.

Oliver, smiling shyly, looks at him and says, “I have everything I want.” He takes Connor’s hand. “Right here.”

Connor’s usually so cool and suave but that’s so… so something that Connor can’t stop blushing. And as his mouth hangs open, brain trying to formulate some kind of cool guy response, Oliver leans down and kisses him. It’s soft and sweet and Connor could melt right there on the freezing sidewalk in the glow of the twinkling lights.

“What do you want?” Oliver asks. His breath puffs warm on Connor’s cold nose. Connor smiles, half because it tickles, half because it’s so easy to when he’s standing next to Oliver.

He coughs when he realizes what he’s doing, standing there, staring slack-jawed like a kid on Christmas morning. The smile finds its way back though. It never stays gone long anymore.

“Connor?”

“Oliver.”

Oliver sighs loud and long – overly dramatic – entirely undermined by the playful glint in his eye and the way he squeezes Connor’s hand. “So stubborn.”

“Or maybe, that’s what I want.” Connor glances away, a bit sheepish now. He’s never been good at this part. At any of this.

Feelings. Relationships. Love.

He licks his lips. “Who I want.”

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raelilly79:

Hello Tumblr friends! I haven’t had a chance to share any of my own fics with you so I thought to myself “self, that might be a nice Christmas gift!” So here you go. If you like check me out on AO3, same name. Not many posted but I hope to add soon. This one is called Bleeding Out.

Magnus Bane had always considered himself a night person. This was fortuitous, considering that most of his work was best performed after dark. In fact, truth be told, most of Downworld did not really get started until the sun set, so it made sense that Magnus would be comfortable walking down the nearly vacant streets of Brooklyn at two in the morning. He had just finished a job for a rather demanding (albeit wealthy, and thus well paying) vampire in Manhattan and was enjoying the relative quiet of the sleeping city. Well, mostly sleeping. The streets of Brooklyn were never completely deserted, there was always someone, or something, lurking about but nothing that the High Warlock of Brooklyn needed to worry about.

Magnus had sent a few text messages to Alec as he was leaving his vampire employers apartment. This job had been a bit of a fiasco from the start, and Magnus was anxious to share the details of the final chapter with his boyfriend. He had been slightly disappointed by Alec’s lack of response, but had assumed that he had simply fallen asleep. It was late after all, and Alec was not as much of a night person as Magnus. Alec had sent Magnus a text early in the evening letting him know that he planned to head out with his siblings to check out a report of some sort of demon activity down by the docks. The information had been sketchy, but Jace and Isabelle had insisted they check it out anyway, Magnus assumed mostly due to boredom on their part. He was sure Alec had finished up early and returned home to their bed hours ago. The thought made him anxious to join actually. 

So when Magnus entered the loft that he shared with Alec he was surprised to find all the lights on, but no trace of his boyfriend. “Alec, are you home?” he called out to the well lit emptiness, but received no answer. Magnus had just started to convince himself that perhaps he had managed to beat Alec home after all when he noticed the cell phone and keys thrown haphazardly on the coffee table. When he picked up the cell phone the screen still flashed with the un-read texts he himself had sent earlier. It wasn’t until Magnus looked down again at the abandoned set of keys that he noticed the single drop of blood on the coffee table. His own blood seemed to freeze in his veins.

“Alec!” he called through the loft, his voice rising in panic as he ran for the most logical place to find an injured Shadowhunter; the bedroom. As he passed through the doorway into said room he heard soft cursing from the attached bathroom, followed by the clink of metal against porcelain. Magnus rounded the corner into the bathroom and the sight before him made all the blood drain from his face.

Alec was seated on the closed lid of the toilet, every surface around him splattered with blood. His right hand held an obscenely large knife, the point of which was pressed deeply into a wound on his left forearm. Alec’s head had been lowered, now he looked up and met Magnus’ appalled eyes with a very contrite expression. “Oh, hey Magnus, you’re home early” he chirped in a falsely pleasant tone. The words were barely past his lips when Alec’s face was suddenly washed in a most troubling shade of green. He turned to the side and, leaning his injured arm against the bathroom wall, proceeded to vomit spectacularly into the waste basket. The bloody smears on the tile wall, and the unpleasantly full waste basket told Magnus that this was not the first time Alec had vomited. 

“Alec what on earth…. how did you…. what happened?” Magnus found himself shocked completely beyond the realm of rational thought. Until Alec’s shoulders slumped, at which point Magnus’ protective nature switched into high gear. He rushed to Alec’s side and pulled the blade out of his hand, tossing it noisily into the sink. 

Alec sighed “I planned to have all this cleaned up before you got home, if you hadn’t been so early I could have pulled it off. Ow!” He winced as Magnus pressed the wound with a towel to try to slow the bleeding. The fact that Alec was bleeding at all was concerning, he was typically able to heal himself effectively with runes. Magnus sent a quick shock of magic up Alec’s arm just to slow the blood.

“What do you mean early? It’s after two in the morning. Why on earth haven’t you used an iratze to heal this? Tell me what happened.”

Alec winced before explaining “The tip we received was right, there was a nest of Dasheen demons when we got to the docks. We had cleared them out and were headed home. We must have missed one though, it jumped out from behind Izzy and I got in the way. It caught me with it’s claw before I finished it off, I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but I think maybe its claw broke off in the wound, I haven’t been able to heal it. So I’ve been trying to dig the claw out with that blade. I didn’t know it was so late, I’ve been here since midnight.”

Magnus had to work hard to restrain his temper, getting angry with Alec would fix nothing at this point. He worked to keep his voice level, “You could have called me you know, I could have fixed you up in no time, you wouldn’t have been in pain for the last two hours, and our bathroom would be in a much more pleasant state too. Hold still!”

“I didn’t want to interrupt you, I knew you were finishing up with the client from hell, I really didn’t think it was a priority. I almost had it anyway.” Alec grimaced as Magnus ran his hand over the still bleeding injury. Stupid stubborn Nephilim.

“Alright, I’m going to get the claw out, this is going to hurt. Ready?”

Alec braced himself against the back of the toilet and muttered “ready” through gritted teeth. 

Magnus was able to locate the obstruction easily enough, and it took just a few moments to pull it out using his magic. He tossed the small piece of claw into the wastebasket before waving a hand and banishing the blood and mess from the bathroom. He eyed Alec warily as he reached behind him and grabbed his stele, efficiently marking an iratze to the inside of his elbow. The remaining blood flow that Magnus had not stopped began to slow immediately, until moments later the wound was closed. Magnus sighed as he kneeled down next to Alec and looked up into his face. 

“I really want to yell at you right now but I’m not going to. You know why?”

Alec looked up through his lashes, and Magnus was struck by exactly how much he looked like a puppy that expected to be punished. “You’re not going to yell because my intentions were good and everything turned out OK in the end and you love me?” Alec finished with a lopsided grin. 

“Yes, yes and yes. But let me get one thing perfectly straight for you: you are ALWAYS my priority. No matter where I am, no matter what I’m doing, no matter who I’m working for, if you need me you call me. Do I make myself clear?”  

“Ok fine, I’ll call next time, I promise.” Alec placed a hand against Magnus’s cheek, waiting to see that he had been forgiven. Magnus figured there was no point in starting a full blown argument, so he nodded before covering Alec’s hand with his own. Alec grinned and stood, pulling Magnus up by the hands. “Come on, I’m starving, there’s got to be something in the fridge. Now I told you about my night, are you going to tell me how it went with Crazy-Pants or not?”

Magnus laughed “Oh Darling, you’ve got NOTHING on my evening, let me tell you…”

mistletoemalecdestiel:

malec au for sealitwithaklainekiss – happy christmas!! ❤

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Alec Lightwood had never seen much of his neighbour in the few months he’d been living in his new apartment. He’d caught glimpses of him, rushing from his car to the front door shielding himself from the rain, or passed him briefly in the corridor when Alec was running to work.

He hadn’t seen him, but he’d certainly heard a lot. His neighbour – Magnus? – had a habit of playing grunge music in the early hours of the morning, waking Alec up with his out of tune warbling. It would have been different if the music was actually half decent, but Alec had never even of heard the music that crashed through his bedroom walls ever night.

He’d had a bad week at work, and was ready to watch some crappy TV and crash with a takeout. He couldn’t afford to order food in much, and actually preferred to cook, but that night he needed all the comfort he could get.

At 11pm, feeling decidedly calmer and happier after catching up on all the shows he’d missed that week, Alec fell into bed sighing happily. He was ready for sleep now, he felt like he could actually sleep for the first time in weeks. He rolled over, curling up with a tiny smile playing on his lips –

The music from next door began again. He groaned with frustration and threw his pillow at the wall. It made no impact on anything, and simply resulted in Alec having to climb out of bed and get it back. He wondered how much money it would cost to have his room soundproofed – probably far too much, but he really didn’t care anymore, he simply wanted just one good night’s sleep.

Tonight his noisy neighbour was adding his own accompliments to the piece. Alec would have said harmonising, but that implied that there was something vaguely nice about the whole thing. It wasn’t. It sounded like a cat being put through a meat grinder.

He yanked the pillow over his head, trying to block out even a tiniest bit of the noise, knowing immediately that it wasn’t going to work.

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Alec was glaring at the wall, trying to work out whether it would be politer to knock down his neighbour’s wall, or his door. It was a difficult decision, and Alec had spent nearly an hour already weighing up the pros and cons of each method. His alarm clock lit up and bleeped quietly: 3am. There was no point trying to sleep, he might as well get up and set fire to his whole apartment one thing at a time, or maybe try and separate grains of rice into size order –

A loud blaring sound cut through the noise of next door. Alec nearly screamed, sick and tired of his neighbour’s stupid music, wishing that he’d cut out this new stupidly loud and grating style. He’d take the old stuff any day –

There was a loud knock at his door and he nearly cried. God, the guy wasn’t coming round to see him was he? To apologise for his horrible music?

“You okay in there?” A voice called out, knocking loudly on the door. “C’mon, we gotta get out of here.”

Alec staggered out of bed and yanked the door open, ready to give his ridiculous and rude neighbour several pieces of his mind – if he had any left after the slow torture of the last few weeks –

And froze, his mouth wide open.

This guy was gorgeous. His black hair was spiked up with gel, and his eyes were – Alec thought it had to be his exhaustion, because he swore they were a mixture of yellow and green. Was that even possible? Yellow eyes? Maybe it was some genetic thing.

He shook his head. The man was staring at him like he was insane. “You okay? You know we need to get out of here?”

“What? Why?”

The guy’s eyebrows rose. “You know what a fire alarm sounds like, right?”

A fire alarm. A fire alarm. Alec was too tired to go into any sort of panic. What had he thought it was? Oh –

“Your music.” Alec mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“What about it?”

“It’s, uh, loud.” And annoying. And makes my head feel like it’s going to split open if I have to listen to another note.

“It’s not that bad,” the man laughed, and Alec realised too late that he’d spoken aloud. Dammit. This wasn’t good.

“Look, as much as I’d love to stay and chat, we really must get out. You know, before the building burns down or something.” The guy quirked a smile at Alec and for a moment he forgot how to talk. It wasn’t fair how gorgeous he was, especially when he’d annoyed the hell out of Alec for the past month.

He began to close the door behind him, but his neighbour was staring at him. “Uh,” he coughed. “You really want to go outside like that? It’s a bit cold.”

Alec glanced down and realised too late that he was wearing just a pair of boxers. He swore in his head, but then couldn’t tell if he’d sworn aloud or not – he was so exhausted. He looked around for his coat, but couldn’t find one.

“Here,” the guy shrugged his own coat off, and handed it to him. Alec hesitated and then took it. It was long and incredibly warm. He sighed happily.

“Magnus.” The guy held his hand out.

“Oh,” Alec took it, slightly dazed. “Alec.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah… face to face.”

There was a shout from downstairs for them to hurry up, and Magnus hurried ahead of Alec. Beneath his coat he’d been wearing blue and purple silk pyjamas with a strange pattern on them – Alec couldn’t work out what it was.

He took a deep breath to steady the butterflies in his stomach and instantly regretted it. Because Magnus’s coat smelt amazing. Alec couldn’t put his finger on what the smell was; he’d have to ask Magnus.

The blaring sound cut out suddenly. Alec nearly crashed into Magnus, who’d stopped in front of him.

“False alarm then.” Magnus laughed, turning and suddenly realising how close Alec was. He looked so hot, his black hair tousled from bed, bright blue eyes sparkling and Magnus’s own coat pulled tightly round him. Magnus cleared his throat, unsure what to do.

“You, uh,” he’d never been this nervous. And he shouldn’t be; he’d seen Alec in his underwear already, for God’s sake. “You want to come to mine and I’ll make you a drink of something? To help you sleep?”

Alec laughed. Magnus watched, enthralled and then worried as it grew more and more hysterical.

“Alec?” he put his hand on his shoulder to steady him.

“You want to help me sleep –” Alec gasped out, tears running down his face. “Maybe don’t play your music at 3am –”

“What?”

Magnus seemed genuinely confused. “I don’t, I have headphones in –”

Alec doubled over, nearly wheezing as he tried to breathe through his laughter. Magnus thought he was insane. “They must have – broke then, my ears aren’t that – sensitive.”

Magnus shook his head, and hauled Alec upstairs. Alec insisted on being left in his own apartment, and Magnus agreed, but only after making sure he was safely in bed. Alec was asleep immediately, splayed out on top of the sheets, still wearing Magnus’s coat.

Magnus grinned as he closed the door behind him. Now he had an excuse to meet up with Alec again, and he was glad – he wasn’t sure how much of his own music he’d be able to stand either, and Alec had turned out to be far too polite to rise to the bait of coming and telling him to turn it down.

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malec for winchestorms – happy christmas!! ❤

Alec was always coming back from Clave business completely exhausted. He’d stagger through the door and collapse onto Magnus’s sofa, not even making it as far as the bedroom. Not that Magnus minded that much, he was glad that Alec was finally home safe and sound, but it was difficult to cuddle your unconscious boyfriend when the sofa wasn’t big enough for both of you.

Magnus sighed at his boyfriend’s sprawled out sleeping figure, and suddenly realised he hadn’t put his makeup on that morning. He shook his head and his makeup appear on the table – maybe Alec had passed out because he couldn’t bear to look at Magnus’s makeup free face.

The warlock laughed at himself, knowing it wasn’t the case, but he’d still feel better with his usual covering of glitter and eyeliner. He’d remembered to do his hair though, thank goodness; he’d hate to have boring floppy hair for even one minute of his eternal life.

Ten minutes later, feeling suitably fabulous again, Magnus dusted a final flourish of glitter onto his spiked hair and turned to watch his boyfriend. Alec was still passed out, his mouth hanging open adorably, but he’d rolled so he was lying on his back. The warlock’s fingers paused, the remaining glitter on his fingers not yet vanished away. He pursed his lips, deciding. He knelt next to the Shadowhunter, tracing the curve of his jaw and the dark shadows of his face with his eyes. Hesitantly, he brushed his fingers gently across Alec’s closed eyelids. They fluttered slightly, but didn’t open. Magnus pulled back and smiled. Gold looked good on Alec after all. But he really needed blue and silver… the glitter changed colour and he grinned happily. Perfect. He returned to Alec’s eyelids, brushing the sparkly makeup over his skin gently, careful not to wake his boyfriend. He needed his sleep. And Magnus needed some fun, a distraction.

He clicked his fingers, the whole makeup counter of the local cosmetics store appearing next to him. Magnus smiled and got to work.

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Alec wondered why his face, in particular his eyes, felt so heavy. Magnus assured him that it was most likely just sleep deprivation, and once he’d been to the Institute to see Jace and the others and talk over last night’s business he could come back and sleep for the rest of the day. Alec smiled at the thought of being snuggled up in bed with Magnus, dozing between warm dreams and sleepy kisses. Those were the best days, when they could just relax and enjoy being with each other.

He’d walked down the streets unseen as always, so it wasn’t until he reached the Institute and ran into Clary that he knew there was anything remotely wrong.

She span round as she heard his footsteps. “Alec, hey, I –” she broke off, her mouth open with surprise.

Alec smiled at her, a little nervously. “Everything okay?”

She shook her head and collected herself. “Yeah, it’s all great – Alec, you’re amazing.”

He stared at her like she’d lost her mind. They were friends now, but that didn’t mean she had to say stuff like that, and she didn’t normally. But maybe this was a new Clary?

“Um,” he coughed, unsure how to respond. “Thank you. You too.”

She grinned and laughed suddenly. “No way I’d pull that off. Magnus is a genius.”

“Magnus?” Alec was so confused – and why did she keep searching his face like that? Did he have something on his face? Food, or something? Had he tried to eat something at Magnus’s and passed out into his food? Magnus wouldn’t let him go out with something like that on his face, would he?

“No way! You did this yourself?” she shook her head in awe. “Like I said, you’re amazing. Good think you’ve already got a boyfriend, right?” She patted his arm and walked away, taking one glance back. By the Angel, if there was any chance of getting Jace to wear some of that… but then he’d be too overwhelmingly hot and the world would explode. She grinned and shook her head, disappearing round the corridor.

Alec watched her leave, confusion blossoming into panic. What had she been on about? What had he done to himself? Or… he groaned. What had Magnus done to him. He ran to his room, closing the door firmly behind him, not wanting to get interrupted. The last thing he needed was Jace appearing when he had no idea what was going on himself.

He pushed open the door to his small bathroom, caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and gasped.

His face was covered with makeup. Not as over the top as Magnus’s, but enough that it was obvious he was wearing it. His eyes shimmered with blue and silver glitter, his lips were painted with a soft pink lipstick, that actually contrasted surprisingly nicely with his pale skin. He shook his head, unsure what to think about the reflection in the mirror. He looked… good. He didn’t look stupid, like a little kid who’d been messing round with makeup and had got it everywhere and made a mess. Magnus knew what he was doing, he knew, but he’d never have expected him to be able to tone it down so much that it worked.

He frowned at himself, trying to convince himself that he looked awful, that he needed to ring Magnus up straight away and demand what had happened to him. He laughed quietly, and grabbed his phone, taking a quick selfie. He hated them normally, but he needed evidence of this, so that next time Magnus wanted to make him up, he’d remember how he’d actually looked okay. With one final appreciative look, he took a cloth and began wiping away the glitter and lipstick. Maybe next time he’d ask Magnus for eyeliner too.

He had to remember to thank his boyfriend later.

mistletoewalsh:

Oliver was one of those people that loved video tapping everything. Deep down, he just didn’t want to forget a minute of his lifetime, especially with Connor. So when they were official he started video tapping them whenever he saw fit.

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The first video consisted of their first trip together. They took a weekend off to spend in the country. Fresh air, open spaces, clean rivers and what could be more relaxing than nature itself? So, Oliver took the camera and just recorded them being a couple. But the best parts weren’t on video, though. The skinny dipping in the lake, stargazing, ushed confessions and falling asleep, right there, underneath the starry sky, surrounded by daisies – those were the best parts.

There was a video of when they got their first apartment together. It was big enough for four of them and they fell in love with it the moment they saw it. It was beautiful. Wooden floors, full of space but generally cozy. When they moved in, they fucked on the hard floor. Connor called it: “New house ritual”. He just wanted to have sex on the new house, really. And then on the new bedroom, new bathroom, new kitchen (you get my point).

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pi-on-a-skateboard:

It’s funny how quickly one’s life can change. Every decision has its consequence, no matter how big or small. From catching the bus to buying a house, who can really say how much fate will come to play?

They say something as tiny as a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a hurricane over the other side of the world. He isn’t sure if he believes in this theory, but he can’t quite get the idea out of his head right now.

If his car hadn’t been in the shop, he wouldn’t have walked to work. If he hadn’t had walked to work, he wouldn’t have stopped for coffee. And if he hadn’t had stopped for coffee, he wouldn’t be trapped in the building with 30 other people, his life in the hands of one man with a gun and the armed forces negotiating just outside.

Funny how everything all plays itself out.

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Goddammit, he needs some coffee.

He strolls down the street, hands shoved in his pockets and breath puffing in the air in front of him. It’s early in the morning and bitterly cold, yet there’s a thrumming around him – a sort of life, a community that he misses out on whenever he drives in. There are people all around and the scent of toasting pretzels and roasting beans catches his attention as a small group leave the coffee shop in front of him.

The smell lures him in.

It’s remarkably toasty inside and he immediately sheds his jacket and scarf (not taking note of the cute guy eyeballing him as he does so).

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