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Taiwan Coffee Market: Forthcoming Trends and Share Analysis by 2030

Taiwan’s Coffee Market is Expected to Grow at a Significant Growth Rate, and the Forecast Period is 2023-2030, Considering the Base Year as 2022.

Taiwan is a large consumer market with a rapidly growing coffee sector. The growth is driven by several factors, such as the growing popularity of coffee among young people, the increase in the number of coffee shops in Taiwan and the growing demand for specialty coffee.

The coffee market in Taiwan is divided into two. main categories roasted coffee and green coffee. Roasted coffee is the most popular type of coffee in Taiwan, accounting for about 60% of the market. Green coffee is a less popular type of coffee, but it is growing in popularity as more and more people are interested in roasting coffee beans.

The biggest players in Taiwan's coffee market are international coffee chains such as Starbucks, Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf and Gloria Jean's Coffees, as well as local coffee chains such as Five Senses Coffee and Cà Phê Ông Băur.

The future of Taiwan's coffee market is bright. bright The market is expected to continue to grow in the coming years due to the increasing popularity of coffee among young people and the increase in the number of coffee shops in Taiwan. The market is also expected to benefit from increased demand for specialty coffee.

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Scope For 2024

Brief Introduction to the research report.

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Moreover, the report includes significant chapters such as Patent Analysis, Regulatory Framework, Technology Roadmap, BCG Matrix, Heat Map Analysis, Price Trend Analysis, and Investment Analysis which help to understand the market direction and movement in the current and upcoming years.

Leading players involved in the Taiwan Coffee Market include:

Starbucks (United States), Costa Coffee (United Kingdom), McDonald's McCafe (United States), 7-Eleven (United States), Dante Coffee (Taiwan), Taiwan Coffee (Taiwan), The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf (United States), Tully's Coffee (United States), Pacific Coffee (Hong Kong, China), Doutor Coffee (Japan), Cama Coffee (China), Louisa Coffee (China), Hollys Coffee (South Korea), Mister Donut (Japan), Ediya Coffee (South Korea), Paul Bassett (Australia), Barista Coffee (India), Wisteria Tea & Coffee (Taiwan)Akuma Coffee (Taiwan), Cama Cafe (Taiwan) and Other Major Players

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Segmentation of Taiwan Coffee Market:

By Forms

Whole Coffee Beans

Ground Coffee

Instant Coffee

Coffee Pods & Capsules

Espresso

Others

By Source

Arabica

Robusta

By Speciality Coffee

Single-Origin Coffee

Micro-Lot Coffee

Organic Coffee

Direct Trade Coffee

Cold Brew & Nitro Cold Brew Coffee Others

By Process

Caffeinated

Decaffeinated

By Flavors

Vanilla

Caramel

Hazelnut

Mocha

Cinnamon

Others

By Distribution Channel

On-trade

Off-trade

By End-Users

Individual Coffee Drinkers

Coffee Shop Patrons

Office & Workplace Consumers

Catering & Hospitality Industry

Bakeries & Dessert Shops

Others

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North America (US, Canada, Mexico)

Eastern Europe (Bulgaria, The Czech Republic, Hungary, Poland, Romania, Rest of Eastern Europe)

Western Europe (Germany, UK, France, Netherlands, Italy, Russia, Spain, Rest of Western Europe)

Asia Pacific (China, India, Japan, South Korea, Malaysia, Thailand, Vietnam, The Philippines, Australia, New Zealand, Rest of APAC)

Middle East & Africa (Turkey, Bahrain, Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, UAE, Israel, South Africa)

South America (Brazil, Argentina, Rest of SA)

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Market Study: It includes key market segments, key manufacturers covered, product range offered in the years considered, Global Taiwan Coffee Market, and research objectives. It also covers segmentation study provided in the report based on product type and application.

Market Executive Summary: This section highlights key studies, market growth rates, competitive landscape, market drivers, trends, and issues in addition to macro indicators.

Market Production by Region: The report provides data related to imports and exports, revenue, production and key players of all the studied regional markets are covered in this section.

Taiwan Coffee Market Profiles of Top Key Competitors: Analysis of each profiled Roll Hardness Tester market player is detailed in this section. This segment also provides SWOT analysis of individual players, products, production, value, capacity, and other important factors.

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thecontumacious · 2 years ago

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hii i was the one who asked for the house husband domestic au and smsmsms you wrote it so well :’))) i was wondering if this time how luxiem would be as baristas and you’re the regular who comes in every week for either studying or like just to chill~

"I think there's something b r e w i n g between us."

a/n: IM SORRY PLS FORGIVE ME FOR THAT AHSJKDSAJHSKD i'm also super sorry for being inactive friends! writer's block hit me hard this time but i think im okay now uwu

special thanks to 🌺anon from the server for helping with the proofreading!

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

content utc!

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

what was it? the third? no, fourth time you've come up the counter to order?

would it be possible to just order multiple things in one single time...?

vox sighs internally, smiling at your shy figure who seemed to have asked for a different drink and dessert than last time.

was he complaining? no, of course not. why would he?

he was just... interested in the way you processed your way around the cafe. he was glad you were ordering and supporting the cafe like this, but you weren't even sharing them with anyone!

and for the love of god, y/n, just order your coffees and pastries all at once!

but did he have the heart to tell you this when you looked absolutely adorable every time you came in the cafe?

again, no.

"will that be it, y/n?" he asks, not even bothering to jot down your name. vox is truly just hinting at the fact that maybe you should order something else while you're there, but you end up shaking your head, placing some money on the counter

"yep, that's it!" nodding, you grin at him.

it was like you knew what you were doing to him. you probably did.

"i'll go take these to you, y/n. the cafe is quiet anyway," vox insists and much to your surprise. but you nod and go sit down.

he placed the order into the cafe's system before preparing you another drink and pulling out the croissant you asked for.

later, he does indeed carry the two orders to your table where it lies your laptop and a notebook with your handwriting on it.

other than that, vox notices the empty plates of the previous pastries you ordered.

"i'll take these plates, yeah?" he says. you smile, gesturing at the dishes for him to take in exchange for your new drink.

as he helped to clean up your space, his yellow eyes can't help but wonder over to what you were writing in your notebook. it was so hastily written upon and the mentions of ingredients kept popping up too.

wait... vox frowns, his gaze lingering just a bit at your notes.

then your hand covers it, stopping him from reading anymore.

he looks up at you and finds your cheeks red, eyes looking away as the notebook is hidden under the table, on top of your lap.

seeing your shy figure, vox couldn’t help but chuckle and walk away with the empty plates back to the bar.

what was in your notes?

oh, you know. just you trying to figure out the ingredients used in his pastries.

as soon as vox placed the plates into the sink, he grabs his sharpie markers and gets a few tissues. when he finished, he returns to your table and places the tissues down next to your drink.

he winks, "forgot something. here you go, love."

come back to the cafe after closing hours. i'll teach you.

later that night as all his coworkers bid him farewell for the day, you make yourself known by the cafe doors and vox immediately invites you inside, holding the door open for you.

and he couldn't help but tease you, "ready for our class, y/n?"

you look away, skittering inside anyway to leave vox to laugh by himself.

"come on, into the kitchen," vox gestures to said room, one you've never seen before actually. you follow him inside and like it was a real organized class, he has all the items for a baking lesson ready by the counters.

you frown, "are you sure you're okay with this? you're using your resources..."

vox smiles, tapping the counter, "oh, it's alright. with you frequenting my cafe for my treats and drinks, i don't think using up my resources outside my business should be a problem, hm?"

again, your ears and cheeks flare red at his response. but then you suddenly feel your wrist being tugged forward and you are now just a few steps away from vox

"which dessert do you want to learn about first?" he grins, folding up his sleeves.

thus began your first night in the vox's kitchen in the cafe, pretty much spoiled of his secret recipe to his delectable foods. you pay attention to his techniques and follow his every order exactly

sure, you messed up here and there by over measuring or not whipping the egg whites enough

but there weren't any shortages of vox applauding you for how well you were doing

when the first treat, a cheesecake, came out, you were pleasantly surprised by the results and you went to grab another spoonful to enjoy your creation

vox, on the other hand, revels not in the sweet dessert but rather how sweet your smile was as you enjoyed your cake

he liked how your eyes just twinkle with delight when the right flavors fall unto your tongue, or the way your brows would scrunch while weighing out the ingredients

he selfishly wished to see more.

so by the end of the night, after three successful treats ready to be taken home for breakfast tomorrow, vox asks you, "would you be interested in doing this again some other time?"

you smile up at him, nodding, "sure! when?"

"how about my place tomorrow? i have ingredients at home too."

"that's fine," you then pull out your phone, handing it to him. "can you type in your number and send your address?"

"i'll let you have my number but i will be picking you up, love," vox winks, quickly filling up a new contact and giving it back to you. "i'll see you after work. i'll also be expecting an address from you."

and with that, you go home, hands full with your handcrafted treats

and vox, watching you leave with the biggest smile on his face as he awaits what you two will make tomorrow together. it won't matter if it won't turn out well

he just wished to be in your lovely presence and to see your smile, sweeter than any dessert he's ever made

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

"excuse me."

at the call, mysta's heart drops once more.

he sighs, putting down the blender down into the sink to help out the customer, but he feels a hand rest on his shoulder so he cranes his head around to see it was you.

you smile at him, walking towards the pick up station where the customer stood waiting

"good day, how may i help you?" you warmly greet them

but despite your polite attitude, the customer does not seem happy about their day and mysta knows for a fact that it's because of his own fault

they put their opened cup down, pushing it a bit harshly towards your side that it almost spills everywhere.

"i clearly asked for less sugar and i didn't ask for caramel in this!" they begin to protest, the anger bubbling from their blood as they sputter even more mistakes about their drink.

mysta pretends to not hear it, as it was clearly meant for him but with you being the kinder person and his manager, somehow you wanted to cover for him especially as it wasn't the first time this happened

"i'm very sorry for messing up your order. i'll get you a replacement drink, free of charge of course. could you tell me what your order was?" you still smile, taking the cup off the counter

the customer huffs, mumbling their order, "and you better get it right this time."

with a nod, the customer sits back down and you hurriedly throw the ruined drink away and make the actual correct drink yourself. mysta could only shoulder the guilt and shame as his other coworkers stared him down, probably a few customers who saw it happening too

he felt absolutely terrible. he didn't mean to bring down your business like this. yet somehow, you haven't fired him for it.

mysta sighs and mumbles to himself, "i should find a different job..."

when closing shift finally came around, just you and mysta inside the cafe, he took a deep breath and went to approach you.

"u-um, y/n?" he stuttered, holding his hands together

you stop sweeping the floor to look up at him, offering him a gentle smile. "yes, mysta? ready to go home? i can do the rest myself."

he shakes his head, "n-no. it's not about that."

you raise an eyebrow. "then?"

"it's about my employment here," he began. "i-i want to leave."

the cafe is quiet. nothing but his loudly beating heart thrumming against his eardrums.

you hum, tilting your head. "and your reason why?"

were you mocking him? surely you've noticed him messing up the customers' orders a lot. you were his manager, and the type to clock in the cafe as often as you could

even if you hadn't noticed, he was sure as hell that his co workers have reported his poor performance to you at some point, right?

mysta sighs, rubbing the back of his head, "oh, come on, y/n. you've seen me tons of times. you've definitely seen me mess up orders."

with a laugh, you put the broom back into the closet, nonchalantly replying, "oh, that."

wonder laces mysta's mind as he steps closer to you, "so, i can leave right?"

"nope," you smile, walking past him and into the back of the bar. "not until i give you another training."

"huh?" he blinks mindlessly.

you reach over the counter to grab a couple plastic cups and a few paper ones. you then arrange across the bar, looking back at him. "when it comes to people who aren't doing well in the work field, it's not always about firing them immediately. re-training is an option."

mysta still doesn't know what to say, as you gesture at the cups before him with a smile. "go on then. we'll start with an iced double shot americano and a hot caramel latte with an almond milk alternative. both medium sizes, mysta."

with you pressing him under time, he stumbles his way over to the bar and begins with the coffee grinder. he takes the right amount and he remembers to press it properly before taking it to the espresso machine

you watch mysta struggle with the a machine a little as if he should be afraid of the metal thing. but he eventually gets it.

so far so good... you think.

but then you see him take out the almond milk for the latte and pumping in hazelnut syrup instead of the caramel, putting it into the cold milk and not the actual espresso shot...

you note down all the things mysta does incorrectly and also keeping track of how long he makes both drinks.

he latches on the lid and turns to you with a goofy smile. "well? how did i do?"

you step forward and take a sip of the americano, clicking your tongue at the taste. "hmm, you did well on this one. be careful of the ice. don't forget it to throw it into the sink if you drop it."

mysta nods.

next, the supposed caramel latte.

you take a careful sip and hum. you spare mysta a side glance. "what do you think you could improve on this, mysta?"

he's taken aback by your response a bit, then hesitates. "uh..."

it takes him a while. then his shoulders droop down. "oh wait, i was supposed to mix the syrup in with the espresso shot right?"

"why is that?"

"because the shot was hot and it mixes more evenly."

you nod, smiling. "good! anything else?"

"is there more?" he whines slightly.

giggling you shrug, "i don't know. is there?"

mysta sighs. "um, did i use the wrong milk?"

he looks at the carton but sees that it is almond. "wait, no. i didn't. what is it?"

"taste it yourself," you hand him the warm cup.

he bites his lip for a good second before sipping the beverage. he takes a minute as his face frowns with concern. "wait... this doesn't taste like caramel, does it? is this... oh shit, hazelnut???"

seeing him look at the drink in his hand and mentally beating himself of his mistake made you laugh.

so mysta turned, red on the cheeks and ears.

"i'm glad you were able to figure it out on your own, mysta. see? you could do it after all," you place a gentle hand on his shoulder and for that single moment, he had never been more glad than to have you as his direct superior.

that night, you taught him how to make drinks and with every espresso shot made and ice cubes thrown around, he was able to make even the most complex drink on the menu.

all because you decided to be so patient and willing to help him out.

the next morning, mysta is up for opening shift.

as thanks for your help, he makes his first drink of the day.

then you come in as usual to help out with the cafe and you're met with mysta's beverage just by the pick up counter.

with the cafe still closed, you figured this was probably mysta's but the note on top...

"thank you, for everything. this is for you. i'll be back from the store in a bit."

it's your favorite drink. you take a sip and it's made just how you like it.

he really did improve.

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

you were... luca's very special customer.

he really tried to tell you but he couldn't, seeing as you were extremely comfortable with how things are.

so, here's how it began between you two.

luca was on closing shift that night and just as he was about to grab the broom to start sweeping the floors, it started to pour heavily outside.

he sighs, shrugging it off as he'll just have to make sure to drink vitamins later when he gets home so he wouldn't get sick the next day.

but then his purple eyes catch sight of something zooming through the windows.

luca immediately raises his head and he sees you, the poor thing who didn't bring an umbrella and now desperately sheltering under the awnings of the cafe

you look from side to side, occasionally up at the dark and gloomy sky.

to luca, you looked panicked. and his heart decided to move on his own as he went to put the broom away to open the door.

"excuse me?" he called out to you

you immediately turn to him, surprised. "oh, hi. can i help you?"

"more like could i help you," luca chuckles, holding the door open as you rub the back of your head, embarrassed. "come inside. you'll freeze out here."

"but you're closed though, aren't you? i don't want to intrude," you shake your head.

"oh, uh," luca blinked, looking inside the cafe then back at you. his mouth seemed to have shaped the words on its own before his brain could even process so he says, "we're not actually closed yet! there's still about an hour ish...?"

you tilt your head to the side, "really?"

it's only when you question him that he starts to question himself. but he's said it and there was no way he was going to embarrass himself in front of you.

so luca nods, gesturing for you to come inside. "yep. come inside. order anything you like."

smiling, you bow your head in thanks and went inside to wait by the ordering counter to wait for him.

that night, you really did become his very special customer.

and you somehow never notice why it is you're always alone during the nighttimes. actually, luca keeps wondering why you even came at such a late hour and never any other time in the day.

his co workers would often question why the heck he would let a customer in way past opening hours, but luca would just offer to take closing shift every time you came by

but it got to the point where his boss came himself to tell luca that he wouldn't be able to tolerate this behavior any longer in the most gentle way possible

luca knew his boss was by no means angry about it, but he kindly asked him to tell you that it's not actually opening hours anymore...

somehow though, with every night you show up and order something from him, he could not bear to tell you.

when he's supposed to say 'no, y/n. it's actually closing time', he replaces it with a genuinely curious question of how your day was or if you had any exciting plans for the week

it's more than just about if you wanted less sugar or milk alternative for your drinks.

it's about what foods you favored, what hobbies you preferred doing in your free time and the type of friends you had around.

luca can't help but think that this supposed closed time of his is the only time in the day where he gets to have you all to himself.

after a long and busy day, he gets to have you as a break from all that.

just you, some coffee and him.

until one day his boss insists that he shouldn't be doing any of the closing shifts. not until he was sure luca had told you about the right opening times.

so just as luca was waiting for his coworkers to leave, him left behind as always to wait for you to come, his boss pushes him out of the cafe and sends him on his merry way.

"but--"

"luca, you know well enough how many times i've told you this can't go on anymore. i know you're responsible of the consequences by covering all the closing shifts but other customers will think we're still open at this hour," his boss sighs.

he had a point and luca was just being insubordinate.

"alright then... " with a heavy heave of his breath, he shrugs on his jacket and bids his superior goodbye.

but then he runs into you at the front of the cafe.

"oh, hey luca! wait, you're off today?" you ask him.

great, now he has to tell you.

"hiiii y/n," luca laughs nervously, scratching his head. he looks inside the cafe but he realizes that it's already dark inside, only the locker rooms in the back were seen with the lights on.

he really wished nothing else than to rush back in and make your order tonight but his boss gave him a last warning today.

"we-were you looking for a drink?" he questions

you hum, "yeah... here, at your cafe. but you're closed? isn't it early?"

"right about that!"

here goes nothing.

"i've been uh... lying to you."

you frown. "lying to me?"

"we're not actually open at this hour. and i've just been... letting you in past opening hours."

it's silent between you and luca for a few minutes, before you suddenly let out a laugh. he blinks, surprised.

"sorry! sorry! i just--" you giggle. "i've been coming here for so long, thinking that you're still open. and it's only now you tell me this? it's more funny than it is supposed to be surprising."

luca releases a breath he never knew he held all this time.

maybe it was because he heard your laugh amidst the stress of telling you.

"so uh... ," he laughs nervously.

you smile up at him, "i do know a cafe that opens this late though. care to join me? they don't make my drinks as good as you do though, luca."

red creeps up to his cheeks, but nonetheless, he agrees to your invitation.

"i'd like to join you, yeah."

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

it's exactly 8:37 am, about half an hour after the cafe's opening when ike's ears catch wind of the bell hanging by door ringing

he looks up by reflex and there you are, his regular customer who comes by around this exact time

you're hauling a backpack, your phone in your hand as you go to approach the rather quiet ordering counter where ike was standing by

you smile at him like usual and order your typical drink

"for y/n?" he asks, holding the cup in his hand and a marker in the other ready to jot down your name

you nod, giggling as you give him the appropriate amount of money

ike scribbles on your name and your specific order, then helps with the payment.

"just take the change as your tip today like usual," you smile, sliding over to the pick up area.

it's become a routine for you two now. you come in at around 8:30, order your usual (or sometimes a different drink from time to time with a treat) and then sit in that specific spot all day long

you'd be typing away on your laptop, or flipping through some books or pages you've brought with you. then you'd occasionally sip on your drink as you're laser focus on the laptop screen once more

much to ike's dismay, he has yet to figure out what you do on that laptop. what were you so busily typing about? were you writing for a research paper? were you a college student?

well that last deduction was far from accurate as you spend almost every day of the week in the cafe

then what could you possibly have as a career when all you do is sit in a cafe on your laptop?

even today, ike hasn't figured it out as he put the lid to your drink on

he walks over to the pick up station and hand you your cup, never forgetting to insert a smile of his own to you. "here you are. order for y/n."

"that's me," you giggle, taking the drink while ever so slightly brushing against his fingers. goosebumps rise onto ike's forearms and he can't help but pull away quickly as you retreat to your little work nook

and then the part where ike doesn't interact with you the entire day begins.

he would check on you every once in a while, seeing if you've taken a break from your work, whether that be to take some time to look at social media or finishing your drink

of course, if you weren't, ike would be on the shyer side to tell you to take a break

after all, even if you and ike had met multiple times in the same circumstances, you two were still technically strangers.

he wished to know what you were working on, what you did for a living, what other drinks were to your fancy so he could make them for you. he wants to be able to talk to you other than what drinks were on promotion that month or if you wanted to make your drink iced or hot

ike selfishly wished you two weren't just barista and customer

suddenly, in the middle of the day, ike looks up to once again check on you when you seem to be missing

your laptop and belongings were there though

"probably went to the bathroom?" ike mumbles to himself, then noticing how the table next to where you sat had recently been left unclean

he ducks under the counter to grab a cloth and plastic box before leaving the cashier to take care of the empty seats

as he placed the mugs carefully into the plastic box, he couldn't help himself to steal a glance at your still glowing laptop

for the first time, he sees what you're working on

ike wipes the table clean quickly and then subtly leans over to your table to see what it is you're so serious about this past month

"oh," he whispers, unknowingly finding himself leaning even lower to read through your work

but before he could brave himself to scroll down, he hears the bathroom door latch open and he quickly goes back to cleaning the table

when ike takes his box back with him to the bar, you're already settling yourself down back in your seat and madly typing away at your laptop

he doesn't know what has gotten into him, but the very next day, when you left to go to the bathroom and any tables remotely close to yours needed cleaning, ike is taking that chance

all so that when he comes back, he gets to steal a bit more of progress of your work

he has to admit it, but you do good work. that even him, your mere barista and generally a stranger, was captivated by it

it becomes one of the very reasons why he goes to work now. he becomes more motivated only so he could see you, make your drink by memory and if lucky, get rewarded by a snippet of your work

until one day, your visits become rare. then slowly turns to none at all.

ike thought at first he was just overthinking as he goes about his day to work

but he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss seeing you come through the door early in the morning

it was silly, he thought. so when he finally accepted the fact you probably found a different cafe, he swallowed his insensible longing for your visit

"hi, can i order my usual?"

ike looks up, and there you were, smiling at him.

"o-oh! of course," surprised, ike quickly grabs a cup and a marker. he nervously beams, "order for y/n?"

"yes," you nod. as he busies himself with logging your order, you suddenly pull something out of your bag. definitely not your wallet.

ike turns slightly and realize you're looking at him and sliding over a hardcover book onto the counter.

he raises an eyebrow and looks down at the book, then noticing it has your name on it, printed in bold letters along with a title.

"i noticed how you're a big fan of my work, ike," you giggle, pushing it over to him. "so here, a signed copy. money's inside."

and just like that, you leave the ordering counter.

ike's face flushes red.

but he's happy.

he takes the book and opens it up to get the money for the drink, but he also notices something else than the money.

on the front page is indeed your signature and below it, your number.

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

not much was said between you and shu, other than the words of your chosen drinks or sometimes a treat or two for longer days. but that didn't stop you two from bonding a mutual relationship of the comfortable barista-customer trope.

you come in, he knows your usual order and the correct spelling of your name, and you generously tip and smile at him.

it was an unspoken friendship you had.

one that sat both well and not with shu.

sure, he liked what he had. it was unlike any other he's had before. but he can't handle just 'good morning, shu, i'll have this and this, thank you!'

shu asked the world why the conversations with you were solely only about coffee and cakes. why couldn't it be about yourself? about him? about the annoying things you wished could disappear from the face of the earth?

he wouldn't mind that.

but as you walk through that door with that same smile and your usual order once more, shu will have to accept what he has for now. one day maybe he'll brave himself to ask you how your day went in detail.

after passing your drink to you, you're off to sit down and shu returns to his post at the cashier. but the moment he's face to face with his next customer, the sorcerer couldn't help but feel very unsettled.

in the eyes of everyone else, this guy probably looked very normal and well, your average male stranger looking for a drink in the cafe.

but being well practiced in sorcery which also meant trusting your guts and instincts, shu made sure to keep his eyes open for this guy as he went to order something off the order. a hot americano he said.

shu goes about his business as usual, despite his stomach just flexing about every time the guy moved.

and it certainly did not help that he kept glancing in your direction.

did he know you? did you know him?

shu was sure as hell that you've never brought him here with you, so probably someone you either didn't know or at least did not feel like interacting with

"hot americano?" the sorcerer announces and the man who ordered it comes up front to pick it up, muttering a quick thanks and almost as if hurriedly, goes to your table.

the hairs on shu's arms stands on edge and he clenches his first in worry for you.

calm down, shu. you're probably just overthinking. maybe's he just an old friend of theirs they haven't seen in a while. maybe your gut is wrong this time.

but that's the thing.

his gut is almost never wrong.

you look up from your phone when you notice someone approaching you. upon seeing who it is, your face drains of its color and shu knew exactly then that he was right.

the man stood in front of your table, raising his hand to wave at you it seems.

you simply nod, but your eyes don't meet his.

another sign you didn't like interacting with this man.

but he ignores your body language and had the audacity to sit next to you, not minding personal space.

you and shu weren't even friends, but he absolutely hated how he was making you visibly uncomfortable.

he seems to have said something to make your face scrunch with the discomfort, disgust even as you scoot away from him.

it's when he dared to place his grimy hands on your lap did shu take off his apron hastily and exited the counter like a mad bull.

"hey, babe! sorry, work took a while. my shift's over though now," shu announces, standing by your side and leaning over a bit.

you, on the other hand, look up at him with surprised eyes but you smile up at him to play along, scooting even closer to shu to avoid the man.

"h-hey! i was wondering what took you so long," you respond.

"yeah, sorry about that," shu courageously puts a hand on your shoulder then turns to the person next to you. he raises an eyebrow, "oh, who's this?"

"he's my--"

"oh, you're the new boy toy?" he smirks, looking at you this time. "really, y/n? someone like him?"

"excuse me?" shu spoke in a gentle manner, but with you so up close to him, you can feel him seethe with so much anger. like he could explode at any moment if ticked off the wrong way.

the creep leans back, grinning, "come on, look at him, y/n. what's with the weird hair, huh? and a barista? lame job. does nothing but make coffee and bread."

"the coffee i made you? the one you're drinking? must be because you can't make it by yourself," shu retorts. "lame."

you even let out a small snort.

the man's face is burning red with anger and frustration. he stands this time and goes to grab your arm, but shu snatches his hand before it could even touch you

"don't you dare lay a hand on her," he growls. "there are cameras in here and if you so much even say something out of place, i have every right to remove you from this property."

the man laughs to mock him, spitting back, "really? what's a puny boy like you gonna do?"

shu eyes the still hot black coffee on the table and he smiles. he lets go of the man's hand, pushing him back a bit before saying, "i'm not going to do anything. i don't need to. a real man uses his brain instead of his brawn."

just as the man was about to pounce on shu again, the sorcerer had already subtly moved the hot drink closer to him with the help of his sorcery skills.

so by the time he was about to grab shu by the collar, the americano is knocked over and pours all over the man's pants.

he lets out a pained screech, stumbling back onto the floor to try to recover from the hot drink.

all the patrons in the cafe looks at the commotion, eyeing the man oddly. at the public embarrassment, he stands and hurries out the cafe to escape it all.

shu heaves a sigh and turns to you, "you alright?"

you only stare at the fallen cup, blinking. "i... i saw that."

"i know," he chuckles, grabbing a tissue and patting down the table. "but you're safe, that's more important. tell me if that guy ever comes back and maybe i'll do something worse than hot coffee."

another laugh leaves your lips and you look up at him with the most beautiful smile he's ever seen. "yeah, i'll be counting on you, shu."

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luvxiem · 2 years ago

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cute dates with...

.｡.:*☆ VOX AKUMA !

holding his hand while walking through the streets of london at night. the two of you are sitting on a park bench and people watching with your head on his shoulder. he’s rubbing the back of your knuckles with his thumb absentmindedly as he comes up with wild tales of the strangers across the park.

“he just divorced his second wife but lost custody of the kids. she asked out the cute barista from the starbucks. he’s secretly an avid reader of werewolf erotica.”

you closed your eyes at some point, not quite asleep just yet but blocking out the world so it’s just you and him. you can’t see it but he’s staring at you so fondly. there’s nothing but adoration in both his eyes and his heart when he leans down to kiss the top of your head.

“i love you.” you open one eye wearily, a small smile on your face as you look up at him.

“what’s with the sudden declaration?”

“no reason,” he whispers. “i just love you and i needed you to know.”

.｡.:*☆ LUCA KANESHIRO !

screaming at the top of your lungs at a theme park. he convinced you to ride the tallest rollercoaster there, and while you’re an adrenaline junkie yourself, even you felt some hesitation staring at that monster. promising cotton candy afterwards, he leads you to the line and cheers when the two of you get assigned the front cart. as you’re strapping in, he glances at you and laughs wholeheartedly when you meet his eyes and glare.

“i hate you.”

“it’ll be fun! i promise, don’t be such a weenie babe!” you huff at his words, but he was right. you end up getting back in line two more times after that, with luca yelling “pog!” each time. he still buys you cotton candy later and steals a massive bite, much to your chagrin.

“i’m gonna kill you!” you yell, holding your half eaten cotton candy in despair. he runs off giggling at your words which leads to a chase halfway through the park. eventually he’s out of sight and you’re looking around for him with mild worry.

“luca?” you call, gnawing on your lip when you can’t spot your massive boyfriend in the crowd.

“surprise!” he comes up behind you and lifts you up, spinning you around while laughing wildly. you sigh as you turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his jaw.

“stupid, stupid man. don’t scare me like that, i thought i lost you for a second.” he holds you tighter in response, ignoring the flow of people walking around you.

“sorry babe, i didn’t mean to worry you like that. wanna go ride the ferris wheel?” rolling your eyes at his obvious attempt to win your favor, you grin and let him drag you over. you can never stay mad at his cute puppy face anyways.

.｡.:*☆ IKE EVELAND !

cafe hopping and taking pictures with your new polaroid camera. he doesn’t really like to have his picture taken, much preferring to be the one behind the lens instead, but at your insistence (“but i want to admire your pretty face all the time!”

“i didn’t sign up for this, hon.”

“you literally did when you agreed to be my boyfriend, dum dum.”) he relents.

his hair practically glows in the soft afternoon sun, and the way his jaw looks when you instruct him to look toward the side is absolutely criminal. he can tell you’re staring, but chooses to not acknowledge it, letting his lips twitch upward into a knowing smile instead.

“how long does it take to snap a picture?” he quips jokingly, side-eyeing you from his seat. you flush, grumbling about him being a smartass as the flash goes off. your face still feels hot when he leans over to peck you on the cheek in an attempt to make you feel better (no it isn’t). flustering you is his favorite pastime, and watching you sip your coffee while avoiding his eyes sets butterflies off in his stomach.

“let me get one of you, too,” he says, picking up the camera and pointing it toward you.

“i need something to look at when i get tired of staring at my monitor all day. you’re good motivation.”

WRITTEN ! 080922

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creatureofmystry · 4 years ago

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MLB x DC Universe Headcannons

I just love the idea of MLB and DC (expecially Batfam cuz Mari is such a Wayne) being in the same universe and crossing over. So one night, I just had an idea overload of different ways the Marinette would know the batfam/be a part of the DC universe. And if any of my shitty ideas somehow inspire or prompt you, then please be my guest. �� _

1) “Ladybugs of Past and Present”

Hippolyta, Wonder Woman’s mother, was once a previous holder of the ladybug miraculous. When Fu activated the miraculous and put them in circulation, Hippolyta could feel its magic waking back up. Knowing there must a reason for it to be out, she sent a message to her daughter. Diana searched, finding Marinette and Adrien as the present holders of the ladybug and cat miraculous. She vouched and brought them into the Young Justice program while they also made their own team, Project: Zodiac (or something like that).

[Sometime when Diana takes Marinette to meet Hippolyta]

“Great Hera, Tikki, you have not aged a day” -Hippolyta, cause she does know how to make joke.

“And I would say the same to you” -Tikki

“Mother, you can make a laugh?” -Wonder Woman, honestly a bit confused cause her mom have never not been serious before.

And Marinette is just speechless cause she’s starstruck meeting Wonder Woman’s mom AND a previous Ladybug holder.

2) “Rockstar Niece”

Jagged Stone is Marinette’s Sweet Uncle J. During the summers, Jagged Stone would take Mari with him on tour. HIs summer tours are throughout America, so Mari gets to sightsee the country. Jagged’s first tour that he gets to take Mari on (5-ish), he’s also booked for the annual (for whatever reason) Wayne Summer Gala. When Marinette meets the Waynes, they are so enamoured (Dick and Tim couldn’t help it) that they tell Jagged he’s always invited as a guest, Mari of course being added to the permanent guest list too. About 6 years later, Mari is practically adopted, spending the first half of her summers with Jagged, going to the Wayne Gala, then spending the rest of her summer with the Waynes. Overtime, she figured out the secrets of the family and was there to welcome Jason back from the dead (when that happens). Anyways, now 11(-ish?) Mari meets Damian and the two become good friends… after an… impressionable first meeting.

“Tch, let me guess, you’re another one of father’s adopted strays” -Dami

“YOU MUST BE DAMIAN!!! DICK TOLD ME ABOUT YOU!!” -Marinette, who just ignores what he said for a hug.

“hiiiiiiiiissssssss” -Dami, touchy with touch

“...” sprays water in his face since he decided to act like a cat.

“I say, Master Bruce, the children are getting along quite well” -Alfred

3) “Pen Pals”

Jon Kent and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are part of an international pen-pal program, starting when they were very young (maybe like 4 or 5-ish, super super young) where they told each other everything (Jon can’t just say that his older bro is a clone made from Superman and Lex Luthor’s DNA, or that his dad is Superman, or that his best friend is Robin, but yea. Lois and Clark probably proofread his stuff until he’s like 9) with pictures and everything. When they’re old enough to get phones & stuff, they call, text and vid-chat along with their letters (love without blood). When Mari is maybe 9-11 (somewhere around there) she starts flying over during the summers to hangout with Jon (and his friends and big brother). While there, she meets Kon, Bat fam, and Clark (some who she already knew, some who she didn’t) & lightly hints that she knows who all they are once she figures it out (it didn’t take her long to do so).

Now whenever she visits and is at Wayne Manor (Jon likes to have sleepovers practically every weekend) while they’re on patrol, Mari subtly messes with their minds (super subtle, they’re the world’s best detectives after all) until they finally look through the cams and see Mari giving them one of those smiles (those shit-grinning cause it’s just so hilarious how it’s gone on for so long) & and a playful wink.

[5 seconds later]

“Mari!” “Pixie-pop!” “Angel!” “Teacup!”

“Seriously, am I the only one with a normal nickname for her?” -Tim

“Ms. Marinette would like to inform you that ‘it took you long enough’” -Alfred (who so knows that the girl has been playing them since the third night she stayed at the Wayne’s)

“Where are my adoption papers?” -Bruce (who is seriously adopting any talented black-haired child)

4) “Mari and Mar’i”

When Mar’i is young, Dick and Kori take her with them to see Paris (btw, this would be during the winter). They’re strolling along through a park and lose track of Mar’i who finds Marinette (9-10 ish). Marinette comforts and distracts Mar’i while noticing the young(er) girl is Tameranian (her hair is very warm and she’s wearing significantly less layers than should be worn for a human of that age during the winter, plus that sun-kissed skin tone. She’s seen Kori in her fashion magazines (and, from time to time, on the news as an ambassador) so she easily make the connections). Dick and Kori finally spot Mar’i with Mari who introduces herself to them. Mar’i asks if she can see her “Auntinette” again and Marinette just goes “if your parents are okay with it.” Dick and Kori are totally cool with it (not many are willing to watch her and have the time to do it) so they ask Marinette if she can babysit Mar’i whenever (with good pay of course) if she’s up to it (cause she’s still pretty young). Marinette can’t say no to Mar’i’s babydoll eyes (and she’s so much easier compared to Manon, who’s only 2 rn), so of course, she says yes.

Now Marinette is Mar’is official babysitter and sees Mar’i often whenever her parents drop her off (using zeta tubes to quickly get to Paris and back). Marinette gets treated like an honorary Wayne (cause she’s the most responsible) and gets invited to their family stuff (w/ travel pay taken care of, of course). It doesn’t take her long to realize the fact that she babysits Bruce Wayne’s & BATMAN’S granddaughter, but of course, being the responsible one she is, keeps the secret�� while also playing with them via Mar’i.

[One Day]

After Marinette leaves for her plane…

“Uncle Dami!”

“Yes, Spawn?”

“Auntinette said to tell you after she left that Robin’s sut needs a major upgrade & that you look like a traffic light… whatever that’s supposed to mean.”

[Another Day]

“Uncle Jay!”

“What’s up kid?’

“Auntinette said that to let you know that Red Hood doesn’t make any sense ‘cause Red Hood wears a helmet. Not a hood.”

[The next time]

“Uncle Tim!”

Yawn. “yea?”

“Auntie told me to give you this” (pulls out super caffeinated coffee) “and that Red Robin’s cowl is a menace to all things fashion”

[Again…]

“Daddy!”

“Yes, Starshine?”

“Auntienette said she’s proud of Nightwing’s costume ‘cause it’s one of the only in the batfam that isn’t an astro-city to the fashion society.”

5) “Marinette, the one who’s always getting chosen”

Before Mari became (becomes(?)) LB, she comes across a different powerful piece of jewelry, from a different order of guardians where her will of mind is not only her shield from being akumatized, but it is also what drives her powers. That’s right, Mari walks past a flea market and activates a GL ring. The guardians pick up on this activity and send Hal (it is his sector) to check it out. Hal finds the ring with Mari but it still needs the light of a GL to charge and fully work.

[During the explanation]

“Look, kid-”

“Marinette.”

“Look, kid, I just need to know why you have that ring.”

“You think I know? I was just walking through the market and all of a sudden, this possessed ring, if that’s even what this is, started following me, then zipped in front of my face til i held my hand up so it can put itself on my finger.”

“Kid-”

“It’s MARINETTE. Get it wrong one more time and you’ll see why I don’t need a possessed piece of alien jewelry.” -Marinette, making sure you get her name right. “Besides, if I stole it, I would remember. I’m a klepto” -Marinette, probably holding his ring too at this point.

Hal obviously doesn’t want the wrath of the Dupain-Chengs (just the kid Marinette scares him enough), so he tells the guardians that JL will take care of most of Mari’s training (once they get her a lamp for her ring, of course) & has her take part in training at Mt. Justice with the Young Justice team and special training with the Bats. Mari does all this under the guise of an international student exchange program for Mari to stay with the Waynes (not yet knowing that it’s the bat fam) and attends G.A. Mari doesn’t do much, but it takes her 24-36 hours to know who EVERYONE is.

[the next week after settling in]

“Hey, Mars,” -Dick, in his Nightwing gear

“Hey, Di-is the GREATEST SHOW!” -Mari, changing the subject(… not really)

“How long did it take you?”

“Not as long as the Kryptonians…” -Mari, going off into a tangent (still trying to change the subject”

[When Marinette meets Tikki]

Back in Paris:

“Sooo… I’m getting powerful jewelry that gives me powers and a suit, needs to be recharged, and comes from some Order of the Guardians? What’s the difference between you and my ring?” -Marinette, who at this point is very confused as to why she keeps getting picked on for this kind of stuff.

“One’s alien, one’s magic” -Tikki, hoping Mari will end it there & lowkey hates that the GL Corp. got to her first.

“They’re both non-human made energy sources” -Mari, cause once you’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it all before.

“You can’t heal the Akuma without the miraculous, and there are more than just rings. Yours are earrings, there are hair clips, bracelets, necklaces and more” -Tikki, after having a minute to think

“Fine, only because you said they’re the only way to heal the, what was it again, akuma?”

6) “Their Unofficial Official Barista”

Part of Tim’s job as Co-CEO, is to make sure all the branches are running smoothly, sometimes that means he has to fly abroad to manually check in. Tim goes to Paris to check on the W.E. Paris branch. He goes to a nearby Patisserie (Tom and Sabine’s) to see a young Marinette (somewhere from 8-11) drawing in her sketchbook at the counter. She explains that her parents are at a catering event, but she’s there to man the little bakery. Tim asks for a super caffeinated coffee and Marinette makes it with ease, claiming it was on the house with how bad he looks (and how much sleep the man clearly needs). Tim begs for her knowledge and asks if she can teach his butler. Mari’s willing to show him the next time he comes, so he gets the whole fam to go (viz tubes so they don’t waste time) maybe a week later. Everyone gets their own drink (plus a free pastries) and Marinette teaches Alfred her coffee, but it’s just not the same so Tim, using the tubes, goes to get coffee from the girl whenever he can.

Mari is horrible at getting up on time (the life of an insomniac, never getting to sleep even if you want and then barely waking up on time) that she is up super early, makes Tim his coffee (plus a croissant) and tries to go back to sleep (making her inevitably late). Tim would walk up to the pick-up counter where his cup and to-go bag is while Marinette runs out of the house to get to school. Eventually, the rest of the Batfam (as well as the Laegue, TT, and YJ) frequent the place, slowly becoming (Dami too) Mari hides it, but she knew all the batfam the first day they came and she showed Alfred how to make the coffee. When the others start making more regular appearances, she learns the identities of YJ team, WW, GLs, and others. Obviously when LB and CN appear as heroes with HM as their villain, they immediately reach out to help. Because 1. Batfam clearly notices that it’s Mari and they sure as heck won’t let her deal with that by herself, and 2. The JL is worrying too much about their favorite barista (even though she’s not really one), especially with the Gigantitan scare. So, of course LB & CN (can’t make him bad everytime) get inducted into YJ.

[After Ladybug finishes defeating Gigantitan and detransforms]

“Bean! Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” -Tim, being an even more protective older brother than Dick, which shouldn’t be possible

“Yes, I promise. I’m fine” -Marinette, who just accepts the fact that she’s adopted an older brother (and his famliy)

“Tube over, we’ll have Alfred make sure” -Dick, already pulling out the medical supplies for Alfred.

“I-”

“You shouldn’t worry your brothers like that, Marinette. Now come over so Alfred can clear you,” -Bruce, who just happens to overhear the conversation

“I’m sorry, Miss Marinette, they are very adamant that you’re in pitch perfect health before going out again,” -Alfred, who’s not actually sorry

“Fine” -Marinette, accepting her fate of her adopted, protective family.

7) “Thicker Than the Blood We’ve Shed”

Why is Marinette so freakishly strong? Because she was trained to be. Before she could even talk, Mari was taught to be an assassin. She and Damian were frenemies, both competing for top spot as best in the League (of Assassins). They often spared together and became rivals who pushed each other (which sounds great in that context if you forget about the fact that they’re killing people and turning it into a competition). When Damian’s care is turned over to Batsy, Mari also comes along for the ride. She implements herself into Dami’s classes at G.A. & watches him from afar. (Damian, not being an idiot, of course knows all this and knows that it’s probably for Mari to give a report to Talia.) When he becomes Robin, Mari obviously knows, but waits to see if anything drastic would happen (his care was given to the Batfam, they had already expected this to happen.) She then heard word of the bounty Talia put on Damian’s head. Marinette knew there wouldn’t be much she could do to help, but she ave Dami a warning about the upcoming situation before fleeing the country.

From there she got to France, changed her name (it wasn’t originally Marinette, it was Shénqí, chinese for miraculous/magical (or something else if you want)), was adopted by Tom & Sabine, and left her time in the League in the past. When she received Tikki, she didn’t want to be a hero because she didn’t think she deserved it after her up-bringing. Eventually, she did become LB (being a trained assassin does help with lucky charms, considering she was taught how to kill with basically every and anything), and life was good for her. Then Rossi came.

[Gotham field trip]

While at Wayne Tower…

“How idiotic are they?” -Damian, who after reuniting with his long-lost sister-from-a-different-mister (yes, Marinette was able to convince him to say it once), can’t understand the stupidity she has to deal with.

“Are you Robin?” -Mari, who is too tired, so just goes straight into the analogy

“Yes.” -Obvious and simply is.

“Exactly” -Mari, who can’t even put a limit to the amount of thought the one brain cell the class shares doesn’t use. I mean please, the so-called “reporter�� believed that the first cosplayer she saw was the actual LB when they don’t even have the same hair! And let’s not forget the origins arc, where LB’s first citizen save was Chloe.

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thr-333 · 4 years ago

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Drastic Measures- Part 2

@daminette-december2019-2020

~Swordplay~

To summarise: I will have the love square one way or another!

Ao3

First >Next

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As far as homes go it’s pretty good” Adrien stretches out, Plagg curls up next to him.

“Don't get too comfortable we’re going to be on the move,” Marinette types furiously at her computer.

“I will try my hardest,” Adrien stares blankly at her, sat atop a pile of grubby blankets next to a broken window. Marinette loses connection to her computer and slams it shut with a huff.

“Get some sleep I’m going to find an internet cafe,” Marinette stuffs the cheap laptop into her bag, amazing how something she bought at a hole in the wall place for thirty bucks didn’t work well.

“Who needs sleep when you can have coffee,” Adrian stands up, ready to follow her.

“Sleep Chat,” She pushes him down by the shoulders, “I need my partner fully operational,”

“Yeah kid, take a break, we worked hard,” Plagg yawns, turning over.

“You also worked hard Bug,” Adrien lets himself be pushed back onto the blankets.

“I won't be able to sleep until I know how everything is in Paris,”

“Neither can I,” Adrien protests, already half asleep.

“Sure you can, night Chat,”

“Night M’lady,”

Marinette leaves the same way they came in, though the window. She has to slide down the gutter to get on the street, Tikki hiding away in her bag. She has to go pretty far in town to find a suitable cafe, too far from Adrien to be comfortable. Marinette pops in her earbuds before opening her computer to let her talk to Tikki freely.

She doesn't immediately search up missing person cases. Looking instead at Paris tourist destinations and guides. Switching to the dangers of traveling to Paris; the only mention of Akuma being on obscure question and answer sites. She looks at kidnapping potential and then moves onto missing person cases. Adrien's is the first to come up, obviously.

There was lots of outcry among his fans. Many were throwing around accusations of foul play on Gabriel's part from abuse to locking Adrien away from the world. However, Gabriel was also fiercely looking for his son. Adrien hadn’t left behind any sort of note. Well only to Nino, which Adrien had told Marinette was asked not to mention to anyone.

Marinette then feels safe enough to look up her own case. It was smaller, although was gaining attention as Jagged proclaimed it to high heavens; more so asking what they did wrong and how they could fix it and asking for any sightings of her. That could be a problem if her picture was already around. Marinette pulls her hood up higher. They might have to get haircuts and wear disguises… on second thought wearing suspicious disguises in Gotham might cause more problems.

“Tikki they seem really worried,” Marinette watches the videos Jagged posted, her parents in the background running around talking with police.

“Of course they are Mari,” Marinette feels a light tap on her side, “But you're doing the right thing,”

“No I’m not,” not when she’s watching a video of her parents crying, “I’m doing what needs to be done, this is my responsibility, no matter what a certain someone thinks,”

She spits with venom. Maybe Adriens rant last night rubbed off on her.

“He’s the hero here,” Tiki says non accusingly, “Imagine if another hero came to Paris without asking you… remember Volpina?”

“Ah now that was an actual villain,” Marinette hadn’t trusted her from the start, “Plus she was akumatized,”

“Marinette,” Marinette can’t bring herself to feel guilty, even under tikis scolding.

“Right but that still doesn't give him the right,” Marinette huffs, “After all would he attack Marinette? No!”

“Are you implying you would attack Lila?”

“......... no,”

“Marinette,”

Marinetti smirks to herself instinctively looking around for Adrien to share her joke. Then Marinette froze. The cafe was empty, not even a barista. How had she not noticed!?

“Wait,” Marinetti says out loud before Tiki could talk, “I’m going to have to call you back, something just came up,”

Something was watching her from the kitchen door as if she couldn’t see them. Marinette tries to act normal going for the pepper on the table and putting it on her food. They move at the same time. The attacker runs towards her, Marinette throws the shaker at- Robin?! It hits him square in the forehead, with a curse he touches his bleeding forehead.

“I am so sorry!�� Marinette panics, “That was meant to explode in your face!”

“How is that better?!” Robin runs forward, sword drawn. Marinette ducks behind the table grabbing her plate and frisbeeing it towards him, he manages to dodge this one, “Draw your weapon coward!"

“I don’t have a weapon!” She grabs the table cloth ready to take the vigilante down, “What is wrong with you?!”

He doesn't answer lunging at her again with the sword. Marinette kicks up the table then kicks it towards him in one swift movement. With the impact of the table he drops the sword, Marinette jumps up landing on the table which pins Robin down to the ground with its weight and hers, with the legs sticking up.

“I knew it,” Robin spits and she presses her weight into the table to keep him pinned.

“Excuse you,” Marinette catches his wrist as he tries to pull a dagger on her using the table cloth to tie it to the legs of the table, then does the same with the other, “You attacked me,”

“-Robin!” she hears a faint call, no one is around so it must be from his communicator, “-Robin report back to the cave!”

“I’ll take that~” Marinette sings songs ignoring how he growls at her. She rolls her eyes stepping off the table she needed to get out of here now.

She steps out of the cafe throwing the communicator and likely a tracking device too on the roof of a passing car then sprints in the opposite direction. She heads for the alleys looking for an area with no cameras as she runs. When she finds a spot Marinette transforms running back to their base with record timing.

“Adrien wake up!” Ladybug jumps through the window, barely avoiding landing on him, “Batman’s after us,”

“What?!” He sits bolt upright, Ladybug pulls him onto his feet.

“Move! Now!” She grabs their bags, Adrien transforms and they take off over the rooftops.

“What happened?!” Chat shouts as the runaway, “Is Batman chasing us?”

“Yes, well kinda-- Robin tried to kill me,”

“He what?!”

“As Marinette,” She adds, slowing down as they should have put enough distance between them.

“Did they figure us out already?” Chat Noir slows down into a walk then collapses on the rooftop,

"Probably,"

“This is the worst wake up call ever!”

“Well, it's about to get worse,” Ladybug cringes feeling the distinct trace of magic she was all too familiar with.

“Akuma?”

“Akuma,”

“Great, perfect,” Chat complains standing back up.

“At least we’re not at school,” Ladybug shrugs, launching herself over a roof.

“No you’re right being chased by a masked vigilante is a massive improvement,”

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Wow

“Robin! Get your head out of the clouds and get over here!”

Damian breaks out of his trance, regrettably tearing his gaze away from Ladybug to the much less awe inspiring sight of Batman trapped under a car. They shouldn’t be wasting their time worrying about these established amazing hero’s and worry about that assassin on the loose. Who knows who she was after. She could be planning Batman’s demise at this very moment; if she was close with his mother then surely she knew their identities which was far far more dangerous.

Ladybug could handle herself as evidence by her going toe to toe with the newest villain. In a matter of minutes, the villain was down for the count with no help on their part.

“Ladybug!” He calls before she leaves again, maybe she could help him convince his father that he was being an absolute buffoon.

“Oh it’s you,” She says surprisingly coldly, “What do you want now?”

“Now?”

“Are, you here to attack me again?”

“... I didn’t attack you?” He had spent all morning tracking down a dangerous assassin.

“... Oh! Of course, you did- haha I just ummmm-- there must have been an… Akuma! Yes! There must have been an Akuma earlier that looked like you,”

“An Akuma was impersonating me?” Robin growls.

“Yeah, they do that sometimes,” Chat Noir pipes up, “It’s annoying,”

“Yes and if you’re here, that uh… that means the Akuma is still out there so we gotta go deal with that so-bye!” Ladybug swings off closely followed by Chat Nor; off to go save his name and reputation.

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“So you really think that was an Akuma?” Adrien asks as they transform back.

“Maybe- I don’t know it was just an excuse so he wouldn't figure out my identity,”

“Well at least he doesn't know it,” Adrien shrugs as they walk through the alleys in search of a new place to rest that night.

“If he doesn't know then why would he attack Marinette?” She asks, “And if it was an Akuma that means Hawkmoth knows my identity which is so much worse!”

“Is it tho?”

“Chat,”

“I mean back in Paris it would have been bad,” They both cringe, “But here we have no home, no family, no friends! He cant use any of that against us now!”

Adrien beams his contagious smile.

“You always manage to find a bright side,” Marinette smirks punching him in the shoulder.

“So that's why,” They both turn around, staring in shock.

“Batman?!” Turning back their way out is already blocked by mister boy wonder. Who, by the way he is glaring at her, was not an Akuma this morning.

“I can't believe Talia called me because some teenagers were eloping,”

I know that name- WAIT!

“Eloping?!” Marinette chokes, “We are not eloping!”

“As in not at all,” Adrien blanches, “And I mean no offense Marinette you are literally the sweetest person but I can’t imagine anything more horrific!”

“Oh god, same!” At least now, “I mean once when we were younger…-- it was a silly crush!”

“Wait you had a crush on me?!”

“Yeah, well, you had a crush on me!”

“... oh god… I did, didn’t I?!”

While Adrien is dealing with that little revelation Marinette looks around for an escape. There isn’t much opportunity since both have their eyes on them, partly out of morbid curiosity at their little freakout. Well if you don't have a distraction homemade is fine.

“AKUMA!” They both look, predictably.

Marinette grabs Adrien and runs. She goes for the side Robins guarding, sweeping his legs sending him crashing to the ground.

“I’m not sorry!” Marinette calls as they sprint down the alley.

Marinette heads for the main street, enough of a crowd to camouflage. As they are walking through as casually as possible Marinette sweeps them both for bugs putting any she finds on random passerbys. They walk sometimes ducking into busy shops in hopes of losing their trail. They come across the mall which works perfectly for them. They stay until it starts to approach closing time, it’s easy enough to avoid security and so they get locked in for the night.

“So what do you want to do?!” They walk through the empty halls Adrien skipping along and looking at each display. Marinette stops outside an electronics store, the tv’s still on and displaying the news.

“Make a plan for a way to deal with that,” On-screen are the two of them, a video of Ladybug throwing a car at Batman, “This is taken completely out of context!”

“What’s the context?”

“Batman was being a little bitch!”

“I’m sure that will hold up in court,” Adrien laughs taking a seat in one of those massage chairs, “Besides what's the problem?”

“The problem?!” Marinette yells, “The problem is that now all of Gotham is going to hate us!”

“So? Do we really need them to like us?” Adrien gets up to stand by her, rubbing her shoulder.

“They did in Paris,”

“We’re not in Paris anymore,” Adrien says quietly, leading her towards the seats, “We have a chance to start new again, everyday something we haven't done before, a couple of pals living day to day on the edge, isn’t that exciting?”

“I just--” want to go home, “I’m tired,”

“Take a break,” Adrien sits her down in the massage chair with a kind smile, “I’ll keep watch,”

“.. ok,” Marinette curls up in the chair Tikki coming to lie beside her. With not much strength to fight it, Marinette falls asleep while she can.

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Taglist? nope don’t have one, horrible at keeping track of them sorry~

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug fic #miraculous fanfic #miraculous marinette #Marinette #badass marinette #batfam #daminette #good adrien #slow burn

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lukacouffainesurvivingoncaffeine · 3 years ago

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Hello Nephew.

As part of my new... Strategy, I've been looking into more deeply seated emotions...

Your love of Coffee is well known, and your attempt to kick the habit even more so.

I could offer you the power of an Akuma to allow you to create the perfect brew, anytime you willed it, enough coffee to keep you energized and your sanity intact, despite the secrets you carry.

However, I do no offer this in exchange for the Miraculous, but consider it just a favor for family.

Would you like it?

Good morning, Mothy. The thing is, I kind of already have this power? It's called being a barista.

And im just generally confused by this, like, would I live as an akuma? Would all my memories be intact? Why and how would it benefit you? Why?? And also, why???? Are we really this close?

That being sad, it is a weird enough experience for me to consider. So I'll talk to my official coffee manager. @felix-graham-devanily, babe, come here let's talk about this.

#another life with parisian superheroes #hi mothy

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pixiebuggiewrites · 4 years ago

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A spilled coffee and a chance encounter

Valentines drabble exchange piece for @zorua-adorable you put that you liked soulmate au, meet-cutes, and coffee shop au’s so i kinda did a sort of hybrid of the 3 hope you like it!!

Big thanks to @eat0crow for setting this whole thing up!!

Wordcount:1103

Marinette was running on 2 hours of sleep. Again.

She had a busy schedule okay? Balancing ESMOD classes, commission work, and searching for Lila Rossi aka Hawkmoth 2.0 took up a lot of time. So sometimes she just had to make up the sleep deficit with caffeine.

Ah yes, whether she was knee deep in fabric or dealing with an akuma at 2 am, coffee was always there to help her through. And after pulling such a late night finishing assignments, she needed some desperately.

Too bad her roommate hid all of her coffee.

Adrien had claimed that it was "for her own good" and that he was "saving her from an early grave" like the both of them weren't basically demigods after so many years of miraculous exposure. Well, she had been wanting to try the small café she always passed by anyways. This just the perfect opportunity.

Doesn't mean she's not getting back at Adrien though.

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Marinette stepped into the café and took a deep inhale at the pleasant aromas of coffee beans and fresh pastries.

Despite the small shops location and the time of day, coupe du destin was fairly uncrowded. There was a very inviting aura about the place, reminding her of the many days spent at Fu's old tea shop as a teen. While someone had been leaving as she entered, besides that there was only one other customer in the café.

She was thankful that she wouldn't have to deal with the usual morning rush line, especially since there only seemed to be one person working. It was a girl who seemed to be a couple years younger than Marinette with a smile that put the sun to shame, and she was saying that as someone who knew Adrien Agreste.

The young lady at the counter, Felicity according to her name tag, smiled at her.

"Welcome to coupe du destin! What can I get for you today?" She greeted with enthusiasm

After ordering herself a caffe mocha, Marinette watched as the lively barista flew between machines and equipment creating her beverage, she honestly wasn't sure if the girl knew what she was doing, maybe it was her first day? Eventually the barista came back over to the counter with the finished drink.

Of course though that's when things got just a touch odd

After paying for her drink, the barista looked to be analyzing her. Though It was almost as if she was looking through her, straight into Marinette's soul.

Now if she were anyone else, she probably would have been more creeped out by something like that. But she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Guardian of the Miraculi and heroine of Paris. Honestly this didn't even make top three for weird things she's seen this week. It also helped that the girls analytic gaze reminded her of Luka. She still wasn't sure whether or not he was a meta of some sort or if he just like that, but this barista had the same look in her eyes as when Luka would figure out somebody's heartsong.

She could only hope that the girl wasn't about to pull a guitar out from under the counter.

After the peculiar girl had been studying her for a minute she stopped and broke into another wide grin with a newfound gleam in her eye.

Thankfully the barista did not at this point pull out a guitar, instead having grabbed a red pen from a mason jar next to the register and quickly drawing something on something on the cup before handing it to Marinette.

The drawing was of a robin.

After paying, Marinette finally got to try her coffee. Marinette took a sip and... it was the best coffee she had ever had. She was definitely making this her go-to café from now on. And if Adrien kept hiding her home supply, she would likely soon be a regular.

She wouldn't get to finish her heavenly coffee though, apparently being a superhero for nearly a decade had not made her any less accident-prone. As she turned around to leave the shop, she walked right into a man who was getting up from his seat and spilled her coffee all over both of them.

Only one other customer in the café, and she somehow managed to run right into the guy. So much for having the goddess of luck in her purse.

She finally got a good look at the guy. He was about her age, maybe a year or two older, but that could just be how tired he looked, somehow he seemed even more exhausted than her which was quite the feat. Other than looking like he was gonna pass out any minute, he was quite attractive. Like her, he had black hair and blue eyes, Though his eyes were more of a gunmetal than her shade of bluebell. Average height, and very well built. And his suit…

Oh sweet Tikki she was so dead. That suit was designer, it can't have cost less than somewhere in the quadruple digits. And she spilled coffee all over it. She was so screwed.

This guy was probably loaded and she ruined his suit and now he's gonna ruin her. He was gonna sue her for all she's worth and she'll have to fake her death and go live all alone in Tibet and her only company will be Tikki and a hamster named-

"Are you okay?" The man before her asked, with a concerned look that managed to break her out of her catastrophizing. While her spirals had gotten better as she got older (and a therapist), evidently the lack of sleep was bringing them out in full force today.

"I'm so sorry! I should have been paying better attention to where I was going." Her mouth finally caught up with her brain as she began apologizing.

The man began to reassure her "Don't worry about it, it was just as much my fault. I am sorry about your coffee though, could I buy you a new one?"

Oh yeah her coffee, about half the cup was lost in the collision. "Oh no it's fine, if anything I should be offering to pay for your dry cleaning considering I totally ruined your suit."

"Really it's fine, plus I'm getting myself another anyways."

Well if a cute guy was gonna offer her free coffee who was she to refuse?

"You know in that case I might just take you up on that offer…"

"Tim."

"Nice to meet you Tim, my name's Marinette."

Neither of them noticed the ladybug drawn on Tim's empty cup.

#maribat #timinette #maritim #ml x dc #MaribatDrabbleExchange #buggiewrites #oneshot #ah sorry I'm posting this so late lowkey sick atm so it took forever to work up the energy to get my computer #hope you like it!!

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celestialtitania · 4 years ago

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Quest for the Best

Thank you to DragonGirl8234 for betaing. Written for Day 4: Cafe of Marichat May. Can also read on AO3. @marichatmay

Chat sighed, it had been fifteen minutes of waiting and still no sign of Ladybug. He was beginning to wonder if he should start patrolling on his own when the warm scent of fresh pastries wafted over him.

He followed his nose to find Ladybug swinging onto the rooftop. “I’m sorry I’m late!” She apologized right away. “But I come bearing gifts,” She held up a box of Dupain-Cheng pastries.

Chat narrowed his eyes at her. “Are there any croissants in there?”

In response, she flipped the lid open. “What am I? An amateur?” She scoffed, revealing croissants, pain au chocolats, and rows of chocolate chip cookies.

Chat grabbed a cookie and moaned in pleasure as he ate them. “These are still warm, how do you get them so fresh?”

Ladybug smirked at him. “It’s a secret,” she hummed, taking the chance to bite into a croissant. He stuck out his tongue at her making her snort. Unfortunately, that made Ladybug begin to cough.

Chat reacted quickly, patting her on the back to make her feel better. “You okay, LB?”

“I’m fine,” she coughed before taking in a deep breath. “Croissant went down the wrong pipe, is all.”

Chat Noir shook his head at Ladybug. “You have to be more careful when you eat,” he tutted, wagging his finger at her. Ladybug rolled his eyes, making him put a hand on his hip. “I’m serious, Bugaboo! If you choke, where will Paris be?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve become the responsible one,” Ladybug shuddered in mock horror. “Paris is already doomed.” They took one look at each other before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, I really needed that,” Ladybug sighed, wiping a tear away. “Thanks, Chaton.” He winked and bowed to her. “Let’s get to patrol?” She asked and he nodded before letting out a yawn.

“Pastries are delicious but what we really need is some coffee to get through these patrols.”

“Hey, I just bring the pastries. You want coffee so bad, you can bring us some coffee next time,” Ladybug shrugged.

Chat blinked at her before brightening. “Hey! That’s not a bad idea, Bug. I’ll bring you coffee from the best coffee shop in Paris!” He declared.

Ladybug rolled her eyes. “I’m going to hold you to that,” she promised. “Now can we please get to our patrol?” Chat made a sweeping gesture indicating for her to go first and he’d follow.

Just before Ladybug readied her yoyo to leave the rooftop, she turned back to say one last thing. “Oh, I take my coffee with a shot of vanilla. Just so you know.” She smiled, before leading them throughout the city.

He grinned as he vaulted after her. Chat loved learning more about his Lady and he couldn’t wait to impress her with his findings.

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Adrien paced the floor of his room. “Okay, I have the best coffee shops narrowed down according to about ten.”

“How do you know they’re the best?” Plagg asked snidely, whilst inhaling his cheese. He only stopped to haul more Camembert out of the fridge.

Adrien wrinkled his nose at the smell. “I consulted about fifteen different coffee blogs and they all agree on the top three but I want to check the others just for satisfaction’s sake.”

Plagg rolled his eyes at him. “You don’t understand, Plagg. Ladybug is counting on me to get her the best coffee Paris has to offer. This is my chance to show her I have good taste!”

“And how do you expect to figure out which coffee shop is the best from looking up reviews on the Internet?”

“I don’t,” Adrien grinned. “Obviously, the best way to decide which coffee shop has the best coffee is by tasting them myself.”

“And how do you expect to do that without leaving your room?” Plagg snarked.

At that Adrien chuckled. “Oh, I’m so glad you asked. I’m not. Plagg! Claws Out!” Adrien called for his transformation, ignoring Plagg’s wails of complaint. Chat Noir slipped out of his window, using his baton as a GPS while vaulting away from Agreste Mansion as quickly as possible.

He found himself on an unfamiliar street of Paris and was trying to read the GPS instructions when a pigeon smacked into him, making him lose his balance.

His baton pole teetered downwards and he was crashing towards the ground. Thinking quickly, he just managed to roll into a somersault and ended up crashing into a girl rather than cold, hard cement.

Chat groaned as he pulled himself up only to find Marinette pinned beneath him. He yelped quickly moving off of her and offering a hand to help her up.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Chat fretted, he didn’t want to have caused Marinette to get hurt. She began brushing herself off but looked relatively fine, so Chat heaved a sigh of relief.

“Chat Noir, what were you doing?” She asked, groaning as she stood up. “Is there an akuma nearby?”

“Marinette! Good to see you!” He greeted hoping to distract her. It didn’t work, instead, Marinette gave him an unimpressed look, silently demanding to hear answers.

He sighed giving in. “You can’t tell Ladybug, okay?” He pleaded and her face softened. When Marinette nodded, Chat Noir launched into his story about how he had to find the absolute best coffee shop in Paris for Ladybug.

“If I can deliver, she’ll be one step closer to falling in love with me!” He concluded happily, completely missing the way Marinette bit her lip anxiously.

“Maybe you shouldn’t get your hopes up?” Marinette said, hesitantly making Chat crash back down to Earth. He sighed.

“You’re right, but sometimes it’s nice to just hold on to hope, you know what I mean?”

“Too well,” Marinette grumbled, making Chat blink in surprise.

“Marinette? Are things alright with you?”

Marinette looked startled as if she had completely forgotten he was there. She waved her hands in front of her face, giving him a forced smile. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m totally fine. So, what’s the plan with the coffee shops?”

Chat gave her a look which he hoped said that he knew she was trying to distract him but he was choosing to go with it. “Here, I have a list,” Chat showed Marinette proudly.

Marinette frowned at his list. “The first three are okay but I know for a fact that the last three use extremely bitter beans, number five isn’t the most sanitary, four and six always mess up the amount of sugar, and seven....I don’t even know what to tell you about seven.”

Chat’s jaw dropped. “But I checked with fifteen coffee blogs before making this list!”

“I know which blogs you’re talking about, those people know nothing about good coffee. You might as well just go to the local Starbucks because none of these are the best,” Marinette scoffed.

Chat crossed his arms across his chest defensively, trying his best not to pout. “Then where do I get the best coffee in Paris?”

Marinette gave him a side glance. “Weren’t you supposed to do this yourself?”

“Princess, paw-lease! I’ll do anything but please help me!” Chat dropped to his knees making Marinette jump back in shock. He was not above begging. “Help me!”

“Okay, okay! Just get up and I’ll help you!” Marinette hissed, as the other passers-by gave them strange looks.

“Really?” Chat asked, giving her his best kitten eyes.

“Yes,” Marinette got out through gritted teeth.

Chat leapt back to his feet with a triumphant grin, ignoring the way Marinette was scowling at him. “Then let’s go! You already know where the best coffee is, don’t you? I trust your judgment completely!”

When Marinette looked reluctant, Chat frowned at her. “You promised you would help. No take backs!”

“You’re a child,” she muttered, as she began to walk off. Chat sighed dejectedly when Marinette turned around and gave him a questioning look. “Are you coming?”

He perked up and ran behind her. “Always, Princess!”

He couldn’t wait to see where Marinette claimed to have the best coffee in all of Paris. Chat could privately admit to himself he was a little skeptical, especially when the streets became a little narrower, but he didn’t dare voice his doubt. It could offend Marinette, causing her to change her mind about helping him, and then where would he be?

“We’re here,” Marinette announced. Chat Noir looked at the drab door with a half working sign and then looked back at Marinette. She rolled her eyes. “Don’t look at me like that! You can’t judge until you’ve tasted their coffee.”

“Okay,” he hummed. “But just so you know, I’m a coffee snob.”

“Yeah, me too. And a bigger one than you considering your list was from bad blogs.” Chat Noir flushed at her completely fair assessment, unable to defend himself. “Now let’s go,” she said practically dragging him into the shop. The shop workers knew her by name and greeted her enthusiastically, so it was clear that Marinette visited often.

“I’ll have a vanilla latte and he’ll have a–,” Marinette paused and turned to Chat Noir to ask his order.

“Hazelnut mocha,” Chat ordered, his eyes sweeping the shop. It was actually quite cozy with the warm lighting and the couches. It was quiet, thanks to a lack of customers bustling in and out as well.

“I like to come here and study. Not many people know about this shop so no posting about it,” Marinette warned.

“Mum’s the word,” Chat promised. It definitely did seem like a nice place to finish schoolwork.

He wondered if there was any chance he could get Marinette to tell him about this place as Adrien. It would be nice to study with friends without the threat of fangirls. He was lost in these thoughts when the barista called them to say their drinks were ready.

Marinette paid and grabbed the drinks before Chat Noir could protest. “The moment of truth,” she smiled, pressing his coffee into his hands. Silently promising himself to get her something to thank her for her help, Chat took a small sip.

His eyes widened in awe and he immediately took another sip of the delicious coffee.

“I told you it was the best coffee in Paris,” Marinette said smugly.

“I sincerely apawlogize, Princess. I will never doubt you again and I cannot espresso how grateful I am to you fur bringing me here.”

“You sure Ladybug will like it?” Marinette teased.

Chat nodded solemnly. “She’ll like it a latte. Seriously, thank you, Marinette. If you ever need my help, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

Marinette gave him an assessing look. “I might hold you to that.”

“I want you to,” he confirmed, smiling at her softly. “Would you like a ride home?”

Marinette shook her head. “Thanks, but I’ll head home on my own in a little while.”

Chat took her hand in his and pressed a gentle kiss on it. “I’ll see you around.” Making sure he had the address to the shop inputted in his baton, he gave Marinette a wave before vaulting away. xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

Holding a coffee carrier, Chat anxiously waited for Ladybug to show up for patrol. He turned around expectantly when he heard the tell-tale thump signaling her landing.

She grinned at him, a box of pastries in hand. “So, did you find the best coffee shop in Paris?”

“Of course I did, M’Lady! Would I ever break a promise to you?” Chat asked, acting affronted. Ladybug snorted at him, settling down on the rooftop. He sat down next to her and pulled out her, thankfully still hot, coffee from the coffee carrier.

“What did you get me?” She wondered out loud as she accepted the drink from him.

“A vanilla latte,” he announced, missing the way she nearly choked on the drink and turned to stare at him. “So, what do you think?” He stared out at the Paris skyline, too worried about her reaction to look at her.

“It’s wonderful coffee, Chaton. Thank you for finding it,” Ladybug murmured, just loud enough for him to hear.

“I’m glad I was able to mocha you happy, but I’m afraid I can’t take all the credit.” Chat leaned on Ladybug’s shoulder as he spoke. “You see, I didn’t find this coffee on my own. I was out searching and I ran into that girl, Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Do you remember her? She took me to the most amazing coffee shop in Paris. Marinette is such an awesome girl, I’m sorry to say I would have failed without her.”

Chat turned to find Ladybug staring at him, she looked strangely touched. “Ladybug?” He questioned, tilting his head trying to read her expression and make sense of it. Unfortunately, that was when she snapped out of it.

“I’ll have to thank her for helping you then! Come on, let’s eat and get a move on. We still have a patrol to do, after all.”

They clinked their cups together, enjoying each other’s company and the tasty treats.

#miraculous ladybug #ml #ml fic #my fic #marichat may 2021 #marichatmay2021 #marichat may #day 4: cafe #marichat #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #fluff #coffee #coffee shops #ml plagg #marichat are coffee snobs

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 4 years ago

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PN au: Ladybug and Panthera Noire go to a little hole-in-the-wall coffee shop they found on patrol for all of their caffeine needs. Over the course of a few years, the barista keeps track of their coffee orders in a spreadsheet and watches them change over time. Eventually, it's posted on the Ladyblog.

Panthera just tries different roasts black with a little bit of sugar, but slowly starts ordering more or putting 2 full cups of different roasts together to see what it's like. Ladybug's order starts out as barely coffee with tons of sugar and milk, and eventually devolves into "Fill the cup halfway with whipped cream, then pour in espresso shots until she says stop (usually 4-5, 6 if an akuma was fought between 01:00 and 05:00 of that day)."

"I once stopped at 6 espresso shots, since Ladybug had never gone over that before. She tried to tell me to add a seventh but fell asleep in the middle of the sentence, slipping off her chair as she collapsed. Panthera Noire's only reaction was to stare at her fallen partner, say 'same', and drink half of the 6-shot order. She certainly deserves her reputation as 'Paris' Most Relatable Heroine'."

That’s beautiful

#Panthera Noire au

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everosfics · 4 years ago

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Day 8: Wind

@daminette-december2019-2020

A/N: sorry it took so long today apparently I can’t come up with good ideas until night time. Oh well I hope you all like it. It’s over 500 words again 🤷🏽‍♀️.

There was a rumor going around, whispers in the wind of something magical happening in Paris, me and Tim were sent in undercover or as undercover as two billionaires children could be. When we arrived our cover was that Tim was checking on the Paris branch and that I was looking into programs to promote once we got back too Gotham basically a bunch of office work. We hadn’t seen anything yet and we had already been there for 4 days we were ready to cross it off as a false rumor until a freak storm blew in.

•••

“Tiki its been way to quiet lately what do you think that monster is cooking up out there.”

“I don’t know Marinette but whatever it is it won’t be pretty I have a bad feeling about what ever’s to come,” but just as tikis reply left her mouth the wind had started to pick up, and blowing around right outside of Mari’s window was a car.

“Tiki this isn’t a normal wind storm it has to be what Hawkmoth was planing, we need to go now. TIKI SPOTS ON” shouted Marinette as she jumps out on to her roof.

•••

It takes a while but eventually the akuma is captured and the butterfly cleansed.

“Tim did you see that or are you too tired, it looks like Diana was right and there really is some ancient magic at work out here.”

“Yeah Damian but it looks like Diana didn’t know the full extent of what is happening over here. I’m going to call bruce, you should go out and see if there were any casualties, and on your way back could you pick up some coffee Sarah from management said that there’s a really good caffe down the street so would you mind piking that up.”

“Im heading out now I will go search for these casualties but don’t be surprised if you don’t get any of that coffee you asked for” came Damians Reply as he headed out of the office door.

Damian spent about 2 hours looking for some sort of proof that what he had seen actually happened, but when he could find nothing he decided to head to that caffe Tim had told him about, if he couldn’t get any information out of them then he could at least get himself something to drink and possibly something for Drake.

“Hi Welcome to Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie, how can I be of service.” Came a cherry response as Damian made his way to the ordering table.

“Hello, yes can I get a triple expresso to go and a mocha to go”

“Sure is there anything else I can help you with” came the girls response. “

“Not unless you could tell me what that thing from two hours ago was.”

“Oh, that it was an alumna attack as you don’t know about them I’m going to assume your not from Paris and are here on vacation, all I can say right now is that its a fairly common occurrence and that most everyone here is use to it. If you want to know more I’m due to get off in about an hour if your willing to wait” came the baristas response.

“Sure I’ll meet you in an hour at the park, let me just get this coffee to my brother and I’ll see you at the park across the street in an hour, Marinette.”

Of course see you then” came Marinette’s response as she handed him his coffee and watched him walk out the front door.

•••

Damian knew he had arrived early but with all of Drake’s teasing he couldn’t stay in the office any longer and made his way to the Park across from the bakery.

It only took about 10 minutes till he saw Marinette leave the bakery and enter the park searching for him. He decided to not call out to her and just watch her look for him but right as she was about to glance his way the wind picked up and his heart dropped thinking oh no it’s happening again I better get here and the rest of these people inside. But in that same moment the wind stoped and all he saw was her spinning her way towards him as the wind lifted her skirt so that it could below in its breeze.

“So Damian, Akuma’s shall we start.”she says as she stands hovering right above him.

“Yes” comes his reply as he finally looks up and meets her Bluebell eyes.

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#Daminette #Daminette December #maribat #mlb x dc #wind #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #maridami

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The Fan Cafe- 2

(The next chapter! Ice Art was created by @lenoreofraven, my Felix’s personality was inspired by @nobodyfamousposts‘s Felix Culpa. I do take requests!)

It had been years since an akuma had hunted the streets of Paris.

Yet every civilian still remembered the emergency protocols. Ladybug was thankful for that as she landed on the roof directly across from the Eiffel Tower. They always headed for the tower. Why did they always head for the tower?

“Why do they always head for the tower?”

Formed reflexes prevented her from jumping a foot in the air. Instead, she aimed a smile at Void. “I was just wondering that.” Her blonde partner opened his mouth to say something back-

When loud cackling filled the air. Female cackling.

And it didn’t meet the akuma’s voice, because he was male. And blasting people to the ground with...lollipops? Everyone’s head turned to the tower. Ladybug couldn’t make out much, but she could see a small figure on the upper level, gesturing at the akuma. “...they really made it that easy?” Void said.

“It seems so.” Ladybug readied her yo-yo. “Let’s get the akuma under control and then head for Hawkmoth. We can-” She stopped at a yell. The akuma had tripped and now seemed to be stuck to the ground. “Never mind. Head for Hawkmoth. We can fix him when we get the Miraculous.”

They split up. Ladybug went up one side of the tower while Void took the other.

Ladybug poked her head up when she reached Hawkmoth’s level. Now that she was closer, she could see Hawkmoth.

It was a girl, possibly around her age, leaning on the cane and watching the akuma with a grin. Her brown hair was pulled back into a braid, little silver beads twinkling. She wore a purple tunic, the open skirt revealing silver tights and purple pumps. The Butterfly pin was at her collar. The entire outfit reminded her of a stage magician’s assistant. She met Void’s eyes. They nodded in agreement.

At three, both hopped up at once. “You’re surrounded.” Ladybug said evenly, her yo yo humming. “Surrender.”

Hawkmoth let out a gasp, surprised by the sudden attack. She turned to Ladybug and the bug heroine froze in surprise. They had just met.

There was no explanation for the utter hate in her green eyes.

“Ladybug,” Hakwmoth snarled. Without another word, she jumped over the railing. She let out a scream of surprise, looking over the railing to see if she could catch her.

But there was nothing. “Where did she-”

The roar of the akuma jolted her and she and Void went off to deal with that. It was a quick fight, easy enough to get the giant lollipop the akuma was using. It was a candy store manager, upset at a few too many Karens. When they had him settled with a shock blanket and assurances that he was okay, they hopped onto a nearby roof.

“What was that all about?” Void said when they were far enough from prying ears. “She took one look at you and jumped off!”

“I have no idea!” Ladybug said with a groan. “Look. Let’s meet up tonight and see if we can find any clues. I have a project and my partners will get worried.”

“Yeah, me too.”

They split up, unaware of the green eyes watching.

-_-

Their search had turned up nothing. The candy store manager couldn’t remember anything when Ladybug had asked. But, right now, Marinette couldn’t worry about that.

The opening day of her, Marc, and Felix’s cafe had arrived.

People had come, thanks to Alya’s advertisement on the Ladyblog, and were charmed by the entire thing. So far, their most popular thing was superhero au (black coffee) with hurt/comfort (cinnamon). Marinette refused to meet Alya’s wide grin.

And something, like always, came to ruin it.

It happened at closing.

Marc and the other two servers were starting clean up. Felix was handling the questions on the cafe’s website in the office. Marinette and Alya handled the counter.

The bell on the door chimed twice.

“Welcome! I’m sorry, but we’re about to-” Marinette started.

“Hey Marinette!”

“Why hello Alya!”

Both girls froze and looked up.

Adrien Agreste and Lila Rossi met their shock with wide grins.

Alya reacted first, dropping the cup she held. The porcelain mug shattered when it hit the ground. “What...are you doing here!?” she finally spat out at Lila. Marinette couldn’t bring herself to stop her bestie. Thankfully, the cafe was empty.

Lila immediately dropped her grin to adopt a fake frown, eyes shimmering with crocodile tears. “What? I heard about this place and thought I would take the advice of my bestie!”

“Bestie?! Hah, funny way to call your puppet!” Alya snarled, looking ready to jump over the counter. She snapped into action then, grabbing her collar. When Alya turned to give her a look, Marinette shook her head.

She wasn’t going to get the cafe in hot water.

Alya thankfully seemed to agree. She turned to Lila with a gritted grin. “We’re closed. I’m so sorry that we can’t help you at the moment.”

Lila burst into the crocodile tears. Seeming to ignore this, Adrien stepped forward. “Look. I just want to talk-”

“I’m sorry, but we’re closed.” Felix’s voice jolted everyone. He stepped out of the office and, carefully moving Marinette aside, stood eye to eye with Adrien. “Now, please leave. You’re distressing my baristas. And Rossi-” Lila froze at the callout. “Stop crying. You’re making a scene.”

“Oh, you’re still here.” Adrien said, forming a gritted grin of his own. “I’m sorry, Felix, but I was hoping to talk to my friends.”

“They asked you to leave. I request that you do so.”

Adrien tried to catch Marinette’s eye, but she refused to meet his gaze. There was a huff, and then the door opened. Lila took a little longer, but after Felix aimed a glare, she was out with a huff of her own.

Everyone’s backs untensed when they were gone. Felix rested on the counter with a groan. Marinette mirrored his pose, leaning against the wall. Alya hopped over the counter and immediately locked the door. With a vicious snarl, she flipped the sign to CLOSED.

The door opened, revealing the other three.

Marc broke the silence. “What we miss?”

(Taglist: @trippingovermyfeet, @freshbark, @justafanwarrior)

#the fan cafe #ml #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #felix #alya cesaire #lila rossi #ice art #adrien agreste #adrien salt #ladybug

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