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#magical coffee shop AU
hippolotamus · 29 days
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For the fic title ask: magic in your veins
Hello my dearest Science Penguin 💞
You didn’t specify a pairing, but you tend to be rather tolerant of whatever nonsense I come up with 😂
After years of being the party girl and jet setting around the world, Alexis is ready to put all that behind her. Okay, maybe not all of it. Because having the ability to dash off to LA or Milan at a moment’s notice does have its perks. The point is she wants to do something more with her life. Like those people that help puppies or orphans. Except without having to do either of those things. Because ew. So PR work is the next best option.
Her dad ran Rose Video for years. How tough could running her own business be? As it turns out, very.
There’s paperwork and licensing, attracting clients, early morning meetings. In short, it’s exhausting. Which is how she finds herself at the new coffee shop on her block. Homemade cappuccino isn’t cutting it today and she needs something stronger.
A bell rings above her head as she pushes the door open.
“Just a minute!” A voice calls out from somewhere behind the counter.
Alexis hears the sound of things rustling around before someone pops up.
“Welcome to Twyla’s! What can I get you?”
Alexis has never been accused of being at a loss for words and yet all she can do is stare dumbly at the woman in front of her.
She tucks a loose strand of auburn hair behind one ear and smiles. A sideways thing that’s somewhere between adorable and amused, and makes her eyes sparkle.
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svnflower-writes · 10 days
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i wanna find out
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part one. ao3 | series masterlist
description: james is confused, but no less confused as he was when he was a high school student and denying his infatuation with his best friend's brother. now, regulus is a regular at the cafe he works in, and james doesn't know what to do.
warnings: none it's fluffy james is so cute
note: (reblog and comment please please please i need the validation) HI HELLO I AM BACK OKAY SO i heard the new gracie song and i went insane bc its so jegulus and wrote this in one hour in english class and its unedited. anyway this is a series, the masterlist is linked at the top. this chapter has been on ao3 since yesterday but i didn't get around to posting it here. lowkey think this is terrible but oh wellll
taglist: (i included the people on my marauders taglist so lmk if you don't wanna be on this one) @thestarslittleking @chaserofstars11 @gu1lty-as-sin @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @a-beautiful-fool @optimizedchaos @star-ch4ser @qwerty-keysmash @lost-in-reveriie @tulips-best @nqds
Upon his first week at high school, James Potter had come to the conclusion that he would end up with Lily Evans if it was the last thing he did. She was exactly the kind of girl he liked, she was pretty and opinionated and she seemed like the sweetest person he’d ever met. Remus had chuckled at his lovesick pining, not having the heart to tell the messy haired boy that your crush when you’re eleven years old is never your soulmate.
He pined after Lily for two years, with no clear progression other than Lily awkwardly smiling at him each time they passed in the hallways. Safe to say, James’ feelings were not reciprocated, and Marelne had grown a habit of snickering at the way his eyes followed her down the hall.
A few students at school had thought he was overdoing it slightly, but he really wasn’t. He wasn’t overly pushy, and he had only asked her out once or twice. He was clear about his feelings, but wasn't going to make her uncomfortable. James Potter was a gentleman in the truest sense of the word, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel an undeniable feeling of heartache when she walked past and ignored his presence.
Now, however, James was in university. He was as over Lily as he had ever been, and he had escaped the inherent unpleasantries that come with being a teen going through the heartache of growing up. He felt undeniably free, and not to mention his psychology course was helping him understand himself better than ever. He was happier than ever, saying otherwise would be a blatant understatement. He was living in a flat with Sirius, Remus, and Peter, which had been his dream since primary school.
Lily was now one of his closest friends, and she worked at the flower shop that had a door into the coffee shop James worked in. Lily’s law degree and James’ psychology one made them a perfect pair, and much to Remus’ surprise, the two studied together regularly. The fact that James’ attention span and motivation had changed since high school was something no one had expected, and although he still struggled, he had his tactics to get back on track.
Some things never change, though, and James still hated quiet, slow paced days more than death itself. He could deal with stressful, busy days, but the mundane was his greatest oppressor, the repetitiveness of a quiet day driving him to the edge of his sanity. Today happened to be one of those days, he sat behind the counter at the small coffee shop he worked in as customers filtered in once every half an hour.
He sat, watching the slow ticking of the clock as the time went by as slow as it possibly could. It was 12:38pm, and 12:20 felt like hours ago. Blankly staring at the wall, the coffee he’d made himself had been discarded on the counter next to him and he didn’t bother picking it up, knowing that after half an hour of it sitting there, it would surely be cold. Each time someone walked past the door of the shop, James perked up—only to sigh as they walked past without a second thought. James’ tendency to romanticise everything that life had to offer often left him disappointed.
Finally, he heard the bell signalling that someone had opened the door sound, and his head snapped up in relief. ‘ My saviour, love of my life, thank god you’re here.’ his brain sung as he sprung up from his seated position, standing at the counter within seconds of the boy walking into the shop. His signature smile appeared on his face, “hi, how’s your day going?”
The boy seemed to falter, as if his carefully planned interaction of simply ordering what he wanted and leaving had been disrupted by a simple question. His dull blue eyes widened, and his lips fell open in a dumbfounded expression before he picked himself up and showed James a tight lipped smile. “Uh, I’m good.”
James noticed that this small interaction had absolutely foiled his carefully planned coffee order, and the boy had entirely forgotten to say what he wanted. James smiled softly, chuckling in his head. He always thought it was interesting how common these interactions seemed to be when you worked in a coffee shop. The psychology major in him couldn’t help but psychoanalyse these interactions, which made working in hospitality both intriguing and perplexing. He found that you could get a pretty good idea of someone’s mindset and what their day to day life is like by doing this, and it almost acted as revision for his upcoming exam.
“What can I get you today?”
Embarrassment flushed over the dark haired boy’s face, and he automatically sent another tight lipped smile to try and compensate for his forgetfulness. A strand of his soft black curls fell over his eyes, and James could tell just by his body language and the look in his eyes that it annoyed him to no end. “A black coffee, please.”
That was fitting, James thought. With the tidy (almost obnoxiously so) outfit and the carefully styled short black hair, a black coffee was the only thing that really made sense for him.
“And can I have a name for that?”
Stupid boy, you know his name.
“Regulus.”
James knew how to spell it.
He knew how to spell it and he hated that. Regulus was his best friend’s brother, and things between Sirius and his younger brother were rough. They got along until they didn’t. Sirius had spent more evenings than James could count frantically ranting about him on evenings at James’ house after school. When Sirius had left for high school, Regulus had distanced himself from Sirius more than he ever had before. Regulus had always been detatched, and James knew this from Sirius’ extensive complaints.
James he knew he shouldn’t have been so enamoured with Regulus in his high school years as he was, but when James fell for someone he fell for them. He fell for them intensly and irreversably and everyone he had ever loved lived in his heart for eternity. It may seem like James was feeling too insensely, but for him to not love so deeply and fully would mean he was not James Potter. He could not be in any sort of relationship without loving them to the end of the earth. His mother had always told him to cherish this, that his way of loving was incredibly pure and a love that many people would give anything to be the recipient of. But based off his past relationships, his love was not something to be cherished.
“Alright, I’ll have that ready for you soon.”
While he was making the coffee, James allowed himself to watch Regulus, noticing the way his hair was slightly more inclined to falling to the right side of his forehead, the way his greyish-blue eyes fixed on one spot of the wall and didn’t seem to move. He watched as his hands anxiously clasped together in his lap and his foot tapped.
James was a master of the art of noticing, and he tended to read into what people did, more so than was probably helpful. But James had always been observant, even as a toddler he had had an integral interest in people. He understood when people said that the human race was done for, but he was compelled to disagree. He had a sense of optimism that many thought was overbearing, but in the same way, James sometimes found their pessimism slightly disheartening.
Regulus intrigued him, although the boy was made of very few words and made him fiddle with his hands behind the counter and cause his eyes to flutter around the room to look anywhere other than his eyes. Regulus was pretty. He was the definition of pretty, with his wavy black hair and his grey eyes that shone with something James couldn’t quite place. James felt an intense urge to sink into the ground and never reappear. Unsure of what this was, he played it off as simply nervousness around someone new—not that it was common for James to ever feel nervous around new people. Regulus had this aura about him, one that James couldn’t figure out. It was undeniable that Regulus made James shy, but James would deny the reason for this nervousness for as long as he possibly could—and longer. This was merely a customer that would show up to the coffee shop once and never again—after all, he hadn’t seen Regulus in the shop at all earlier in the year.
For a reason James couldn’t quite place, there was a hint of awkwardness between him and Regulus. They respected each other, sure, but when they were alone, without Sirius or Remus, James felt an intense urge to sink into the ground and never reappear. He played it off as simply nervousness around someone new—not that it was common for James to ever feel nervous around new people. Regulus had this aura about him, one that James couldn’t quite place. It was undeniable that Regulus made James nervous, but James would deny the reason for this nervousness for as long as he possibly could—and longer. Regulus didn’t speak much, and James tried but failed to match this. The silence felt awkward, and he couldn’t go for long sitting in silence with him until he overshared, making the situation more awkward than it had been beforehand.
“Long black for Regulus?”
He says his name, although there is no one else in the shop to mistake the coffee as their own. But James likes the way his name sounds on his lips, as horrifically cheesy as that may sound.
Stop it. Stop it, stop it, stop it. He’s off-limits and you know that.
Looking up, Regulus looked up and flashed a small, awkward smile, walking to the counter and reaching for the coffee. As his fingers wrapped around the cup, they brushed James’ fingers, and his grey eyes flickered up to meet James’ deep brown ones. “Thank you,” he looked away quickly and was out of the shop before James could even respond.
Okay, James thought, okay, this is okay. He just has to make it out of the shop and then I’ll never see him again.
But then Regulus stops halfway out of the door, sending James a wonky smile and a soft “I’ll see you around.” His eyes are twinkling with something unrecognisable, and once he leaves James allows himself to breathe and forces the dorky smile off his face as he swears under his breath.
Stupid, stupid boy.
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oldmannapping · 4 months
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Having multiple A03 tabs open is like, “Ok is this the fic where the characters are siblings, the one where they’re fucking, the one where they got age regressed to toddlers, or the one where one of them owns a coffee shop and the other one’s a dragon?”
And it’s the same fandom so your brain’s just like, seamlessly bopping around from platonic to porn to preschooler and it’s like doing burpees for your synapses.
(Feel free to print this out to show your therapist if they ask whether you do any kind of brain training exercises.)
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babymagi · 4 months
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barista spartos inspired from an older fic I wrote a while ago :)
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solastalgiart · 1 year
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🐰🐷🐇🍂 cozy cafe hours: now open
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kirythestitchwitch · 3 months
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Klaroline WIP Wed - Antique Shop AU
Listen, i had three options for things I've been working on and it was a Kingdom of Corpses, Necromancer smut, or this new thing, and I picked this as the most SFW option. This is still rough.
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The laptop was a cover. Well, the office work still needed to get done, and it’s true that she normally sat out on the patio with it for an hour after lunchtime ended at 3:00 PM, but Caroline was rarely there past 4:00 PM. She prided herself on having competent managers at the coffee shop and when her 'shift' was over, she went home.
Not so today. Today she lingered so long, April had started looking concerned on her third latte, and she flat out refused to add another dollop of ‘Pep In Your Step’ to the cup. One was all the customers got, one was all she got. It’s just—she heard the door open to the right of her and quickly looked at her screen—she had a mystery to solve. The jingling of keys in the lock made her glance sideways and she caught a glimpse of dirty blonde curls and a nice set of shoulders bent over the front door of the shop next to hers. It was annoying that someone so suspicious was so attractive to her personally. She looked back at her spreadsheets.
Footsteps left the door and walked down the sidewalk towards her. Caroline leaned on her elbow to peer closer at her screen. Nothing to see here buddy, move along, she wasn’t paying any attention to you, don’t pay any attention to her. The closer he got, the more nervous energy she felt in her stomach, some odd feeling of something about to happen winding her tighter and tighter. Maybe it was her magic trying to warn her.
When his phone rang loudly, she nearly jumped, and he cursed. Looking over to see him pulling it from a pocket, they made eye contact, and he quirked his mouth up in an apologetic little smile.
“Urgent, I’m afraid. Some other time, perhaps?” He said, as if they’d had a meeting planned, and Caroline blinked at him.
“Does ‘In your dreams,’ sound good to you?” she asked tartly. Of all the presumption…
He smiled, an unexpectedly mischievous thing framed by dimples that promised sin, and looked as falsely sheepish as it was possible for someone to look while still letting you in on the joke. “Your appearance in them has been somewhat perplexing to me. For the moment, though,” he held up his phone. “Pardon me, sweetheart?” Turning down the alleyway that ran between Caroline’s coffee shop and the storefront he had taken over, he put the phone to his ear and started talking in a low tone into it.
Caroline watched him disappear towards the small parking lot at the back end of the buildings, and then turned back around to pull out her phone. Setting a timer for ten minutes and setting it on the table, she went back to her computer. And just stared at the screen, thinking.
His name was Klaus.
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bitchfitch · 7 months
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the fucking. Modern Au. is including characters who have not existed in the canon story since the very first draft of the story. They do not exist in the current version at all. Or like, they do, they just don't have lines anymore bc their friend got a promotion.
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airu27-rkgk · 2 years
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unrelated (?) kaishin fic rec: Tomorrow, and the Next Day by cuethesun
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jehilew · 5 months
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Posting late...
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hood-ex · 2 months
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oooo what mafia au or mafia stories prompted the post??
I've read quiiite a lot of mafia boss fics throughout the years that contributed to such thoughts lolol buuut my thoughts were triggered today by a flower shop/mafia boss fic. It's an Ateez fic. I don't remember if you're into kpop or not, so not sure you'd have interest in it, but I'll send it to you if you are.
Honestly don't think I've ever read a mafia boss fic with Dick. Maybe a crime family fic with him and a few of the other bats. That was a longgg time ago though, don't even remember the story. I never really seek out fics where the bats are on the opposite side of the law, but if I happen to stumble across them, I'll take a look and see if they interest me.
No but in another fandom there was a mafia boss fic where the antagonist chopped off the SO's finger and sent it to the mafia boss in a box, and that's the type of shit that makes those fics so good.
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imsiriuslyreading · 10 months
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Hey there! I’m really new to the whole Wolfstar fandom. I’ve loved HP forever but then I read Sweater Weather and I was a goner. I listened to your live a bit today on tiktok and it just feels really cool to be in a fandom with a lot of lovely people. Keep being cool 🔆
hiya! ahh so am i really, i’ve only been here since like…. october??? i started dramione in august and it’s all been a um.. wild ride… since then 😂😭
sweater weather is e v e r y t h i n g to me. i am OBSESSED. hockey playin’, french speakin’ sirius black has my HEART. the oc’s and the other characters and the world building of it all is just UGH i want to live there! WHAT HAVE YOU READ SINCE THEN?! i have so many incredible muggle wolfstar AU recs to share if you ever need 🤭
i’m so glad to meet you and i LOVE THIS PLACE, finding this fandom and these creators has been my absolute favourite thing ♥️
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wuggyzjuice · 2 years
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Coffee date with these lovelies !!! I wanted to try and practice drawing some of the girls from Tiger & Bunny cuz I don’t draw them often enough! And I just thought that it would be cute to see them all go out on a coffee date 2gether <3
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Meet-Cute, Romance, Fluff, No Angst Summary:
Coffee shop AU with Accidental Wooing of Wealthy Men (or just one wealthy man, but Riddle’s enough trouble to count for ten tbh even if Harry doesn’t know that yet). Also a dash of murder because I need my emotional crutches in storytelling.
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btschooseafic · 4 days
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AO3 Recs
Following Recipes is Overrated by YeonAh (Kelxya) [completed]
taehyung x namjoon (taejoon), body swapping, witches, coffee shop au, college au
seokjin helps taehyung make a love potion to give to namjoon. hijinks ensue.
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kanerallels · 1 year
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bessxhenry and i must know how you'd coffee shop them. (also have you written any other fic for them???)
Oh you have no idea how many different ideas I just cycled through before finally landing on this one I'm still not totally sold on it but I feel like I'm never totally happy with the M Sec stuff I write. I feel like I have a hard time getting Bess's voice right
But in answer to your question yes! I have! I wrote one Christmas drabble for them last year, and I have an unpublished fic about them and Stevie where I basically went "what if they interacted with one of my blorbos?" and didn't wait for an answer. Anyways, without further ado! My much longer than planned ficlet, beneath the cut
The clatter of pans in the background tugged Elizabeth’s attention away from the paper she was writing for what had to be the hundredth time, and she winced. Usually, this off the beaten track coffee shop was less busy at this time of day, leaving her in peace to finish her schoolwork.
But today, it was packed. Every table was full, and there was a long line stretching back from the counter. Things weren’t going to be getting any more peaceful any time soon.
Closing her laptop, she slid it into her bag. It was probably time to head back to her dorm room and see if she could get anything done there. The day had been enough of a loss already.
She grabbed her cup of coffee, which had long since gone cold, and moved to her feet. Elizabeth took one step towards the trash can— and immediately crashed into one of the other customers.
The coffee slipped from her hand, splashing across the front of the man’s shirt, and Elizabeth let out an involuntary gasp. “Oh my— I’m so sorry!”
Hastily, she grabbed some of the paper napkins from her table, apologizing as she did so. “I didn’t see you coming— it’s so crowded in here and loud and I was just leaving—”
“It’s okay,” the man assured her, offering her a smile as he accepted the napkins from her. Despite herself, Elizabeth found herself giving him a quick onceover. With dark hair and warm brown eyes that reflected his friendly smile, he was… definitely not unattractive. 
“It was my fault, anyways— I was distracted, wasn’t looking where I was going,” he continued apologetically. “The least I can do is buy you a new coffee.”
That made Elizabeth’s eyebrow shoot up. “I’m the one who dumped a drink all over you. If anything, I should be offering to buy your coffee.”
“Well, if you’re offering,” the man said with a half-grin. “But it’s not exactly good manners to tell someone to buy you a coffee. This gets the job done a lot better.”
Oh, so that’s what’s going on. Giving him a polite smile that, with any luck, communicated a polite disinterest, Elizabeth said, “I was actually just on my way out, I have some studying to do. I appreciate the offer, though.”
He accepted that with a nod. “Sure. You’re at UVA, too, right?”
“I am,” Elizabeth said, and the man smiled.
“Thought I recognized you. I’m Henry.”
“Elizabeth,” she said, casting a quick glance towards the door. Henry seemed to get the point.
“Maybe I’ll see you around, Elizabeth,” he said, giving her a final easy smile before joining the line for coffee. 
Despite her insistence that she had to leave, Elizabeth lingered just another second to watch him chat with the cashier, wearing that smile, warm as the sun. Interesting, she thought, and almost found herself hoping they did meet again.
However, it was unlikely— she had school to focus on, not a social life. And she wasn’t about to keep pining away for a boy she’d just met that day.
She headed for the door, and had almost made it to the door when she shot a last look over her shoulder. To her surprise, Henry met her eyes, and lifted his coffee towards her in a quick salute. Sending him a quick smile and a nod, Elizabeth pushed open the door. Focus, she scolded herself. She had work ahead of her that was bigger than some boy with a nice smile.
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panie-wanie-dean-bean · 4 months
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Guys hold onto something it's derailing!!!
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