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sky-kiss · 6 months

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Raphael x Tav: Coffee Shop AU Pt. 2

A/N: Continuing from this, because someone wanted Raphael's POV and I wanted to goof off instead of writing serious things.

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She’s a Barista. How Did it Come to This?

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As a professor of the English language and literature on the whole, Raphael has no small amount of experience when it comes to divining an author’s intent and reading subtext. Years of honing these talents allow him to translate Haarlep’s intended message: ask the barista out.

What he actually says is, “It’s been seven months, old man, is this a joke? Skip dinner and fuck the poor thing sideways.” Which is uncouth, uncivil, and utterly par for the course for the younger man.

“Why are you here?”

Haarlep shrugs. He’s currently sprawled out across the only sofa in the teacher’s lounge, both monopolizing the space and looking too cramped on the loveseat. Korilla rolls her eyes, leaning over his feet to pluck another paper from the pile. The University has afforded him two assistants this semester. Only one is pulling their weight. But Haarlep’s is not without use. Between himself and his assistant, he has never seen:

Such positive class reviews.

So many female students with a vested interest in classical literature.

It’s frankly uncanny.

“You’d be happier for taking my advice.”

“Not everyone is playing ‘catch the venereal' disease, Haarlep,” Korilla mutters. Haarlep shoots her a look. Something unspoken passes between them. In the absence of words (and Korilla’s repentance), Haarlep digs their heel into her thigh before sitting up.

“Oh, take me with you. One evening, Raphael. That's all I need. And you and your sweet barista will be happy little lambs.”

“Aren’t you busy?” Raphael eyes the essays.

Haarlep waves him off. “Unimportant. I hate to see you so solemn, dear. Please.”

And unfortunately, there’s no denying Haarlep anything once they’re in full flow. Gods save them all.

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Fifteen minutes into the drive, he insists on silence. Raphael is always one for a good discussion, but Haarlep is a peculiar breed. He whiplashes from topic to topic with an alacrity most find disorienting and asserts opinions so occasionally outlandish that Raphael wonders if he believes them. The smirk says he doesn’t; half of what they do is for their amusement, the little shit.

“You must like her,” Haarlep mutters. “The cafe might as well be in a different city.”

“Don’t be so dramatic. We’re half an hour from campus.”

“Mmm.”

He doesn’t like that sound one bit. Or the look his assistant is giving him. Raphael grumbles, motioning for the younger man to go ahead of him. The bell on the door chimes when they step inside, and he’s overcome with that feeling of peace.

Tav’s shop smells equal parts coffee shop and bookstore, the slightly spicy scent of old paper lingering on the air. He associates the smell with snowy mornings spent indoors, curled beneath his covers, safe and comfortable. There are seating areas and tables, yes, indicative of any metropolitan cafe. It’s the books he fell in love with. Shelves and shelves of books, of all genres and ages. You were as likely to find a history of naval battles as you were an airport bestseller or romance.

Haarlep pulls a face. “It smells like a library.”

“That will be the books, you troglodyte.”

They accept the gibe gamely enough, stuffing their hands in their pockets. Haarlep scans the place with their frankly unsettling, at times preternatural, gaze, weighing every barista. They linger on Tav. “That one?”

“How…”

“Raphael, you are aware of what attraction looks like, yes? Do you have some cursory awareness? That girl looked at you with the stupidest doe-eyes when you walked in. It made me a little upset. Or nauseous.” He waved a hand. “Hard to say which.”

“Your dramatics are noted, Haarlep. Find a book. I’ll order for us.”

“Oh, good. More reading.”

He is very aware of Haarlep’s eyes on him as he approaches the counter. It pales in comparison to the roiling feeling in his gut. The voice in his head (sounding too much like his father) screams every time he gets close. She’s too young; they’re from different worlds. She won’t look at him. If she’s polite, it’s because she’s paid to be polite, Raphael. Tav smiles at him; the expression lights up the entirety of her face. He thinks, in that moment, that she is one of the most singularly lovely creatures he’s seen.

“Raphael!” She uses his name. Tav leans forward on the counter, beckoning him nearer. Her little friends behind the counter share a look among themselves, snickering. “I took your advice.” She points to a shelf on the left side of the store. He recognizes the book: one of his recommendations. “You were right. I couldn’t put it down. I figured others might enjoy it too. If you have any more suggestions…”

“Of course. Of course! It’s…very nearly my profession!”

“Isn’t that your profession?”

He smirks, dipping into a half bow. “Among other things. You’ll find me a font of philosophy and tired rhetoric. Should it ever strike your fancy.”

“Mmm. You do know how to sweet talk a girl.”

He thinks he hears Haarlep groan from across the cafe. Tav is looking at him, and the weight of that stare leaves him parched or hungry. Raphael clears his throat. “May I ask how you found the ending?”

“Why doesn’t she explain it to you,” Shadowheart says, sliding a coffee to him. “Over dinner? Say six?”

Haarlep winds an arm around his waist, resting their chin on his shoulder. “Six is perfect, my beauty. He can’t wait. Italian?”

“Her absolute favorite. Passatempo?”

Haarlep reaches out to shake the she-elf’s hand. “He’s never been. But he’s so eager to try.”

It is, perhaps, the most surreal way he’s ever gotten a date. Tav stares at him in sputtering horror, her face a vibrant red. Raphael saves her, writing his number on one of the cafe’s business cards. He hands it to her. “My number. I look forward to our…”

“...date.” She finishes, so conclusively, so resolutely, that he laughs.

“Yes. Of course.”

#bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #shadowheart #haarlep #au: coffee shop #my writing #got that idiot brain #got everyone a job at Raphael's university #someone save me #its terrible #fluff #horrible tooth rotting fluff #remind me to kill them or something next fic

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aftgficrec · 10 months

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Do you have anything for settings outside of cannon?? Like au's or completely different universes

(Preferably neil centered but not exactly a necessity)

Ahhh there are many amazing AUs in our fandom, and of course a high percentage star Neil Josten. Generally, canon themes are still woven throughout the stories. Also check out AUs on our tags page where you can explore by theme. -A

a small sampling of AU themes:

single parent aus here

more band aus here

sitcom/romcom vibes here

long no exy aus here

new Hogwarts aus here

staff recs Mermay here

florist/tattoo artist andreil here

andreil enemies to lovers here

some Neil-centric AUs:

famous Neil (no exy) here

Neil as barista/waiter/bartender here

Neil with wings and lots of magic here

Oblivious ace-disaster Neil here

quirky Neil like ‘WUTBF’/‘Quicksand’ here

fics like ‘A Different Matter’ here

‘Neil’s Guide to Stalking Your Neighbor’ here

‘Dear Advice Guy’ here (complete)

‘The bittersweet between my teeth’ here

‘Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger’ here

‘Point Nemo’ here

‘still’ here

‘12 Ways to Woo a Minyard’ and ‘Deadly Affections’ here

Perennial by notyouranswer [Rated T, 11373 Words, Complete, 2023]

Neil downloaded a dating app (at Matt's insistence) to make some friends, but accidentally rejected a stranger right in front of him. Mild chaos ensues leading to conversations over coffee and a walk in the park.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: bullying

Into The Deep by Fortheloveofexy [Rated E, 21435 Words, Incomplete, Updated June 2023]

Neil Josten stares at the large building in front of him, his mouth twisted into a small frown. Yesterday, Browning had handed him a manila folder containing his new name, his new life. Included in that file had been a note, the same slightly crumpled note he’s holding in his hand now, with the name of his new employer. Foxhole Aquarium. Ask for David Wymack.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: animal abuse, tw: implied/referenced character death, tw: blood, tw: panic attacks

NB: fic art of merAndrew by @fortheloveofexy

Only Fools Fall. by Random2002 [Rated T, 19789 Words, Incomplete, Updated Feb 2023]

Neil tests how faithful his clients partners are. Roland is a client; he's worried about his boyfriend. It isn't long until Neil notices some serious rifts in the relationship he is meant to test.

tw: child abuse

White Hands by doodlingstuff [Rated T, 23308 Words, Complete, May 2023]

Neil's life isn't exactly a life except for Stuart, trying to cheer him up, and his paintings, whenever he's inspired. Andrew's life isn't exactly a life except for his family and his volunteering work, keeping him afloat as the time goes by. When Andrew stumbles into Neil's life unwillingly, both will learn one day at a time that they still have reasons to fight and dreams to fulfill. --- Another take on Artist!Neil and Bartender!Andrew full of soft and fluff.

tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: heavily referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced self harm

If Neil, Then Fox by AlrightDarlin (WhoopsOK) [Rated T, 12838 Words, Complete, 2023, Locked]

Neil Josten’s machine warns him Aaron Minyard needs his help, but Neil isn’t prepared for the way Andrew Minyard is about to turn his life upside down.

tw: murder, tw: canonical character death, tw: implied character death, tw: drug use, tw: violence

Professor Neil series by HalfpintPeach [Rated G/T, Collection with 2 complete works, updated Feb 2023]

Part 1: Necessary Losses [T, 9783 Words, Complete, 2023] Neil's grad students invite their Exy-obsessed professor out to one of the most anticipated matches of the Exy Season, the Dallas Palms vs the Denver Yellowjackets. Neil is excited to join to watch his husband and one of his best friends battle it out on the Exy court.

Part 2: Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day [G, 3640 Words, Complete, 2022] Neil has one of the worst days and Andrew is able to make it a little bit better. Welcome to my Professor Neil and Professional Exy Player Andrew world!

I'll be a Brand New Day by especiallythezefronposter [Rated T, 15519 Words, Complete, 2017]

Neil meets a man who looks a lot like his least favorite teammate, Aaron Minyard, and it ends up changing his life. (A Winter Soldier AU, because this fandom deserves a Winter Soldier AU)

tw: self harm, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: gun violence, tw: blood, tw: murder, tw: nightmares

Unlucky Lies by Winterlynne_Norvic [Not Rated, 26365 Words. Complete, 2019]

Neil hates being a demon. Andrew hates Neil. Their lives are hell, but maybe with each other it doesn't have to be.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: temporary major character death, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: demonic possession, tw: bullying, tw: assault, tw: attempted rape, tw: blood, tw: murder, tw: car accident, tw: canonical character death, tw: eating disorders

Neighbours series by transjorts [Collection, Rated T, Complete, 2021]

Part 1: Cat Burglar [6393 Words, AFTG Exchange Spring 2021] Neil has settled into his quiet life in Palmetto with a job at Barnes and Noble and a friend called Matt. But someone was breaking into his apartment and stealing his stuffed animals. What kind of fuckery is this?

tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Part 2: Foxes and Fruitcake [12819 Words] Neil dives deep into Minyard-Hemmick family drama, plays exy and eats fruitcake.

tw: involuntary outing

You're different than the others by Kml19 [Rated M, 21024 Words, Complete, 2017]

Neil works for the Moriyamas from inside the prisons as a guard, he doesn't think much about his own life, he is just glad that he is alive. That is until he meets a new prisoner that may change how he sees things.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: assault

NB: inspired by @requiemofkings’ artwork of prison guard Neil and inmate Andrew

Allurement by sundowne [Rated E, 20323 Words, Incomplete, Updated May 2023]

"You think I would use my allurement on you?" "You're not?" - A vampire AU in which Neil needs a new goalie and Andrew needs someone to feed from, so they strike a deal.

tw: blood, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture

Remember! Proplifting is Shoplifting! by Mystrana [Rated T, 3697 Words, Complete, AFTG Summer Exchange 2022]

Neil works at the garden center. He hates his job. Andrew is an amateur gardener who enjoys tormenting garden center employees. Somehow, he makes Neil's job better.

If You Knew What I Know by interstellarflowers [Rated G, 12361 Words, Complete, 2021]

Neil runs a relationship advice column, and Andrew is a skeptic.

Whiskey Sour by maqicien [Not Rated, 6,870 Words, Complete, 2022]

In which Neil is a bartender and Andrew is the crime lord that owns the bar.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: assault, tw: blood/gore, tw: murder

jellyroot and many other causes of catastrophy series by jeanmorexu (papencuts), papencuts [Rated M, Collection with 2 complete works, AFTG Reverse Big Bang 2019]

Part 1: (a comprehensive guide to princes and knights and how not to acquire jellyroot) [10959 Words] Neil is a young prince of Palmetta. When he was just a boy, he was saved by a mysterious kid from a thug. Neil isn't sure who he is, or why he did what he did. That is, until he sees him again and this time, he's going to get some answers.

tw: homophobia, tw: assault

Part 2: united under kingdom, and unto each other [2099 Words]

“Can you imagine what this would do the crown? Backwater boxing matches, associating with drunkards, and criminals… These bruises, Andrew, gods… People are going to think I beat you.” “No one is going to think that. It’s almost assumed that you like me to beat you.”

NB: knight and prince art prompt by @requiemofkings

CVS by anxietycorner [Rated G, 38689 Words, Incomplete, Updated May 2023]

Neil had always worked the night shift alone. A co-worker couldn't hurt, right?

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: abuse, tw: child abuse, tw: torture, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: ptsd, tw: flashbacks, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: vomit, tw: alcohol, tw: bullying

Art

Dirtyhands Neil art by @prince-peachie

spiderman au art by @rainbowd00dles

tattoo artist!neil comic by @jordanshenessy here and here

the little siren au art by @allfortheslay25, wip 1, pre render

jellyfish Neil au comic by @emry-stars-art, also here

pirate Neil art by @heymrstargazer

winged Neil art by @mistykaru here, here, here, here and here

escaped single father Jean with baby Neil art by @estavs

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lilprincegoo · 6 months

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lock it and leave me (with my dignity) by kiwiismewe

seokjin/jungkook

Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Fluff, Humor, gamer!jungkook, barista!seokjin, Alternate Universe - College/University

6.4 words

rating: G

After embarrassing himself at the campus coffee shop, Jungkook becomes enamored with one of the baristas, and for some unknown reason even catches his attention. Now if only he could stop making a fool of himself.

#ship: jinkook #au: college #au: coffee shop #fluff #humor #gamer jungkook #meet cute #jungkook ship #seokjin ship #ao3 #bts ficrec #bts fic rec

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all-the-stevetony-fics · 7 months

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"Make a wish," Tony says, soft in the coffee shop, Steve's heart tucked between careful fingers, "Make a wish, any wish."

He is every wish Steve never thought to make.

Tony tells him to make a wish, and Steve wants to say,

"No point. There is nothing more impossible than you."

Or, the one about the coffee shop, two boys, and a sea of tiny paper stars.

Words: 3,733

#au: no powers #au: coffee shop #mutual pining #getting together #fluff #gen #short fic #stevetony #stony #author: dizzydreamer

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toiletwipes · 2 years

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FUCK OR DIE/COFFEE SHOP • DAY FIVE OF KINKTOBER

Summary: Life isn't too kind. Getting a warning that you're probably going to be fired and then being kidnapped alongside the cute barista you started flirting with... well you gotta roll with the punches.

Word Count: ~3k words

Character: Foolish

Warnings: fuck or die, its not really explained. Foolish gets changed for unknown reasons and he looks more like the shark totem skin so yeah. Also this does traunatize them. Kidnapping. Bonding over that. Yeah. Uh. Enjoy?

tag list: @oyakuya @ruminationnn @despicablenotions @grrrlsagainsthumanity @wolfie-doggo @boiled-onionrings @struggling-with-time @midnighthasstruck @modx-reborn @cleverjokehaha

Kinktober Masterlist

“Next!” I step up to the counter, smiling as if nothing is wrong and like I wasn’t about to be fired, and greet my favorite barista.

He likes to go by Foolish, says it fits him better than the name on his birth certificate. He also has claimed that he lost it.

His green eyes and dazzling smile takes the edge off my mind, and when the pitch in his voice hikes up and he leans over the counter a little bit, it’s hard to not be so charmed by him. He was always in front of customers for a reason. “The usual?” He asks, reaching around the register to get a cup, writing my name on it probably. I shrug my shoulders and then glance at the pastries displayed. “Maybe something else today?” I look back at him and he’s caught me, eyes flickering between me and the display.

“Maybe the raspberry cheesecake muffin?” I try, and nearly cringe at myself. One, I said it because it was the first name I saw and two, I hate the cheesecake flavor here.

“One raspberry cheesecake muffin for my favorite regular!” He says with a grandiose sway of his body, snapping the cute pastry box open and placing it oh-so-delicately inside. I bite the inside of my cheek, accidentally watching his uncovered arms for too long.

“Just the macchiato and muffin, then?” He says, pressing several buttons on the register, I nod. He turns back to me, a wide smile reaching his eyes. “That’ll be three seventy-five.”

My mouth drops open a little, “that’s- that’s only for the macchiato, you forgot-” but then I remember the long line behind me and rush to hand him the note, returning a smile in confusion as he slid the muffin towards me. “NEXT!” And then I’m pushed aside, Foolish’s next customer spouting off their order while I make my way to the end of the shop, waiting for my drink.

As soon as it’s on the counter, made all perfect, I don’t hesitate to grab it, it’s when I go to drink it I see it. A number on the side of the cup. With Foolish’s little name written underneath it, a cute smile adorning the numbers and name.

I bite down the grin, glancing back at the barista but there he continues to stand, behind the counter and letting himself charm the customers into spending more money than they need to. Walking out, I breathe in and out, because as much as I would love to start texting him and blow his phone up, I still have to get through the meeting. And probably the end of my job at the stupid company.

My gut, though, turns and I feel like I’m being watched. I try to look around as I keep walking, sipping as I do but I see nobody. No strange person, no oddly placed van crawling at my pace, waiting to snatch me. Just the usual bustle on the sidewalk and the usual traffic happening to the side. Appearing in front of the office, I cross my fingers, breathe out about twenty please’s and push the door aside.

Let’s keep this as civil as possible.

I push on the large doors with little effort, ignoring the obscenities being shouted at me from behind, from my now old boss. I did try, I really did. He started it!

Moving through the building, I’m walking down the stairs with a box of my things, enjoying the solitude the stairs gave me. Being a big enough building that it was a separate stairwell from the other parts of the open plan, it means no one is in here to listen to me sniff pathetically.

And as I’m out of the building and now back in front of the office building, I look both right and left. Nobody is looking at me, nobody is standing stock still with binoculars. Nobody is acting strange.

Except for me, I sniff again, turning down to my right, heading back in the direction of my home.

In the span of the next few weeks, as the season gets colder, the air and sky both turn crisp in quality, I form a sort of friendship between Foolish the barista and me, sending cute pictures of the cats in my apartment, him sending pictures of his pets, talking about stress from work. Foolish finally admitted that he never liked customer service but always toughed it out because I’d always come in at the same exact time and he just couldn’t stay away.

Hearing that left me feeling more than flustered for days and finally after dancing around the subject, we agreed to meet for a coffee date, at his place where he could show me how he makes a macchiato. My favorite. He promised he wouldn’t charge too much for the special blend, I had to snort at that, knowing he had to be smiling like the dork he is.

That day though, after dreading the hours before without knowing what to wear, I found something and left as soon as I could.

He doesn’t answer the first time I knock on his door. I don’t sweat, he’s probably in the restroom, not near the door, or maybe he can’t hear that well if he’s got a loud fan blowing the highest setting.

I knock for ten minutes, calling between the minutes, and pressing my ear against the door. I don’t even hear a pin drop, not a single bark or meow. Briefly thinking about trying to open it, I just face the music. He does not want to see me.

Doesn’t answer his door, straight to voicemail, and now that I’ve just been hired at a boutique far from his coffee shop, it’s like I’ve been ghosted.

“This fucking sucks.” Turning around and keeping my eyes closed, I lean against the door, only opening them when I hear a click and the cold press of metal on my forehead. In between my eyes is a pistol, and the guy holding it? Covered with glasses and a bandana over his mouth and nose. I’m going to die.

“Could’ve been worse.” He says and moves too quickly for me to see, I collapse with one blow to my head.

When I come to consciousness, I’m in the same clothes I was, the simple jeans and old band tee, this time with infinite more dirt and blood covering it. I have no recollection of getting these jeans, what the fuck? Looking away from my clothes, I am more freaked out as I see more and more. Stuck in some cell, with a bed shoved against the wall to my right, I turn to my left and I can see someone else struggling against restraints in another cell. They’re huge. Gold metal plates covering their skin but gray features decorate their back. I can’t see more than that. Muscles rippling alongside their back and arms. Some cloth holds loosely together to barely be called pants.

“Glad to see you’re awake, sorry about the whole kidnapping thing, you know these things are,” Jumping out of my skin, I look towards the speaker in the corner of this cell. Um, no I fucking don’t. The quick anger on my face is apparently prominent, “nothing personal, I swear, would’ve been easier if I didn’t have to but he insisted it had to be you.”

“Who’s he?” I ask, too quick for my own good.

“Who do you think?” Sounded exhausted, this person. “Big guy over there said that he’d only cooperate if you were safe. And well, you’re obviously safe where I can see you not getting hurt.”

I can hear whispering in the background. “Okay, change of plans, we’re doing this right now, if you could kindly go greet him, he said it was crucial to see him before he’s completely gone. Whatever that means.” I really do not want to meet this large… person is. While the muscles were a nice touch, they could probably kill me while yawning. Except I don’t have a choice as the bars of the cell recede into the wall and the noise attracts the attention of this large, golden person.

When it turns around, I can see a piercing green stare. The same green Foolish had.

No fucking way.

No fucking way this is Foolish.

When he tries to stand up all the way, his head hits the ceiling and I’m halfway tempted to run underneath the bed in here. Wait. Why in the fucking world is there a bed in here?

His mouth opens and words are garbled, but it sounds… vaguely like him. Against my instincts telling me to hide or run, I breathe in and as quickly as I could, I stand up. Pain shoots up my body, and I fall to my knees, grasping at my ankle. What the fuck happened? Tears prick the corners of my eyes as I squeeze them close.

Why is this happening to me?

The incredibly tall golden thing who I think just might be Foolish, doesn’t try to stand up again, though he does get on his knees and elbows, and there’s a sigh over the system. A cloud of green smoke surrounds him and the groan he releases… I will not admit what it did to me.

When the cloud dissipates, Foolish is shrinking just a little bit and he’s able to stand on his feet, though he still has to bend over to avoid the ceiling. “Are-” he coughs into his elbow, and I could see him better, making my heart cinch with an emotion I’m still not sure of, “are you hurt?”

I shake my head and he sighs, head tucking into his hands as he moves around me, right to the bed. And the size difference between us…

Before all this, yeah he was several inches taller than me but now, if I looked hard, it seemed that his palms were bigger than my head.

And while I was distracted over the feelings churning in my stomach, the bars returned to their original place. I can’t help the way I grasp at the cold, cylindrical metal.

"You're not gonna get out unless he lets you." His voice echoes in the otherwise empty room. Right, an over-sized, fucked up Foolish.

"Right of course, um quick question, was he lying when he said that you asked for me to be here?" I turn around, though leaning on the bars for support, I try to hold my stare but he's not even looking at me.

"... yes."

I try to even my breathing but it's not working, biting at my nails as I try to not think about what he means by that. By what any of this means.

"Good, okay good, you two are in there together, makes this part easier. Foolish here already knows the gist but you two have one hour to copulate before the room is filled with plenty of gases that'll melt your eyes. Fun, huh? Anyways, take your time, absolutely no rush. Love ya." And with a click, the system had been turned off and there was no one else to talk to except for Foolish.

Foolish who said it had to be me.

The Foolish with pants that had been on the dangerous edge of falling even further from his waist, even laying down.

The same Foolish I now had to fuck.

"I cannot believe this. I can't-" I would throw up, truly I would, but I don't even remember the last time I ate. I was too nervous for our date and figured he'd have something there but then… this happened. But right now, Foolish is sitting up and is thoroughly embarrassed. Humiliated probably. Ashamed, maybe.

"I shouldn't have asked for you. I should've- he offered it was either a complete stranger or someone I was close to. And I don't know why I said your name but please-" his eyes turn to mine, hands coming up to reach for me but he stops himself, stops himself when he sees me move. "You have to believe me when I say I am so sorry, I didn't want any of this to happen."

My lip is definitely bleeding from how hard I'm biting it. Fuck.

"Did you know him?" I can't even look at him properly, staring down at his hands grasping at the loose pants. "Did you ask him to do this to you?"

"No! Why would I want this? How-" he keeps choking up, "how would I even know him? This entire thing is crazy. I don't even know what they did to me- shit, what did they do to me?" I hold up my hands and limp my way towards him. Despite being forcibly changed into something entirely different, he's still Foolish. He's still the cute, charismatic barista. He's just. Golden. And larger.

Standing next to him, I hesitate but I lay my hands on his shoulders, fuck, they look tiny on his body. But all the same, he looks into my eyes, his own dripping with tears with wobbly lips. "This is not-" I wince, "this is less than ideal but seeing as you're probably not human, we should, um. Should probably do what the crazy person says." And this is the first time he looks away from me, one of his hands coming up to tentatively cover mine laying on his shoulder.

"We could probably take him on." He says, eyes darting around anywhere besides my face.

"Not really."

"But you uh, know I've changed, like I'm taller and it's- well- it's probably not going to… fit in. Fit inside of you." Holy shit. That is-

That should not have been as hot in these circumstances.

"We'll manage." Mumbling underneath my breath, I move my hands to cusp his jaw and tilt his head back, "tell me if I do something you don't like." And he nods in my hands, eyelids fluttering shut as he lets me move closer to him.

I place a gentle kiss against his cheek, moving my hands down his chest, feeling him for the first time. I couldn't imagine what he's feeling right now. My hands move the final hand grasping at the pants, lips touching his as my finger tips graze something warm. His whole body jolts and one of his hands jumps to my hip, squeezing gently as he shakily breathes out.

Everything about this situation is fucked but it is Foolish. I trust him enough. I like him!

And my insides are all melted, my knees feel like gelatin, and I can't look away from his face, watching him react to my touch. Watch his mouth drop open against mine when my hands could barely wrap around him all the way, listening to him moan and press kisses along my skin feverishly. Feeling completely enamored with him. Safe as I could be.

At some point, kneeling before him with my mouth barely wrapped around his tip, lapping at his piss slit and all around the head. I could hardly hold back from touching myself, though I gave full reign to Foolish. Letting him hold my hair back and seeing out of the corner of my eye as he fisted the sheets by his thigh, hand flexing and the veins appearing underneath his skin.

I moaned around his cock, hand dipping below my jeans, pleasuring myself, why not? Course, Foolish had to pull my mouth off of him, breathing heavily as he twitched in the air. "That's not fa- fuck, that wasn't fair." He says, looking at me with dark green eyes, pupils somehow blown out more than I could understand.

"Wanna make it fair?" I ask, blinking as innocently as I could.

And maybe it wasn't such a good idea, he switched positions with me and I couldn't hold back any noises, every moan, every whine I let out for him. Everything I did, I wanted him to know it was for him. With my legs over his broad shoulders, I let him have me any way he wanted.

And looking into his eyes after cumming for the second time, I gave him a nod. This needed to happen now. And not just for some experiment. I needed this to happen with him.

And yeah, with his skin being metal and golden and being almost twice my size, with him like this. I'll make it worth his while.

He moves to his knees on the bed, rubbing his cock between my thighs and both of us groan. "If you're not inside of me Foolish I swear-" and the head of his cock pushes at my hole, and I swear I thought I was going to tear around his cock. My eyes fly open and though his mouth had dropped open and he was shaking his head.

"It's not, ha-aah, it's not going to fit in right now," and he's biting back moans, if I focus on anything else, I can see his jaw close and shut and know he's a wreck, whining from the overwhelming sensation.

"Just try, baby," I croak, fisting the sheets just like he had. We need to do this and as long as we get out of here alive, we can figure out aftercare then. He nods and pressed again, and inch by inch, minute by agonizing minute, and fucking hell, he just fills and stretches me and it burns but I like it.

Crying out, I dug my nails into his skin, his skin though looked metal, still felt somewhat like skin. Didn't seem to hurt him, but he stopped moving, stopped everything and leaned over me with ease, hands looking my body over and asking in a quiet voice what he did wrong.

Shaking my head, I pat his arms. "I'm fine, just- fuck, keep going," and he dips his head by mine, groaning into my ear. Hands coming up to brace himself and I'm not going to lie, the feeling is something else, his giant body covering mine with his cock nestled inside of me.

"I'll make it up to you," he mutters, "I swear I will."

"Fuck me good and we're even." I try to grin but then he pulls back his hips and snaps them forward, burying himself back inside me. The feeling? Too good, too much, too fast. And he keeps going, fucking into me and groaning into my ear and when his tongue reaches out and trailed from my jawline to my mouth, I could've cried. I open my mouth up to him, letting him kiss a bruise on my lips, breathing through my nose against his cheek. I could barely hold myself together as he started to go faster.

"I'm gonna cum- whe- where can I cum?" He doesn't slow down but he does pull away, hovering his mouth just above mine, eyes closed.

I could hardly say it but he heard it just fine, his head falling and resting against my collar bone, thrusting inside faster and faster until it felt like he was literally rearranging my fucking organs. My mouth falls open, a silent scream rippling through me as an orgasm is ripped from me, Foolish following close behind. And it's an addictive feeling, being filled by someone so much bigger than me.

Foolish leaned on his forearms, breathing into the skin of my neck as my body relaxed into jelly.

As the system turns back on, there is a pop of confetti falling down from the ceiling and just as the motherfucker explained how he knew we were going to be just fine, a red fog fills the room and I'm susceptible to sleep.

"I guess I'm just… stuck like this." I'm threading my fingers through his hair, holding the somewhat giant in my arms as we process what we went through.

When we both woke up, we were dressed in sleeping clothes and in his bed. Both of his beloved pets were sleeping in their beds. But he'd remained the same. Bigger than normal, golden but firm skin. He couldn't possibly go outside like this. He himself said it.

"I didn't want- you know, it wasn't supposed to go like that. You know, our first time together?" He whispers in the quiet, cold air.

"I know. I know you didn't." I have to reassure him, we both didn't want any of that happening.

We didn't fall back asleep that night and he doesn't let go of me.

#ktober 22 #c: foolish #k: monster #au: coffee shop #au: f or die #k: size kink

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mafiatsunafish · 1 year

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Guanyu owns a quaint but also very popular coffee shop that tend to give out small gifts for the local university near by and George is a business student who can’t cook to safe his life from the very same uni

They are neighbors and have diner together

(Toto is the business professor and a regular at the coffee shop)

#zhou guanyu #george russell #coffeshop #au: college #au: coffee shop #f1 #headcanons #Five times Guanyu heard his customers’ stories and one time someone tell him their #snippet from my coffee au for this lovely ship #russzhou #toto wolff #fishy.hc

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canisalbus · 8 months

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✦ Coffee Shop AU ✦

#own art #own characters #CanisAlbus #art #artists on tumblr #Vasco #Machete #anthro #sighthound #dogs #canine #animals #comics #he's been trying to work up the courage to break the ice for a week and a half #Vasco figured out on day four #I don't actually know anything about coffee or what you do on coffee shop aus this was inspired by an anon ask #I like to think he's well off enough to treat himself and that's an Armani coat

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kishdoodles · 6 months

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Nobody gets them like I do.

#this is what coffee shop aus are like right #art #doodle #doodles #mspaint #zombiecleo #ethoslab #smallishbeans #mcyt #trafficblr #traffic smp #clethubs #cletho #dude i was so fucking delirious why did i tag clethubs instead of cletho #whatever

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puppyaulait · 5 months

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Coffee shop AU

#bnha #my art #myart #my hero academia #mha #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #shoto todoroki #ochako uraraka #midoriya izuku #fumikage tokoyami #hanta sero #jirou kyouka #yaomomo yaozoru #ojiro mashirao #mina ashido #aoyama yuuga #satou rikidou #coffee shop au

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emry-stars-art · 19 days

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Coffee shop shenanigans from my own version of the trope 😌

#I drew this. I think at the very end of last year #if I posted it already I apologize #but Neil! you can’t just say stuff like that #you’re gonna KILL the barista #fan art #my art #aftg #all for the game #coffee shop au #neil josten #andrew minyard

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cyani07 · 8 months

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two different kinds of tntduo AUs

#mcyt #tntduo #quackity #wilbur soot #coffee shop au and a religious trauma stigmata au ermmm anways #sorry im kind of out of it tonight hope its good enough though #my art

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sky-kiss · 6 months

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Raphael x Tav College AU

A/N: Was talking with @molinaesque. Was consumed by the need for a coffeeshop AU. Also. Shadowheart and Astarion, my beloved.

The College is 30 Minutes from Here. It's Noon. He's Down Bad.

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“Darling, he’s back.”

Astarion does not say this silently. Astarion doesn’t say or do anything silently, so there’s no real reason for Tav to be surprised. The elf cocks his hip against the counter, tapping a finger to a tune only he hears. The shop is bustling, but he’s chosen not to help. Shadowheart shifts beside him, chin resting in her palm.

“You really should say something,” she says, also opting not to work. She leans back against Astarion, and the elf shifts to wind an arm around her. HR is going to have fucking field day. Again. “He’s…of a certain age. That much caffeine can’t be good for his heart.”

“If he gets what he wants, the caffeine will be the least of his heart’s worries.” Her friend chews the inside of his cheek and considers. “I almost want her to accept, don’t you? He’s swanned about for long; he almost deserves it.”

“I am curious; he has that build, you know.”

“I do know.”

Tav shoots them both a dark look. She doesn’t need to see her reflection to know there’s a violent blush in her cheeks. They’re burning. She has half a mind to sink into the ground. Or pray for death. “Will you both please be civil?”

“Oh, darling,” Astarion says, “Of course not.”

That one’s on her. She shouldn’t have expected anything else. Tav shakes her head, turning her attention back to the line. Professor Raphael is loitering near the back, glasses set on the tip of his nose. He’d confessed to her once, months ago, that he didn’t need them; it was purely for aesthetic purposes. People expected as much from a tenured professor, and he intended to play into those stereotypes. It hardly explains the rest of him.

He’s handsome. In fact, handsome is an understatement. It’s unfair; it’s rude, and in darker moments, alone in the shitty studio Tav shares with Shadowheart, it makes her want to scream. The gods blessed academics with brains; it came at the cost of their looks. And then there’s fucking Raphael, in his tailored suits, with his perfectly mussed brown hair and pretty eyes, and her whole world view goes topsy-turvy.

Asshole.

It’s another ten minutes before he reaches the counter. Astarion and Shadowheart have gone back to work (shocking), but she feels their attention shift to her. Tav clears her throat, painting on a smile, trying to look surprised. Like he hadn’t stopped in for a quick espresso before class that morning.

“Professor! I didn’t expect to see you again so soon!”

“Not,” Shadowheart chimes in, “That she’s complaining.”

Tav considers the implications of firing one’s roommate. “We are always happy to see repeat customers.”

He smiles, plucking the glasses from his nose. Tav tries to keep the bottom from falling out of her stomach. She fails. His hands are long-fingered and elegant, and he’s just…the whole thing is a lot. It’s a lot. “My dear, if you were aware of only half of the papers I've been asked to evaluate…you would understand my need for this…outlet.”

“That bad?”

“A massacre of the English tongue.”

Astarion presses beside her, sliding the professor’s espresso (which he has yet to order) across the counter, “You know, our sweet Tav was something of an English expert.” She pinches Astarion hard. “Ow! It’s true. Gods, you vicious little beast! Perhaps if you need a second set of eyes…”

Raphael cocks his head to the side. “A charming suggestion. Impossible, but charming.”

“You see, Astarion,” she elbows him back towards the steamer. “He’s impossible.” Tav scrubs a hand through her hair. The color is back in her cheeks, and he must see it. The strange thing is he seems to have softened. “I’m sorry…he’s…they’re…”

“I understand, my dear.”

His accent does funny things to her insides. Like horrible, awful, dizzy things. Tav chews the inside of her cheek, indicating the coffee, “This one is on me; you’re here so often. And you have all those essays.”

“No, I cannot accept.”

“Please.” Something dark flashes in those pretty eyes. Raphael nods, holding her gaze. The bastard slips the bills into the tip jar, smirking at her. So proud of himself. Tav rolls her eyes. “Very clever.”

“I thought it was an excellent move.” The professor tips her a wink. He turns to go.

“Professor?”

He stops, chuckling. “Raphael, please.”

“Raphael,” she brushes a stray piece of hair back from her forehead. “Do you um…live near here or something? The college is a little…” she makes a vague gesture with her hands. It’s meant to approximate the distance, but it…doesn’t.

“Not at all.” Raphael holds up his cup in salute. “But I’m willing to sacrifice the time for the…quality of this fine establishment.” He dips his chin, dropping into a half bow that would look ridiculous on a less charismatic man. “Until tomorrow, my dear.”

Tav stares after him long after he’s disappeared. Her head is doing that buzzing thing, which is probably why she doesn’t realize her friends have pressed in on either side of her. Shadowheart flicks Tav’s cheek.

“You do realize what you have to do, yes?”

She knows the answer. Oh, god, she knows what they’re going to say, and she dreads it. “Yeah. I know.”

And the little shits say it together like it's a bad romantic comedy. “You have to fuck him.”

“I have to fuck him.”

#raphael x tav #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #au: coffee shop #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #shadowheart #astarion #my writing #it's crack #BUT I WAS CONSUMED WITH THE NEED #god it was liberating to write modern stuff again lol

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