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calico-kiwi · 4 months

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The Coffee Trials

Chapter 4: Quest Unlocked: BananaJam in the Target

Fandom: Maribat (Miraculous Ladybug x DC)

Tags: Tim Drake/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Original Character, fluff & Shenanigans, no plot & no update schedule

Work Summary: Both Tim Drake and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are incredibly successful and busy people. Two people who both view coffee as their lifeblood. When they find themselves needing each other to obtain ultimate coffee rights at their favorite cafe, two total strangers become allies. And friends. And perhaps eventually… something more.

Chapter Summary: Skye reveals the quest Tim and Marinette must complete in order to earn their first hint. Shenanigans ensue, as they always should.

Links: ao3 work, ao3 chapter, First Chapter, Previous Chapter

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“Your quest,” Skye begins, “is…”

“To film a video in the cereal aisle of a Target with one or both of you dancing in a banana suit wearing sunglasses.”

Tim and Marinette are left standing there, speechless.

“Tim, I’m never letting you spin the wheel again,” Marinette deadpans.

“How the fuck did you manage to come up with that idea!?” Tim asks Skye incredulously, ignoring Marinette’s comment.

Skye simply shrugs, answering, “My sleep paralysis demon is easier to deal with if I imagine he’s a funny silly goofy little guy doing funny silly goofy little things.”

“I guess?” Tim says. “Ok,” he continues, “where the fuck are we supposed to get a banana suit though?”

Marinette sheepishly raises her hand. “Um-” she starts. Thinking to herself, ‘Oh my kwami I can’t believe I’m about to admit this,’ she tells them, “I… actually already have a banana suit somewhere in my apartment.

This, at least, seems to be the first piece of information to visibly shock Skye, and Tim too holds a certain look of bewilderment.

‘Damn Adrien and his stupid Banana Noir costume that he managed to get shipped with the rest of my things when I moved to Gotham. I can’t believe that mangey cat’s prank actually paid off,’ Marinette thinks. ‘Damn you Agreste, but also thank you.’

“It’s… a long story,” she says, wincing. “But the face is covered. Would it still count?”

Skye, over their initial shock, smiles. “Hey, I’m not one to judge. I think the fact you have that lying around is hilarious, regardless of the reason. And yeah, even with the face covered, that’ll work. Add the sunglasses on top of the costume in that case. Just make sure you address the camera at some point in the video so I can hear your voice and confirm it’s one of you. You don’t both have to dance in banana suits, so if one of you chooses to be the person taking the video instead, just be in-frame for a portion of the video so I can confirm you’re there as well.”

Steeling herself for the embarrassment to come, she sighs out, “Alright then. I guess we’re doing this.”

Tim leans over to show her his phone, and looking down, Marinette can see the Target website pulled up. “There’s a Target a couple of blocks away from here that closes at 11:00. It’s only 9:30 right now so that gives us an hour and a half if you wanted to just get this done tonight.”

Marinette elects to ignore the chill that goes down her spine at having Tim speak so close to her ear.

“I don’t live too far from here, so I can grab the costume and sunglasses to meet you there at like 10:15ish?” she offers.

Nodding, Tim answers, “Perfect. I’ll text you the address. If you don’t mind, can I be the one to wear the banana suit? I, uh, would rather have my face covered. Honestly with my reputation I don’t think too many people would question it, but I’d rather not draw attention to myself at the moment.”

“Sure,” Marinette agrees. She’d done her fair share of research about Gotham before moving, so it hadn’t taken her long to realize Tim was pretty famous here in America. She wouldn’t bring it up because, quite frankly, she knows enough famous people at this point to not really care.

Turning back towards Skye, who is currently erasing the “Q#3” option from The Wheel of Punishments and writing “spin again” in its place, Marinette announces, “I’m gonna head out now Skye. We’ll probably be back to show you the video, “ she looks back over at Tim, “around elevenish?”

Tim gives a thumbs up, confirming, “Yeah, around 11:00.”

With that, Marinette says goodbye and heads back to her apartment. It’s not until she’s finally back home and staring at the closet with the banana suit that the full absurdity of the situation reaches her.

Tikki, who had been sitting idle in her purse, flies out. Giggling, she asks, “Having fun? You look a little shell shocked.”

Slowly running a hand down her face Marinette mumbles, “What even is my life…”

Floating higher to gently pat Marinette on the head, the kwami states, “It’s all a part of the universe trying to balance out the energy you emit. Having such prolonged contact with the Ladybug miraculous and being my holder has imbued you with my creation energy and good luck. So the world around you tends to be filled with chaos to balance out the luck you pour into whatever space you’re in.”

As Marinette sighs Tikki adds, laughing, “You also happen to be drawn to very chaotic people. Though I’m not sure if that’s a side effect or if it’s purely you.”

Thinking back to her earlier childhood and the mischief she, Nino, and Kim would get up to, she admits, defeated, “I think it’s just a me thing.”

Nudging her towards the closet Tikki urges, “Hurry up now, don’t want to keep Tim waiting.” There’s a knowing glint in the kwami’s eye as she says Tim’s name. Marinette thinks it’s best not to dwell on that particular detail.

Sifting through the things in the closet, Marinette finally finds the banana suit buried behind boxes of umbrellas which Adrien had also managed to ship to her apartment.

Her relationship with Adrien has been a bit of a roller coaster. Eventually though, they realized both in and out of the suits, they preferred to stay just friends. After everything they’d been through, not even their identity reveal was enough to persuade either of them to pursue a romantic relationship with each other. Hell, even Alya and Nino admitted that they acted more like siblings than anything else.

The comfort from working as partners for so long, finally having revealed their identities, realizing they were already close friends out of the suit, and the fact any romance between them had effectively been thrown out the window had led to them confessing how they each came to fall for the other. And, consequently, un-fall for each other.

She almost smothered Adrien in pillows when he wouldn’t stop laughing at her for an umbrella being the cat -alyst for her past crush on him. He, even now, refused to let her live it down.

Smiling at the memories, Marinette pulls the banana suit out of the closet.

“And here it is in all its bright yellow glory,” she mused, looking over to Tikki.

Flying back towards her with sunglasses, Tikki laughs. “Ever think this would come in handy?”

Shaking her head and taking the sunglasses from Tikki, she replies, “Didn’t have the faintest clue. I swear though if Adrien finds out I actually needed this god awful costume for something I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Stuffing the sunglasses in her purse and folding up the suit as best she can, Marinette motions for her kwami to follow her. “Alright Tikki, let’s get going. I have a feeling this’ll be a long night.”

Twenty minutes later she finds herself in the mostly empty parking lot of her local Target. She’d sent a text to Tim letting him know she was there.

As she was absentmindedly drumming her fingers against the steering wheel, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Taking it out and glancing at the screen, she realized Tim was calling her. Raising her eyebrow, she hit the accept button and held the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” she asks.

“Ok so,” Tim starts. The way he says the words has Marinette already feeling like face palming. “I’m here, but I realize we didn’t really think of the fact I still need to change into the banana suit. We could meet up at the cafe instead, have me change, and then we come back here, but that’s cutting it close to when Target closes… By any chance would your car have tinted windows?”

Tentatively, Marinette asks, “… You’re telling me your car doesn’t have tinted windows?” She made sure the disbelief was clear in her voice. Honestly, she’d thought one of Gotham’s well known elites would’ve taken more precautions.

“Well it does,” Tim says, and Marinette can already hear the unsaid ‘ but ’ in his sentence. “ But ! I didn’t really take my car here…”

Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, Marinette questions, “How did you get here then?”

“Motorcycle,” was his simple answer.

“Ah,” was all she said in reply. “Lucky for you that the car I’m leasing has tinted windows, then. I’m basically five rows away from the front of the Target. There aren’t any other cars around me so you should be able to find me pretty easily.”

“Yeah I think I see you. Your car’s dark grey, right?” Tim asks.

As Marinette tells him, “Yep,” she sees someone with Tim’s same outfit, hair, and build walking towards her car. “I think I see you too,” she tells him.

As the person takes a few more steps towards the car, Marinette can see it’s Tim and rolls down her window. “You can change in the back while I stand outside. The suit’s already in the second row, and I can give you the glasses when we get inside Target,” she says in lieu of greeting.

“Y’know,” Tim says as he climbs into the back seat, “you’re weirdly trusting to let someone you’ve known for less than a month be left alone in your car. “Not that I would do anything,” he adds hastily.

As she steps out of the car, Marinette smiles at him and says, “I tend to trust my intuition when it comes to people and their intentions. Something tells me you won’t steal or vandalize my car.”

Closing the door she bites back the unsaid part of that statement, which was, ‘One of the side effects of being the Guardian lets me see if people have harmful intentions through their aura, and you’re in the clear.’

When Tim steps out of the car Marinette chokes back a laugh. The suit, which had fit a previously teenage Banana Noir, looked laughably small on Tim. Tim wasn’t necessarily a very tall man, but it was obvious that the roughly 180 centimeters of him was far too big for a children’s costume. The yellow tights and the long sleeve undershirt were all but abandoned, presumably too tight for Tim to fit into.

Marinette had guessed as much, which is why she’d made a quick alteration on the gloves using the little time she’d had. Somehow they looked even more ridiculous as fingerless gloves.

Instead of the yellow tights, Tim wore his faded jeans, and instead of the undershirt, the sleeves of his white t-shirt could be seen. The rest of his arms were exposed, but Marinette elected to ignore that. She wasn’t sure she had enough self control to not switch from laughing at his ridiculousness to drooling at his muscles.

“How bad is it?” comes Tim’s muffled voice through the banana suit.

Still trying with all her will to not die on the spot from laughter, Marinette wheezes out, “It’s perfect.” Still smiling ear to ear and biting on her tongue to stop herself from losing it, Marinette pulls out the sunglasses and places it over the banana’s soulless, all seeing eyes.

Stepping back, Marinette doubles over in her attempt to not collapse into a laughing fit. “Oh my Gods,” she breathes out in a small voice.

“Ok, well while you have fun losing your shit over this, let’s head for the Target so I can take this potassium monstrosity off as soon as possible.” Gently pulling her along by the wrist, Tim drags a (still hysterical) Marinette towards the entrance of the store.

By the time they’ve walked through the door, Marinette has gathered herself enough to walk normally (though she would giggle every few seconds before slapping a hand over her mouth.

As they make their way towards the cereal aisle, Marinette is suddenly struck with a brilliant idea. “Tim,” she whispers, coming to a sudden stop and yanking on his arm so he does the same. He slowly turns around to face her and Marinette forces herself to look at his Converse instead to stop from bursting out laughing at the ridiculous banana face.

“I know exactly what song you can dance to,” she says mysteriously. She quickly tugs him the rest of the way to the cereal aisle (dutifully ignoring the bewildered stares of the other shoppers and various employees they pass) before depositing him in the middle of the aisle.

“Can I borrow your phone to record? I need mine to play the music,” Marinette asks. Wordlessly, Tim hands over his phone, already opened to the camera app, and Marinette takes a few steps back.

“Ok, just stand there and be ready,” she instructs. “As soon as I play the song you’ll know exactly what to do, don’t worry.”

Once she gets a muffled and confused, “Sure?” from Tim, she holds the phone vertically, makes sure the front facing camera is on, and hits record.

Making a show of holding her own phone next to her mouth with her other hand and visibly fending off laughter, Marinette says clearly, “Hey Siri, play the macarena-”

When the first note hits, Marinette flips the camera so it’s recording Tim. The phone speaker rings out, “Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena-” and Marinette can be heard manically laughing in the background as banana Tim dances to the song.

“Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena-” Tim continues to dance and the camera is visibly shaking as Marinette breaks down in a fit of laughter.

“Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena-” Tim’s movements are unnecessarily exaggerated and Marinette can still be heard maniacally cackling as the camera tilts, presumably because Marinette is leaning against the shelving of the cereal aisle to stay upright.

As the final line of the chorus rings out, “Hey Macarena, ay-” Tim sassily places both hands on his hips and slowly rotates them in a circle, still using exaggerated movement.

Just before the song finishes, a random shopper from behind Marinette can be heard shouting, “GO WHITE BOY GO!” which leads to Tim, with one hand still on his hip and the other pointing at the stranger, exclaiming, “Thank you random citizen!” in an attempt to copy the voice of Metro Man from Megamind.

The video ends with Marinette crying laughing, having fallen on her knees, sinking to the floor.

Tim shakes his head in exasperation (or at least Marinette thinks that’s what he’s doing, it’s hard to tell with the suit on). But seeing as how the head of the banana suit doesn’t turn, all that happens is the whole banana body shaking.

This, of course, does not help Marinette’s laugh attack, and Tim is forced to hoist her up and be used as a human (banana?) crutch for her to lean against as they exit the target.

Once they make it to the car, Marinette, who is thankfully no longer hysterical, unlocks her car so Tim can change in the back seat. Thankfully by the time he emerges, she’s calmed down enough to only be smiling.

“I want you to send me that video, because I honest to gods don’t think anything else has ever made me laugh so hard ever. It’s probably partially from the lack of caffeine but oh my gods .”

She’s so glad Tim doesn’t seem the slightest bit off put that he's just done something most people would find mortifyingly embarrassing, or that she’s laughing her ass off at him.

“Sure. On the condition that whatever crazy quest Skye sends us on next has you be the main focus,” Tim bargains, giving a teasing smile.

Smirking, Marinette says, “Easiest deal of my life. Meet you back at the coffee shop? I got a feeling Skye’s gonna get even more of a kick out of this than me.

Still smiling at her, he says, “See you there.”

Marinette really hopes Tim turned away fast enough to not see the blush that crept up her face after he smiled at her like that. If he looked at her so softly again she wasn’t sure she’d be able to muster up enough denial to ignore the beginnings of the feelings she was starting to have.

When they got back to the cafe and showed Skye the video, the barista took even longer to stop laughing than Marinette.

It got to a point where the two were genuinely scared for Skye’s health, because when he heard ‘go white boy go’ he collapsed on the counter rasping out things along the lines of ‘can’t breath’ and ‘oh my god I’m gonna die’.

Once Skye recovered, the smile stayed on their face the rest of the night. “I want you to send me that video,” she said. “Also, congratulations you’ve passed the quest! The first ingredient hint is espresso shots.”

Marinette saw Tim’s eye twitch out of the corner of her eye. “We did that to get the hint espresso shots as an ingredient for one of your most caffeinated drinks ?!”

Raising an eyebrow Skye shrugged. “Hey man, you spun the wheel, that’s your fault. The hints are in a predetermined order, so that’s the hint you would’ve gotten regardless of what you were saddled with in order to earn it.”

Tim sighed as Marinette reiterated her sentiment from earlier in the night, “Never letting you spin the wheel again.”

Stealing one of the uneaten cookies from a display case, Skye says, “You guys only have tomorrow to show me your weekly attempt before things are reset, by the way. Once Sunday hits it restart the week, and you’ll have access to earn another hint and another attempt at showing me what you guys’ve created.”

Looking over at Tim, Marinette suggests, “Well, I don’t know about you but I don’t think I have enough general knowledge on the making of drinks or of the ingredient list to throw together an attempt.”

“I don’t think I do either,” Tim adds, “How about we reconvene on Sunday to see whatever ludicrous thing Skye plans for us to do to get a hint.”

Smiling tiredly, Marinette nods. “Sounds good to me. I’m gonna head home.” She says goodbye to Skye and Tim, then heads to her apartment.

Flying out of her purse once Marinette’s inside, Tikki giggles. “Quite an adventure today,” the kwami muses.

“It certainly was-” Interrupted by the chime of her phone, Marinette pulls it out of her pocket and looks at the screen. It’s a message from Tim, with the video of him dancing in Target attached. Marinette snorts, screenshotting a frame in the video to set as Tim’s contact photo.

She takes another screenshot of Tim’s updated contact and sends it to him. ‘Would u believe me if i told u ur the second person to need to use that banana suit’ she texts to him.

‘ur jokling’ he replies. ‘wish i was, that thing is, as you so eloquently put it, “a potassium monstrosity”’ she sends back.

‘Idk i think i pulled it off’ Tim sends. Marinette laughs before sending, ‘no clue how u managed to do that tbh. but hey if u ever wanna model smth hmu. if u can pull off a banana suit i can only imagine how well ur modeling career would be’

Marinette could almost hear the smirk in his next text. ‘Oh so ur imagining me now r u?’ Marinette rolls her eyes before responding, ‘Oh, so ur getting cocky now, r u? If ur in my dreams it’ll be as a dancing banana, don’t get ahead of yourself’

Tim’s message after that made Marinette’s heart melt a bit, though she’d never tell him that. ‘Well i hope u have sweet ones’ ‘dreams that is’

‘gn my dancing banana’ she sent, smiling down at her phone.

‘gn coffee thief’

Marinette collapsed and was unconscious the second her head hit the pillow. She chalked the fact that she fell asleep so easily up to the overexertion from laughing so much and the general craziness of the day.

It definitely had nothing to do with the ball of content that sat comfortably in her stomach, which was warming her heart. And that content certainly had nothing to do with the unfairly attractive dancing banana she’d somehow found herself stuck with.

AN: Forgive my many spelling mistakes, I have the horrible tendency to only write for this fic in the dead of night. i have this fic on ao3, but I realized I never posted it to tumblr as more than a link. if you wanna keep up with it, but dont wanna subscribe to it on ao3, just ask to be added to the taglist either through this post or an ask to my blog and I'll keep you updated!

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duskyashe · 2 months

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Because apparently this is my fault, I'm posting this Miraculous Ladybug X DC prompt for anyone to use, but more specifically for @the-coffee-fandom 😉😂

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Roy Harper has a secret, one he keeps from Oliver, from the old Titans, even from his fellow Outlaws. Roy likes to sew. Now, he can't exactly follow a pattern, and he definitely doesn't know the difference between a dart or a pleat, but his baby girl doesn't care about that. She's just happy that her princess dresses and superhero costumes look so much more like the real things than the store bought, mass produced things her classmates have to wear. But when he bumps into a five foot nothing young woman in the only fabric store in town open past 8pm, well. Maybe it's about time he finally learns the difference between front stitching and chain stitching, yeah?

TLDR, Roy Harper is a self taught hobbyist seamster who meets Marinette Dupein-Cheng in a fabric store.

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If you decide to fill this prompt, please drop a link in the comments or reblog this post so I can read it!

#maribat #dc x mlb #roynette #fanfiction prompts #mlb x dc fanfic prompt #Roy Harper has a vast array of skills he doesn't exactly advertise #sewing is one of them #why? because i said so #actually no coffee said so in the Timari discord server #because i go by “Real Life Roy Harper” and I keep sharing pics of things I'm sewing lol #but seriously let's make this a thing!#Roy Harper should totally customize clothes and costumes for his daughter!

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1okided · 3 months

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friendlyweds

Go read if u want

#maribat #mlb x dc #art #fanfic #platonic #timinette #timari #dc x mlb

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ggomos-maribat · 2 years

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The Assistant Poser

For the wonderful @miraculousmelodies

Tim was hanging by a thread. He forgot that his assistant was out for the day, so he had to do the legwork, the coffee-making and work sorting. While Tam did send an email saying she was bringing in a substitute, said substitute hadn't arrived yet, leaving him to deal with the work tornado.

He burst back into his office in fuzzy rabbit slippers, neglecting his misaligned tie and tousled hair that was attacked way too many times by his weaving fingers. The company was having a partner project with a fashion house and a meeting for it was set for that afternoon.

He cursed, remembering that he forgot an important post-it on Tam's desk and hurried back out. At that moment, he saw a short professionally-dressed woman coming towards him.

Tim sighed in relief. "You must be the assistant. Thank god you're here." He shoved the stack papers in her hands. "Have these sorted out A.S.A.P. and please get me a large cup of iced coffee---"

The woman blinked at him. "Wait---"

"Right! My order is a large caramel macchiato with one half soy milk, and one half whole milk, six and one quarter pumps of vanilla, caramel drizzled on top---"

"I don't think you---"

"But no caramel on the sides please. Those are so hard to reach sometimes. Oh, and add five shots of espresso, whipped cream on top and a sprinkle of cinnamon." He paused with a yawn. "Did you get all of that?"

His temporary assistant raised an eyebrow. "A large caramel macchiato with one half soy milk, one half whole milk, six and one quarter pumps of vanilla, caramel drizzled on top but not on the sides, five shots of espresso, whipped cream on top and a sprinkle of cinnamon."

"Also, please go over the files we'll be using for the meeting with Venus Fashions today and check if there's a typo because I cannot afford to embarrass myself and this company in front of their representative." He ushered her out for her to do her work. It was roughly four hours before their scheduled meeting and he still had to change.

Tim slumped on his office chair after he was finally alone. He mentally reminded himself not to work without an assistant ever again.

The woman came back no more than fifteen minutes after. She got his order perfect, down to a tee, and his sleep-deprived self couldn't be any more grateful. "I'm really sorry. I didn't get your name last time." He gave her a small smile.

"Umm . . . Marinette." She plopped down the sorted files on the edge of his desk. "By the way, there is a misspelling on the VF contract. 'Plait' is supposed to be 'plaid'."

"Oh, thanks for catching that. Can you shoot an email to the other staff to have them correct and reprint the documents?"

Marinette examined him for a minute before saying, "Sure thing."

"And errr, from your standpoint, do you think WE's offers are feasible?" Tim ran a hand through his hair for the hundredth time that day. "I'm scared Venus isn't going to accept. They're pretty picky with the companies they partner up with and . . . this is just a personal thing, okay? But I'm a huge fan of their products and scheme so I can't ruin this deal."

Marinette chuckled. "Don't worry. I think the contract will appease them. And this is Wayne Enterprises. Who are they to decline them?"

They went over more files before Marinette went out again to do work of her own. Tim stretched on his chair. She was a literal godsend to him---proficient and detail-oriented as an assistant. Maybe he could consider getting her an official position in WE when Tam comes back.

As his heavy-lidded eyes stared at the screen in front him, his gaze caught the email Tam sent in early that morning.

. . . inform you that I was not able to get you a substitute assistant so you will have to . . .

Not able to get . . .

Tim practically leapt out of his seat, reading the words over and over again. Fuck! If Tam didn't get an assistant, then who . . .?

He dug into their files for Venus Fashions and prayed. He realized that Marinette's face was extremely familiar and he hoped that the reason why wasn't what he was thinking.

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Marinette flipped through the pages inside the folder as they waited in the conference room. "Adrien? Do I look like an assistant?"

Adrien pushed his glasses up his nose. "No . . .? You look like the usual. I look more like an assistant." He gave her a pointed look. "But I told you your shoes are weird."

She scoffed, skimming through the contract again. After all those years, fate truly had done a whirlwind on her life. She thought she'd be living her childhood dream as a fashion designer, but instead, she got into modeling---gaining a massive interest in it---and became a shareholder and representative of Venus Fashions.

"Hey, I like my shoes," she retorted.

"Why? What did you do?"

"Me?" She grinned innocently. "I did nothing."

"No you did. I can tell." Adrien clicked his pen repeatedly. "You went to the cafe downstairs, ordered a drink that looked like it could poison you, and I never saw you drink it. And then you disappeared for like, an hour."

"Ehh, I'll tell you about it later."

Her gaze went into the walls of the room. The walls were electronically switched to be transparent at that moment. She could see the CEO Tim Drake visibly freaking out outside, with his employees trying to calm him down. He was dressed more appropriately compared to before, but his dark circles and messy hair stayed the same.

When he opened the door and saw her, he blanched right away.

Adrien stood up. "Mr. Drake. It's a pleasure to meet you." He shook hands with a silently panicking Tim. "Adrien Graham de Vanily. Assistant Representative in Venus Fashions. This is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, our main representative and the project co-leader."

Tim smiled stiffly at her. "Ye---yes. It's nice to meet you both too."

Throughout the meeting, Marinette noticed Tim stammering over his words occasionally and sneaking worried glances at her. Adrien would also side-eye her, but it spoke of confusion and reproach instead.

Monsieur Drake's probably dying to apologize, Marinette thought. Truth be told, she didn't mind that mishap. It was quite amusing.

She sat back and watched Tim accidentally drop his laser pointer while the other WE staff stared helplessly. Her fingers drummed on top of her lap. I think I'll be looking forward to this project.

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disaster-biraven · 4 months

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Masterlist

Hello! I'm Ollie (they/them), also known as Aquila or Vela/Vel. I love Maribat and am a majority Timari shipper. If you like my writing, feel free to tell me so on discord! You can find me in both these servers down below!

Ao3 ~ Timari Server

Sent to you - Ao3 Timari Soulmate

Sorry doesn't fix everything - Ao3 Daminette Hanahaki

Irides on tile - Ao3 Marinette x Your Choice Hanahaki

Is it okay if I still love you - Ao3 Timari Hanahaki

Popcorn and Camellias - Ao3 Dickinette Hanahaki

Mignonettes - Ao3 Stephanie x Marinette Hanahaki

The taste of Dahlias and Copper - Ao3 Jasonette Hanahaki

The Lazarus Problem (ongoing) Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 - Ao3 Jasonette Childhood Friends to Lovers

Love Notes - Ao3 Timari Masquerade/Secret Admirer

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jayphoenic · 10 months

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Maribat Masterlist 2

The Supreme Masterlist by @icerosecrystal

Masterlist by @neakco

Maribat Series Masterlist by @jinx-jade

Batman Rec Fic by @lurkinglurkerwholurks

Masterlist by @arty-shadow-morningstar

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meduarts · 1 year

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Finally! (One shot)

Pairing(s): Timothy Drake-Wayne/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Characters: Timothy Drake-Wayne, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and Original Female Character.

Summary: She was adamant to help her friend someone perfect for her. She saw her opportunity and gave them a little nudge. Thus, it begins. Will it finally work?

A/n: Inspired by my short prompt.

It was a regular busy morning for Graciela Kirovan the best barista in town, it was her unofficial reigning title for 5 years apparently. She didn't know how she landed herself with a coffee shop that she owned and somehow her shop brought so many couples together. Last time she checked, she didn't have any magic nor was she a meta.

She counted exactly 10 couples who were happily married that came to thank her for founding this coffee shop that led to their fateful encounter. She remembered those couples and their first meetings. She had even befriended them and they even invited her to their weddings.

It was the best feeling, she felt like cupid and her confidence rose. However, there's one thing that irked her and made her think that she had lost her mojo.

Ah! The subject of her thoughts came right on time to her shop. A beautifully petite woman came with a frazzled look. She gave the beautiful woman in front of her one of her warm smiles.

"Good Morning, Mari! The usuals?" She asked with a wink.

The woman, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, gave her a weak smile and nodded. It appears to be that she had a late night with her design project. Graciela had befriended the woman when she had first arrived in Gotham, looking for a place to have good coffee and perhaps a place to find inspiration for her designs.

Marinette had given her high praises for her brews and honestly, it made the cafe owner blush a few times. Marinette had confided that she was new in town and had no friends, well Graciela wasn't going to let that happen and offered her own hand in friendship.

Graciela then learned that Marinette is a famously known designer, however, preferred to hide behind her designer name to avoid attention. She learned that the girl came from Paris, France after the downfall of a villain that had held Paris under an emotional lockdown. That was news for the Gothamite, she didn't know that Paris has villains and superheroes.

Marinette then showed the fights that had occurred in France and introduced Graciela to the Parisian Superheroes. Ladybug was awesome. She became a fan. She would let Ladybug step on her and she would say thank you. Yes.

Anyways, Graciela then learned many things about Marinette's reason to move to Gotham. Learning about how her former friends treated her had Graciela's blood boiling. Since then, she had become fast friends with the designer to the point where she even let her stay after closing hours to let her immerse herself in her sketchbook.

"Thank you so much, Graciela. You have no idea how stressful this week had been for me." Marinette groaned as she roled her neck, the barista could even hear a few pops that made her wince.

"Ooof sounds like I need to up the caffeine. Go take a seat. I'll be sure to bring your orders when it is finished."

"Thanks Graciela you're an angel."

"I get that a lot." She winked and watched the sleep-deprived designer wobble her way to her usual seat. As she shout out the order another regular customer came to the counter in the same exact sleep-deprived state as Marinette was.

Wow, Deja vu much?

"Hey, Tim. Late night?" Graciela asked with a concerned smile.

"You have no idea." He whined and if it weren't for proper decorum, Graciela would bet her savings that Tim would collapse in front of her cashier right there and then. Graciela's eyes moved to where Marinette was sitting and a brilliant thought occurred in her head. Remember the thing that irked her so much that she thought he had lost her mojo of bringing people together?

Yeah, when Graciela got to know of Marinette, the girl had confided to the barista how sucky her love life had been. It has been Graciela's personal project to find someone for her lovely friend and so far she hadn't found one. However, Tim here would do nicely! How had she not considered him all this time is a big question mark to her! She looked back at the sleep-deprived man and winced to herself.

Okay, she knew why hadn't thought of him. If they were ever to actually date one another, it would become a disaster. Two caffeine-ridden zombies do not sound like a good couple match, but she digresses. Perhaps, it could work.

The shop was indeed filled with people and Marinette's table has one empty seat. Coincidence? SHE. THINKS. NOT!

Is she going to pull her famous cupid hands to nudge her favorite sleep-deprived people to meet? Yes. Yes, she will. Will she regret ever introducing them to each other? Probably. Will one of Tim's brothers blame her for actually finding Tim a perfect soulmate? Most Definitely.

Does she care? NOPE.

"There's an open seat right over there, but you gotta ask the lady if she's willing to share. I got a feeling you'll meet a fellow brethren there." Graciela offered while pointing at Marinette's table.

Tim narrowed his eyes, but didn't complain and nodded, "Thanks, Grace. Can you-"

"I'll send your orders to your table. Don't sweat it. Go on, before you pass out standing again."

Tim muttered something before wobbling his way to the seat that she had mentioned. Graciela watched with knowing eyes as Tim said something to Mari and she replied with a gesture, her eyes never leaving her sketchbook. Tim finally took a seat and takes out his laptop.

Graciela giggled, she gave them about a month or two before the two decided to date. She's looking forward to seeing them falling in love with one another. After all, her coffee shop is famous for getting fated lovers together! HER MOJO IS BACK, BABY!

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"Here we are, two extra strong Golden Ambrosia, a Pain Au Chocolat for Marinette and Madeline for Tim! Enjoy, you two!" Graciela happily announced as she served them their orders. The two shared a look at their preferred beverage and shared a smile. Graciela watched them with a well-hidden squeal, 'It's happening!!!!' She thought excitedly. "I'll let you two be. Got to run a shop after all!"

Marinette finally noticed her seatmate across her and shyly reached over for her drink. The guy looked as frazzled and zombie-like as she was and she could definitely empathize with him. "Rough, night?" She asked with a quirked brow.

The guy snorted as he took a sip of his drink as well, relishing the energizing nectar going through his body. "You have no idea." He muttered tiredly. "I've been on a strict caffeine diet with no sleep for 3 days straight and my work is nowhere done."

"Mood." She nodded in agreement. "I've been on my caffeine diet with no sleep for 5 days straight and my commission is nowhere done as well. I feel like my blood has been slowly transitioning into coffee and the only thing that could refuel me is this sweet nectar."

The guy looked at Marinette tearfully and was dabbing his eyes with a tissue. "I've found my brethren." He sniffled dramatically and reached forward with a fist bump.

"Brethren." She sniffled back and gives him a fist bump. They look at each other in silence before bursting out in giggles and snorts. "My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"Timothy Drake." He nodded. With that, they stare at each other before going back to their respective activity. Every once in a while, one of them would look up and start a conversation, they'd share stories about their respective job and work, then they would continue their work in silence again.

It was easy and peaceful, at one point they finished what they were working on for today and struck up another conversation. Marinette shared about her life in Gotham and the differences between Paris and Gotham. Tim would then share about his siblings and the things that he would do in his daily life. They then began to argue about theories and unsolved cases, a side hobby that the two happened to like.

Through all this Graciela had watched both of them with a secretive smile. Happy to see Marinette acting so carefree with a stranger and glad that Tim could talk without feeling uncomfortable with a new face. Everything is going very smoothly and the barista pats herself on the back for giving them a little nudge to sit together.

'Good job, me. I can hear the wedding bells already.' She smiled stupidly at herself.

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It was nearing closing hours and when Graciela look at her new favorite pet project they were huddled together in front of Tim's laptop. They were sharing Tim's earphones and every once in a while the two would discuss with one another, sometimes they agree sometimes they'd disagree, and then they would go back to watching at Tim's laptop. Graciela decided that she would finish cleaning up her shop before she has to sadly interrupts them.

After making sure that everything is spotless, Graciella moved to her seat and clears her throat softly. "I'm sorry, my two favorite zombies. But I'm closing for today." She said with a sympathetic smile.

Marinette gasped in surprise, "Merde! I didn't realize that I'd been here that long! I am so sorry Graciela! Time flows so fast here!"

Tim was equally surprised but for another reason. He had spent his day talking to this woman that she had met and he had never felt this much fun talking with another person! It is just like they say, time flies when you're having fun. "I'm sorry too, Graciela. I swear that I thought I was only here for a couple hours, not the whole day!" He stated while looking at his phone to check the time, sure enough, it was past dinner time already and he had missed a few calls from Alfred and his siblings. "I'm sorry but I have to go! I've overstayed my welcome already."

"Oh nonsense, Tim! You know you can come here and stay here as long as you want! It's just, today I do have some plans for myself." Graciela waved off his concern.

"Oh, thank you, Graciela. Again, you are an Angel!" Marinette complimented her as she packs up her stuff. Tim was ready to go before he looked back at Marinette with a calculative look. Graciela watches with a knowing look as he took a napkin and scribbled down what Graciela hopes is his number.

"Hey, uh... Marinette? I had a lot of fun talking to you, would you mind if we meet again sometime for coffee like this? If you don't here's my number." He offered the napkin to her. " I-I mean if you don't want to that's fine as well!"He retracted as he scratch his cheek nervously.

The designer stared at the napkin dumbly for a while and started blushing as she shyly reached for the napkin. "I'd love to. U-um...I'll text you sometime tonight?" She asked meekly.

Tim gave her a huge smile, glad that she reached over for the napkin. "I'll be waiting." He answered, he left some money on the table not bothering to wait for any change, and left the shop with a huge grin on his face.

Graciela huffed at him but looked at Marinette with a knowing grin. "Make sure you text him, Mari." She wiggled her eyebrows with a smug smile. Marinette made a squeaky sound as her face became so red that Graciella almost thought that she could combust soon.

The designer grumbled incoherently under her breath, left some money on the table, kissed Graciela's cheek, and left the shop after shouting out her thanks. The shop owner then noticed that both of them had left ridiculous amounts of money on her table before huffing to herself.

"Rich people."

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Time flows as Graciela watches the two spend more time together. Her coffee shop began their constant place to meet for their 'not-a-date' date, Graciela would watch them sometimes have coffee and work together or actually hang out together without working.

She would listen to Marinette gushing out about Tim's intelligence and how solving cold cases has been so much fun and one of their activities in their 'not-a-date' date, she listens as her friend would swoon about the times Tim would give his amazing smiles and his cute snorts when they have their banter together, she smiles as her friend would go soft as she talks about the time they spent together in her shop.

Just like the shop owner had predicted, they eventually dated after two months of pining for one another. Luckily, she had been there to witness the hilarious moment.

It was after the shop closing hours and Graciela had joined the duo, silently watching them in their famous theory discussion. Marinette was animatedly explaining her thoughts while Tim was watching her fondly. At one point, Graciela had skillfully and secretly taken out her phone to record the moment.

"And that's why I think that the father is a very obvious suspect in the murder! Don't you think so, Tim?" She looked up to find Tim with a ridiculous fond smile. Now, they were both staring at each other, lost in a romantic silence. Graciela wanted to squeal but she knew she had to keep quiet because she felt like something good is about to happen.

She was right.

"I'm in love with you." Tim breathed out dreamily. Marinette's eyes widened and she flushed furiously.

"W-whaaa-"

When Tim finally noticed what he had said he blushed furiously too. "Crap- Uh...That's not how I want you to hear my confession. I-i swear I had everything planned out! I was going to take you for a dinner and I have this gift ready for you and- shit...I messed up." He rambled nervously. Marinette watched him fumble through his words and her smile became equally as soft as Tim's had been.

"I'm in love with you too." She answered and gently placed her hand on his to calm Tim down from his tirade. The man in question looks at her in shock before grinning widely.

"You do?" Marinette nodded and smiled shyly at him. Tim relaxed his tense shoulder and smiled warmly in return.

"FINALLY!" Their moment was interrupted by an elated giggle. They finally remembered that Graciela had been there the whole time and had been recording the confession as well. "I'm going to play this during your wedding ceremony! Make sure to invite me, okay??? Oh, I'm so happy for you two!!! My favorite Caffeine Zombies ship is sailing!!!!" She giggled excitedly and laughed at their blushing faces.

It was a very happy moment.

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After that momentous day, they began to date. A year later, Marinette came to her with a piece of very exciting news! The night before had been their 1 year anniversary and Tim had proposed! Graciela squealed excitedly and hugged her best friend.

"I'm so so soooo happy for you Marinette!" She cried as she hugged her friend tightly.

"Thank you, Grace. If it hadn't been for your coffee shop. We wouldn't have met each other." Marinette whispered thankfully as she returned the hug equally tight. "Here's your invite, by the way. I'm also asking you to be my maid of honor, would you like that?" She asked unsurely.

"BITCH, I'd love to! I'm going to have to make a speech right? Cuz, honey do I have a speech for you! This is going to be so much fun! I'm so excited!" Graciela jumps around her best friend in excitement. "My best friend is going to get married! AHHH" She squealed loudly.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the Maid of Honor's speech!" Dick Grayson happily introduces the exciting barista. She walked to her stage and winked at the happily married couple.

"What a great and joyous day today. My name is Graciela Kirovan and I am the owner of the famously known Cupid Cafe in Gotham City. And I have to say these two have been my magnum opus in my work as the cupid barista. Now, I assure you I have no magic and I am no meta, but somehow my cafe has been a hotspot for fated couples to meet and Marinette and Tim is one of the cutest, dorkiest, sweetest couple ever." Marinette laughed as she cuddled up to his new husband. Graciela smiled warmly at them before continuing her speech.

"I became Marinette's friend when she first arrived in Gotham, and I was adamant to find her the perfect someone once I heard about her disastrous love adventure. Tim was one of my regulars, a very eccentric one because at one point he had managed to pass out standing in front of my cashier and I was this close to calling the ambulance." The audience laughed at her exasperated tone. Marinette had laughed as well and Tim tried to hide on his wife's shoulder.

"I remembered the day when I gave them a nudge to sit together, I had my doubts at first. I mean, two sleep-deprived zombies that have the same concerningly caffeine addiction as a couple? I don't know if the world is ready yet for the chaos that I'm sure they would bring. But then I watched them together that day, I saw them happily talking to each other, and I know my cupid arrow has struck once again." Marinette looked at Tim and lovingly kissed his cheek. Tim then returned the kiss with the same amount of love. It was so cute.

"I watch them pine one another and it was miserable," Graciela whined dramatically and winked at the couple.

" But I was happy. I listened to how Marinette would gush about their theory discussion, she would sigh dreamily as she told me how cute Tim's giggle was, and I know that it was a matter of time before the two would date." Marinette's had turned so red and Graciela could see the teasing grin that Tim was sent to her. Graciela smirked at what was about to transpire.

"And you know, ladies and gentlemen, I was there when Tim had confessed! If you look at the screen right there, Dick would play the recording that I took during that monumental moment!" With that, she finger-gunned Dick, and the video capturing the confession began to play.

The audience laughed at how Tim had confessed, Jason was wolf-whistling at the video and Dick was laughing his ass off. Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle were both watching the video with warm expressions, and so was Alfred. Damian had a little smirk and he knew that he has new blackmail material for his brother. Cass and Duke were watching with soft smiles, while Stephanie and Barbara were sending teasing grins to Tim.

Graciela chuckled before clearing her throat and the audience focused back on her, "It was amazing, watching their love grow. I'm so happy for both of them. I know that Marinette deserves this more than anyone else, because finally, finally, someone takes notice of how amazing she is. Finally, she founds happiness. Finally, she has someone to lean on. Finally, they are together. To Marinette and Tim, I hope your love is everlasting, and I hope that every day of your new life is filled with adventure and love. I hope that you are blessed with a long marriage and I hope that you still come to my cafe and order the Golden Ambrosia, because I know that no one else would order them but you two." Graciela finished as she raises her wine for the toast.

Marinette looked at her with a warm smile and mouthed 'thank you' to her. Graciela went over to her table and they both hugged. Graciela whispered her congratulations before taking her seat. She watches both of them share a sweet and loving kiss, professing their love to one another. She smiled to herself, her heart warm at the picture-perfect couple.

'Finally.'

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Can I Compare Our Love To Fire?

By: The_Coffee_Fandom

Warnings: Choose Not To Label

Pairing: Tim x Marinette

Rating: General

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They knew fate so well, enveloped it with a kindering warmth like no other, taking it by the hand and intertwining until fate was a matter of ash and dust left to blow in the wind of the forgotten centuries in the making of the people and places and things that no mortal, no soul, no god shall ever remember.

They’re in love your honour. And I’m making that everyone’s problem.

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“Stay with me a while longer?”

Tim gave her a little smirk, “What? Afraid you’ll miss me?”

Marinette jabbed his side at the tease, struggling to contain the smile that wanted to stain her features, “Of course not. Purely for your own benefit of course.”

Tim nodded along as he sat back down on the couch, slipping back down next to her and letting the smaller figure tuck comfortably into his side.

“You always have my best interest in mind.”

“I really am a blessing aren’t I?”

“Oh now that’s a bit far,” Tim poked her stomach causing her to giggle, “maybe a pleasant surprise at most.”

“Basically a blessing then.”

Tim brought his arm up and wrapped it around her shoulders, letting his chin fall to the top of her head. He closed his eyes and hummed, neither agreeing nor denying.

They sat there for a while, drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms, content for the moment just to be with one another.

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You Can Ring My Bell

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Rating: Not Rated

Ship: Tim x Marinette

Summary:

Marinette sneaks into the batcave, as one naturally does, to watch over rival. She wanted to sure he was fine. After all, what use is it to have a rival if they're too hurt to play your games?

Upon leaving, Marinette forgets a rather important something. Though, can she really be blamed? A shirtless red Robin can make any one flustered (We're looking at you Kon)

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The Coffee Trials

Chapter 1: a sleep deprived coffee addict walks into a cafe

Fandom: Maribat (Miraculous Ladybug x DC)

Tags: Tim Drake/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Original Character, fluff & Shenanigans, no plot & no update schedule

Chapter Summary: Tim walks into his favorite cafe to find things are not as they should be.

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Tim loved this smell. He worshiped it. It was so ingrained into his soul that he could describe it as no way other than divine. Well, perhaps he could describe it as heavenly. Sweet ambrosia. Nectar of the gods.

Yet above all, it was simply... lovely.

It was the smell of a reliable constant. It smelled like home. Not because home smelled like it but because the smell elicited that feeling of home.

As he approached his favorite café, his body began to ease. Not only was the café itself his favorite, but it had his favorite drink. And truth be told, his favorite coffee dealer, and dare he say personal barista. (And yes, it was quite a dare to say such a thing, because if Tim ever outright called them his personal barista, they’d cut him off.)

The bell above the door softly chimed as he entered. He was instantly treated by the smell of coffee and the warm welcoming energy of the café.

He dragged his eyes over the faded and chipped walls painted in a warm cappuccino brown. He didn’t need to look at the black chalkboard menu hung on the wall behind the registers. He could say his order in his sleep.

His eyes wandered to the various seating areas and tables within the café. It was a hodgepodge of all colors, styles, and decorum. Almost like a lost and found. Though all were in good condition and seemed to just fit .

He briefly took note of a new face. She was sitting on the old leather couch in the corner to the right of the registers.

Continuing to walk towards the register, he felt himself smirk. Looking very bored, holding their head in one hand and aimlessly drumming their fingers against the counter with their other, was the man of the (the being Tim’s) hour.

Tim’s very own coffee dealer and personal barista.

The glitter of the barista’s night sky-themed ballerina nails sparkled as she tapped them against the counter, and they didn’t seem to notice Tim until he was almost at the register.

When she did notice, however, her bored expression turned almost sinister with the way she smiled and the way her eyes twinkled. They straightened their posture and moved to be more centered behind the register.

Something about their “cat who’s caught the canary” expression and current mischievous demeanor planted a seed of dread in Tim’s stomach.

“Why hello and welcome to ‘Carrie’s’ valued customer. May I take your order?” they said. They twirled a strand of the dyed white hair that was loose from their high ponytail around their finger. It was a faux attempt to look innocent and they both knew it.

Tim narrowed his eyes and replied, “Same as always Skye.”

Skye’s shit-eating grin grew wider, and her hand dropped so she could place them both on the counter and coyly lean forward.

“Sorry,” they apologized, though it held no hint of remorse. “Just to be clear, what drink would be the one ‘ same as always ’?”

Tim was silent for a moment. ‘Oh something’s definitely off here,’ Tim thought to himself.

“The one only you know how to make, and that I order every night, and have been ordering every night for almost two years.”

“Yes, but what is the drink called? So I know I have the right one,” Skye said cheerily.

Tim didn’t have enough drugs (caffeine, he’s talking about caffeine) in his system for this. “It’s not actually on the menu, which you would know because it’s a-“ Tim makes air quotes as he continues. “Skye SpecialTM”

“We always refer to it as ‘The Motherload’ though. Which is cringe as fuck and we should change it, by the way.” Tim looks at Skye expectantly.

And Skye stares back at Tim as if they’ve won.

“Well,” Skye starts, “what exactly is in this drink? To jog my memory,” she says, absently waving one of his hands in the air.

Tim sighs, and all but bangs his head against the counter. He instead settles for burying his head in his palms. “You are so fucking lucky I refuse to piss you off in fear of you revoking coffee privileges.”

Skye laughed. “Damn right! Don’t ever call my Skye SpecialsTM cringe ever again you fucking oaf.”

Continuing, Tim adds, “Also how the fuck am I supposed to know what you put in your goddamn magic energy potion? I don’t even know how you can make the shit you do and not have any illegal ingredients.”

Skye raises an eyebrow. “Bold of you to assume what I make doesn’t have illegal ingredients.”

“ Skye .” Tim says incredulously, his frazzled and strained voice matching the slight look of panic in his sky-blue eyes.

“Hey don’t worry dude, I swear I’m not running some Breaking Bad type operation. Besides, we live in Gotham, this is one of the worst possible places to get into drugs. No shot I’m chancing anything.”

Tim just sighs before once again asking for his beloved drink. He really doesn’t have the mental capacity to deal with this.

“Skye, darling, one of my favorite and most gender people ever, I fucking BEG of you, serve me the fucking drink. The one that tastes like heaven and grants me godly energy.”

Skye gives a devilish grin. “Oh!” they exclaim. “ That drink! Well, why didn’t you say so.”

Tim actually bangs his forehead against the counter, and Skye laughs at her friend's misery.

“ ~Skyyyeee~ ” comes Tim’s grumble, muffled by the cold countertop he’s still smushing his face against.

Skye giggles, and ruffles her friend’s wavy black hair. “Gosh, you’re so dramatic. And stand up, you’re gonna get drool on the counter or something. Can’t make drinks if I'm stuck cleaning up, now can I?” they ask with a raised eyebrow

With that, Tim lifts his head off the counter, but immediately follows the action by propping his elbows on it and clasping his hands together.

“ Please just make the damn drink,” Tim begs.

Skye shrugs. “Sorry sweetie, we’re out.”

“ WHAT?! ”

Tim’s mind breaks a bit, and Skye holds back the snort that almost comes out at the sight of Tim’s eye twitching.

“Skye,-“ Tim begins, sounding like he’s bargaining for his life back, which in Tim’s eyes, he is.

“How in the actual fuck is that possible? How can you be out ? You only allow one Skye SpecialTM per shift. And even if , and that’s a big if, another customer ordered one, who else other than the two of us would you possibly be ok giving that much caffeine to?”

Skye, who had stood calmly and patiently listening to Tim’s spiel, which she always finds quite endearing (the crazed and deranged look in his eyes added a nice touch) just smiles.

There’s no malice in it this time. But Tim’s known Skye long enough and well enough to see the brewings of a chaotic plan spread plainly across their face.

“You see my little lovely bean addict, I have found a new regular. Not only that but she’s already passed The Coffee Trials.”

At the last piece of news, Tim’s eyes widened.

“She completed The Trials,” Skye continues, voice dropping to a whisper, “In 10 days.”

Tim’s jaw drops. “How long has she been coming to the cafe?” he whispers back urgently.

“Well,” Skye begins, “she stopped by once around two months ago. Came back around a week later, and her visits became more frequent until she started coming every other day. She just passed The Coffee Trials five days ago, so she passed ‘em last Saturday.”

Narrowing his eyes Tim asks, “If she’s a regular, when does she stop by? You only work from eight to one, and I don’t get here much later than you do. I mean kudos to her if she gets here after I leave but…”

Hopping onto the counter so her legs dangle over the side and she’s sitting facing Tim, Skye nods sagely.

“The first time she came here, and I remember this interaction vividly cause it was so wonderfully chaotic, she burst into the cafe panting with only 15 minutes before my shift ended.

This, of course, did not phase me, and I asked her what she’d like to order as if a beautiful french woman running into this establishment at 12:45 a.m. entirely out of breath with a tiredness so obviously bones deep and soul-crushing that I offered her a free pastry was normal.

She apologized for basically barreling through the doors before sheepishly explaining this was the closest place open that served coffee and wasn’t someplace like Mcdonald's.

She knew we closed at one, which is why she was in such a hurry. She then apologized to me a second time for bothering me so close to when we closed.

I would have been annoyed, but I was too amused and charmed to find it in me. So I told her no worries, made her order, and gave her a free croissant with her coffee.

She told me it was some of the best coffee she’s ever had, thanked me, apologized a third and final time for the night, offered to help clean and close up, which I refused, and then left.

She must have found herself in a similar situation to the first night she visited where she desperately needed coffee because around a week later, she stopped by around 12:30ish.

She asked for something else, I gave the poor tired sweetie a free toasted bagel with strawberry cream cheese, and she once again complimented the coffee, thanked me, and left.

This continued for a bit until she just came by pretty often, each time around midnight, and we hung out a bit. She ordered something new every time, which I liked. You know how I love to experiment.

I told her that I was a bit of a hobby mixologist and thought mixology was cool, and that because I can’t drink yet I instead have honed my mixology skills in the art of coffees and teas. She then asked what some of the craziest concoctions I’ve made have been.

At this point, I’ve known her for around two months, and I’ve been seeing her super often. I know enough about her to feel comfortable around her, and so I trust her with the sacred information that is The Coffee Trials and Skye SpecialsTM.

She is, predictably, thoroughly intrigued. And also concerned. Because you know as well as I do that it is definitely not a legal amount of caffeine that I put in those drinks. Like I could not serve those to customers. Make for the homies? Hell yeah. To sell? I am breaking the law and can be sued. I do not have the money to be sued, man.

Anyways, she asks if she can partake in The Coffee Trials, and I oblige. It’s mostly to humor her and let me tell you, I did not expect her to succeed so fast. She beat it as fast as you did. Which is to say, the fastest I will allow anyone to beat it.

I’m not trying to overdose people here man. In case you don’t remember, during the coffee trials there is a rest period between stages, and the attemptee is cut off three days before, during the trial, besides the drink you’d need to ingest to pass each stage, and three days after.

She does the trial no problem. Like, scarily without any problems. She now has access to the Skye SpecialsTM. Oh, and, she’s drinking The Motherload right now.”

Tim would’ve spat out his drink if someone else hadn’t beat him to ordering it. “She was already here ?!”

Skye hums while they swing their legs back and forth. “Actually, as if it isn’t already information overload, she’s still here. The little missy is sitting right over there,” they say, jutting out their chin in the direction of the ‘new customer’ Tim had seen sitting in the corner on the sofa when he walked in.

“You should go talk to her. Go say hi to the pretty lady. Try your best to not screw it up and all that. I think you two would get along swell,” Skye encourages with a smile.

Tim tries his best to not stare at the stranger (who has become much less of a stranger to him in the past few minutes) quietly sipping her coffee (which should be his coffee) and typing something out on her laptop and then switching to a sketchbook that she furiously sketches in before repeating the cycle.

“What do I even say,” Tim asks exasperated. “Besides, how do I fix the fact I no longer have my preferred amount of caffeine or favorite drink.”

Skye raises an eyebrow before scoffing. “Ok, mister antisocial-” They’re interrupted by a muttered ‘says fucking you of all people’ from Tim. “FAIR BUT UNCALLED FOR. Anyways, I was going to say that I have a proposition.”

Trying his best to hold in yet another sigh, Tim continues. “ But ? There’s always a catch with you, you chaos gremlin.”

“Says fucking you of all people. You’re the most chaotic chaos gremlin I know. And the catch is that I’ll only tell the two of you, yes the two of you, if you’re the one to bring her over here so I can explain.”

Tim scowls, and starts grumbling while walking over to ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶c̶o̶m̶p̶e̶t̶i̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ the stranger before Skye grabs his shirt collar and yanks him back towards her, whisper-yelling a rushed ‘wait!’.

“Do you want a drink first? You can still order from our normal menu, you know.”

“I feel like whatever shenanigans you’ve got in store for us is going to make me want to bash my head into the wall, so maybe just some nice hot tea. That has the caffeine of course. Some earl grey how I like it?”

Skye salutes before swinging their legs back over the counter, hopping down with a, “You got it boss!”

They press a few buttons on the order screen before announcing, “That’ll be $4.96 oh valued customer who we treasure very dearly.”

Tim rolls his eyes but hands Skye a five-dollar bill, telling her, “Don’t worry about the four cents,” and stuffs another ten in the tip jar that’s sitting in front of the register.

Skye’s eyes soften, and Tim hears a whispered “Thanks,” before they put the bill in the register and head off to make Tim’s tea.

Tim looks back over at the woman on the sofa. She’s still lost in her own world. Her hair reaches a quarter down her back and is the most dazzling shade of black he’s ever seen. It’s almost as if it glows a faint blue. It’s a little hard to tell from the way she’s sitting, but Tim guesses she’s a few inches over five feet. She has a small but impressively lean build, and no he is not staring at her biceps.

It’s not until he feels something hit his face that he looks away from the stranger and focuses his gaze on the balled-up napkin that had been thrown at him and then fallen to the floor.

“Your drink good sir,” Skye says. She holds out a to-go cup with the label of a tea bag dangling out of the cup but held in place by the lid.

For what feels like the millionth time tonight Tim sighs. He grabs his drink, mutters a quick thanks, and walks toward the mystery girl. He hears a whispered ‘Knock ‘em dead tiger!’ followed by snickering from Skye but just ignores it.

It’s not until he’s standing in front of the stranger, her beautiful bluebell eyes staring up at him, that his brain finally processes what he’s doing. ‘I can’t believe this,’ Tim thinks to himself.

Running on enough caffeine to give doctors a likely cause of death if he were to keel over right then and there, and with less than 5 hours of sleep in the past several days, Tim figures he has nothing to lose.

So after a few seconds of awkward silence where the woman in front of him seems very confused and concerned, Tim spoke. “Um, hey, sorry to disturb you but there’s something I kind of need to talk to you about. Mind if I sit?”

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Pledge Myself to You

Cross posted in AO3 Inspired by Episode 2 of Spy x Family

Marinette leaned against the window of the shop, slightly bouncing on her heels as she checked her wristwatch again. It was fifteen minutes past their agreed meeting time. There was no sign of Tim. Not even a call or message.

She sighed internally, pulling her coat closer. It happened so quickly—she found a single father in a boutique she frequented and they decided to fake date because of their circumstances. For him, it was for the sake of his child’s schooling. For her, it was because of her brother (and the inevitable need to protect her identity and continue her job).

In hindsight, it was absurd. They barely even knew each other. But Marinette chose to trust him and went ahead and told everyone she’d be coming with her boyfriend. She had a creeping feeling that it was going to backfire on her. She did not like said feeling.

“I hope he’s okay,” she whispered to no one in particular. “What if something happened to him?”

She peered at both ends of the street and continued waiting.

---

“FUCK!”

Explosions boomed throughout the entire warehouse, followed by an onslaught of gunshots. Red Robin scrambled to get the door, holding it open for Red Hood, who carried the stolen goods out. “Timmy, you dragged me into a death trap!” Hood barked out, pulling out his own guns.

Red Robin jumped at one of his assailants. “No.” Kick. “Names.” Punch. “On.” Jab. “The.” Dodge. “Field.” Strike. “Jay!”

Curse the agency’s shortage of spies. He just had to be dragged into another mission to steal back jewelry. On the same day he had to go to the promised party with Marinette! He was lucky Jason agreed to go with him, or else the task would be a hundred times more inconvenient.

He glued himself near the entrance, waiting for the goons to come out as Red Hood started the van. His jaw clenched. Thirty-eight of them inside . . . I have less than ten seconds to deal with each. As soon as they popped out, he began, tackling them one by one and picking up discarded weapons. He glared at the van where Jason was comfortably waiting, not even bothering to help him.

When he finished, he made a mad dash towards the vehicle.

“I’m so late,” he hissed, frantically removing his cowl. He took one of the suitcases to check if the contents were intact.

Meanwhile, Jason sped through the highway. “It’s your own fault for taking this job.”

Tim held up a necklace to eye level. “It’s not my fault I’m the best one they have.”

Jason clicked his tongue. “Show-off.” He madly swerved to the side. “I get a cut, right?”

“Pick whatever you want.” Tim slammed the case shut after taking a nice diamond ring. “I get this one.”

---

Marinette shivered. How long has it been? Forty-five minutes? An hour?

“So this is what it feels like to be stood up,” she mumbled.

She just had to suck it up and tell Adrien she was still a single, lonely office woman who definitely didn’t have a suspicious side job. Her worry sprouted from the frequent arrests of the police. If she didn’t have a convincing fallback, she’d end up in trouble and make her brother fuss over her again.

She walked languidly, wondering if she could skip out on the party instead. But if she did, her coworkers would just gossip about her more often. Plus, she had the gift prepared. Marinette heaved out a sigh, straightened her dress, and headed to the venue.

Lila greeted her first when she arrived. “Marinette! You’re late!”

“Sorry, I got held up.” Marinette grimaced and gave her the gift bag.

“I thought you were bringing your boyfriend.” Alya raised an eyebrow.

“Ah, um he had an emergency . . .”

“That’s too bad! I wanted to meet him.”

She settled on a chair in the corner as the girls whispered among themselves. They’re probably saying I made it all up. Her shoulders slumped. Which, technically, isn’t wrong.

The party was warm and lively, but she was barely familiar with any of the people. She was a stranger amongst them, a functioning adult who couldn’t fit into the norms of society. She folded her hands neatly on her lap.

“Hey, Mari!” Nino approached her, handing her a glass of punch. “I was hoping to meet your boyfriend tonight.”

Marinette forced out a smile. “He got too busy tonight, sorry.”

“Adrien’s been asking about you, you know,” he relayed.

She fiddled with her thumbs. “Can—can you tell him I brought a nice guy?”

“You can’t do that, Mari, you know how Adrien gets really concerned about you!” Alya stepped in. “I’ll make sure he personally gets the news. You can’t just lie to him, he’s your brother!”

Marinette’s gaze lowered. Why do they have to involve themselves?

Maybe . . . maybe if I killed everyone here I wouldn’t have to worry about anything.

She blinked. No! Bad Marinette!

Nino nervously steered Alya away. “We’ll get out of your hair, Mari. Thanks for coming!”

Adrien would want me to live a ‘normal’ life. But I can’t let go of something I’ve known for years. Her hands clenched into fists. Maybe it’s better if I leave . . . I have nothing to do here anyway.

She stood up abruptly. “Excuse me—”

The door slammed open, revealing a disheveled Tim who had a bloodied head. Scratches littered his hands and face, along with some dirt marks. Marinette gasped as the guests gaped at him.

Tim swayed a bit as he spoke. “Sorry I’m late! I’m Marinette’s husband, Tim Drake!”

“Boyfriend, not husband,” Marinette corrected in a whisper. She took out a handkerchief to clean his face.

“Oh god, I forgot about that,” Tim winced.

“You okay, man?” A wide-eyed Nino walked over to them.

“Yup, nothing to worry about!” Tim chirped. “It’s just a client who got a bit aggressive, that’s all. It’s pretty normal in my line of work.” He turned to Marinette. “Are you doing okay?”

Doing okay?! You should ask that to yourself! Marinette’s lips parted.

“No way! You’re married?” Lila stared at both of them. “We never knew about that, Mari.”

Marinette could see her livid face reddening and her teeth grinding together. Before she could explain, Lila struck again with her saccharine tone. “Does he know about your late night trips to hotels?” She sneered. “You giving ‘special massages’ to your clients?”

Marinette bit her lip. Those were my targets!

Something flashed in Tim’s eyes before he went back to his cheery demeanor. “Mari told me about that already! I think it's admirable.”

“What?” Lila’s nostrils flared.

“She worked hard to support her adoptive brother. It’s brave of her to step up after their parents died and she took care of both of them all by herself.” Tim beamed. “So I think it’s pretty amazing.”

Marinette’s cheeks flushed. “We—we should get going, Tim. It’s pretty late.”

---

Tim felt embarrassed to bring a creaky van to bring Marinette home but he had no choice. Luckily, she didn’t seem to mind and looked more relieved to get out of the stuffy party.

“Sorry about the husband thing,” he blurted out.

“It’s fine,” said Marinette. “Umm, you were still out of it.”

At the side mirror, he caught a glimpse of a car racing after them. His eyes narrowed. Shit, did they follow us? A tracker in the jewelry?

The car hit them in the back. “Mari, hold on, okay?” Tim turned the car, pressing hard on the gas pedal.

“What—what was that?” Marinette turned to look at the back.

“Uhhh, just those clients!” he laughed uneasily. “Looks like they’re not yet satisfied with the deal.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Is that okay?”

“We’ll just have to give in to the chase.”

He parked the van into a corner and they both hopped out to sneak into an alley. There can’t be a lot of them, right? He took Marinette’s hand and led her into another street. God, I shouldn’t have let Jason leave early.

He picked up a stray metal bar as they ran. Her hand’s really soft—no, it’s not the time to think about that!

“Does this happen often?” she quizzed, keeping up with his pace.

“Not that often,” he explained, “Er—you see, sometimes they do that as a test, like an extra criterion in the business deal.” He stopped and struck two of the men who cornered them, rendering them both unconscious.

“It’s a special transaction of sorts.” They zipped into another path. “And it’s worked wonders in our projects.”

“So that’s how it is,” she said thoughtfully. “That’s interesting.”

Tim fought off another attacker. He pushed the body away but when he looked up, another was leaping towards him. He sidestepped to dodge, but Marinette got a clean kick on the guy, causing him to roll across the cement.

Marinette’s hands flew to her mouth. “I’m so sorry! I interrupted your transaction.”

Tim smiled, feeling a tug of pride in his chest. “No worries. Thank you. Outside help is always welcomed.”

He took her hand again and they fled the scene. That’s a handful of them. There better not be more. I need to think of a way to get rid of them all at once. Gunshots rang out this time.

“Tim . . .”

He looked back at her.

“Do—do you want to get married for real?”

He immediately stumbled, tensing at her words. Marinette rambled. “It’s—it’s just that we already told everyone, and we—we can at least make it official for the school interview and all. Also, I’m still worried about the cops coming after me. But if you don’t want to, that’s okay! I understand! I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have suggested it in the first place—”

“Mari!” He cut her off, skidding to a stop and holding both her hands. “I’ll be happy to marry you.”

She stopped. “Re–really?”

He nodded. “I was planning to bring it up anyway . . .”

He dug through his pocket. Fuck, where did the ring go?

“Let’s go get our papers done later,” he offered.

“Later?”

“Better than to delay it, right?”

Tim cursed, hearing voices yelling at them. While they ducked behind a wall for cover, he picked up a fallen grenade from one of the unconscious bodies and bit off its pin before tossing it towards the gunmen.

“In sickness and in health . . .” Tim recited, hoping he’d get the vows right.

The grenade flew up in the air.

“. . . in sorrow and joy . . .”

He slid the pin ring into her finger.

“. . . No matter what kind of trouble we run into . . .”

The blast rattled everything around them, sweeping a wind through their clothes and igniting a blast against the bleak night. But nevermind all of that. Tim was only lost in her eyes and pinkish cheeks. He could hear the pounding of his heart over the explosion.

“. . . I pledge myself to you.”

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The Perfect Blend

"It's coffee ice cream."

Adrien looked down at the cone in her hand. Three brown scoops. Chocolate chips embedded. "Huh, so it is."

"This is from Andre," Marinette emphasized. "It's coffee flavored. Why the fuck is my soulmate ice cream coffee flavored?!"

"Dunno. Maybe your soulmate's a caffeine junkie like you are."

They strolled on the Pont des Arts, leaving behind the long line of teenagers waiting to get their ice cream. Marinette ate her ice cream carefully. "I don't buy it. There's no one else who'd inject coffee into their veins like I do."

"Maybe you'll be surprised," said Adrien, taking a spoonful of his blueberry.

Marinette's foot caught a bump on the bridge. She flailed around, forgetting about her ice cream, and crashed into someone who was also in the process of stumbling forward. She felt a hot sticky liquid splatter on her front, while her ice cream collided with someone’s chest.

"I'm so sorry!" Both cried out, but in different languages.

Marinette looked up to see a boy whose tired eyes mirrored hers. His fitted shirt was soaked in both coffee and ice cream just like her blouse.

Adrien hummed in amusement. "So there he is."

Marinette glared at him before turning back to the stranger. She switched to English. "I'm terribly sorry, monsieur, I'm so careless."

"Me too," the stranger blurted out. "Your---your shirt---"

He hastily fished out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Ah, no, no, I stained your shirt as well. Please use it," Marinette declined, getting some tissues from her bag.

"No, I insist." The boy smiled sheepishly.

She bit the edge of her lip. "Take these napkins at least. Oh! And let me buy you a new coffee."

They tried their best to clean themselves up, but the stains were persistent. Marinette frowned when she saw that the ice cream drips had also come down to his pants.

"My house is nearby. I have extra clothes in there just about your size," she suggested. "We own a bakery on the first floor. Would you like to wait there? Only if you're not busy! I'd hate to disrupt your day."

The stranger beamed. "A---A change of clothes would be nice. Don't worry, I was just planning to walk around the city today."

She nodded and began leading him down the path. Adrien sidled up to her. "You got a boy to come home with you so quickly!"

She shoved him playfully, scowling.

Marinette coughed, looking up at the boy she had bumped into. "I'm Marinette, by the way. This is Adrien. I'm guessing you're vacationing in Paris?"

"Call me Tim. And yeah, I'm here mostly for business though."

"Ask him if he's single!" Adrien whispered into her ear.

She shoved him again.

"I am, actually." Tim's eyebrows raised.

Red took over Marinette's cheeks. "Wait a minute---"

"On another completely unrelated topic." Adrien smirked. "Are you, by any chance, addicted to coffee?"

"What qualifies as 'addicted'? I usually finish five cups a day but I think that's pretty normal."

Adrien gasped, eyes glittering at Marinette. Meanwhile, Marinette was shooting silent threats at him. "You're in luck!" Adrien wrapped an arm around her shoulders and patted her head. "This tiny girl can down six to seven cups a day!"

"I'm not tiny!"

"You are miniature."

"You're cute."

Tim's eyes widened at his accidental compliment. He averted his eyes nervously as Marinette's face turned hotter.

"I---I mean," Tim coughed. "I mean---uh--"

"Yo---you don't look too bad yourself," Marinette said in a small voice, playing with the hem of her blouse.

Adrien whispered in her ear again, less subtly this time. "Now ask him out."

Tim perked up. "I'm free tonight!"

"What---what a coincidence!" She squeaked out. "Me---me too!"

"Can I pick you up at seven?"

She smiled widely. "I'd love that."

a gift for @tinybrie <3 Cross posted on AO3

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Love Notes - Masquerade AU

For @the-coffee-fandom

Marinette stood at the edge of the dance floor, trying not to pick at her dress. Gotham Academy was having its Annual Masquerade, and she had spent months making her dress and mask. Not to mention she also made Tim’s suit, the reciprocate for her anonymous love letters. This was the first time they were meeting where Tim was aware he was talking to the secret writer. She nervously scanned the room, waiting for him to arrive.

For months, they’d written back and forth leaving the letters in Tim’s locker. Whenever Marinette would leave a letter, she would take any response he had left. He had never asked how she got into his locker. He only knew her as L, short for her secret identity; Ladybug. When the date of the Masquerade had been announced both of them immediately asked the other to the dance, with Marinette offering to make both their outfits.

With the Kwami’s help, she put magic into the mask that would keep Tim from figuring out who she was. Which would frustrate him to no end, she, unlike her classmates had figured out he was an amazing detective. The whole time they had been in correspondence she could see him take note of any information she gave him and go through their classmates, eliminating people. But he was one of the most popular people in the school, and Marinette was well-liked but flew under his radar.

“I’m assuming that since you match my suit, you’re L?” Even though she was positioned to see the whole room, she missed him sneaking up beside her. She whirled around to face him and stared back as he tried to place her. When he didn’t recognize her, his eyes fell to the intricate embroidery of her gown.

“Tim, you look amazing.” He looked up from admiring the detail on her dress and blushed.

“L, you’re breathtaking,” He held out his hand. “May I have this dance?”

~Five Months Earlier~

Last night had been a tough patrol, and being bruised all over Tim had wanted so badly to skip. But he had two tests and a presentation, so he powered through. He was so tired he almost missed the out-of-place letter, placed in the middle of his locker. It was faintly pink paper folded neatly into a square. Grabbing it along with his textbooks, he hurried to first period. Luckily he sat in the back of the class, so he didn’t have to worry about someone looking over his shoulder.

As he read through the letter, he found his eyebrows raising. The thought of someone having a crush on him was a surprise, much less having a secret admirer write to him. It said if he wanted to write back, all he had to do was leave a letter in the same place he found the first one. He couldn’t help but smile. A mystery.

Marinette rushed through the halls, late. She had slept through her alarm after staying up all night working on designs for the launch of her MDC website. She was already a well-known fashion name after all the big names she had designed for in Paris. So the upcoming website was the talk of the industry right now.

Turning the corner, she ran into a surprise wall and fell to the floor. Except it wasn’t a wall. It was Tim, who looked down at her startled.

“I’m so sorry! I was trying not to be late and wasn’t looking where I was going-” She rambled as he helped her up.

“Hey, no worries! It happens sometimes..” He looked at her expectingly.

“Oh! Marinette.” He beamed at her.

“Marinette! Nice to meet you, I’m Tim. Now, I won’t hold you up. The bell is ringing in 2 minutes.”

Forgetting her mortification she rushed passed him, as he laughed kindly. She couldn’t believe that was how they met.

Tim opened his locker to a new note. Good, that meant she got the one asking her to the ball. It was perfect, a masquerade so she’d feel comfortable coming, and he’d get to see what she looked like (other than her face, but a win is a win). He opened her letter right there and almost laughed out loud at her also asking him to the ball. There were also beautiful sketches of different suit designs along with the offer to make their outfits for the night. He couldn’t accept it quickly enough.

He had spent months trying to figure out who L could be. It wasn’t anyone whom he knew well enough to know their handwriting, and he had already crossed out any girl with a name starting with L. If he tried to beat her to the locker to see who was leaving the notes, she always knew and wouldn’t show. It was driving him mad. He had started to develop feelings for her in return, and he didn’t even know who she was.

Dancing with Tim was like a dream, they spun around to the music and talked like they knew each other forever. There was a break in the music, and they headed toward the snack table. As Tim handed her a cup of punch he asked,

“So will I get to find out who you are today?” He seemed nervous like he wasn’t sure he should be asking.

She tapped her finger against the edge of the cup, considering revealing herself earlier than planned. But she was nervous of what they’d become once he knew who she was. Would he reject her? Confess his feelings and make them official?

“Maybe, it does feel a little unfair to you to keep you waiting.” She set down the cup, looking back at him. “But I hope you’ll understand if I wait.”

“Of course, I don’t want you to do anything uncomfortable. I just would love to be able to talk to you every day, whenever we want.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her into a side hug.

The dance was almost over, with an hour to go when Marinette made her decision. She pulled Tim toward the doors that led to the outdoor courtyard and went outside. It was surprisingly empty as she sat down on one of the benches. Tim sat down beside her, not knowing what she had decided to do. Without speaking, she grabbed his hands and brought them to her mask. Tim’s eyes widened as she guided him to remove her mask.

“You’re Marinette! The girl that ran into me!” He cupped her face and brought their foreheads together. “That explains why you were so flustered, we had been talking for over a month at that point.”

“It was so embarrassing that that’s how we met.” Before she could start to ramble, he tilted her face up towards him. He paused, wanting her to make the move if she wanted to. She leaned in.

author's note: I hoped you liked it! This idea popped into my head almost fully formed. Please join the discord down below and tell me what you thought!

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