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Sorry followers for the spam (I'm really not) I just need to chew on that old man like a rubber dog toy.
#drooling and barking#william afton#this is my blog and i get to choose the hyperfixation#need to put him in a snow globe and shake it VIGOROUSLY#ring him out like a wet and moldy dish rag#i wanna put him in a washing machine on the spin cycle
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RRRUUAAHHHH RRRUUUAAAHHH
LETS GOOOOOOOO
ITS BEEN A LONG DAY SO IM GOAD IâM FINALLY GIVING YOU MY REACTIONS
Oh yeah, Caliban is finally getting into his feral mode, and I LOVE IT. Heâs out for blood, and will rip Madâs head off.
Snare is out here being a number one good boy, out here making flat tires and preventing a car from working, Caliban is so proud of his boy.
Just imagine Jack and Abby witnessing Mads just getting YOINKED away in a flash after he just stabbed the cabbie car, theyâre just sitting there like đ§đžđ§đ˝ââď¸ âYâall saw that shit?â âYeahâŚâ
Caliban telling Ness to take the wheel while he just beats the shit out of Mads reminds me of the older cousin who whenever he drives, he would just say âyo take the wheel,â and would just pull his hands away and grab something from behind while 10 year old me would panic and clutch the wheel tightly while weâre on the highway đ heâs a good cousin tho lmao donât think about it too much.
Caliban do be a bully to Mads lmao, but arenât we all? Heâs my scrungly man that I like to put in a snow globe and shake around vigorously.
Not Caliban straight up biting Mads đ¨ bro got them shark teeth and WILL give you an infection, human saliva is legit considered a biohazard when it cuts through the skin and gets into your blood and muscles.
Just imagining Matpat actually saying what Mad is spewing out is so cool, his high pitch voice and giggles makes the tension even more disturbing, and I thrive for it.
Honestly, he did make a good point on cannibals, but at the same time itâs Caliban, heâs a hitman who is smart on making a decision on whether or not someone would be worth keeping alive.
Keep a piece as a trophy, man thatâs crazy, bro thinks heâs the alien Predator smh -_-
HELL YEAH THE GOOD OLâ SWITCHEROO (insert title card) Caliban is truly a badass and a terrifying dude.
Mike out here running towards Sparkyâs like that one Flint lockwood meme I imagine, but HELL YEAH go find your boyfriend!!
MADS GET OFF OF HIM. NESS YOU SAVE YOUR MAN
YEAH BASH THAT FIRE EXTINGUISHER IN HIS FACE
My boys are finally together (granted in a supply closet hiding for their lives but theyâre together nonetheless). Poor Ness is rubbing in pure fear and stress as Mike is just trying to grasp even a small concept of what was happening.
Lmao not them arguing like a married couple even while hiding from the massacre outside the closet.
OH SHIT BEAT HIS ASS CALIBAN, BREAK HIS NOSE. GO FOR THE THROAT MADS
Yeah, why DID you mistake your cyan jacket swearing boyfriend with a bloody teddy bear onesie man who is HOLDING A KNIFE, MIKE??? (I say as I wasnât the first one who made him do that lol-)
Lol I like the thought of Caliban stopping in his tracks just to think of what Mads was referencing to, and immediately swinging again. (Also LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS REFERENCE??? :O)
OH SHIT HEâS DOWN THE CANNIBAL IS DOWN. Mads is so horrific when heâs all absorbed in his own righteous thoughts, but thatâs the thing, heâs too self absorbed in his entitlement.
GET HIS ASS CALIBAN LETS GOOOOOO
Bro that swift breaking the broom and slamming it into Madâs shoulder was awesome, Caliban out here just scolding his murderous tantrum while digging eh broom in his shoulder. Too cool.
Ugh, my heart. Mike protects Ness from Freddyâs, and Ness protects Mike from Mads. These two have my heart always, also WHY CALIBAN đđ
Even while heâs down and bleeding, Mads still needs to have the last word, spewing out his jealous resentment of Ness being the ânormal versionâ of himself.
âI give you that,â
âREALLY?? :Dâ
âNope :Dâ
âD:<â
Ness simply holding an unconscious Mile against himself while ignoring everything around him, including Caliban dragging Mads away, simply listening to Mikeâs heartbeat is melancholic.
Eyyy, the duo are here! Time to make a bittersweet, yet somber comic. Coming right up!
Canât wait for your epilogue friendo
HEY HEY HEY IM HERE IM HERR WITH THE NEXT PART @wouldntyou-liketoknow I GOT IT
Jack is a good roommate and babysitter, I say as he takes Abby to shoot a killer in the head (like I said, good babysitter lmao). Abby feels regret for being threatened and not being able to help her brother, but like Jack said, sheâs only ten. Finally, Mike connected the dots and out he goes to save his family. @crazy-obsessed-enby @iswmperson @lexusinsannus
(Donât worry, Iâm not going to expose Caliban, thatâs why his headlights are off) Meanwhile, Madpat got exposed (by a taxi)
Madpat proceeded to lose it even more and ran away again, thereâs a hole in Jackâs car, Mike is filled with adrenaline and big brother instincts, and Ness and Caliban are silently driving in the darkness.
Shit will go down and I will await for your snippet, hope this doesnât change what you had in mind đ
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Crashing Seas: Aphmau AU
Word length: 3900+
Summary:Â Ever since the early death of Mermaid Queen Rachel, King Derek of Atlantis shuts out anything from the Mainland and forbids interaction for the safety of his home. His eldest daughter Melissa has other plans and strives to discover more about the world she is forbidden to see with her brother, Aaron, and many of her closest friends. When she happens to meet a beautiful Mainlander girl named Lucinda, would Melissa risk all sheâs known to know more about this girl and her world, or is she doomed to fail?
Note:Â This is based loosely on the Little Mermaid Disney film with unique twists and character changes, I hope you all enjoy! If youâd like to be added to the tag list, send me an ask or a dm <3
Tag List: @ptsdaaron
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Chapter One: Breaking from the Wreckage
 Melissa was laying on her seabed, staring out the open hole of her bedroom. She was waiting for the sun to rise high enough to light the waters she lived in. She had her arm under her head, her brown hair floating around her. She was getting anxious, that was one of the reasons why she was awake before the sun touched the seafloor. She wanted to go scavenging again, and today was the best day for several weeks. Being the crowned princess was a pain, Melissa had to take extra classes, do extra public events, and have less time to herself compared to her younger brother Aaron. Even though they were two years apart, they couldnât be more different. Melissa was excitable and adventurous, often the one getting caught in trouble out of the pair. Aaron was quiet and reserved, he knew how to not get caught. Despite the differences, they pulled a lot of adventures together. Their proudest adventures were scavenges from sunken Mainlander ships, finding new and interesting gadgets that they knew nothing about as Merpeople but were fun nonetheless. The two siblings loved their scavenges since it gave them a reason to get closer together. Ever since their mother died, their father had become distant and cold to them, so they relied on each other to keep afloat.
Sunlight broke through the water, fracturing in beams across the pale seafloor; the water went from a deep blue to a green-teal right before Melissaâs eyes. She smiled. She swam out of bed and went across the room to Aaron, shaking his shoulder rather aggressively, she whispered, âAaron! Aaron wake up!â
Aaron whined, stretching a bit. He turned over and opened his eyes a sliver, the deep ruby color shadowed by his lashes, âWhhaaattt?â
âWe need to leave, now!â Melissa said with excited urgency, âWeâll only get a few hours!â
Aaron rubbed his eyes, yawning, âWhat time is it?â
âSunlight just touched,â Melissa replied.
âSweet Irene, Melissa, how long were you awake?â he asked, sitting up.
Melissa hesitated.
Aaron looked at her, his face showed concern. âWere you thinking about Mom again?â
Melissa didnât say anything, which only confirmed Aaronâs concern. She changed the subject, âAnyway! I saw this old wreck the other day over by the ravine, itâs close to falling in. We should head there first.â
âI, um,â Aaron didnât want the subject to change quite yet. He didnât like that whenever their mother was mentioned, everyone shut down on him. He had questions, he was missing some pieces, and no one will give him any. But he decided to leave it for now and he said, âAlright. Lead the way.â
Melissa grinned and swam over to the open window, looking over her shoulder to make sure Aaron was following. Melissa led the way to the ravine, careful not too swim too fast since Aaron tended to lag behind as he got lost in his thoughts. The swim to the ravine was far from any of the outside villages so they didnât have to hide from the curious eyes of their people. Their father, King Derek, kept them on a tight leash ever since their mother died so it was rare to see the royal siblings out for a swim on their own without supervision. So, to keep their father from hearing about their adventures, they traveled early and away from anyone who could see them.
They arrived at the mouth of the ravine, Melissa stopped a little over the lip and looked for the ship. The ship was broken in half, the front of the ship was lost to the ravine, but the back of the ship sat balanced on a ledge several meters down into the ravine. The sunlight exposed the shipâs golden accents that would have been hidden in the darkness otherwise, thatâs how Melissa found it. She smiled when she saw it, her whole body felt tingly with excitement as to what they would find down there. Aaron swam up next to her, he looked down at the broken, barely stable wreck of a ship and said, âTell me youâre not serious.â
âOh come on, Aaron,â Melissa said with a grin, âLive a little.â
She swam down towards the ship, Aaron followed with, âIf I die Iâm blaming you.â
Melissa was too excited to listen to her brotherâs concern as she entered the large hole of the ship. She looked around the dim area, awed by the curious environment. She couldnât name the objects around her like the globe, the astrolabe, the chart of the stars, the pens and ink wells, they were all foreign to her, but they were so interesting. Melissa approached the astrolabe first, it rested on a desk with an overturned chair nearby. She picked it up, turning it over in her hands as Aaron went over to the shelves. He picked up a small snow globe, though he didnât know what it was. He shook it and watched the small flakes of fake snow float around, settling down on the plastic snow covered houses.
âHey Aaron, check it out!â
He turned and saw Melissa looking through the astrolabeâs scope, she was smiling at him. She could see his face clearly, especially the amused look he gave her as he said, âYouâre a child.â
âI prefer an adult that knows how to have fun,â she said with a grin. She lowered the scope, âWhat did you find?â
âSomeâuh,â Aaron waved the snow globe around, showing itâs floating snow, âglass, ball, thing. Itâs cool.â
âOh!â Melissa said as she swam over to inspect it. She shook the snow globe vigorously, watching the blizzard of fake snow swirl around, âAwesome. Weâll have to take it to Dante, along with this thingy,â she said, holding up the astrolabe.
Melissa looked around for a bag or a crate to put the stuff in as Aaron moved over to the globe in the corner, he spun it around and watched it lazily as he said, âYou know he doesnât know what heâs talking about right? He doesnât actually know anything.â
âHe knows more than you,â Melissa defended, âHe had a childhood friend on the mainland, he showed Dante all sorts of cool gadgets.â
âAh yes, the boy with white hair,â Aaron said with a scoff, crossing his arms, âThat doesnât sound made-up.â
Melissa sighed as she over turned an open wooden crate, placing the astrolabe and the snow globe inside before picking it up, she turned to look at her brother. Aaron was playing with the globe, spinning it and stopping it before spinning it and stopping it again. Something was eating at him, that was obvious. Melissa swam over with the crate, she rested it on her hip and said, âDo you know where we are?â
âNot really.â
âWeâre right,â Melissa spun the globe a bit before finding their home. Her finger tip covered part of the large tip of the Mainland and she slid it down a few degrees and stopping, âhere.â
âHowâd you know?â
âMom showed me,â she said.
Aaron looked at Melissa, âWe had one of these?â
âNot really, Mom found one and showed it to me,â Melissa said, âI think itâs a globe, if Iâm remembering right. I think Dad got rid of it after sheââ Melissa stopped herself.
Aaron looked over at his sister. Now was his chance. He swallowed and said, âWhat happened to her?â
Melissa didnât reply. She turned away from the globe and said, âLetâs find some other things to bring to Dante.â
Aaron got upset and spun around towards Melissa as she packed the crate with other trinkets, âWhy wonât anyone tell me anything? Iâm not a child any more than you are!â
âItâs not important Aaron, just drop it,â Melissa said.
âItâs not fair!â Aaron shouted, âWhy wonât you tell me anything? Why do you keep having nightmares about Mom? Why do you go out of your way to find theseâthese pieces of junk, when you know Dad hates it?â
âThis isnât junk, Aaron, theyâre part of entire world!â Melissa defended, âAn entire world we know nothing about! How can we just ignore them when bits of their culture are falling into our home every day?! You canât expect our people to just ignore it.â
âSo we go against our father, the king of Atlantis, to prove a point?â Aaron said, crossing his arms and leaning against a beam on the ship. âThatâs a bit childish for the future queen of Atlantis.â
âOh whatever, I wonât be queen for decades,â Melissa said, âAnd until then Iâm going to do whatever the hell I want,â she turned and grinned at Aaron, âwith my partner in crime.â
Aaron rolled his eyes, a tug of a smile on his face, âYouâre not winning me over with that lame title.â
âWould you preferâŚDouble Trouble?â Melissa said with a growing grin.
âDonât make it worse.â
âCouple of Dudes.â
âPlease stop.â
âBeauty and the Beast.â
âNow youâre just insulting yourself.â
Melissa busted a lung laughing, she had to grab onto the nearby shelf for support. Aaron began to laugh at his sisterâs hysteric laughing. Their relationship had its tensions, as many relationships did, and they always seemed to bounce back. But no amount of teasing and subject changes would stop the growing tension between the two.
When the laughter died down, Melissa said, âCâmon, grab more stuff.â
Aaron swam to the other side of the room to grab more trinkets, he grabbed a few before swimming back to his sister and putting them in. Once Melissa was satisfied with their haul, they left the wreck and swam out of the ravine. A few hours had passed while they were down there, so they were running low on time before they had to do royal obligations for the day. Melissa looked around cautiously before she said, âHurry, letâs go to Dante.â
Melissa led the way to Danteâs cove located closer to the Mainland shores. Aaron followed after her, watching her with mild upset. He couldnât help but kick himself for being so easily persuaded to change the subject he wanted to talk about for years. He knew that the Mainlanders were responsible and that her death was the reason for the ban of Mainlander interaction and objects, but there was more to it. He could feel it, he could see it in his sisterâs eyes and his fatherâs cold shoulder, there was something he was missing, and it was his right to know. She was his mother too. He could feel his bond with his sister growing thinner and thinner the more she avoided his questions and changed the subject. He felt torn between knowing the truth, and keeping his best friend. He had no idea what to do.
Melissa swam to the mouth of Danteâs cove before stopping, she called inside, âDante! You home?â
There was a clatter and a crash from inside followed by Danteâs voice echoing through the cove, âYou scared me Princess, come on in.â
Melissa led the way into the cove and Aaron lagged behind. Danteâs cove wasnât his home but it might as well be. It was a secret cove that was full of Mainlander trinkets and tools like hammers, screws, wrenches, clogs, and other bits of things. He liked messing around with Mainlander items to see how they worked and functioned. Since he was young he always had a fascination these types of objects, and then King Derek banned anything from the Mainland, so Dante moved to a secret cove. The only reason Melissa and Aaron knew about it was because Melissa wanted to know about the objects they found, and Dante was suggested. They had an agreement, keep Danteâs cove a secret and heâll give any knowledge he could about any objects the siblings find.
Dante was swimming around his cove, rushing to tidy up his messy workspace with pulled apart objects and such. He pushed a crate onto one of the ridges in the cove as he looked over his shoulder to see Melissa and Aaron enter, âAh, there you are. Sorry about the mess.â
âIs it messier than usual?â Aaron asked, looking around, âI didnât notice.â
Melissa gave her brother a look as Dante swam down to them, he noticed the crate and put his hands together, âMore goodies for me?â
âSort of,â Melissa said, âMind taking a look?â
âAnything for you Princess,â Dante said with a smile, âPut it on my desk.â
Dante led the way to his work bench, Melissa eagerly following. Aaron kept a few feet away, arms crossed, but his eyes on Dante and Melissa. Melissa put the crate down on his work bench and leaned on the table with excitement as Dante rifled through the objects in the crate. He pulled out the snow globe Aaron found and examined it, first the miniature snow-covered buildings and then tilting to look at the base. When he saw the floating snow, he shook up the globe and watched the fake snow fly around. He smiled, âI know this, itâs a snow globe. My old friend Travis showed me one when I was a kid.â
âIs that the guy with white hair or is this a totally new âfriendâ?â Aaron asked.
âAaron,â Melissa warned as she gave him a look.
âMay I remind you that you have a friend with bright red hair?â Dante said, âAnd my hair color isnât exactly normal either.â
âOh, so white hair is totally plausible then?â Aaron said, sarcastically.
âAbsolutely,â Dante said with a tight smile, making Aaron roll his eyes. He added, âCareful, you keep doing that and your pretty eyes will get stuck there.â
Aaron glared at him and Melissa stepped in, âAaron donât be a jerk. If youâre going to be trouble, then watch the entrance.â
Aaron felt hurt that his sister didnât take his side and he tensed up before he backed down and mumbled, âIâll stay.â
Melissa nodded with vindication before she returned her attention to Dante, she leaned forward, âGo on, tell me more.â
Dante smiled at her and picked out something, the astrolabe Melissa was looking through earlier. He said, âAh, beautiful,â Melissa smiled, excited to Dante put a name to the object she found. He looked it over and said, âThisâŚthis is a, uh,â Dante glanced at Melissaâs excited expression and felt a bit of guilt before he said, âThis is obviously aâŚScopeâŚilizer. Yeah, Scopeilizer.â
Melissa beamed at the name as Aaron snorted and said, âYeah, thatâs a real name.â
âAaron!â Melissa scolded, glaring at him.
âOh come on, that was totally a fake name,â Aaron argued, âHe hesitated!â
âI just, forgot for a bit,â Dante defended, digging himself deeper into the lie he was building, âBut it came to me in the end.â
âThanks so much Dante,â Melissa said to him with a smile, âYou have no idea what this means to me, to us. You telling me about these objects, helps me understand the Mainlanders more.â
Dante smiled a bit, âAnytime, Princess.â
âGross.â
âAlright Aaron, swim along weâre leaving now,â Melissa said as she picked up the astrolabe and the snow globe, âYou can keep the rest of the stuff Dante.â
âVery kind of you Princess, swim safe,â Dante said as Melissa swam towards the mouth of the cove.
Aaron hesitated, staring at Dante with both annoyance and confusion. Aaron was curious about his motives, what reason did he have to lie? And rather poorly too.
âAaron! Come on!â
Aaron left the cove and swam after Melissa, who had waited for him. As they swam back towards the palace, Aaron said, âWeâre cutting it close, arenât we?â
âDonât worry so much, weâll make it,â Melissa said.
âBut our coveââ
âDonât worry about the stuff now, weâll just hide it in our room for the night,â she said.
âMelissaââ
âItâll be fine Aaron, trust me.â
Aaron didnât trust her, especially with the very thing that could cause their father to burst into hellish flames. Aaron held his tongue, though he didnât like it. They swam into their window and Melissa hid the items under her bed quickly as the door opened, revealing their fatherâs personal advisor.
âMorning Ein,â Aaron greeted, eyeing his very suspiciously acting sister.
Ein was the son of the former advisor to the king, and with his fatherâs recent retirement Ein was made the new advisor. He was good at his job and the siblings enjoyed having someone they grew up with in charge of their everyday life, rather than a bitter old man. Ein rested his hands behind his back casually and greeted, âPrince Aaron, PrincessâŚMelissa?â
Surprised by Einâs presence, Melissa slammed the top of her head on the base of her bed as she tried to get out. Ein had an amused smile on his face as Melissa showed herself out from underneath the bed, she smiled sheepishly and said, âEin! How are you?â
âAfter that, much better,â Ein replied with a cheeky grin.
âIf our father giving you trouble again?â Aaron asked as Melissa straightened.
âYou know itâs illegal to talk bad about the king.â
âSince when?â Melissa asked.
âSince both my job and family pride are on the line,â Ein said with a small smile. âEither way, your father wishes to see you both before we start our schedule for today.â He waved towards the doorway, âShall we?â
Ein led the way down the hallway as Melissa and Aaron followed. Melissa whispered to Aaron, âWhat do you think Dad wants to talk to us about?â
âProbably your terrible table manners.â
Melissa elbowed him, âBe serious.â
âI am.â
Melissa hit him, making Aaronâs teasing grin grow. Ein stopped at their fatherâs throne room and he said, âHere we are.â Both siblings straightened immediately in attention as Ein opened the doors and said, âYour highness, I present your daughter Melissa, and your son Aaron.â
Melissa entered first, followed by Aaron. Their father had his back to them, hands clasped. The two siblings could feel the rising tensions in the room, Aaron swallowed nervously. Their father said, âThank you Ein, that will be all.â
Ein closed the door and they were left alone with their father. Derek turned to face his children, his face was sunken with the grief of losing his wife for many years and the isolation he caused because of it. He looked at his children as if he was seeing them for the first time, they looked a lot older than he remembered. When did they stop being so young? Melissa felt the awkward tension building and decided to speak, âGood morning father,â Derek looked at her, âDid you sleep well?â
âNo,â came his blunt reply, âNo I did not.â Melissa felt tenser now. Derek said, âI didnât call you here for pleasantries. I called you two here to tell you, that from now on you two will be in separate rooms.â
âWhat?â Melissa said with sudden surprise, forgetting her place, âWhy?â
âYou need to focus on your preparations to take on the throne,â Derek said, âI want you to be ready when the time comes.â
âWhich wonât be for several decades!â Melissa argued, âFather, pleaseââ
âThis isnât up to discussion,â Derek said harshly, âYouâre lucky Iâm even telling you beforehand. Ein convinced me to on your behalf.â
âFather, please, we need each other,â Melissa said, desperate. She needed Aaron in her life, she wouldnât survive otherwise; she couldnât handle feeling alone. âI need him.â
âHeâs holding you back,â Derek said. âMy decision is final. Aaron, you are to move your belongings to a room on the other side of the palaceââ
âFather!â
âYou are not to visit her during her lessons, you are not to distract her from her duties as the future queen, do I make myself clear?â
Melissa looked at Aaron, wanting him desperately to say no, to tell their father off. But Aaronâs face was blank, he had shut himself down emotionally. He responded, âYes, sir.â
âAaron,â Melissa said, hurt by his betrayal, âAaron, no.â She turned to Derek, âFather please donât do this. Weâre all thatâs left for each other.â
âWeâre done here,â Derek said as he turned his back on his children once again. âEin! Take my children to their room, have Aaron pack and prepare Melissa for her lessons.â
Ein entered at the call of his name and after hearing his instructions, Ein replied, âOf course, sir.â
Melissa wanted to scream, shout, cry, something. But all she could do was glare at her fatherâs back with frustration and anger. Ein led them out of the room and back to their own. Aaron began to pack his belongings numbly, slowly, while Melissa sat on her bed in quiet thought and Ein stood out in the hallway. After a few moments of heavy silence, Melissa said, âWhy didnât you say anything?â
Aaron said, âWhat would I have said? He seemed pretty set on everything.â
âYou could have backed me up,â Melissa said, âActually show your support for me for once.â
âAre you serious right now?â Aaron said, âIâm literally leaving to go to the other side of the castle and never see you again, and you wanna start a fight?â
Melissa sighed, hanging her head. She couldnât fathom being alone in this hell of a castle without her best friend by her side constantly. She didnât want to be alone. Who would she talk to late at night? Who would help her with her lessons? Who would keep her secret with her? Who could replace someone like Aaron in her life? She didnât mean to start crying and she sniffled, wiping her nose, âNo, no, sorry. I justâŚI donât want to lose you Aaron.â
Aaron had stopped packing, he hesitated before he said, âYou wonât lose me Mel. You couldnât if you tried.â
Melissa looked up at him and smiled. Aaron smiled a bit back, Melissa swam over to him and hugged him tight. Aaron held onto her, he was afraid of losing her just as much as she was of losing him. It was then that Melissa was struck with a wonderful, and very bad idea. She pulled away and whispered to him, âWe should go see a Mainlander ship. A real one! Tonight, after sundown!â
Aaron was confused, âWait, what?â
âYou should come to me since Iâll be more guarded after my argument with father,â Melissa said, beginning to brainstorm. âWe should bring Dante along too!â
âWait, wait, Melissaââ
âNo, no, youâre right, too many people involved,â Melissa said, âItâll be us two, a duo mission.â
âMelissa hold on,â Aaron said, finally getting her attention, âItâs one thing scavenging a wrecked Mainlander ship for trinkets, but going to a live one? With Mainlanders on it? With spears?â
âAaron you worry too much! Weâll be careful, weâre always careful,â Melissa said. She took his hands and said, âPlease, Aaron, one final mission for us as a team. Our biggest plot yet. Weâll just watch, no interaction.â
Aaron hesitated, this had âbad ideaâ written allover it, like a majority of Melissaâs ideas. But the pleading look in Melissaâs eyes made him reconsider it. This was going to be the last fun thing Melissa would be doing for a while, and the last fun thing Aaron would do with his best friend at his side. He tightened his grip on her hands with assurance before nodding firmly, âAlright. Letâs find ourselves a ship.â
#aphmau#aphmau fanfiction#crashing seas au#melissa lycan#aaron lycan#dante#ein#derek lycan#this was my first time writing anything so let me know if i can change it up like w the format or whatever#please critique me i need it#oof hope yall like it
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in the frosty air
This is my gift for the LBMR Secret Santa! Thanks to @askalfendilaytonâ for arranging the whole thing!Â
My gift is for the wonderful @dont-drop-your-ascots
Now without further ado...
crossposted on ao3
Rating: General Audiences
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Florence wheeled into Alfendi Laytonâs office looking like a woman on a mission. Her hair was tied back, lab coat buttoned, and there were smudges of ink on her hands and face. She rolled over to Alfendiâs desk and slammed her hands onto the small part not covered with papers.
âAl, youâve gotta help me,â Florence said, very nearly out of breath. âChristmas party. Will the Commissioner be there or not?â
Alfendi blinked at her from where he was sitting. âPardon?â
âI need to know if Barton will be at the holiday party. Because if heâs there, I need to get him a nice gift. Stay in his good- achoo!â Florence sat back in her chair and pulled a tissue from the box on the desk in front of her.
âOi, Flo!â
Florence nearly fell onto the floor. Lucy Baker had at some point materialized behind her, and was walking over with a bottle of hand sanitizer.
âItâs cold season, ya know. Gotta stay healthy!â Lucy said. âNice decorations, by the way.â She touched the few layers of tinsel draped around Florenceâs chair. Lucy then handed the family-sized bottle to Florence and disappeared to some dank corner of the small office.
A dry smile appeared on Alfendiâs face. âLucy, you donât need to mother everyone who comes in the office,â he said, glancing at the place to which Lucy had disappeared.
âI can and shall, Prof!â
âMuch appreciated, Lu,â Florence said with a cursory glance to Lucyâs corner. She turned back to Alfendi and pumped some sanitizer.
âFlorence, all I can tell you is that Barton is always at the party, which you know. Whatâs the real reason youâre here?â said Alfendi.
âI told you. Need a gift. For the Commissioner. Any ideas?â
âAnd this wouldnât have anything to do with the new position in forensics opening up?â
âNo!â she said, indignant. âIf you must know-â Florence leaned as far as she could across the desk and lowered her voice- âI bet Sniffer 20 pounds that I can get Barton the best present ever.â
âThatâs really not a big deal. The Commissioner just likes getting gifts, I donât think heâs that hard to buy for,â said Alfendi. He pulled a snow globe sitting on his desk towards him. It depicted a snowman wearing sunglasses lounging by a sunny shore, and there were assorted beachy snowpeople decorating the base. Florence stared at the relaxing snowman as Alfendi picked up the snow globe and began to turn a key, causing a tinkling rendition of some Christmas standard she didnât recognize to play.
Florence thought he must be intrigued by her problem if he picked up a snow globe instead of his paperwork. Or maybe just bored, but she really needed the help.
âPlease, Al. Itâs a matter of pride. Losing a bet to Sniffer Hague? No chance in hell.â
The snow globe stopped playing. Florence finally placed the tune- âJingle Bell Rock.â
Alfendi put it back down on his desk and stood up. âLetâs go,â he said. âWeâre getting lunch, then weâre both getting presents for Barton. Lucy, you coming with?â
âCanât- already have lunch plans,â piped Lucy. She materialized again from whichever corner she was hiding in. She gave her boss an apologetic glance. âHave fun, you two.â
âBye, Lucy, have fun with your plans,â Florence called over her shoulder. She had already wheeled halfway out the door.
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âYou can always do what Iâm doing and get the Commissioner a gift card to a fancy restaurant,â said Alfendi. He was walking next to Florence along the pavement lining the shopping center. A brisk wind blew at the duoâs ponytails as they traversed the multitude of stores. A few inches of snow lay on the ground, turning quickly to slush with all the passers-by.
âWe canât get him the same thing, Al. Then Hague will know you helped.â Florence looked in the window of each store they passed, noting the various Christmas displays. She didnât note the people staring at her lab coat and dirty face.
Alfendi stuck his hands in his coat pockets. âI donât know. Writing pad? Fountain pen? Silverware? Gift card to a different fancy restaurant?â
Florence kept her eyes peeled. Skincare, no. Furniture, no. Creepy elf animatronic, a resounding no. Pots and pans-
âHold it.â She froze.
âWhat?â
âWhat ifâŚâ She looked up to meet Alfendiâs eyes. âWhat if I made him food? Like his favorite dessert or something?â
He considered the idea.
âFlorence Sich⌠You are a genius. Nothing Sniffer comes up with can beat that,â Alfendi said. They resumed their walk, this time in the direction of the Yard. Florence stopped gazing into every store display and focused on where she was going.
âWhat does the Commissioner like?â she asked.
âHmm. Well, I know heâs not one for delicate dishes. But he loves a good sweet nonetheless. Maybe you could try giving him a pie of some sort?â
âI canât cook, though. Nor can I bake. Al, any chance you know how to make haute cuisine?â She grimaced.
âIâm decent at baking, but nowhere near as good as you want to be to meet Bartonâs standards,â he said, shaking his head. âBut I know someone who can help. Do you know my sister Flora? Go see her, sheâll know what to do.â
âI hope so. I need all the help I can get.â The pair had reached Alfendiâs nearby car. They drove back to the Yard in the snow. Never had Florence been more grateful for the coat she had received from one aunt or another at some birthday. It may have been bulky and inconvenient, but it was functional in the old car with a broken heating system.
When they reached their workplace, Florence was no less frazzled than she was when the trip had started. Alfendi reached across her and took a pen and notepad from his glove compartment.
âHereâs the address,â he said, scribbling. âFlora will be there pretty much anytime before 6 pm. Just explain that you need to cook something and sheâll help you out.â He ripped out the piece of paper and offered it to Florence. She accepted the proffered address and made a mental note to stop by the place after work. âThanks for your help, Al. Iâm sure youâll know whether Iâm up 20 pounds or not after the holiday party.â
âAlways a pleasure, Florence. Are we still on for coffee with Lucy next week?â
âYup, yup. Have to go, Al, duty calls.â And with that, Florence was off to work.
-
Florence knocked on the thick wooden door. It was marked by a metal nameplate reading âProfessor Layton.â
The address Alfendi gave Florence had led her to a small university she had considered applying to in her youth, out in the country. She found herself surrounded by old-fashioned wood and brick and young students milling around the campus. Unfortunately, the old building was filled with dust and rendered her considerably more sneezy than usual.
âProfessor Layton?â she called. With no response, she tried the door handle. It was unlocked, so Florence entered. The office was lit warmly, and in a corner Florence noticed a desk. It was considerably neater than the one she had been staring down earlier that day.
Behind the desk sat a woman. Florence couldnât see her face, as she was slumped over in sleep. Brown hair fanned out over her desk and around her shoulders.
Florence wondered if it would be rude to wake the woman. Probably not, she decided. Flora had looked kind in all the pictures Alfendi had sitting on his desk.
She tapped the woman on the shoulder. âProfessor Layton?â she said again. âProfessor Layton. Are you alright?â She sneezed into her elbow.
Flora sat up with a start. âWhat? Hmm?â She rubbed at her eyes. âPardon me, but who are you?â
âIâm- achoo!- Florence Sich, Professor. I work with Alfendi. I was under the impression you could help me with something. Itâs quite nice to finally meet you in person.â
âOh!â said Flora. She pulled at a piece of hair that had escaped her tight ponytail. âYes, I do remember a message from Al about that. You need to make the Commissioner a Christmas treat?â
The scientist fiddled with her coat buttons. âYes⌠Iâve got a bet that I can get him the best Christmas gift. Achoo!â The place was really quite dusty.
âBless you! So, what do you have in mind? Last I saw him, the Commissioner favored fruits⌠how about a fruit tart? That shouldnât be exceptionally difficult. When can you give it to him?â
âI need it by next Friday. Can you teach me how to bake by then?â Florence asked.
âLetâs see.â Flora turned around in her desk chair to look at a calendar hanging on the wall behind her. âIâm free this Sunday morning at 11. Can you come over then and Iâll teach you? I can have Al send you my home address.â
âWould you really do that? Help me?â
âA true gentlewoman always helps a person in need,â Flora said. âAny friend of Alfendi is a friend of mine anyway. So will I see you on Sunday?â
Florence nodded eagerly. âYes! Iâll see you then. Thank you so much, Professor. You donât know how much this helps.â
Flora laughed. âCall me Flora, dear. Iâve made a few wagers in my life. I hope you win this one.â
-
âGah! Why is baking so difficult?â Florence grimaced at the sight of the sugar all over her hands. She was in Floraâs kitchen, which smelled profusely of vanilla and butter. Flora stood next to her. Ingredients were spread all over the counter and Florence thought she must have a piece of every single one on the apron she had borrowed.
âFocus, Florence,â Flora said. âThe cream is the hardest part. Once you get past this itâll be smooth sailing.â
âIâm just worried about this- achoo!- party,â Florence said. âItâs not about the bet anymore. I actually want to make the Commissioner a nice gift. This yearâs been a rough one for the Yard.â
Flora slowly poured cream into her bowl and began to mix with vigor, and Florence copied her. âTry to put all of that behind you. As long as you focus on the baking, I promise you it will turn out well and Commissioner Barton will love it,â said Flora.
âIn fact, I was never much for cooking myself when I was young. Alfendi can attest to that. But with a few years of practice and a healthy dose of passion, I was able to make all sorts of good things. I bet it was sort of the same thing for you and detective work, huh?â
Florence sighed, pouring another ingredient in. âYeah, but Iâm a scientist, not a detective. Youâd think Iâd be good at this, dealing with measurements like I do.â
âWho said you werenât good at baking?â Flora set down her own bowl and crossed her arms. âLook at what youâve got there. Thatâs perfect!â
Florence looked down. âHuh,â she said. Her eyes widened. âReally? Is it okay?â
âItâs more than okay,â Flora said as she pulled their tart shells out of the oven, where they had sat for fifteen minutes. âItâs wonderful. And if you made this on your first try, being nervous, thereâs no way you canât recreate it next week.â
âThank you!â Florence said. âProfessor Layton, you are my Christmas miracle.â
Flora was beaming. âItâs always a pleasure to help, especially during this season! Now letâs finish these tarts!â
The pair finished the next couple steps with minimal difficulty. When they were done, Florence was dumbfounded at the neat appearance of her own creation. It looked too pretty to be something she had made, given the recent state of her affairs in the busy season. She thanked Flora over and over again before leaving.
âSo will I be seeing you again soon?â she asked Flora.
âSure thing, dear. Iâll make sure to drop by the party at some point. Have a lovely week!â
-
The Yard Holiday Party was by no means extravagant. This year it was held in a back room at the yard, as per the usual. It had been decorated nicely by someone. Probably Lucy, Florence thought, given the womanâs penchant for fairy lights. They were strung up on every table, around the walls, the tree, and even some people.
Tables with chairs were scattered sporadically across the small room, and a tree stood in the corner. It was done up with tinsel and paper clip garlands, courtesy of some bored Yard employees. Lights reflected off of red baubles hung precariously from the branches of the tree.
Various holiday sweaters abounded- from Dustinâs light-up Rudolph face to the Deputy Commissionerâs sparkly Christmas tree. Florence herself was wearing a simple red dress. Amidst the sea of sweaters she spotted Lucy wrapping a string of lights around Alfendiâs arm.
Florence went to where they were standing. âHave you seen Barton?â she asked, anxious to give him the treat she carried. âOh! Looking good, Lucy.â
Lucy had switched her newsboy cap out for a Santa one covered in bells, and was wearing an atrocious fur-trimmed glittery sweater. Alfendi had obviously suffered a few hugs, being covered in glitter himself. âCheers, Flo! Happy holidays!â said Lucy as she offered Florence a cup of cider. She took it and gulped down some in the hopes that it would distract her from the task at hand.
Alfendi offered her a jingle bell, presumably fallen off of Lucyâs hat.
âFor good luck,â he said. Florence took it and tucked it into her purse. Alfendi smiled and pointed to the center of the room. âI think Bartonâs over there. But Snifferâs with him, so donât let him get to you!â
âThanks, Al. Iâd better be off before Hague starts to sabotage me.â Florence carried her tart to the Commissioner himself. âSir?â she ventured once near enough to give it to him. âThis would be for you. Made it myself.â
The Commissioner took the treat Florence offered. âMs. Sich, you didnât have to get me anything,â he said. âAnd look- my favorite type of tart! My friend Layton used to make some just like this, you know.â
Sniffer Hague stood right next to Barton, upset that his conversational efforts to win him over had been interrupted. âIs that so, sir?â he asked, winking at Florence.
She was silent. The Commissioner paused, and everything seemed to slow down around the three. âWell, of course it doesnât beat the signed cookbook you got me, but a homemade treat from the heart is really something special. Here, sit down.â He dragged Florence and Sniffer to a nearby table. âLetâs eat this right now!â
A crowd gathered around the table as the tart was cut into and eaten. âMerry Christmas, everybody!â said the Commissioner.
âHeh. 20 pounds to meâŚâ Sniffer muttered to Florence.
âDelicious, Ms. Sich!â the Commissioner snuffled through a piece of tart. Sniffer picked up his own piece and started eating.
She flashed a genuine smile at the Commissioner. If she couldnât win a bet, at least she had given Barton something he genuinely liked. She supposed that made the difficulty worth it. Still⌠all that effort for basically nothing.
She glared at Sniffer. â I learned to bake just for this, you know,â she said.
âReally? Thatâs dedication,â he said, looking impressed. Bits of cream dotted his nose. âAnd this is really, really good. I guess Iâll let the money slide. But only because this is amazing, and because itâs Christmas.â Sniffer and Florence shook hands and smiled.
âMerry Christmas, Hague,â Florence caid.
âMerry Christmas, Sich.â
âOi! You two! Over here!â They both looked over to where Lucy was calling them. âLetâs dance!â she said.
âI would rather not!â Florence shouted back.
âJingle Bell Rockâ was blaring from an unseen speaker. Lucy shrugged and started dancing with a somewhat reluctant Alfendi. After a verse or two, they pushed through the crowd to sit with Florence and her companion.
âSo? Who won?â Alfendi asked eagerly. âSniffer called it off!â Florence said with a triumphant flourish. âDid I ever tell you your sister was a Christmas miracle, Alfendi?â
âI take that to mean that Hague won?â he said. He was grinning from ear to ear.
Hague nodded. âSich here just put so much effort into this bet. Hadâta throw it. It is the season of giving, after all. Here, try some of her tart.â He pushed a plate towards Alfendi and Lucy.
âWell then, hereâs a gift for you.â Florence placed the bell Alfendi gave her into Snifferâs hand.
âYes! A true reconciliation,â Lucy said. âNow, can we please rock around some Christmas trees?â The music got louder, and rock they did.
end
Bonus moodboard baby! Happy holidays!
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