#(( the recipe is taken from the song “you wouldn't want to mess with me” from the little mermaid tv series ))

[niightravcns]

"One barracuda's nose, a dozen turtle toes, the venom of a sea anemone, eye of a sea urchin, Crab of Louie, stir the goop until gooey..."

"Wait a minute, Crab of Louie?! As in, Crab Louie? I thought this was supposed to be a potion, not food!"

[squish-bean-uwu]

-Fruit Pie-

A Moceit fanfic by @.Purple Hair and Crofters on Amino. (I've been given permission to post it here since they do not have a tumblr as of yet)

Triggers: Mild Swearing, Sympathetic Deceit, lots of food mentions

Words: 1955

Link: http://aminoapps.com/p/t5ga2k

Spreading his arm so that he could reach the edges of the table, Patton swept the cloth across the surface and watched as the mess left by an adoreable but rather irritatingly disruptive toddler disappeared. He ensure that the correct amount of cutlery was placed into the metal cylinder at the centre of the table, as well as menus stashed behind it and a pair of salt and pepper shakers set out neatly in view at the far end of the table.

He stood back for a second, tucking the dirtied cloth into the tie of his apron and, tilting his head, smiled in satisfaction. There never were many people in the diner at any given time, but when there were people he wanted to ensure that they enjoyed it as much as was possible.

A small chiming sounded it's way from the door. Patton turned his head so that he could look over his shoulder, a smile breaking out on his face as he saw who it was. Quickly running towards the kitchen, he pushed open the doors and into the heat.

Despite the little diner not being overly filled - in fact never even reaching its full capacity - the kitchen was still hot to the point of sweltering; clanging, yells, bubbling and cracking sounds all seemed to originate from every corner of the room, various people rushing from pot to pot, testing this and stirring that to ensure that everything was cooked to perfection. Humming to himself, Patton swerved out of the way of a waiter who was carrying several plates on his arms as he went towards the main diner, nodding in greeting towards Patton before disappearing though the double doors.

"Logan!" He called over the noise, looking around for any sign of his main chef, a small frown flowering on his face "He's here and I need-"

"It's gooseberry as requested". Patton spun around to see Logan stood behind him, a freshly made fruit pie held out in front of him. "A most unusual flavour, however I am sure your intuition on this can not be flawed". There was a slight sarcasm to Logan's voice, but Patton just smiled and took the pie.

"You're the best" he proclaimed before sidestepping and walking past Logan. "Remind me to give you a bonus at some point, you deserve it!"

"Don't worry, I will not forget" Logan mumbled, smiling slightly as he watched the jovial man disappear into the dining area before looking back around the kitchen, frowning and walking around "Roman! I told you not to put the chicken in yet! It's going to be so fucking dry I could use it as a towel!"

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Boots crunching against the gravel as he walked up to the entrance of the diner, a slight smile began to form on Deceit's face. Just the appearance of the small place was enough to put him into a good mood; large plants in pots placed around the perimeter of the diner, bright colours used to paint it and a neon sign flashing "Lil' Pat's" just seemed so ghastly to some, and yet held the ability to strike joy into Deceit's frozen soul every time he saw the place.

The familiar chime of the bell as he entered alerted people of his entrance, his smirk growing as he saw Patton spot him before rushing into the kitchen. Walking over to the window, Deceit sat in the same spot that he had sat in every day now for the past two years - two years today.

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The diner was new. Recently opened, as Deceit had heard, by some man named Patton Morales. Not long ago moved into the area, else Deceit would of heard about him before, his willingness to reinvent and save the failing local diner also catching his attention. It had been expected that the place would shut down and be taken over by one corporate company or another, so the moment that it was revealed that some new guy with no history of owning a diner would be taking it over, talk spread like wildfire across the community. And no one took more intrigue as to the mysterious saviour of a local treasure then Deceit.

As he rounded the corner, he had to stop and blink for a few moments as he registered the brightness of the colours. The forward nature of the design. He frowned. It could always have been worse. He didn't know how, but he's sure that it could of been worse

Walking into the diner, the first thing he noticed was the music: some sort of cheesy song that was probably put on in a vain attempt to distract the customers from the ghastly decoration.

"Welcome!" It took all of Deceit's self restraint not to jump into the air as a smiling man suddenly appeared in front of him. He seemed oblivious as to how much he had truly scared Deceit, a sense of relief settling over him as he realised this fact. The man had dirty blonde hair, which he was at present pushing out of the way for his glasses that rested on his face. His head was tilted so slightly, and there was something.. mesmerising about him.

"I assume you're Patton Morales?" Deceit questioned, holding out a hand for the man, one corner of his lip rising in a smirk "Pleasure to meet you. Deceit Lyand."

Patton took the hand extended towards him and shook it, smiling wide "Pleasure to meet you as well Mr Lyand." He looked around, eyes falling on an empty table near the window "If you wouldn't mind sitting over there, I'll start your order. Do you know what you might like?"

Carefully slipping into the seat, Deceit adjusted his gloves and removed his hat, placing it on the empty space next to him. He thought for a moment before smiling up at Patton. "A fruit pie. Any flavour. Surprise me."

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He'd gone to the diner everyday since. He was lucky that he owned his own business, meaning that he held the ability to take a break whenever it suited him, and whenever he desired the company of the other man. Deceit wasn't entirely sure how, but a bond had grown between the two. On busy days, Patton had enough time to serve him and talk to him for a few minutes before being reluctantly forced onto the next person who walked through the door. When business was slow, Patton would often take the empty seat opposite Deceit and the two would talk for however long it took for Deceit to finish the pie which Patton had provided for him.

Then there was the pie itself. Patton had taken what he had said that first day to heart, never failing to surprise him as to what fruit concoction he was being given that day. One day it would be something as simple as apple or rhubarb or cherry, the next a complex combination of cinnamon, blackberry and raspberries.

On the occasions when he could get a hold of more exotic fruits, Patton designed a recipe to use them; pineapple and raspberry, once even mango and blueberry. Obviously, there were still the traditional ones that were dotted inbetween Patton's random ventures of flavour, just to remind Deceit as to why he had fallen for the food to begin with.

Ok. So if he was being entirely honest, something which was relatively uncommon for him around others, he hadn't just fallen for the food. He'd also fallen for Patton.

Deceit was snapped out of his trance as he heard the tapping of feet against stone, looking up to be greeted by Patton's beaming face. In his hands he held a pie, steam still pouring off it. He'd never quite understood why, but Patton had always felt it necessary to make each pie from scratch and finish cooking it moments before his arrival.

In fact, Patton had always done this because he had wanted to impress Deceit, a small part of him terrified that the man would leave if his pies were anything below the standard level. Today, however, he had simply wanted him to take his time in appreciating the food, something that happened often, but was incredibly important to happen today. Placing it down in front of Deceit, he untied his apron and draped it over the back of his seat, sitting opposite the other man as was custom.

"It's gooseberry" he said happily, watching as one of Deceit's secret smiles spread across his face. The man didn't seem to realise when they appeared, making them all the more special for Patton on the times when he notices and has the chance to appreciate them. "It was the very first pie I ever made you."

"I remember" a small laugh escaped past Deceit's lips "I thought you were crazy. Then.. well it turned into my favourite, if only for the sentiment behind it" he looked up at Patton.

Patton shuffled slightly where he sat, sitting on his hands to stop himself from fidgeting. He bit his bottom lip, a large smile on his face as he watched Deceit. He could even pinpoint the moment he had realised he was in love.

It had been raining heavily over the past couple of days, and Patton wouldn't have opened up were it not for the fact that he lived almost next door to the diner. The roads were flooded, pavements turned to rivers and the car park for the diner had transformed into a swimming pool. Needless to say, noone came into the diner. That was, until Patton had been sat on one of the tables, humming and swinging his legs, when the door chimed. It had been Deceit, drenched head to foot in water, looking as though he'd just walked through a storm - which essentially he had - but grinning. "I couldn't miss your pie now could I?" That. That had been the moment that Patton realised he was in love.

Patton looked away for a moment, staring out the window, a ghost-smile appearing on his face as he remembered the moment. It had been a revelation to say the least, but one which he had been so relieved to accept. At the least he now knew what he was feeling, the turning in his stomach and the flattering in his chest which he felt every time Deceit walked in.

Watching Patton gaze out of the window wistfully, Deceit slowly reached into his pocket and withdraw a small, diamond encrusted ring. Placing it on the top of the pie, he coughed. "I think there's something in the pie that shouldn't be there."

"Hmm what?" Patton frowned, turning 'there shouldn't be I made it from scratch. I can make a new one if you-"

His breath caught as his gaze fell onto the ring, rested carefully against the pastry. He barely managed to drag his eyes upwards, clasping a hand to his mouth and trying not to squeal and Deceit reached over, picking the ring up and taking Patton's free hand. Tears prickled his eyes. He'd just wanted to make a good pie.

"Patton Morales" Deceit smiled "you're fruit pies are the best thing that I have and ever will eat. You're imagination is second to none, your determination is above all others and every moment that you've spent talking to me has been a moment well spent." His hands were shaking "So, would you do me the honour of becomming my husband?"

Patton nodded, crying. No sooner had the ring been slipped onto his finger as he was throwing his arms around Deceit's neck.

"I must make really good pies" he mumbled between tears, causing Deceit to laugh and hold him tighter.

"You sure do."

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So this was actually for the #FoodDrinkContest but I became far more involved in it then I had first thought I would. Genuinely, love this x

Also, please thank SQUISH for helping with inspiration for this, as the entire diner au is part of a rp we're doing -PCAC