#Professor Layton X You

[themoonlovemuses]

The Long Walk Home (Professor Layton X Reader)

Summary:  After a long day of work, you and the professor decide to walk home together and discuss life and the upcoming charity gala at the university

“Whew! Another fine day of work done! Huh, Professor?” You exclaimed, entering the messy office of your dear friend.

“Oh yes! I’m just finishing up grading some tests. If you give me five more minutes, I shall be done and we can be off home.” He smiled, swivelling around in his chair briefly to acknowledge you before returning to his prior work.

Making a noise of agreement, you settle down on the comfortable orange sofa you had been accustomed to sitting on when the professor was finishing up work, whether that be a paper a student has written, or his own dissertation on what he has discovered during the adventures he has had with his young assistant. Having been working at the university for a little while now, you had slowly and surely become good friends with the Professor, with him joining you in the library during his lunch breaks if and when he gets a minute away from his classroom, and you joining him in his office in the evenings to walk home together. So you’re used to waiting in his messy office, strewn with open books used for references and papers on any conceivable surface. Except today, it isn’t quite as messy as it usually is, with books back in their proper place on the bookshelves and archaeology brushes put back into their pot.

“Rosa’s been to tidy up early, hasn’t she Professor? I thought she would’ve done it in the morning like she usually does?” You enquired, looking at a puzzle box that has been left on the coffee table while you waited. ‘Must be his newest puzzle’ I chuckled to myself as I picked up the box, fiddling with some of the interlocking pieces, not really trying to solve it, just something to stop my hands from being restless.

“Well yes, she said she wanted to do it now, as she’ll be busy next week helping with the preparations for next week’s charity gala”

“Oh yes! I completely forgot! That’s the one to raise money for the disaster relief fund right?” I asked, putting the puzzle box down and focusing my gaze instead on the back of the professor’s head. His iconic top hat perched just right on the top of his head. As I stared into space, I only then remembered an envelope in the Dean’s handwriting being left on your desk over a month ago, all black card and gold scripture. Definitely on a budget, but the fanciest invitation I had received yet.

Dear (Y/N)

I would to formally invite you to our annual charity gala, which will be held at our very own university on the 7th of March.

This year’s charity gala will be an extra special one, as we will be raising money for the Typhoon Disaster Relief Fund. All ticket revenues and revenue generated from the events held at this gala will go towards this fund in solidarity with the people of Haiti.

The events of the night will be held as below:

7:30pm - 8:00pm - Guests arrive and mingle in the receiving area

8:00pm - 9:00pm - Sit down dinner with a set menu

9:00pm - 9:45pm - Charity Auction with Art from local artists and Artefacts 

9:45pm - 10:00pm - Speeches

10:00pm - 12:00am - Dancing and socialising

The back of this invite holds the set menu for this event. If you require any changes due to any dietary requirements, please let us know in advance so we can accommodate this for you.

Yours faithfully,

Dean Delmona - Dean of Gressenheller University

“Yes, that is the one, being held in the events room usually used for the student’s activities and events. Will you be attending?” He asks setting his papers aside and closing the binder in front of him. A clear sign he is done for the day.

“I had replied back to the Dean that I was going to go, even if just to support the charity aspect of the evening. I just don’t know how I will deal with the mingling section if I don’t know anyone there. I was honestly just going to go around with Rosa, but I suppose it’d be good for me to make new friends. Will you be going?” I asked, readying my bag and standing up as the professor grabs his coat from the back of his office chair and swings it onto himself.

“Oh yes, as well as raising money for a good cause, it’s also a great chance to catch up with the professors at the other universities in the district, to compare findings and notes on expeditions taken throughout the year. Shall we?” He asks, opening the door for me to walk through like he does every time we walk home together.

“A true gentleman as always. And thank goodness for that! I now know at least one person at this event” I tease, walking through as he chuckles, locking up the office behind him as we make our way back towards the front of the school.

“Well, of course, a gentleman must always put the needs of a lady first. That includes going through doors. And yes, it is always comforting to know you’ll see at least one familiar face in the crowd, isn’t it? And you won’t only know one person… you’ll know two people since the dean will be there as well.”

“Well you say that, but the dean will probably be so busy with the board of directors, the deans of the other district universities and beneficiaries, I doubt he’ll have time to seek me out specifically Layton.”

“You’d be surprised. He always makes time for his staff at these events. Especially since he likes to make sure everyone’s having a good time. You’ll see.” He finished, giving a knowing look as we turned out of the university, past the bus stop I used on my first day and down the street towards home. It only felt like yesterday was my first day here. How time flies by when you’re having fun.

“Anyway, it’ll be great to meet up outside of work for once. I know you’ve had a lot on your plate recently, and even gentlemen deserve a break now and again surely? Where was it you had just come back from again?”

“Misthallery. And yes, I suppose I have been quite busy assisting with the official police report on that incident and corresponding with Luke’s father. Perhaps this charity gala is just what I need to unwind a little.”

“Then I’ll try my best to make it a night to remember! How is Luke settling in by the way? It must be awfully strange to be so far away from his parents. And at such a young age as well.”

“He’s doing quite alright, thank you for asking. I can tell he is feeling a little homesick, but you know how the boy is; always putting on a brave face and powering through one step at a time. Besides, he has made some quite fond friends during his stay, what with yourself and Emmy having been there for him during the settling-in period.”

“Well glad I could help! Just let him know that he’s always welcome at the library, just in case you go into one of your late-night thinking sessions and he wants to talk to someone while he waits.”

“Well, I’ll certainly pass on the message. I’m sure he’ll appreciate that.” He chuckles as we made our way down the embankment. The light danced on the lapping waves of the Thames as boats of tourists and cargo used the waterways to go about their business. ‘How many lives coasted across its waves a day?’ I thought to myself as we made our way. How many people had we passed on our way home that we hadn’t noticed? Where were they going?

“But enough about me, how has your work been faring? I know the student’s work has been increasing by the day. Which must mean more work for you?”

“Oh yes! The library has been having quite an increase of students coming in. It has been a little bit hectic keeping up with the returns and books being taken, But it’s been nice to be up on my feet and helping the students with whatever it is they need. It’s almost like being an assistant to the great minds of the future. Even if that does mean I have to keep going up and down the stairs, but look at the positives! It technically classes as a good workout on the job!.”

“Perhaps you too are in need of a break then.” He said, offering me a look that said he knows well about ignoring the feeling of granting yourself a break.

“Hah, perhaps I do Professor. My feet could do with the break, that’s for sure. I hope there are seats at the event past the meal portion of the night.”

“Then allow me to be on hand to make the event a well-needed break from the day-to-day.” He offered, almost in the same vein as I had done earlier on our walk home. 

“Then it’s agreed, we will both try our best to make sure one another has a grand old time and keep each other in check about worrying about day-to-day life.”

“Agreed. Speaking of, I was wondering…” He trailed off. 

“Yes?” I asked, prompting the man next to me to continue with his thought. It was unlike him to suddenly go quiet like that. And was that apprehension etched in his brow? And something else, something deeper. Something I couldn’t quite decipher.

“Ahem. I was wondering, since we both live in the same direction, I was wondering if you would like to go together? As you said, it’s comforting to see a familiar face in a big crowd like this event is going to draw. It might be nice to start the night in that same vein before mingling?”

 “Wait really?” I asked, not really expecting that. I don’t know why I hadn’t, since we had become fast friends. But still…

“Ah, my apologies, I fear I may have been a bit presumptuous in my suggestion. I didn’t mean to put any pressure on you to come with me if you have made other plans.” He replied, a bashful laugh leaving his mouth.

“Oh, no no no! Not at all! I was only thinking I wouldn’t want to delay you getting to the event was all! But yes, if that’s alright with you and Luke, I’d love to drop around yours first before we go to the gala! It’ll be nice to see Luke and Emmy before we go anyway and…oh! We're here already?”

And before either of us were really ready to say goodnight, the two of us were already in front of the Professor’s townhouse. The green lacquer door and yellow bricks shone like gold in the sunset’s light, glinting beautifully from the windows. Our usual parting point, come too soon.

“I was sure we had another five minutes until we got here. Oh well, what conversations can do I suppose.” I chuckle, more out of embarrassment of not being aware of my surroundings rather than anything being particularly funny. Thanks fully the Professor joined in as well.

“You’re quite right. Time does fly by when in good company I suppose. Now, are you sure I can’t walk you back to your house?”

“Professor, you ask me this every time we walk home together. And I really do appreciate the sentiment, but I only live a block away from here! I’m sure I can walk myself there without any issues occurring. No need to go out of your way just for me.” I reply, walking a few paces backwards to make the point clear.

“Well, you are quite the capable person I know. In that case, I wish you a good night (Y/N)” He finishes, tipping his hat just so.

“Good night Professor. I’ll see you tomorrow then. We can talk more about our plans for the gala in the morning.” I smile, before turning on my heel and walking into the night, a slight spring in my step at the anticipation of events to come.

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As they walked off into the night like they usually did, I felt a certain… lightness envelope me. Like a weight I had unknowingly been carrying had been lifted from my shoulders. Which was strange considering I had nothing particularly grating occurring in my life currently. Apart from that… but it’s best not to dwell on the past.

“What a conversation can do…” I said quietly to myself as they finally turned the corner, leaving my line of sight. Only once they were out of sight did I turn towards home and open the doors, closing it just behind me just as a pair of feet started to pad towards me.

“Oh, Professor! Welcome back! How did your lectures go?” A familiar voice called as he made his way to the hallway, where I unburdened myself of my coat and hat.

“Quite the success my boy. I believe you were right in relating this class’s topic to our excursion would do just the trick to make the material much more uplifting and engaging. I even had some of the students ask about you from the stories I told.”

“Oh wow! Glad I could help Professor! Was that (Y/N) I saw you speaking with outside? Did she

“Sadly they couldn’t come in tonight, as they have other things to take care of this evening. But, if it’s alright with you, they would like to come round for a little while next week. For that charity event I told you about.”

“Really! Oh, I’d love to have them around! I can show them all the things I learnt at the new school and all the puzzles I’ve helped solve…Oh! And I’ve even managed to finally solve that sliding block puzzle box you left me with! Come look Professer!” He exclaimed, before rushing off back to where he came from.

Chuckling to myself, I place my shoes away in the hall and follow Luke into the living room, only half focusing on my young apprentice and his newest achievement. The other half of me wondering about the gala and the evening ahead of us.

#professor layton #professor hershel layton #Professor Layton X Reader #Professor Layton X You #hershel layton #x reader #writing #oneshot #reader #reader insert #reader interactive #reader self insert #self-insert #Self Insert #fluff

[transannabeth]

🍵 downsizing sale!!

🛒 bigcartel

unfortunately due to the price increase i'll be closing my bigcartel store at the end of this month. SO:

use code SWEETTEA at checkout when you spend 15USD or more for 20% off!!

store closes april 30th!

#store tag #merch artist #merch store #online store #ace attorney #ghost trick #professor layton #spy x family #miraculous ladybug #please share i wanna get rid of some stuff as;lfjsdk #i WILL have my etsy still to clarify but everything is slightly more expensive there due to fees #AND i also have summer cons to buy merch for so i'd like to clear out some older merch you know? #we're gonna have a looot of discounts at cons this year i think

[another-clive-blog]

Basically

(Original under the cut)

#I spent hours scrolling Tumblr to find the original poster but found nothing :/ I'll keep looking here and on other social medias #But yeah. Something I've noticed with Clive #We love you dearly you idiot x) #clive dove #professor layton and the unwound future #professor layton and the lost future #unwound future spoilers #lost future spoilers #Shitpost

[evil-city]

To everyone who has a Professor Layton OC

Can I please see them?

#also feel free to talk about their backstories!! #And if they're part of an OC x Canon ship please tell me about it too!! #I love that stuff #Professor Layton #professor layton oc #pl oc #If you wanna show multiple ones you can do that too!!

[brambletakato]

Flora doesn’t have a confirmed age so it was difficult figuring out what ships were and weren’t okay,,, In the end I decided to include the last two because of different interpretations regarding her age (which headcanons range from 13 to over 18).

#professor layton #flora reinhold #If you support Clive x Flora while also saying she’s below 18 then gtfo #vice versa for Luke x Flora #I trust y’all aren’t creeps and when you answer with one of these ships you also have a reasonable age in mind #PL Ship Polls

[perplexedflower]

Running Out Of Steam

Fandom: Professor Layton.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Hershel Layton x Female Reader.

Type: Mini one shot.

Words: 979.

Summary: Working as Hershel's assistant is challenging, and when exhaustion finally catches up to [Y/N], her sleepiness leads the two of them to share a very special moment inside the Laytonmobile.

Chronology: Post-Unwound Future/Pre-New World of Steam.

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"Well, my dear, I must thank you. Your suggestion to get acquainted with the neighbouring village was brilliant, it has provided us with crucial information regarding this case."

Sitting in the passenger seat, [Y/N] blushed lightly upon hearing Layton's praises.

"Thank you, Professor. I am more than delighted to know we have made significant progress."

Not long after the words had left her mouth, she quietly yawned, followed by a sigh.

"So am I, [Y/N]." He said with a smile. "But there is yet a lot for us to uncover, let us not forget."

As the engine of the Laytonmobile purred gently, she rested her head against her seat and closed her eyes.

"The clues we were able to retrieve today are evidence of it, in fact." He continued. "Both cities are intricately connected in ways one could not have imagined... How fascinating. Surprising, too. I hadn't considered such a possibility and failed to detect it upon our arrival in this town, yesterday. But, in retrospect, it should have been obvious. I must be getting rusty: there once was a time I would have taken notice of a piece of the puzzle this important within a matter of only a few minutes."

[Y/N] listened to him ramble on to himself and found comfort in his voice, in his words, wrapping around her as she began to doze off.

"I am well aware there are still many dark corners of the neighbouring village left for us to explore, but do not fret: we shall continue our investigation there in due time. For now, I wish for us to return to the town. You see, there is something I would like to show you... I wonder, [Y/N], do you-"

But the Professor suddenly cut himself short when he felt her head drop on his left shoulder, and for the first time since the ride had started, his eyes left the road to look down at her, but only for a split second.

It seems she has fallen asleep...

He tried his best to keep his composure, despite the faint blush spreading over his cheeks.

It would not be proper of me to continue driving under such circumstances... The risks of distraction are too high.

The car started to slowly lose speed, until he reached a part of the country road that allowed him to pull off to the side: with his foot off the gas pedal and the ignition key turned, the inside of the vehicle turned silent. Hershel looked down at [Y/N] and felt his face redden further as he listened to the calm and slow sound of her breathing. Then, in a quiet and steady but hesitant motion, he brushed her hair out of her face to tuck it behind her ear, his fingertips gliding over her skin.

For a moment, he stared at her tenderly, admiring her peaceful expression as he succumbed to her charm the longer his eyes stayed on her.

[Y/N] never ceases to invest a lot of herself in every adventure she partakes by my side, and I know things have not been easy for her since Luke has left the country. Now that she is my sole assistant, she feels she needs to take on every task that comes her way... but it pains me to see her overwork herself to the point of exhaustion. Once we return to the town, I will wake her up and take her back to her room in the inn for her to continue sleeping. But for now, I shall let her rest just a little longer, though I need to readjust her on her seat if I want to ensure I drive safely.

Delicately, he rested his hands on her shoulders and gently moved her body in an attempt to make her sit straight; but before he could do so, she seemed to have woken up just slightly, just enough to feel Layton's hands on her, and she instinctively leaned forward, her head now against his chest and her hands just barely clinging to him.

Not knowing what to say or do, Layton remained quiet as he stared down at her, eyes wide open, his cheeks overheating.

"Hmm... Professor... why did you stop?" She asked in a mumble, half-asleep.

"Well, I pulled the car off to the side of the road because you fell asleep, [Y/N]..." He replied awkwardly.

"No... I mean... Why did you stop talking?"

Puzzled by her unexpected question, he struggled to come up with an answer while she snuggled closer to him.

"I love to hear your voice." She said softly with an endearing smile, her eyes still closed. "It's soothing... and calming... and charming. I feel the same way when I look at you, too..."

A flustered, blushing mess, Layton found himself at a loss for words and sensed his breath quicken.

"... You're very comfortable, Professor..." She said in a sleepy voice. "I know... I shouldn't... but I want to sleep here... for a while..."

Although flattered, he could not help but feel bashful at her words.

"[Y/N]... my dear... Would you perhaps not be more comfortable in a bed?"

Slowly, she shook her head against his chest, and, finally, she opened her eyes slightly, her gaze hazy but affectionate.

"No... As long as you are beside me, I will always feel comfortable, and everything will always feel... just perfect..."

He stared down at her, at her face, into her eyes, and his own illuminated with the same loving glow; with a shy yet tender smile taking shape on his lips, he circled her body with his arms, keeping her close in his embrace, lulling her back into sleep.

"... Then, I will hold you in my arms for as long as you need me to... and I will always watch over you, [Y/N]."

#hershel layton #hershel layton x reader #hershel layton x you #hershel layton fanfiction #hershel layton fanfictions #hershel layton one shot #hershel layton one shots #hershel layton imagine #hershel layton imagines #professor layton #professor layton fanfiction #professor layton fanfictions #professor layton one shot #professor layton one shots #professor layton imagine #professor layton imagines #female reader #perplexedflower

[darklight-owl]

You guys ever think of Layclaire. You guys ever think of how afraid of intimacy Hershel must have been after the Randall incident. You guys ever think about how he was so bashful with Claire and how that might have been because he was scared of emotional vulnerability but still willing to try. You guys ever think of how she was ripped away from him just as he was getting comfortable. You guys ever think about how Hershel's hat is symbolic of his tendency to hide his emotions. And how Claire gave that hat to him just before she died. You guys ever think of him taking it off after she said "I know you'll stay strong" and disappeared. You guys ever think of the way Claire's confidence helped Layton recover from his trauma.

Anyway here's the lyrics to Um It's Kind Of A Lot by Will Wood. No I'm not drawing parallels again I just want to show you the lyrics to Um It's Kind Of A Lot by Will Wood. uh huh. yeah.

#i lied i've been thinking about them for an hour and associating every love song to them #parallels kinda fall apart in the bridge a bit but uhhhhhhhhhh #'here's one last lyric to sum up these thoughts i struggle to come up with to make me sound deep and smart and then i promise i'll shut up #wait let me think hold on i got this anything but i'm in love with you' #also also #'could you be the light my x-rays need' i'm bleeding on the floor #i'm not insane i swear #song headcanons #professor layton #hershel layton #claire foley #professor layton spoilers #pl spoilers #unwound future spoilers #professor layton and the unwound future #unwound future #layclaire

[crystalpallette]

#professor layton #polls #this was gonna be a 'do you think prof layton has tenure' but i think formatting it like this is funnier #im drafting this at work and i think its imperative people know that when this poll was still 'do you think prof layton has tenure' #i had three answers and they were 'yes' 'no' and 'no comma [x]' #but some glitch had caused the answers to appear all as 'no'

[multiversal-madness]

ProfesSwap Au - An Au where Hershel and Angela switch places.

After losing Randall in the Akbadain Ruins and blaming himself, Hershel joins Henry on his search into the ruins. The two grow closer during this time, Hershel supporting Henry’s establishment of Monte d’Or and Henry helping Hershel through his guilt.

With all of the pressure from her parents to marry so soon after Randall’s death, Angela can’t take it anymore and moves out to go to university in London. She befriends some of her peers, Clark and Brenda, and even gets a girlfriend, Claire, who gifted Angela her boater hat.

(And yes a big reason I made this au was for the LayDore side of things, but I also like the potential for Angela x Claire, though I’m not sure what their ship name would be.)

#ProfesSwap Au #Professor Layton #Professor Layton Au #Hershel Layton #Angela Ledore #LayDore #multi’s art #my art #would Angela x Claire be something like AngeClaire? Clairgela? idk #anyway you could say Angela has a thing for nerdy red heads- #also I didn’t intend to make Angela taller than Hershel in this pic but I can’t say I’m against it #I also don’t like Angela’s arms but oh well I’m too lazy to fix it

[laytonwithagun]

I'm about to fuse 2 special interests so niche there will be next to no audience for it.....

#fear & hunger x professor layton for those interested #anyways fear & hunger fans where are you i'm not normal about those games

[themoonlovemuses]

Introductions to your New Life! (Professor Layton X Reader)

Summary:  After a job position opens up at Gressenheller University, you move down to London and join the prestigious university, and along the way meet the charming Professor Layton.

WANTED: Head Librarian

Requirements: A knowledge of the Dewey Decimal System.

A candidate with strong communication and interpersonal skills who is a reliable and self-motivated person who can work largely unsupervised following precise instructions. As the work is fairly routine, you will need to maintain a high level of attention to detail and accuracy in your work. 

If you are interested, please come to Gressenheller University and speak to the receptionist to inquire.

That had been the advertisement Dean Delmona had sent over in the mail when he mentioned to my mum that he was looking for a new librarian for the university. Having been friends of the family for a while, Delmona knows of my love for novels and sharing recommendations to those around me on whatever topics I had knowledge of. So naturally, after having a friendly discussion about where we all were in our professions, mum had passed on the message to me about the vacancy. A job at a bigger library than the local village has, in the heart of London, surrounded by like-minded people? Sounds like a dream come true!

And not a month later, after handing my notice to the librarian at my old job and saying my farewells to my parents and siblings, I hopped onto the train heading to Central Plaza Station with nothing but my suitcase and a note with the address to my new flat that I had acquired after talking to the landlord, Ingrid, over the phone. The move had been stressful, and the nose and bustle of the London streets had been a bit overwhelming compared to country life, but I had finally settled into the flat and explored the neighbourhood enough to know my way around. Now all that was left to start my new life is to start my first day at my new job.

Which is what I had been daydreaming about just as the bus rolled to a stop in front of the wrought-iron gates of the university. So after paying the fare and wishing the driver a good day, I strode up to the front doors of the university, marvelling at the architecture of the buildings, imagining what kind of history the walls hold. And not soon after I had got to the doors that lead to the reception room did I see the Dean, in his usual crisp suit and spectacles, waiting for me.

“Ah, (Y/N)! Good Morning! Didn’t get lost on the way here then! I know I did the first couple of times when I became the dean!” He chuckled, meeting me halfway and shaking my hand

“Oh, not at all! Thankfully the buses around here a quite remarkable and way more punctual than back home. If I had been walking here on my own I’m sure I would’ve gone around in circles just trying to find this place!”

“Ho ho! Glad to hear! Well, I’d better show you around first before I leave you to it! You’re a reliable sort, but I wouldn’t want you getting lost here on your first day! The halls can be maze-like themselves.” He agreed, before heading off down the corridors. 

“Of course, as you probably know, the building was built a hundred and twenty years ago, using Neo-Baroque architecture which defined the era, and is what defines the university compared to the other buildings in the Westminster area. The original dean of the school prided his school on its excellence in providing knowledge from around the world, specialising in archaeological exploits. Which is why we specialize in this subject to this day! But enough about the history of the school! On your left, you can see the courtyards that the students tend to use between classes to either study or socialise together. And on the left are the out-of-hour offices for our Professors.” He rambled, pointing out the points of interest as he walked, including the offices, which appeared to have weird symbols on them. One seemed to have a coffee cup and… was that a top hat?

“Excuse me, sorry Delmona. What do the symbols mean on the doors? Is that one on the left a student café?” I asked, pointing it out, as only some of the doors had symbols on them.

“Oh, those! No, sadly you won’t be grabbing a cup of coffee from in there! Those symbols just help students to differentiate which professor uses which office. All doors look the same on the first day and all that! He explained patiently, as if he had received these questions numerous times. 

‘At least it seemed like I wasn’t the only one to ask about it. Still, I wonder if all universities have those kinds of subliminal tricks to distinguish different professor offices.’ I thought to myself as we re-entered the building, heading back towards the main area.

“Now if you follow the path down here, it’ll lead you down towards the cafeteria, where you will be able to grab that coffee! And if you take the stair over here, that’ll lead up to the classrooms and my office directly in front of the stairs. And this door at the bottom of the stairs, is the library!” He announced, pushing the doors in a way that he must’ve been aiming to be dramatic, but ended up swinging back in our faces due to the lack of strength behind it. Coughing into his hand to discharge the awkward tension, he reopened the doors normally, myself following after him.

As I entered the space, I looked around in awe, the smell of old books and wood hitting my nose first. Pillars of golden brown wood held the building up with rows and rows of bookshelves matching the colour of the wood, it looked like it had two, maybe even three floors worth of books, and study tables scattered about the place. And just to the left, a big desk with a little rack of leaflets for what at first glance appears to be student events and a big trolley rack filled to the brim with books to be returned to the shelves. A lady wearing a hair kerchief was polishing the front of it.

“Oh, Dean! I didn’t think you would be here so soon! I was just finishing up cleaning up the place, and this must be our new librarian!” 

“Oh don’t worry Rosa! There’s still time left if you need to finish up, we’re here early anyway. Anyway, as I mentioned (Y/N), this is Rosa Grimes, the university’s resident cleaner. Rosa, this is (Y/N). She’ll be starting today, I hope you take them under your care.” He says, introducing us to one another as I shake hands with the woman, Rosa. She seemed nice at first glance, almost a bit like Mum back home.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Rosa! And thank you for tidying up the place! You really didn’t have to do this just for me! I could’ve done it!”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all dear! Love to keep busy me, you’ll probably see me around the place tidying up wherever I go anyway.” She laughed, tucking her feather duster back into her pocket in front of her apron.

‘Oh yeah, definitely like Mum.’ I thought to myself as we finished up.

“Speaking of which, I must be off over to the offices Delmona. You know how Layton loves to leave his office in such disarray. I think he does it just to see me and have a cup of tea together!” She laughs, waving to us both and heading through the doors we just came through, leaving me and the dean alone once again.

“Layton?” I ask, turning back towards the dean in hopes of some form of clarification as to who Rosa could’ve been talking about.

“Professor Hershel Layton, the university’s resident archaeology professor and minor celebrity of sorts to the students. He’s been known to go on excursions during the half terms and summer holidays. Always comes back to the school term with some story to tell in his lectures.” He remarks, guiding me towards the desk, where I will be spending most of my time.

“Oh, I see! That makes sense then. Must be quite the popular man then.”

“Yes he is, but I'm sure you’ll run into him at some point. He’s always coming in here for reference books on archaeological topics of one thing or another. Anyway, here's your desk. It’s normally quite quiet on a Monday as most deadlines seem to be set for the end of the week from my experience, so you should have plenty of time to get comfortable and have a look around before the students come in. I’d better be off now, as I have a meeting to attend with the school board in half an hour. I’m sure you’ll do fantastic with us, and I’ll check up with you at the end of the day to see how things went. Take care now (Y/N)!” The dean finishes, patting my arm reassuringly and heads towards the door.

“Thank you Dean Delmona! And thank you again for showing me around the campus, I really appreciate it!” I shout back, hoping to catch him before he’s out of earshot.

“My pleasure!” along with a wave is all the response back I get back as he slips through the doors. And I’m left alone in the vast expanse of the university library.

‘Alright! Let’s get settled in!’ I think to myself as a go over to the returns trolley, looking over what titles are in need of reshelving and wondering what type of student would have taken the books out in the first place. A pastime I enjoyed at the old village library as well to shake up the monotony of reshelving and lugging the heavy trolley in front of me.

The rest of the day turned out just to be as the dean said; quiet. Students only really started trickling in at around lunchtime, the same bleary look in their eyes of either late nights studying, or the aftermath of weekend-long revelry. I was thankful for this as that had given me a lot of time to acquaint myself with where each section was and what kind of selection we had on offer in case any of the students asked for any recommendations. Which I have to say, the university sported a whole array of wonderful books I could only dream of grabbing for my own personal collection. Rare copies of the Illiad and Odyssey, first editions of the Brother Grimm's fairytales, and every college textbook a student could possibly need, all waiting to be plucked from the shelves like glistening fruit from a market stall. There were even some signed autobiographies from famous authors and experts in their field, which I pondered as to how a university could’ve obtained. Was it something donated, or a gift to the university?

Either way, I had plenty of time to ponder this as the light from the wall-length windows on one side shined in the day’s light, turning the office from bright light to a golden age as the afternoon progressed. Only a couple of the more awake students had come up to the desk, either to return a book used over the weekend or ask if a certain book related to their coursework was available. The students seemed just as friendly as the staff thankfully, even inquiring about me, since they noticed I wasn’t the usual librarian on duty, who apparently was known as Ms Applewood, an kind enough woman who rumour had it retired up to Scotland to be nearer her son. How true the rumour is something I doubt I'd ever get the answer to, but it was nice to know that the student body I had encountered thought I was nice enough to even involve me in their gossip. So overall it was quite the lovely first day, only half an hour left on the clock, according to the small desk clock that the desk had come with. 

‘Just enough time to do the last of the returns and lock up for the night!’ I thought to myself, standing up from my desk and heading over to the pile of books to my right that I had piled up when the door on the other end of the room creaked open. A man wearing a top hat seemed to enter the room, a thick tome tucked under his arm as he walked towards the centre of the room, scanning around the library until he seemed to notice me at the desk.

“Hello there! My apologies for coming to the library so late into your shift. I had only just gotten out of the classroom just now, Some students had some questions to ask me after classes.” He spoke, making his way over in my direction as I picked up the four books from the returns.

“Oh, no trouble at all, the library is still open another half an hour anyway, Mr…?” I trailed off, unsure as to how to address the finely dressed man in front of me.

“Ah, do beg my pardon. How rude of me for not introducing myself to you. My name is Professor Hershel Layton. I’m the archaeological professor here at the university.” He introduced, tipping the top hat of his at me slightly, having to adjust his grip on the book in his possession to do so.

“(Y/N), the new librarian. Just started today. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” I replied, doing my best to nod back at him while balancing the books in my hands.

“That must be why I did not recognise you, you must be Ms Applewood’s replacement. A pleasure to meet you too.”

“No worries, now, what can I help you with today Professor?” I asked, trying my hardest not to appear nosey as I tried to read what book he had under his arm.

“Well, first I would like to return this book to the library, I was using it to help authenticate some of my student's answers in the essays I had assigned them over the weekend. And I was also wondering if you happened to know if you happened to have a copy of ‘The Azran History: What We Know’’ by Professor Desmond Sycamore and ‘Head Gymnastics’ by Akira Tago.” He asked, finally taking the book from under his arm. The title read ‘Archaeobotany in Egpyt’

“Not a problem Professor, in fact, I think I have that head Head gymnastics book in my pile for returns here. Let me see… Ah! Here we go!” Shuffling the books in my hands, I pulled it out in all it’s yellow glory from the bottom of the pile, quickly making a note on some scrap paper on what books were being taken and returned so I could enter them in properly to the system when I get back to my desk later.

“A girl returned this just today, so here you go! As for your book on Azran history, I believe I did see one on my rounds today in the Archaeological section. I’m more than happy to help look since I’m heading that way to sort these returns myself.”

“Are you quite sure, I wouldn’t want to bother you if you are busy right now.” He mused, a flash of concern flitting across his, concerned to be pulling me away from my duties perhaps?

“Not at all, professor. Like I said, these books are all heading towards the geography section anyway, so it’s on the way there anyway. Shall we?” I smile, leading the way towards the stack of shelves.

We walked in relative silence, the only nose being our shoes clacking against the hardwood flooring of the library. Not an awkward silence, which was weird since that normally did happen when meeting someone new, with neither party knowing what topic would interest the other. But a content silence, as if nothing really needed to be said at this moment.

‘Maybe he’s quite content with the silence himself’ I thought to myself, as I weaved between the stacks, before finally reaching our final destination.”

“Here we are, Professor! I’ll just quickly pop these into the geography section and be right with you!” I say, wandering just two shelves over to my own destination, shelving the books for the group study session that had left later that day.

“That’s quite alright, don’t rush on my account.” He chuckled, before staring up at the shelves, his mission already in his mind.

Having one of my last tasks of the day dealt with now, I hurried back over to the man and started looking for the book he needed as well while sneaking in some glances to assess the man next to me. Dressed rather professionally and shoes shined to a sheen. He looked the spitting image of what a professor looked like in my mind’s eye. And he acted like one as well. But there was something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on, some sort of charm about him. Maybe it was the way he spoke? You don’t hear a lot of people speaking the way he does; almost like he thinks about every word he’s about to say before he says anything. Or maybe it’s the glint in his eyes I noticed as he scans the bookshelves for his prize, a look of passion in his eye for the craft he must’ve honed throughout the years?

‘Well no wonder he’s popular around here.’ I mused to myself as I finally noticed the book the man next to me was looking for on the bottom shelf. Bending down to pick it up, I turn towards him, catching his attention from the corner of his eye.

“Here you go! This is what you were looking for right?” I ask, handing him the book in my hands while I quickly shelve the book about Egypt he had originally came in with.

“Yes! This is exactly what I needed. Thank you.”

“No worries. So the Azran? Are they to be a new topic to cover in your lectures then?” I asked as we made our way back to the desk to check his books out.

“Hm? Oh, no, the curriculum is quite set for this year and as much as I would love to discuss new archaeological discoveries in the modern era, I would hate for my students to be behind on their work.”

“Ah, I get it. I was just wondering since the papers recently have been talking about how fresh evidence of the Azran people are cropping around the world in the last five years. I think last week's paper talked about a potential temple in Froenborg?”

“Well, yes! You seem quite up to date with the goings-ons of the archaeological field. Do you have an interest in archaeology? Study archaeology while at university perhaps?” He asked, that glint returning back to his eyes.

“While I do have an interest in archaeology and new discoveries, it’s not because I studied it. I took anthropology as a minor during my university days instead, but both subjects seem to have an overlap from what I was taught at school. I think it’s called Osteoarchaeology in your field right? The study of bones?” I asked, wanting to make sure I wasn’t saying anything wrong as I walked around the side of the desk to check out the books he had taken.

“That’s exactly what it’s called. It’s nice to know there’s someone at the university  besides the students excited about these new discoveries and what this might mean to our understanding of the world as we know it.” He smiled, passing the books over for me to stamp.

“Well thank you! Good to know there’s someone here to discuss the findings with if the archaeologists find anything new to be reported on. Anyway, I must’ve taken up more of your time than I meant to. Here are those books Professor.” Passing the books back over, I set about taking the return ledger from the desk and start locking it away in the desk drawers for safekeeping.

“Not at all (Y/N), if anything it’s been lovely talking to you. In fact, if you get some spare time during the next few weeks, I’d love to discuss more about the tribes you studied while at university and your thoughts on the Azran people.” He asked, slowly turning in the direction of the door.

“Ho ho! Roping our newest recruit into your lectures and puzzles are we Professor?” The dean mused, making his way to us from his point at the door. How did I not hear him come in?

“Ah, well quite Dean Delmona. We were just discussing the recent discoveries of the Azran people.” He said, coughing into his balled-up fist. Ah yes, now this was the awkward silence I had come to know.

“Oh, I'm only jesting with you, my boy! It’s good everyone’s been friendly to our new librarian. Making them feel right at home! He laughed, patting the Professor on the arm.

“Anyway, I was just coming down here to check up on (Y/N) and how their first day went. Wouldn’t want to keep you both here any longer than you needed to.”

“I see, then I had better leave you to it. It was lovely speaking with you (Y/N). I’ll see you around.” The professor waved, before heading towards the doors and out the room.

“You too Professor! See you soon!” I shouted afterwards, hoping he heard me just like the situation with the dean this morning.

“I’ll take you to the front gates now. Like I said, probably don’t want to waste your evenings wiled away in here. But how was your first day here? Nothing to deter you from staying here I hope?” He asked as I locked up the library doors.

“All good actually. Your school has quite a lovely collection of books and all the staff and students are so nice! I hope it’s like this all the time here!” 

“Hah! The only time it’s not is when it’s exam and finals week! Then things can get a bit snappy!” He laughed, walking down the path towards the wrought iron gates we had only passed through this morning. It only seemed like an hour ago I arrived here. How time sure flies.

“Well anyway, I’m glad you’ve enjoyed yourself here and as I’ve said, I know how reliable you are so you’re more than welcome to work here as long as you’d like to. But you better head off home now and make sure you’re fresh for tomorrow morning! Library Opens up at 8 am sharp. Make sure you get home safe now. And again, welcome to Gressenheller University (Y/N)!”

'Welcome indeed!' I thought to yourself as you strolled on down to the bus stop, lost in your imaginings of what the next few days would bring.

#professor layton #hershel layton #professor hershel layton #Professor Layton X Reader #Professor Layton X You #x reader #writing #oneshot #reader insert #reader #self-insert #fluff #first meeting

[transannabeth]

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[another-clive-blog]

The robots. They're summoning the robots watch out-

I posted this meme redraw on Discord and we immediately started making crossovers :]

#We're stupid tho so we did like. Universes swap. #As in Varian is a London scientist and Clive is trying and failing to burn Corona to the ground. It's fun ahah #But yeah. THIS is why I had to look up heights- because I wanted to be precise x) #It's like. Roughly right which is really surprising to me !!! #clive dove #Varian tts #<- So weird to tag him again. Welcome back my boy. You aren't coming back again lol #professor layton and the unwound future #professor layton and the lost future #unwound future spoilers #lost future spoilers #Shitty meme redraw #tts varian #varian the alchemist #HOW MANY TAGS DO YOU HAVE

[ninadove]

Things you should brainworm over because I said so and I have great taste:

Clemmy mutuals -> Miraculous S5, because Reasons

Feligami mutuals -> The Matrix: Resurrections, the Crimson Flower route of Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Edeleth mutuals -> RWBY

Bumbleby mutuals -> The Owl House, but you probably know this one already

Lumity mutuals -> You have already found the Best Media Ever and likely added Amphibia to your list as a bonus, I have nothing to teach you

#professor layton #clemmy #miraculous ladybug #feligami #fe3h #edeleth #rwby #bumbleby #the owl house #toh #lumity #matrix resurrections #neo x trinity #Also everyone obsessed with Miraculous in general should watch Andi Mack #For reasons that will become apparent to you very quickly

[beezonia]

The lone umbrella

A claenda fic for the MTMTE au

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It’s raining in London, it always is.

Brenda O’Sullivan tries not to think about how it’s going to soak her through when she decides to take the trek home.

Well she could just try to control it, but obviously her hydrokinesis would draw an extreme amount of attention to herself and Brenda did not want that.

So the woman makes the trip to a small corner shop she frequents after work.

The owner, Maude will probably have some umbrellas in stock because she sells all sorts of things.

———

“Ahh Brenda, what can I do for you dear?”

The said woman smiles politely, trying not to zoom in to closely on the old ladies thoughts (fuck you telepathy)

“Nothin’ much I just need an umbrella. It’s peeing it down outside!”

Brenda replies with a goofy smile, whilst Maude looks at her soaked self with an annoyed look.

But the elder woman points to the back of the shop before grumbling something about “stupid kids not being prepared.”

Her mind is full of curses which does make Brenda laugh.

————

The psychic realises there’s another person in the shop as she nears the umbrellas.

Head full of what to do for tea or if they should just go out again instead. It stops for a few moments like whoever’s mind can tell she’s in their head.

That’s when the conversation starts.

Can you hear me?

Yeah. Are you a psychic?

Yep, guessing you’re one too

Exactly!

Well that went better then Brenda had expected, another psychic in London. What a small world.

“Hey, you’re the one who was just in my mind!”

She turns to face a man about her age. Sandy blonde hair sort of styled in a short mullet.

Distinctive blue eyes Brenda was sure she could get lost in.

“Yeah that’s me, by the way you should probably keep it down. Maude hates people who make to much noise.”

His mouth forms an o shape, then lets out a light chuckle.

“Clark Triton, pleasure to meet you!”

He sticks his hand out for her to shake, not noticing the umbrella and her flies in both her hands.

“Brenda O’Sullivan, pleasures all mine!”

————

That was how her and her now husband had met. Picking up food/umbrellas from the local corner shop before braving the rain.

Now both of them top Psychonauts agents working together to stop chaos from ruling the world.

Triton and O’Sullivan.

And soon the new life inside of her would join them in the great big world.

#professor layton #brenda triton #clark triton #brenda x clark #claenda #they now have a ship name #or brenark if you want #MTMTE au #professor layton au

[perplexedflower]

Dancing On Air

Fandom: Professor Layton.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Hershel Layton x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 2,651.

Summary: After having brilliantly solved yet another mystery, [Y/N] and Hershel find themselves in the middle of a celebration, in the middle of the dancefloor, and, most importantly, in the arms of one another.

Chronology: Any game.

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In one corner of the large plaza, Layton, [Y/N], Luke, and Flora stood next to each other, forming a row. And each of their faces bore a warm smile as they all watched the townsfolk gather and celebrate, some distance away from them.

That day, all four of them had solved the mysteries of a town that was located far from London; a town they had managed to save, along with its inhabitants. To thank the Professor and his companions, they had decided to organize a celebration in their honor in the early evening, at the center of the town.

As they admired the glowing string lights and colorful decorations, gentle music began playing behind them, as a handful of the inhabitants had assembled to form a band: upon hearing the first notes, Luke's expression changed and he hurried to join the other musicians, his trusty violin in hand. He stood straight as he set it to rest between his shoulder and his chin and within a matter of a few seconds, the harmonious sound of his instrument had joined all the other ones in a beautiful symphony of sounds.

The others turned to him and looked at him play, smiling widely, expressions of fascination and pride on their faces.

"Beautiful, my boy." Praised Layton.

"You play amazingly, Luke!" Complimented [Y/N].

"It sounds so wonderful!" Flora exclaimed.

A little bashful, the boy chuckled nervously as he continued to play, now with a smile. As the melody of Luke's violin surrounded them, the team split up: Flora, who noticed a food stand on the other side of the plaza ran off, while [Y/N] happily made her way to the center of the plaza, where most of the townspeople had gathered, and this left Layton to stay behind, standing a few feet away from the band as he watched the excitement spread around him.

But among the crowd, there truly was only one person he watched, and that was [Y/N]. The young woman who was taking the time to go up to everyone, to greet them individually, to converse with the inhabitants, to put a smile on their faces. The young woman who had helped him solve that mystery through trials and tribulations. The young woman who, no matter what she faced, remained his faithful assistant, through thick and thin. The young woman whom he loved so dearly.

There she was, in the distance, mingling with every person she came across, shaking their hands as they thanked her for everything she had done: and on her face, a smile filled with glee. A smile that made Layton's heart melt, that made him smile as well, that filled him with an indescribable feeling.

There is no greater sight than seeing her so cheerful, so full of life...

Immersed in his contemplation, Luke's violin became white noise to his ears and he came to forget the world around him, so much so that he even failed to hear Flora's footsteps as they approached him.

"Isn't this party fun, Professor?" She excitedly asked him out of the blue.

The gentle voice of the young girl brought him back to reality and drove him to turn to look at her: in her hand, a candy apple, and on her face, a bright smile. Layton smiled back at her, his cheeks faintly pink.

"It is, Flora." He answered her cheerfully. "I'm happy to know you are enjoying yourself. We will be leaving the town and travelling back to London early tomorrow morning, so be sure to make the most of the celebration tonight while we are still here."

"Yes, Professor!"

After showing Flora one more smile, his eyes drifted back to [Y/N], still in the distance, still joyful. Although he instinctively brought his arms up to slowly cross them over his chest, the look in his gaze softened as he admired her from a distance, falling prey to her charm and aura.

While the musical performance of the band reached all the way to the center of the plaza, [Y/N] began to dance to the rhythm, letting her enthusiasm take over and pushing a handful of other people to start dancing alongside her as well: soon enough, most of the townsfolk gathered to dance in circles with one another and laughter filled the evening sky.

Layton could not help but chuckle upon seeing her manage to get the entirety of the town to dance with her, a sight he was not at all surprised to see despite its suddenness.

Her liveliness is so endearing, only she could lead so many people to come together in such a way.

His eyes followed her around, watching her every movement as the look in his eyes grew increasingly filled with affection, and it did not go unnoticed: Flora, still standing beside him, looked up at him and saw the expression displayed on his face, the love that hid in his smile. She followed the direction of his gaze until it reached [Y/N], then everything became clear to the young girl who would not suppress an amused grin.

In a slow movement, she took a step closer to Layton and stood next to him as she took a bite into her candy apple.

"... You should go and invite her to a dance, Professor." She told him softly.

Flora's unexpected suggestion made him open his eyes wider and now, more than ever, his cheeks shifted from pink to red. He looked back down at his young protégée and the smile on her face said it all: it was clear she could see right through him, right through the feelings he was failing at concealing. Not knowing what to say, he remained quiet as he stood still, slightly embarrassed, averting his eyes from Flora's. Then, after a few seconds of silence, he cleared his throat gently and looked down at himself while he readjusted his coat slightly.

"I don't know, Flora..." He said shyly.

It was clear he wanted to say more, to add another sentence, but he struggled to find the right words, to find the proper way to express himself. However, just as he was about to turn to Flora and speak up, he suddenly saw [Y/N] running up to him, her lips still shaped into her glowing smile, approaching closer to him with every step she took: before she even left him any time to understand what she was doing, she reached her hands out to him and grabbed one of his firmly.

"Come on, Professor!" She exclaimed loudly. "Come dance with all of us!"

With his left hand in both of her palms, she began to drag him away from Luke and Flora, and onto the center of the plaza. Unsure as to how to react, Layton found himself opening his eyes wide and feeling the redness of his face intensify yet even further.

"[Y/N], what are you-"

Unable to resist her grasp, he let himself be tugged and held onto his top hat to prevent it from falling. Soon enough, he found himself in the very center of the plaza, in the very middle of the crowd, surrounded by euphoria from all sides. [Y/N] still held his hand tight as she started to dance around him, pushing him to do the same: although everyone around him was smiling and laughing, Layton still remained flustered, his thoughts all jumbled. Then, in rhythm with the music echoing around them, the townspeople began to clap their hands in unison at a fast pace, all eyes turned to the Professor and his companion, dancing together as if there was no tomorrow, as if they were the only two people there.

And as he stared into [Y/N]'s eyes, wrapped wholly in the festive atmosphere, Layton lost his nervous expression and found himself smiling, his grin widening with each second, until he let out a warm laugh. His right hand let go of his hat as he joined hands with her, losing himself in the moment, setting all his thoughts aside. The two danced together, their laughs merging and mixing while their bodies progressively closed in on each other. Until the bell of the nearby church suddenly rang, freezing everyone in place, as if immortalizing the scene.

The band stopped playing abruptly. The crowd stopped clapping. The loud laughter was replaced by mere whispers. And as the bell continued to ring, three, four times, Layton and [Y/N] stood before each other, their hands joined, their faces inches from one another, their panting breaths meeting, their eyes wide open, their faces flushed, at the center of the universe.

In the distance, Luke diverted his gaze from the church bell and turned to look at them, and upon seeing them so close, in the arms of one another, the boy did not hesitate a single second before picking his violin back up and continuing to play, solo, his melodious instrument filling the silent and heavy air, providing Layton and [Y/N] with a tune to go with the special moment they were sharing. After only a few notes, the rest of the band followed Luke's lead and went back to playing, and time no longer felt frozen.

In the center of the plaza, the Professor and [Y/N] shyly let go of each other, but only to hold each other better, more appropriately, in accordance with dancing a slow; while both of their faces were still displaying timidity and awkwardness, she placed a hand on his shoulder while he gently rested one of his on her waist. And they began to dance, again, this time slowly, yet still as close to one another.

As he tried his best to remain as composed as he could, Layton cleared his throat gently while looking slightly down.

"I apologise for my behaviour just now, [Y/N]." He told her shamefully. "I may have let myself go a little too much..."

"Why are you apologizing, Professor?" She asked him with a chuckle. "You did nothing wrong, there is no need to worry. If anything, it really pleases me to see you so energetic and lively."

As he made her body sway slowly from left to right, she tilted her head, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Please, don't take it the wrong way, but you're often too uptight, too... serious... especially these days. And I feel you have earned the right to unwind, to... have some fun of your own."

As she spoke, her expression changed and she stared deeply into his eyes, a caring smile on her face.

"So, please, Professor, do not restrain yourself from acting in such a way."

Layton stared back into her eyes, his mouth slightly open, feeling slightly overwhelmed by all the kindness and affection she was showing him: but soon enough, his lips took the shape of a warm smile as the palms of his hands held her body tighter, by just a bit.

"... At least allow me to apologise for not having invited you to a dance, then."

[Y/N] closed her eyes as she chuckled in a way Layton found incredibly endearing.

"I will not, Professor." She said playfully. "You're dancing with me right now, are you not?"

"I am, but as a gentleman, it should have been my duty to be the one to make the first move and invite you, instead of letting you take the lead and invite me yourself." He replied with slight embarrassment.

The young woman giggled as she slowly shook her head at him.

"Well, now that I'm dancing with you, you're free to take the lead, as much as you want."

Layton responded to her with a tender grin, but one that did not linger: as her words echoed within his mind, he stared at her face intently, at her smooth skin, at her rosy cheeks, and at her pink lips. A rush of adrenaline flowed through his veins as he clung to her tighter, closer, his body swaying in rhythm with hers. Yet, although the music continued to play behind them, they progressively ceased to dance, though without letting go of each other; as they did, [Y/N]'s hand on his shoulder moved up to his neck, holding it delicately while her heart raced in her chest. And when their bodies came to a stop, Layton tilted his head and leaned forward to make his lips meet [Y/N]'s in a firework of love and passion.

Both of their faces turned a bright red, but the last thing they wanted was to stop: they embraced one another affectionately as her hand on his neck grabbed the collar of his coat, hiding the lower part of their faces in the process.

Some distance away stood Luke and Flora, next to each other, who had been watching the two adults this whole time, and the second they witnessed their first kiss, they could not contain their reactions: Luke found himself blushing at the sight, so much so that he almost missed a note on his violin, while Flora was giddy with excitement, giggling as she finished to eat her candy apple.

But the two adults, on their end, cared little for the eyes that turned to them or even the smiles it brought to people's faces: at that moment, all that mattered was their love, their love for each other, the love they had been repressing for so long now. Their kiss was soft, sweet, like cotton candy, but, unfortunately, not everlasting, and it had to eventually come to an end. When it did, they slowly pulled away from each other, their lips still slightly parted, their breaths warm, and their hearts beating as one.

As he gradually opened his eyes, Layton looked down at her body, his skin still colored in a deep shade of pink.

"You look wonderful, tonight, [Y/N]..." He complimented her romantically in a whisper. "I meant to tell you earlier, but it slipped my mind..."

Opening her eyes as well, [Y/N] felt herself blushing further as she smiled timidly.

"Thank you... Hershel." She said hesitantly, unaccustomed to calling him by his first name. "You look wonderful yourself."

"Though I greatly appreciate the compliment, dear, this is no different from what I wear daily." He responded with a genuine laugh.

She laughed back while one of her hands slid down onto his chest, onto the fabric of his orange button-up shirt.

"I know." She said as she looked into his eyes. "You always look wonderful, Hershel."

The Professor's face bore an expression of bashfulness upon hearing her affectionate compliment and he found himself incapable of adding anything else to say as he shyly looked to the side. This made [Y/N] smile, a smile as upbeat as the music that was still playing around them, as upbeat as the way the townsfolk were still dancing around them.

While still held in Layton's arms, she turned her head to the side as well, but to look at Luke and Flora in the distance: with a bright smile, she waved at the two children and motioned a hand gesture to make them understand they, too, should come in the center of the plaza to dance with them. When Layton saw and understood what she was doing, he decided to imitate her to help encourage the kids to join them. Flora, enthusiastic at the idea turned to Luke with a smile, who pondered for a second before he, too, smiled: the boy played one last note on his violin before he set it down and back inside its case, leaving it by the band players.

Then, the two children made their way to the center of the plaza, where they joined Layton and [Y/N]. And together, they talked, smiled, laughed. But most importantly, they joyfully danced the night away.

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