Werewolf Professor Layton: bitten/ the attackBitten
It was getting quite late now; most of the town’s citizens had gone inside their homes. The professor noticed some of the citizens were acting quite anxious before heading inside, muttering something about rabid animal ; possibly about these so called ‘werewolves’ that some told him about.
The Professor and Luke only managed to gain very little information so far in their investigation. Layton did not have enough information to figure out what was really happening in this town. The two managed to solves some puzzles along the way though.
The roads were bare, Luke and The Professor were the only ones still out at night by the looks of it. Only a few of the street lamps were still on, leaving a small amount of light source for them. Layton stopped in place for a moment, deep in thought. Luke stared at him curiously; he looked around nervously a few times before asking
“Um, Professor, I don’t mean to be rude, but we’ve be
He's not dangerous : werewolf professor LaytonHe’s not dangerousHe's not dangerous : werewolf professor Layton1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
He did not react quickly enough; he tried to start making his way downhill but they released their arrows and he felt them pierce into his back, letting out a loud cry of pain. He was momentarily stunned and stumbled a bit. Another arrow suddenly struck him in his right thigh. Startled, he let out a pained yelp and lost his balance, tumbling down the rocky ravine.
He was rolling for a while, hitting some large rocks along the way down; some of the arrows were pushed painfully deeper into his skin and he heard one of them snap. He finally came to a slow stop as he rolled into a small shallow pond at the bottom.
He lay motionless for a few seconds when his senses came back; water was flowing into his nose, forcing his injured body to sit up. He shook his head, snorted and coughed up some water. He then dragged himself out of the pound; he had to keep moving; but he was so worn out from rolling down the ravine.
Werewolf professor layton quick write 4 Flora awoke to the sound of whimpering. She groggily got up and adjusted herself to see what was wrong. Across the small secret room, she could see The Professor, now curled up in the corner of the other end of the room, to her left; shivering.Werewolf professor layton quick write 41 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Flora frowned; she was happy that he was still alive, but she didn’t want to see him sad, he looked like he was having a bad dream at the moment.
Concerned, she quietly crawled over to him; and stroked his head, trying to relax him. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that tears were coming from his closed eyes.
He was crying in his sleep.
His ears twitched and he slowly opened his eyes. He blinked and gave Flora a slightly confused, tired and welcoming expression.
“Flora?” He then yawned, revealing his fangs. “What is it dear? If you were worried about me, it’s alright, I’m still alive.” He said tiredly, even though he perfectly knew she couldn
Werewolf professor layton: bonding timeA loud howl echoed outside Layton's bedroom, his ear twitched and he curled up on the end of the large bed, trying to ignore it. At the same, he hoped everyone in town was inside their homes, safe from those...creatures roaming outside.Werewolf professor layton: bonding time1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
He heard Flora whimper and she pulled the sheets closer to her, obviously a bit timid at the fact that those beast were roaming outside while they sleep. He uncurled himself and crawled over to her, he placed his head next to hers; her eyes were open, he was looking at her as if to say
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." He let out a soft whine
She placed a hand on his head and stroked his soft fur.
"I'm not scared of you...but the other werewolves...I just hope everyone will be safe tonight...and they won't try to come in here,right?"
He nuzzled her to let her know they were safe.
"The professor will keep us safe Flora, he promised he would." Luke said, he was awake as well.
" Are you a little scared of the other werewolves too Luke?" Flora asked as she sat u
Professor layton werewolf one shotLayton sat alone in a stone walled room while writing and trying to calm himself with tea. His room was designed like a cell to keep some big wild animal inside; what with its big steel door (which had a very small slidable cover that reveals a small window) and barred windows; but yet it had a large comfy bed, a dresser with a mirror, a desk (which he was using at the moment), a tall standing mirror, and a clean bathroom with a shower and everything. In his opinion, he found this contrast eerie. He was in the big, highest part of this strangely designed hotel. It was some far away from the town they were visiting. Outside his window, he could see the overview of the town and the setting sun.Professor layton werewolf one shot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Layton was actually locked inside, away from Luke and Flora (who were a few floors way from him), just in case if he does somehow…transform.
This was all happening because of last night. Layton and his apprentice Luke were investigating while Flora stayed inside the safety of their hotel
Werewolf Professor Layton Lukes nightmareThe nightmareWerewolf Professor Layton Lukes nightmare2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Luke continued to run in the forest, he had no idea why though. It was dark out and the moon was full; he was completely lost.
“Professor, Flora? Where are you?”
He was quite scared at the moment; he swore he could hear howling in the distance.
He came to a clearing with a pond in the middle; he could see moonlight reflecting off the surface. He could also see a man crouching down near it; it was the professor; he appeared to be in serious pain.
Luke approached him cautiously; he could hear the sound of something cracking and clothes tearing…he could see the professor changing shape. Luke was now standing next to Layton on his left. The professor clothes tore away as he changed, revealing shaggy brown fur; his pained groans changed into growling; Luke could only watch in horror as the Professor’s transformation was finishing.
A large brown
Werewolf Professor Layton:escape and injuriesLayton crashed through the glass skylight, falling along with the raining broken glass. While he managed to successfully climb on the mansion’s rooftops on the way up while trying to follow the grey werewolf (rather slowly and far behind); going the way back down however, was a bit more difficult. He wasn’t completely athletic as the other werewolf and the fact that it was raining didn’t help. He was also in a hurry to escape from James, who was hunting him down.Werewolf Professor Layton:escape and injuries1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
He landed on his stomach against the hard ground. Layton lied still on the ground, his body aching from the impact; he was a bit stunned from the fall as well, his recent injuries from the battle earlier did not help his situation either. His ears flicked as rain and small shards of glass falling from the broken skylight, hit them. Regaining his senses, he could hear voices of men and women around him, sounding rather troubled. His nose started to pick up the scent of…perfume. He could make out what so
Werewolf professor layton,the 2nd night inthe cellHe felt humiliated being chained up to the cell floor like a mad criminal; his wrists were chained to the floor behind him and his ankles were chained as well. Even with some of the information he shared today during the questioning, they didn’t believe all of it. They still feared him for his curse. Even though he showed no aggressiveness in his wolf form last night, they even chained him last night when he already was a wolf (he decided not to break out last night to investigate more as he was already wanted dead by some of the villagers;(but he did break his chains) and he wanted to prove a point that he was harmless…and he didn’t know how to get out anyway as he tested a number of ways without actually getting out when everyone was asleep). He knew the chains were not strong enough to hold him, but so did the villagers, and they were prepared for that. His cell was deep underground with three steel doors to keep him from breaking out and the barred skylight wasWerewolf professor layton,the 2nd night inthe cell1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
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Layton felt discomfort when settling into bed, his injuries from the attack was still quite sore. He looked over to the bed next to him; Flora was sound asleep while Luke still seemed troubled. Layton wasn’t bothered by this, soon Luke would know that he was safe where he was and fall asleep; Layton would not change into some beast overnight and harm the two.
“Luke we’re safe where we are, now settle down and get some rest.”
“You promise nothing else bad will happen?” Luke asked quietly.
“I promise…now relax…shhh…”
“Luke’s mouth formed a ‘But’, but he slowly closed his eyes and snuggled closer to Flora. He didn’t mind that he had to share a bed with her but he knew they would fight over who was hogging the blankets at some point. He still felt jumpy but he tried to relax and sleep, he was probably going to have nightmares at this point
layclaire werewolf AU one shot“Hershel? Hershel, what’s wrong? Please answer, this isn’t like you at all, please let me help you!”layclaire werewolf AU one shot1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Claire could hear Hershel scream in pain from within the room. He was obviously suffering from whatever was happening to him…but why was he refusing her help? He just suddenly collapsed and told her rather harshly and yet at the same time somberly, not to follow him; then apologizing and asking her forgiveness before struggling to run off. She didn’t understand why he was acting like this; she knew he was a kind man. She needed to help him; she couldn’t leave him screaming in there, in fact he sounded terrified.
She grabbed the door knob tightly; she noticed it wasn’t locked, he probably forgot to lock the door in a panic. She didn’t try opening it at first as she wanted to try to get an answer from him first.
“Hershel, I’m coming in, I’m not going to leave in there in so much pain.”
Just a friend Onesided ReaderXLayton cont.Over the weeks, Hershel would ask you everything to help him win Emmy. Every time your smile would falter, and your heart break a little bit more. Even though you tried to give up on him, to forget him, he would always reappear as the only one for you. Then one day as you were eating breakfast together, Hershel put down his tea and asked you something a bit strange.Just a friend Onesided ReaderXLayton cont.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"[Name], an old friend of mine is celebrating his birthday in a few weeks. They said the more I bring the merrier it will be, so I was wondering if you would like to go with Emmy, Luke, and I?" he paused for a second and then started up again.
"You seemed like you needed a break," He was right, between trying to sort out the forms for your next excavation and trying to forget him, you had become very stressed out recently. But it also might help you meet new people, and forget him. Maybe.
"Sure," you replied putting on another fake smile, "I would love to."
Professor Layton x Student!ReaderIt was a quiet day at Gressenheller University, the students drained on energy from staying up all night and memorizing textbooks for their mid-term exam.Professor Layton x Student!Reader10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were sitting at your desk with your [hair colour] bangs in your eyes, tapping your pencil frantically. You didn't get a blink of sleep last night, but it wasn't for the same reason as everybody else.
No, you weren't studying like you should have done. Instead, you spent those hours thinking about your future wedding with a certain professor with a fine top hat.
Professor Hershel Layton. The words rolled off your tongue with ease as you whispered them to yourself. You were madly in love, and you knew it.
Ever since you started at Gressenheller the man had caught your eye. He never left your mind, and every time he would go off solving mysteries outside of London, you were anxious to read about him and see his beautiful face in the papers.
You had hoped the feelings would slowly disappear over time, but they only grew stronger. You
Professor Layton x Reader: Another Puzzle Solved((A/n: This insert takes place after Unwound Future. If you haven't played the game . . . Spoilers!!! XD))Professor Layton x Reader: Another Puzzle Solved4 months ago in Romance More Like This
Gressenheller University’s halls were filled with students and teachers as they hurried to and from classes. Among them was a young Art instructor. She expertly wove her way through the throng to reach the Archaeology department. Along the way, she stole a peek into a specific classroom. To her relief, the professor was still teaching. (y/n) continued on to the office of her dear friend, hoping she had enough time. She rapped a special knock to the elderly woman inside.
“You had me worried, dear!” Rosa said as she let (y/n) into the room.
“I’m sorry,” (y/n) replied while walking in. “Some of my students needed to talk to me after class. They lingered longer than I wanted them to.”
“Next time you should shoo them out,” Rosa suggested, adding the motion with her hands. One of them held a feather duster.
Professor Layton And The Curse Of The WolfProfessor Layton And The Curse Of The Wolf - PrologueProfessor Layton And The Curse Of The Wolf1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“There were many things that happened to us in our adventure at Landlake. But the Professor and I have had the hardest time dealing with the consequences of our success. If only things could have gone, differently...”
Undo myselfI cut my hair.Undo myself6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was the only way I knew how to physically rid myself of him.
I cut the strands that he had pulled his fingers through. I cut the soft locks that he had spent hours helping me sort out. I cut the hair that he had so persistently encouraged me to grow longer.
The first few days were the hardest.
It was empty. I didn't know what to do with my hands, now that I didn't have something to constantly tug at. My neck was constantly cold from the sudden exposure. And I was naked. I didn't have anything to hide behind. It was just me and my raw lonesomeness against the world.
Then the first few weeks had been the hardest.
I had spent years constantly altering myself to please another. I had forgotten how to be myself. It had taken time, considerably longer than just a few weeks, to unravel myself. To figure out which parts of me was my own and which were his. Cutting my hair had been the first step on that journey.
I had spent, as long as I can remember actually, trying to be ob
Just a Friend (onesided reader x Layton)"The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else."Just a Friend (onesided reader x Layton)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh Hershel, I know she'll love it," You said to the man known as Hershel Layton. It pained you to keep that smile on your face, but you just couldn't let him see how much this was hurting you.
"Really, ____? Are you sure?" He asked you. You kept up that smile just as he did, though his obviously wasn't forced.
"Yes. I'm quite sure. Claire will love it," You answered. He gave you a sweet smile.
"Thank you. You're a great friend, ____."
Those words hurt more then they should, but he didn't know of your secret. You had fallen for Hershel some time ago, as you two were friends since entering the same college together. Of course, things didn't go as planned for you.
Hershel had fallen for someone else. A girl named Claire, who was sweet, nice, smart, and even funny. The way she made Hershel smile, it was something you could never accomplish to do. That smile you had tried to earn for years, she had earned in sec
Don't Mourn For MeShe was in my bed, where she had been for the past few days. Despite pleas from everyone, she refused to go anywhere else.Don't Mourn For Me7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I watched her sob her heart away and I almost wished I hadn’t done it. Seeing her there with so much anguish carved into her lovely face, it almost made me regret my choice, almost.
In the end, it had been worth it. The pain and the sorrow were all gone.
“Stop mourning for me,” I begged as I sat beside her, bed remaining the same under my transcendental body. She had to let go and move on.
She sobbed violently and pressed my pillow into her face, no doubt trying to breath in what little of my scent remained.
“It hurts too much,” she said through choked breaths. “Sometimes it feels like you’re still here,” she quietly added as her sobs began to subside. It seemed like that thought brought her comfort.
“I know sweetie but you have to move on,” I told her in a gentle voice. “It’s not your f
FrostHe looked timidly down the street. It was, like the ten previous times he’d checked, empty. Devoid of any and all human life.Frost5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
But not empty, no. There were the bodies remaining still. No one had come to clean them up- or more likely, those who came had perished too, contributing generously to the rising pile.
He kept walking, stepping over silent faces, over mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters. Over all the faces of the innocents smited in the greens and yellows of life.
The City had died, that much was visible from a glance. Bodies were strewn over streets, park benches, in libraries and coffee shops, in cars and buses and skyscrapers and apartments. But the decay hadn’t set in yet, oh no. The butchery had ended, but the processing hadn’t yet begun. The ungodly stench was only just starting to leak out into the crisp air.
And the frost was everywhere. The white frost, they had called it. The frost that didn’t melt. Come from the sky to punish you, free
SpeechlessHow the hell can I makeSpeechless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
See that everything you say
Everything you do
And although I’m not perfect
And I am trying
To find some sense of
But you’re making it
Pretty damn difficult
And I realize there’s
I can say to get through to you
Because nothing has worked yet
And all I want is
But you have taken that
All away from
NightmareI had a dream last night.Nightmare1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There was fear in that dream. I remember feeling weighed down by the terror. I remember feeling eyes watching me from everywhere; feeling that they - whoever they were - were just waiting for me to slip up and make a mistake, to chase after me and capture me. I don't know what I did. I don't know where I was. It was a world where things had gone terribly wrong, and the metallic smell of fear and oppression and blood filled the air. That much I knew, and I knew I was in danger.
But there was a woman, and though she was afraid she was kind to me. She sheltered me; said that I was kin, that I was part of her family. She said that to a group of uniformed men who had come knocking at her door - terrible, terrible men with cruel faces and sleek rifles by their sides. I was terrified, and I'm sure she was terrified as well, but the men took her for her word and left.
They left, and they brought the woman's son with them. The boy couldn't have been older than twelve.