Band and Choir (Luke Triton X Reader)Eager black shoes pounded on the stone hallway. A boy wearing a blue sweater and green shorts picked up his pace, panting and running. He stumbled a little, and clutched his hat before he tumbled to the ground. He grunted, but continued to run as if nothing happened. He had to get back to Professor Layton’s flat, quickly!
His name was Luke Triton, the famous apprentice of Professor Layton. Luke helped the professor with an eager expression, and always offered his input. Nothing would stop him from answering the professor’s call!
Except when he heard an amazing voice.
Luke skidded to a halt in the hallway, a shocked expression on his face. He put his hand to his ear and listened, wanting to find the source of the sound.
The song continued, someone was singing. The voice soared into angelic highs before dipping into violin-like lows. Luke ambled around the hallway of the building before finally putting his ear to a door near the end of the hallway. The voice continued to sing
(SB)Hershel x Reader x Randall: Fighting FeelingsHenry had no intention whatsoever to overhear (y/n) and Angela's conversation. It was after school let out. Most of the students left immediately after the bell sounded. Some--including Angela, (y/n), Hershel and Randall--lingered after to work on some class projects. Henry always traveled home with Randall. He decided to wait for him and Hershel to finish. What better way to wait than browsing around the library.
The young man searched the shelves for a book to check out. As he turned and walked between two shelves in the non-fiction section, Henry caught Angela and (y/n)'s voices. Angela's was loud with excitement--a tad too loud for the atmosphere of the library. (y/n) had to shush her. Hearing Hershel's name piqued Henry's curiosity. He sneaked closer towards the girls until he saw their backs through the gaps of the shelves. His blue eyes darted from the books he "perused" to Angela and (y/n) as he listened.
"Are you serious, (y/n)?" Angela whispered, her tone still excited. "You
Don't Die! Lucifendi Fanfic.
It was a freezing night in the Mystery Room and Alfendi and Lucy were working late into it. "Ee, it's gettin' cold, prof." Lucy rubbed her arms. Although she was easily accustomed to the low temperature of London, having been born in Yorkshire, Lucy actually hated the cold.
"I'm not and I'm sure the rest of the building is too." Alfendi scorned. "It's just because you went outside for too long. Don't get any ideas to start the heaters; if you turn one on, the rest do too, remember..."
"I won't!" Lucy crossed her arms with obvious embarrassment. Last year, Lucy was careless enough to put the Mystery Room heaters up so high and wonder why everyone in the building was throwing snowballs at their heaters. She re-entered the Mystery Room, Alfendi was trying to turn off the heater without scalding himself pushing a broom handle to the nob. Lucy simply turned it off and that's when Alfendi went off... On her! It was a very hard lesson, but she learnt it just the same. "I'm just gonna warm up
How to Mend a Broken Heart (Layton x Reader)
How to Mend a Broken Heart (Layton x Abused! Student! Reader)
A/N: ((Sorry this is so cruddy! Anyway, I do not own you or any of the characters in this story except for Prindell. And sorry for not putting in the full title, it wouldn't fit. Enjoy and review, maybe?))
*Third Person POV*
(F/n) (L/n) ran to Gressenheller University, her cheeks streaked with tears. Before she could get inside, she tumbled to the ground, hitting her head on the pavement and falling unconscious. She had been running from something, but nobody knew what. Somebody ran over to (F/n), kneeling down next to her unconscious body.
(F/n) was running down the street when I saw her, heading to the university. She didn’t even notice me. ‘I wonder why she is in such a rush. She never…’ I saw her slip and hit the ground. (F/n) had hit her head and wasn’t moving
Don't Die! SEQUEL!: I'll Protect You...It was quite some time when Scotland Yard's break room was burnt down in winter, the little area made a little closer with a better fireplace. Although now, the refreshments were replaced with cheese sandwiches and carbonated apple juice. Yes, it was no longer winter, but spring took it's place as the flowers exploded into bloom in the popular continent of Europe. Of course, crime still plagued the popular town of London and someone had to put a stop to it at it's every disgusting turn. As the late morning sun beat down on the asphalt, a hurried pair of shoes padded down it and towards the Yard. "Eh, don't tell me I'm late again!" The familiar owner of the two-toned shoes leapt up the concrete stairs two at a time, her Detective Constable badge clinking against her thigh. "Three weeks off an' I wanna go back t' the Mystery Room... Fancy that..." She speed-walked past DC Chan who was barking at Sniffer in mistranslation. Brushing a bit of the Asian's spit off one of her military jacket'
Professor Layton x Reader: Husband and Wife
Layton could count on one hand the times in his life when he felt nervous. They were applying to attend Gressenheller University, the approval of his Master's thesis for his degree, and his first day of teaching. He'll be adding a fourth to his small list today--possibly a fifth. After five months of patient waiting, he was getting married.
(y/n) had been right the night they went ice skating with Flora. He had little to worry about as he spoke with her parents privately on Christmas Eve. Mrs. (l/n) could barely contain her joy when Hershel asked for their daughter's hand in marriage. Without hesitation Mr. (l/n) gave Layton his blessing, knowing he would continue to love (y/n), protect her, and bring her happiness in life. (y/n)'s mom looked forward to future grand kids. Hopefully they wouldn't wait too long to start a family of their own.
The professor proposed to (y/n) as Christmas day came to an end. After joining his parents for dinner, he, (y/n) and Flora returned to his flat. Fl
Chasing Dreams (Layton x Reader)
(F/n) was a music professor at Gressenheller university. Not only was she known for her lovely singing voice, but she was also know for being extremely pretty. That being said, a lot of the university boys had crushes on her. (F/n) was oblivious to this fact until one of her students stopped her in the hall, on a crisp, fall day.
(F/n) was talking with some of her friends as she made her way through the university. After parting ways, she headed for the door when one of her students stopped her. "Heya, Professor." (F/n) gave him a nod. "Hello, Brad. Can I help you?" Brad was quite popular for his looks, but (F/n) ignored that sort of thing. It also didn't help that student-teacher relationships were strictly forbidden. "Nah, Miss (l/n), but I must say, you look extremely gorgeous today." (F/n) coughed in embarrassment, her face turning a light shade of pink. "A-Ah. Thank you, Brad." He gave her a sly smirk. "It's only the truth, P
(RQ)Professor Layton x Reader: Ice Slipping
Flora struggled to contain her excitement throughout the day. Before leaving for work, her foster father told her (y/n) would be joining them for dinner. The news made her jump for joy. Ever since the professor introduced her to (y/n), Flora knew there was something special between them. And now, nearly six months since he solved the mystery of the puzzle sender, the young baroness had a feeling Hershel was preparing to propose. She hoped it would be soon. Then they would truly be a family.
School couldn't have passed by any slower for Flora. She itched to be home to tidy up the flat. Once she was off the bus, she dashed inside, rid herself of her thick, wool winter coat and snow boots, and dropped her school bag on her bed. Cleaning was first on her list, then her studies. Flora's eyes glanced to the clock on the wall periodically. It was four-thirty in the afternoon, which meant Hershel and (y/n) would be done with teaching and coming home soon. She finished just in time. To occupy t
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.
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