#alphonse dalston

[princema-k]

i finished in time..!!!!!

this is my @plgiftexchange entry for @zillasafe !!

merry (VERY BELATED) christmas, happy holidays, and a happy new year to you!!!! i hope you enjoy the gift~

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going insane

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What’s most funny about this is that at the start of the exchange, he was telling the dog to leave Emmy alone. Leading me to think that throughout this conversation Emmy has just been taunting this dog and sticking her tongue out at him or something, because his master called him down and there’s nothing he can do about it.

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the twin brothers ever

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[johndescole]

I invented a new layton yaoi do you all like it

[ID: drawing of Henry Ledore and Alphonse Dalston from Professor Layton and the Miracle Mask. Henry is tucked in close to Alphonse, with one hand on his large chest, kicking one of his feet up, and a delighted expression. Alphonse is pressing a kiss to Henry's hair as he holds Henry's skinny waist. Both have pink anime line blushes on their faces. end ID]

[nyctolemon]

choose your fighter:

[regu-1]

Alphonse doods [tag as soft, huggable , shaped = block]

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Been collecting these like Pokemon

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(left: EU version, right: NA version)

WHY IS AMERICAN HENRY SO FUCKING MEAN

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A Gravity Falls Miracle Mask AU would go hard as fuck though. Fiddleford as Hershel and Stanford as Randall. Bill could be a spectre possessing the Mask of Chaos who tells Ford about the ancient Azran Civilization. Hell Stanley could be in Dalston’s place because Monte d’Or is both the place just for him and because Stan and Ford would’ve grown up in Stansbury together. Do you guys see my vision. Do you see

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Something something… The Layton kids all reflect the Monte d’Or Trio in some way, leading me to believe hope they had a helping hand in raising them. Not necessarily in the ‘my childhood friend is missing so I’ve adopted his kids’ kind of way, but like. Rosa is working a full time job at Gressenheller and Flora is a young adult with her own life, so maybe the Monte d’Or gang could babysit every once in a while?

Randall is Kat. Hyperactive. Boisterous. Loud-mouthed. Passionate. Rude. Spoiled. Wants shiny things. Craves attention. Living in their father’s shadows. Disregards others’ feelings at times, but can also be very kind. Obsessed with appearances. (Look at Randall’s ascot and his MG’s outfit. Look at them.) Never sits still. Have a lot of people looking out for them… They both have an assistant butler. Randall is Kat.

Angela is a lot like Flora. Secretive and endlessly patient. The princess in the tower, waiting years and years for the right person. Gets extremely anxious over losing loved ones. Dependant on others— must have someone to look after them according to their parents, can’t survive on their own. Happy as a child but faced a tragedy and now she rarely smiles. She feels useless - constantly passed from one gilded cage to the next. Keeps her true self locked away… until finally, she opens up and her joy is beautiful. But she also holds grudges. Especially over broken promises, Hershel—

That leaves Henry as Alfendi. Taken in by a family that he’s not related to biologically. Working off the premise that Alfendi was adopted too He seems so different to his family… He comes across as uncaring and he can have quite a temper. There are rumours about him— that he has blood on his hands… but really, he’s a good person and cares for his loved ones. He just has a different way of showing it. Also, he’s very passionate about his work. (The one difference is that Alfendi instantly bonds with Dalston. They’re besties)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Layton Kyouju Series | Professor Layton Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Hershel Layton, Randall Ascot, Henry Ledore, Angela Ledore, Alphonse Dalston Additional Tags: Luke and Emmy make a cameo, along with Dalston’s dog what’s-his-name, Miracle Mask, Post-Miracle Mask, Miracle Mask Spoilers, Missing Scene, might count as a fix-fic?, Friendship, Forgiveness, Fluff and Angst, Self-Blame, referenced Randall/Angela, Things that need to be said, Canon Compliant, One Shot Summary:

Tea, sandwiches, and second chances—months after the events of MM, the Stansbury gang has an opportunity to make things right.

Written for the PL Gift Exchange 2024!

My @plgiftexchange gift for @waywardwizzard who had such good prompts! I loved them all but had to choose MM, which I’d recently replayed and have a lot of great memories with it. The gang bonding and having a much-needed dose of apologies all around is a wonderful idea, and though I must apologize myself for how long it took, I hope it is worth the wait! Have a wonderful new year!!

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your friend, your servant

(a short hurt/comfort fic with henry and dalston, not long after the events of miracle mask)

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a gentle knock on the door.

how unusual, thought alphonse dalston. nobody ever visited. well, aside from those couple times dandy old hershel showed up during the masked gentleman investigation, but that was weeks ago. he sat up and paused, wondering he if he was just hearing things; with a shrug, he settled back down.

another knock.

with a groan, dalston begrudgingly hauled himself off of the couch, where he'd been oh-so-comfortably reading a book, which he closed and placed on the side table. "i'm comin', i'm comin'," he called as he made for the door, straightening out his shirt on the way.

upon swinging the door open, he found the last man he'd ever thought he'd see standing in front of him.

"good morning, mr dalston," greeted henry ledore, in his typical flat affect.

"what the hell are you doing here, ledore?" dalston asked loudly, standing in the doorway. really, what the hell WAS he doing there? ledore, of all people…

henry cleared his throat. "i understand you own a large property and only enlist the help of one servant. i can help maintain your estate."

dalston was left agape. "…what?"

"i can repeat myself, if you wish." eternally patient henry. damn him. "i apologize if my language was unclear…"

"no, i understand what you said, ledore," dalston snapped, "i just don't understand why you said it. why on earth would someone of your stature be crawling to me for work? as a servant, no less?"

henry laughed lightly. "you forget, mr dalston, that all of my wealth belongs to master randall."

"yes, right…" dalston's voice tapered off in thought. henry ledore, his financial competitor for the past 18 years, didn't even want any of the massive fortune he'd built - that which dalston had been so long trying to exceed. their rivalry was entirely one-sided. "but that doesn't make you a servant," dalston continued. "again."

"i never stopped being a servant," henry said. "my 'stature', if you'd like to call it that, was always master randall's."

"then why aren't you licking bratscot's boots right now?" dalston asked with a smirk. "i mean, since you have been so obsessively dedicated to the boy all this time, i'd think you'd be chomping at the bit to be working for him again."

a sigh. "he wasn't so keen on the idea of my resuming work as his servant. that is why i've come to you, mr dalston." henry's gaze was intense, determined.

dalston shook his head, baffled. "and if i turned you down too, would you go to some other rich sap and ask them the same?"

"i'm afraid they all regard me too highly to ever allow me a position beneath them, no matter how illogical that may seem."

"illogical, eh…?" dalston paused. "…hey, then why'd you think i'd accept? because i've sullied your good name in public, repeatedly? ha!" with a laugh, and a hearty pat on henry's back, dalston finally let him into the house.

dalston resumed his seat on the couch, leaving henry standing awkwardly in the entryway. he picked up his book and began leafing through it.

"y'know, it is kinda infuriating," he mused, smiling, "that you upstaged me at literally everything then revealed you weren't even doing it on purpose. there i was, thinking i had some fighting chance of beating you and rubbing it in your face, but now i know you never even cared about what i was doing. all you cared about was your 'master randall'."

"my apologies for seeming aloof," henry replied. "you are correct, mr dalston: preparing for master randall's return was my top priority. unfortunately, i could pay little mind to other affairs."

"including your old friend dalston?" dalston grinned. "was i too far beneath your lofty, noble goals?"

henry gave a start. "i did not realize you saw us as friends. i apologize for not treating you with more warmth."

"of course we're friends, ledore! what on earth are you talking about?" dalston shut his book and put it down. "come, sit. stop standing there like a piece of furniture."

obeying, henry came around to sit next to dalston on the couch. it was, indeed, a comfortable couch; henry smiled to himself.

"i admit," dalston said, "for a while i did think you were a slimy, greedy little bastard. i saw you building a fortune off of those ruins bratscot wouldn't shut up about, with his girl as your wife no less… i mean, you never told me why you were doing any of this! really, can you expect me not to call you a snake?"

"the most important thing was for me to help master randall," henry replied, unhelpfully. "though you, too, were romantically interested in angela, were you not? i understand our 'marriage' may have upset you on a more personal level."

dalston continued, ignoring henry's apology. "and y'know, as kids, i'd always talk about making it big in the hospitality business… but there you were, with your chain of luxury hotels, bringing in the bills! getting rich off of my dream! why, so i started my own hotel chain here in monte d'or too, and i started being massively successful, just like you - except you never batted an eye. mr ledore was too big for me now. and then you accused me of destroying monte d'or? ha! you really shouldn't be surprised i hated your guts. because you never explained a damn thing…"

henry opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.

"and what's it all for now? heh, i'm getting pissy with a saint." dalston laughed. "at least now i know i was wrong to hate you. that's nice, at least, so we can go back to being chums. no hard feelings, eh?" he nudged henry with his elbow.

"i harbor no ill-will towards you, mr dalston," henry stated. "your reaction to my behavior was due and deserved. i hope i can be a better friend to you in future, now that i am not so preoccupied."

dalston grunted, but spoke not a word. they sat in silence.

"y'know," dalston said at length, "i was glad when mr bratscot kicked you out. and i was glad you became independent. he'd shut you up in that house for hours, only sending you out to do chores… i was hoping that with all of that out of the way we'd finally get to see you again."

dalston was staring in the middle distance, and henry did the same, not knowing what to say.

"but then you shut yourself up in those ruins," dalston went on, "and then in the reunion inn, or in your study, doing to yourself what was done to you… except i thought you were being the cruel master over yourself like mr bratscot. selfish. choosing money over the rest of us."

henry bit his lip.

"why did you never explain anything? i know i would tease you when we were kids, but…" dalston paused, his expression softening. "why, do you not think we're friends, ledore? is that why you were confused earlier? …is that why you never told me about anything?"

a brief silence. "i assure you, my inability to justify my actions to you was not meant to be a personal slight. and… i am pleased that you think we're friends. but i was not expecting you to say so."

dalston smiled sadly. "but do you want me to think we're friends? do you want to be friends, ledore?"

"it is your decision, mr dalston."

"if i said we weren't, i don't think you'd get upset and disagree with me."

"i apologize."

dalston sighed. here he was, getting pissy with a saint again…

they sat in silence for a moment, uncomfortable with each others' sadness.

suddenly, dalston met henry's gaze. "you were my friend before anything else. you could never be my servant."

in turn, henry stood up with a sigh. "then i must bid you good day, mr dalston. i apologize for bothering you."

dalston grabbed his hand with both of his and pulled henry back down onto the couch.

"do you seriously not know how to be friends with someone without being their inferior?" dalston asked, incredulous, henry now forced to make eye contact. "you don't have to leave my house just because you're not working for me. what, is that why you left yours?"

henry's hand was still in dalston's grasp. he'd been startled by the whole motion, by dalston begging for his company with his hands. eyes wide, henry didn't know what to say. his mind was on the feeling of being wanted there, on that couch. of his hand in dalston's grasp.

"you're very good at saying nothing." dalston exhaled and released henry, expecting him to stand up again. he closed his eyes, expecting henry to be gone when he opened them.

"master randall has always been my closest friend. he's always treated me like his brother, and yet he was always still my master."

"hm?" dalston opened an eyelid, curious.

indeed, henry's gaze had travelled to the door… but he'd stayed, perching himself uncomfortably on the edge of the couch; though he still faced away from dalston. "the two have always been the same to me," he continued in a soft voice.

dalston sat up and listened to him, eyes fully open.

henry bit his lip and continued. "do you think master randall and i would've been real brothers if he weren't my master? if he were just… randall?"

"he's always seen you as his real brother."

henry said nothing for a moment.

so dalston waited.

"it is true," henry murmured after a while, "if you said we weren't friends, i wouldn't disagree with you."

"oh yeah?" dalston replied quietly.

"yes. though i would still be sad." he smiled unhappily. "though i suppose that wouldn't mean anything, if i never explained it?"

"i'd think you hated me."

"and i wouldn't blame you."

suddenly, dalston pulled henry to his side and hugged him tight, arms wrapped around his thin form. henry was initially frozen like a deer in headlights, just as he was when dalston had grabbed him before…

henry's mind raced. he is holding me. he wants me to stay. i am in his house. i am on his property. i am doing something wrong. i should leave. he is holding me. he wants me stay. i am wanted here. i am wanted here. i am wanted here. i am wanted here.

…henry let himself sink into the warmth of being wanted. he became nearly limp with relief, as if his loneliness were an old, cramped exoskeleton dalston had gently slit into and helped him shed, letting the vulnerable, delicate animal within finally feel the heat of the sun, so similar to the heat which had always pulsed in his heart… he felt so weak, yet so alive, within dalston's embrace… and so tired… it took a lot out of him, letting himself be loved, instead of hiding himself away…

dalston was amused to find henry fallen asleep, but smiled to himself. he let me hold him, he thought. he wants to be here. and look… now he gets to dream again…

he gently laid henry down on the couch, shifting over to make room. he settled in with his book again, just as he was before henry had ever arrived… except now someone got to be comfortable on the couch with him. he was glad henry had visited.