#professor layton fanfictions

[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.

~~~~~~~~~~

"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]."

[fallen-feather1992]

I just started playing Indiana Jones.

HOW ARE THERE NO INDIANA JONES PROFESSOR LAYTON XOVERS ON AO3 OR FANFICTION.NET!?!?!?!

[theriveroflight]

"and i can't get my head (to say anything my heart could ever understand)" -- or, a slowburn breakup over 30.4k words. written for the @proflaytonbigbang. thanks to @hauntedhikingsociety for beta reading, and be sure to check out @day-colors art for this work!

webweave sources: Fleetwood Mac - "Landslide" / fic / Professor Layton and the Miracle Mask / fic / Panic at the Disco - "Folkin' Around" / fic / Donika Kelly - "I love you. I miss you. Please get out of my house."

[lady-bess]

LadyBess' Masterlist 📖

Hello, and welcome to my Masterlist! Grab a snack, two fingers of whiskey, and take a look at what I've got to offer! 🥃

I write predominantly for Pedro Pascal characters at the moment, but this is a multi-fandom blog, so characters in and out of the 'Pedro-verse' are featured here too!

My works are often 18+ and each fic comes with its own content tags and warning. Minors, please DNI ✨

For ease of navigation, I have used a Traffic Light System to rate these works 🚦

💚 Green is for General/Teen rated content 🧡 Orange is for more Mature works 💋 Red is for anything rated Explicit

My writing is mainly reader-insert content, but I have a mix of Female, AFAB, and Gender Neutral (GN) reader inserts 💜

Not all of these works are on Tumblr yet, but feel free to check out my A03 profile for all works!

Please enjoy, and come back regularly to see what's new!

Current Series: Fallout (Jack Daniels x F!Reader) Most Recent One-Shot Release: "Breaking the Barrier" - (Jack Daniels x Joel Miller x F!Reader)

One-Shots

"Petals" - Jack Daniels x F!OC (Tumblr Ask/Prompt) "Something Sweet" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Departure" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "After Hours" - Jack Daniels x GN!Reader (A03) "Fright" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Swing" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "The Perfect Fit" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "A Preposterous Thing" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Homeward Bound" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Restless" - young! Jack Daniels x F!Reader "The Lodger" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Dessert" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Chasing The Sun" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Afternoon Intrusions" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "A Lesson Learned" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Closing Time" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Bound" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Disciplinary" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Jack-mas Christmas Drabbles" - Jack Daniels x AFAB/ F!Reader (A03) "Fallout" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader

One-Shots

"Birthday Wishes" - Joel Miller x F!Reader "The Headache" - Joel Miller x GN!Reader (A03) "Foolish" - Joel Miller x F!Reader

One-Shots

"Getting In A Pickle" - Javier Peña x F!Reader "Take A Seat" - Javier Peña x F!Reader "Hot Nights in Colombia" - Javier Peña x F!Reader (A03) "My, Oh My" - Javier Peña x F!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Monday Morning" - Javier Peña x F!Reader (A03) - collaboration with @joels-darlin 💕

One-Shots

"Drive Me Wild" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Return To Me" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Longing" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Sundress" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03)

One-Shots

"Birthday Boy" - Javi G x F!Reader (A03) "Behave Yourself" - Javi G x AFAB!Reader (No pronouns used)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Heist" - Javi G x F!Reader - COMING SOON

One-Shots

"Three's A Crowd" - Jack Daniels x Joel Miller x F!Reader "Breaking the Barrier" - Jack Daniels x Joel Miller x F!Reader "Watch & Learn" - Dave York x Javi Gutierrez x AFAB!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Just A Date" - Multiple Pedro Character fic x GN!Reader "Mutually Beneficial" - Javier Peña x Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03)

Much loved characters, but so far only 1-2 fics to their name 💜

One-Shots

"Understanding" - Marcus Pike x F!Reader (A03) "Now You See Me" - Marcus Pike x F!Reader (A03) "Clean Up" - Max Phillips x F!Reader (A03) "Hypercharged In Hyperspace" - Din Djarin x F!Reader (A03) "Trust" - Din Djarin x F!Reader "On The Nature of Daylight" - Din Djarin x F!Reader "Rookie Mistake" - Tim Rockford x F!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"A Brand New Start" - Agent Ortega x F!Reader (A03)

One-Shots

"Salvation" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x Clara Oswald (A03) "Run" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x F!Reader (A03) "Rose Petals Blossom" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x Rose Tyler (A03) "Precious Moments With You" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Paint The Town Red" - Ginger Ale (Kingsman) x F!Reader

[myriadebleue]

Here's the story I wrote for the Professor Layton Big Bang 2024! (@proflaytonbigbang)

Participating in this event was very exciting and made for a nice challenge. I'm very happy that the big day is upon us!

Congrats to everybody for their hard work!

This fic has art made by @marushou13 and @lukesjournal, and they've done an amazing job, so go check out their art here and here!

Details about the fic under the cut:

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Layton Kyouju Series | Professor Layton Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bruno & Flora Reinhold, Dahlia Reinhold & Flora Reinhold, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Flora Reinhold, Bruno (Professor Layton), Dahlia Reinhold, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Related, Aged-Up Character(s), Spoilers, Adult Flora Reinhold, St. Mystere - Freeform, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Light Angst, Hopeful Ending, Robots, Machines, Fainting, Medical Procedures, Surgery, but for automatons, Cats, Nostalgia, Bonding, Family, Platonic Relationships, Careful Children That's a lot of Headcanons, Professor Layton Big Bang 2024 Summary:

From most of its buildings, to its villagers and their quirks, things forever stay the same in St. Mystere. But with the threat of a minor issue that is soon to become uncontrollable, Flora decides it might be time for some changes. That is, should Bruno accept some much needed help.

[melcobelc]

This Flora Friday I bring you a fanfiction focused on our favourite golden apple, which has been written as part of the @proflaytonbigbang !

Lady Reinhold and the Maw of the Arcanum

Rating: General Audiences

Genres: Mystery / Horror

Characters: Flora Reinhold, Don Paolo

Summary:

"This is what I now need to request of you, my dear daughter, and I hope that you can forgive me for it."

A letter, 13 years after her mothers death, leads Flora to the small, tranquil seaside village of Aenigmouth. Despite the overwhelmingly welcoming behaviour shown to her by the locals, the girl cannot shake the feeling that something isn’t right.

What is it that Aenigmouth seems to be hiding?

What is it the puzzles of this village seem to be guiding her towards?

What had been her mothers intention in sending her here?

Please look at the beautiful artwork made by the wonderful @teenytinyapprentice !

[layton-love]

Heartbeat

Professor Hershel Layton x Reader. Reader is referred to once as “lady” but is otherwise ambiguous. Very fluffy and soft. SFW. 1,443 words.

     12:26 AM.

​​​​​​     You were sick of staring, just watching and waiting as his arms raised above his head yet again. He was stretching for the seventh time in ten minutes. Those arms belonged around you right now, you complained inwardly, huffing in petulant indignation. Was he doing this on purpose, just to get a rise out of you? To tease you? Surely he wouldn't be so cruel, not your beloved Professor, you thought half-jokingly.

     “Do you intend to sit at that desk until sunrise, Hershel?” You questioned the archaeologist, glaring at his back, arms folded across your chest.

     “I may have to if you keep distracting me. Perhaps you could try a puzzle in order to pass the-” The Professor was suddenly cut off by a yawn, followed by yet another languid stretch, “-the time.” He finally muttered out tiredly, rubbing the back of his head and neck. Sickeningly adorable. It infuriated you.

     “I'm already facing the biggest puzzle of them all." You retorted flatly, very much unswayed by his suggestion, “You're clearly exhausted, Professor. I doubt you'll be able to focus even if I'm pacified with solving every puzzle in the room for the rest of the night. Come lie down and rest. You can finish your work tomorrow.”

     You heard him hum in thought, followed by a long pause. You knew him well enough to know that this meant that he was actually finally considering your invitation. Your heartbeat began to quicken at this, waiting eagerly with bated breath for his decision.

     “Oh, alright,” He finally surrendered, his shoulders relaxing as he put his pen down. You beamed from ear to ear, sitting quickly upright. You couldn't help but eagerly kick your legs in schoolgirl fashion. “Indeed, you have a point. I've hardly made progress in the last hour, and that certainly isn't entirely your fault.” He turned to you with a playful smile and wink. The obviously delighted expression on your face gave him pause for just a moment as he considered how you'd been trying to pry him from his work for hours now. All that effort just to cuddle with him... You looked so pleased about finally succeeding. His expression quickly softened at this thought, a blush rising in his cheeks. Sheepishly, he began chuckling. "Goodness, dear. It seems I've neglected you a bit too long. It's terribly rude to keep a lady waiting; how ungentlemanly of me. You have my deepest apologies.”

     “Indeed. I'll forgive you when you finally get over here.” You replied, failing to sound truly cross with him.

     “Very well. I'm grateful for the opportunity to make up for my actions.” He half-joked, smiling jovially as he strolled over to the couch where you were. You held out your arms as he took the seat directly beside you and leaned in, allowing you to snatch him into your embrace like a dragon with its treasure. He laughed at your enthusiasm, a warm and delightful sound that rumbled softly throughout his chest. Tugging him down so that you were both lying on your sides facing each other, you nestled your head into him as he returned your hug and hummed a pleasant sigh, smoothly pulling you flush against him. As you both relaxed into the soft blanket-covered cushions, he ran his fingers gently through your hair, looking down at your head pressed to his bosom. The archaeologist could feel his face heating up. You were precious...

     ...

     You could hear his heart beating.

     It was the most wonderful sound in the world.

     Deep, steady, beautiful. This was the very sound of the person you love the most being alive. It meant that he was right here, right here, safe and sound in your arms, and you in his. It was entrancing. You felt as though you could listen to it forever.

     You let your hands wander with an innocent, loving touch, tracing his spine through the woolly fabric of his sweater. Your fingertips glided over his sides and shoulders, memorising the shapes. You felt him shift slowly, resting the lower half of his face on top of your head as he planted the sweetest kiss on the part of your hair. You giggled at this with a contended sweetness in your tone. “You're delightful.”

     “And you are my greatest delight,” the Professor replied, his voice soft and gravelly with sleepiness. Your heart skipped a beat at this, and evidently he noticed, a goofy grin being pulled across his face. The Professor then pulled you further up into his arms, keeping you close as he pressed his forehead to your own. His deep, dark brown gaze met yours, his eyes half-lidded. In them swirled a hazy mix of adoration and the cutest sleepiness – but the manner in which he looked at you, so genuinely, so incredibly... It was enough to steal your breath for a moment.

     It was the way you could see honesty in his eyes; you could see love; you could see him. The way there was nothing hidden from you.

     It was the way you felt completely safe when you were with him.

     You never had to question his motivations; you never had to question how he truly felt about you. He had no intention of hiding it, for it was right there on display—not that he had a problem with telling you, either.

     Hershel's eyes crinkled as he grinned, watching with a sense of childish awe as you got lost in his eyes so easily. He could feel your heart steadily beating against his chest; he could feel the gentle thrumming of it increase in intensity ever so slightly the longer you stared. The way in which you simply adored him down to the very bones of your being was breathtaking. He never considered the possibility of finding pure love like this again in his life; he never thought it possible. But now? Every day, every morning, when he wakes up and you're still there, you prove to him time and time again that nothing is impossible. You were incredible. You were his everything.

     Before, he'd tried not to frown when the question of Why? had drifted through his mind. Why did you adore him so? Why him? He wasn't exactly a stupendous or especially experienced lover. You had told him before that he was different from others, and he supposed he certainly was different, but he'd never considered himself to be the phenomenon you seemed to view him as. Over time, he came to the conclusion that he'd just simply have to accept it—accept that you... preferred him. You had your motivations, albeit they were a mystery to him. However, his inquisitive mind wouldn't quite let it go as easily. He tried to pinpoint it, tried to narrow it down, but the pieces just wouldn't fit into place.

     Now, in moments current, as he watched your mesmerised gaze directed at him, felt your heartbeat against him... Something inside him understood. It was wordless; there was no clear written or verbal answer, only the understanding that the puzzle was completed.

     That was enough for him.

     With lidded eyes, slowly, non-intrusively, he leaned in, his lips tenderly brushing against yours. He paused, waiting for a reaction, for permission. His fingers combed through your hair, trailing like the gentle kisses of raindrops down the back of your neck. You leaned in, returning the loving advance. He sighed dreamily, something like relief, as he fully leaned into the kiss, as if he'd been underwater and finally come up for air. The kiss was slow, loving, tender – honest. With feeling, with adoration, with commitment. There was no rush for anything or anyone else. It was all yours; every second of it belonged to the two of you. Those very moments in time—even those, too. His hands slowly trailed down your back, down every curve, the touch of his fingertips like promises. “A gentleman always keeps his promises,” you recalled him once saying. You hoped he would keep you, too. Hershel was a true gentleman, though; of course he would.

     You finally parted for air. You could feel the rising and falling of his chest in sync with yours. You let out a breathy laugh, smiling at him, a gesture that he readily returned. Every piece was in its perfect place, exactly where it was meant to be. Exactly where you were meant to be.

     You could feel his heart beating against your chest in rhythm with yours.

     It was beautiful.

[kukurykunapatyku]

Sometimes what you were looking for was in your pocket all along

After coming back to work after Unwound Future, Hershel discovers someone broke into his office. Together with Flora, they set on a journey to uncover this new mystery! On the way, he might just discover how strained their relationship really grew. Also on Ao3

Chapter 1

Notes:

This work is part of Layton Big Bang, so here's wonderful co-creators! The artworks were made by: Polysaurus: twitter, tumblr Angie_creations: carrd, intagram, bsky, twitter The puzzles were designed by Louise: tumblr

Flora would never not be amazed at how quickly people could shake off and rebuild after disasters. It wasn't even a week after Fake London rose from underground and brought destruction to the neighborhood. She saw the rubble, the fire, she heard the screams... And yet, it seemed the city already moved forward, leaving the tragedy in the past.

Moments like this were when she felt the most like a village girl.

Following the city's example, she cast her eyes down and tried to block it out of her mind.

She found professor Layton in front of his closed office doors, furiously searching through his suitcase. He lifted his head at the sound of her footsteps.

"Ah, Flora, is there any chance you have seen-"

She reached her hand forward, the tinkling of two metal keys hopefully hiding the snort she let out at his expression.

"You left them on the desk, professor."

He chuckled good-naturedly and took the keys.

"Thank you dear. I will left my head there one day."

Inside, the office was as clean as it was on a normal day. It still meant 'pretty messy' but it was like recent events had no affect on the University. Flora supposed that was good. It meant classes would start soon.

Absorbed in looking around the room, it took her a moment to notice that Layton stopped, his eyes fixated near the desk. With furrowed forehead he put the bag away on the floor and knelt near it.

"Is there something wrong?"

He shook his head.

"Not really. It's just... Yes, it's probably nothing."

"What?" She ventured closer and craned her neck over the spot professor was so focused on. "It looks like just some dirt."

"Yes, as I said, it's probably nothing."

"There''s more over there. And here!" She followed the trail. "There's something on the windowsill too."

Behind her Layton tensed.

"Oh. is there a lot of it?"

"Hm? Not really, I think we can clean it up in a blink of an eye."

"Ah. Could you open the widow please? The room seems a bit stuffy."

Flora reached for the bolt. Her hand hovered over the lock for a few seconds before opening. Then she turned to the professor with a concerned look.

"Professor, shouldn't it be locked before? The bolt was busted."

"Indeed it should." Layton closed the gap between them and looked down at the drying mud two stories below. "It seems an unexpected guest visited the office in my absence."

"No!" Flora gasped. She turned around and started pacing around the room, eyeing the furniture. "Did something got stolen? Maybe they were looking for something." She slapped her hands on the desk and shot scattered papers suspicious look. "Does anything seem out of place or moved, professor?"

Layton played with the trim of his hat, looking embarrassed. "I'm afraid I wouldn't know."

"Oh. Right," Flora deflated. "So, what are we supposed to do now?"

"Well, it can't hurt to ask around. Maybe somebody saw something." He stepped back and closed the window. "You can come home dear, thank you for the keys."

Flora furiously shook her head.

"It will be rather boring. Really, I insist-"

"Please professor, I can help!"

Layton scratched his neck.

"Well... If you're sure. Let's go then."

An hour of going around the campus later, Flora had to admit that it was, indeed, pretty boring. The only thing they managed to discover was that yesterday someone was asking about Professor Layton, but any triumph she felt when they first learned that disappeared when it turned out no one bothered to ask stranger for name or even remembered what they looked like.

"Really unassuming, I must say," one of the doctors answered. "He wouldn't look out of place in a lecture hall."

She let out the sigh as they approached the janitor working near main hall. After exchanging pleasantries, professor asked the question they were there for.

"No, I don't think anyone was looking for you sir, at least not when I was working."

Flora tried to look not too disappointed. A dead end again, what a bad luck!

To her surprise, professor just nodded, like it was exactly what he was expecting.

"I see. Well, I've got another question, if you don't mind. In the past few days, did you notice anyone passing by that you didn't recognize?"

Janitor scratched his beard in thought.

"My my, was there?" Then he hit his fist on the open palm. "Oh right, there was someone! He looked like an academics so I figured out he was just new. He left in the hurry but dropped this." He showed professor folded piece of paper. "It seemed important so I didn't threw it away. I would have returned it but he already disappeared by the time I noticed."

Professor took it from his hand, opened and looked it over. Flora could see the moment his eyes shined at what he saw inside. Could it actually help them?

"Ah, thank you. Would it bother you if I took it? I'll make sure to return it next time I see him."

"Bother? Not at all, you'll be making me favor!" The bearded man smiled and weaved his hand.

Satisfied, Layton tipped his hat and turned back to his office.

Flora followed him. I wonder when he would even notice I'm not there if I didn't. She quickly shut down this train of thought. It wasn't fair, she knew it; they were at the tip of the mystery, it's no wonder he got distracted by new clue.

Still, the thought remained, fermenting at the back of her head.

"Professor, what's that? Is it important?"

Hershel startled, suddenly reminded he wasn't alone and looked up from the paper. A weave of embarrassment washed over him at the sight of Flora's expectant face.

"I don't know yet; it does seem like it could be useful." He cleared his throat and started reading the handwritten poem:

Two days before the next Moon Four days before the Sun When under the morning sky The tall sibling stares down to Earth And the small one up at the western star Remember these words, you can count on them during Your journey: {Courage Will Be All} There one remains In the third Rainstorm of the first Chapter

"Unless our stranger fancies himself a poet, there is a possibility he wrote this for a reason, and that could help us discover why he was here. However, I'm at loss at to what it could be about."

"Maybe he wrote this as a reminder which train he was supposed to catch?"

Hershel glanced at Flora. "Oh? And what makes you think that, dear?"

She giggled and pointed at the side of the note visible to her. He furrowed his brow and flipped the paper. Then he let out small puff of laughter as well. The poem was written at the back of a train schedule from nearby station. He was so engrossed in trying to make sense of the strange words, that he didn't even looked it over properly. Maybe recent events affected him more than he'd like to admit.

"Well done, Flora; that should make solving our mystery a lot easier. Actually," he leaned forward and handed her the note, "since you discovered arguably the most important part of the puzzle, would you like to give it a try?"

With a bit of hesitation Hershel couldn't guess the source of, Flora took the paper and read it herself.

"I think we can look at it like an elaborate train ticket. What information should be there then, dear?"

Flora put one finger on her chin and started listing.

"Well, it needs to say when the train leaves, like day and hour." She turned the page. "There are a lot of trains that leave at the same time, so also the number?"

She looked up and saw Layton nodding at her approvingly. She returned to the puzzle. Recognizing what she needed was all well and good, but what's next? Maybe she should focus on the numbers first.

Two days before the next Moon, Four days before the Sun. That seemed to be the best place to look for a date. Moon and Sun are the point of reference, so they must point at some days. Moon and Sun... Days... Moon day... Sun day...

Flora almost jumped. Of course! She quickly counted. Two days from Monday, four days from Sunday, it must be Wednesday. She puffed with pride. One thing done!

The girl grabbed the next part with renewed energy. Under morning sky meant it's before 12 am, that much was clear. So the next paragraphs should show exact hour. On the Wednesday schedule the only morning trains were leaving at 3:45, 6:00, 8:15 and 10:30. The tall sibling stares down to Earth, and the small one up at the western star; how does it connect? Two siblings, one tall and one small, pointing the time. Flora furrowed her brows; it felt as if the answer was just around the corner...

Sudden melodic clang broke her out of her thoughts. Flora glanced where the sound came from and saw the clock on the academy tower. Was it 2pm already? The clock face showed... It showed... It showed!

Two siblings, there were right there! Long arrow pointing to the Earth, short arrow at the west - she threw away most trains, leaving only those leaving on 8:15 and 10:30. Out of the two of them 10:30 seemed better, but Flora didn't count out 8:15 just yet; the looks could be deceiving after all.

There were two trains on 10:30 and two more on 8:15. She looked at the examples; what made them different from each other? The train numbers: YJ7423, BB2011 and NP9694, SD2005.

Remember these words, you can count on them during Your journey: {Courage Will Be All}.

"Courage will be all," she murmured. "How's that a clue?"

"Well, one could say we can't count on our friend to be clear, can we?"

She startled, almost forgetting why she was solving the puzzle in the first place. Layton smiled at her and Flora realized he tried to make a joke, so she snickered.

Count... Maybe that's what those words meant? C-o-u-r-a-g-e  w-i-l-l  b-e  a-l-l; 7423, it fitted perfectly with only one train, that couldn't be a coincidence. She looked at the paper again and felt her eyes sparkle. Your journey: {Courage Will Be All}. YJ7423. The whole name was there, in one verse! Clever!

With a warm smile she wondered if Layton noticed it before her and was trying to give her a clue as a pun.

"I think I got it," she said instead. "He left on Wednesday, at 10:30am, on a train with YJ7423 as a number. That's what we need, right?"

"I think that's correct my dear! But say, what the last line could be referring to?

Any doubt that he already knew the answer evaporated. Third rainstorm in first chapter... What was missing?

"Could it be his seat? That's something he would need to know too, right?"

Layton smiled and patted her shoulder. "I think so too. Great job, dear."

Flora puffed with pride.

"It's great we followed the same train of thought then, professor."

She watched with delight as he slowly blinked and then brought hand to his face, muffling a snort. He reached his hand forward, wordlessly asking for the note.

The laugh died in Hershel's throat when he glanced at the schedule again. His eyes slipped off the correct train and glued themselves to the name few rows below it: Froenborg.

Name less significant on its own than what it was connected to. With a wave of memories of frozen secrets, flying golems and slender hand reaching for a handshake in a ice-cold cave, suddenly Hershel knew where he saw that writing style before. And with that, the other puzzle pieces fell into place.

"Did yo hear me, professor? Are we going to look for them?"

He twitched, mentally chastising himself for losing focus.

"Ah. No, I don't... It's not necessary, really."

She frowned.

"Are we giving this to the police then?"

This time the answer came to him quicker. "No. There's no need to involve them."

"So how are we supposed to catch them? Who knows what they were doing in your office!"

"Don't worry. I'm sure he really just wanted to find me. The approach was not ideal, but I'm sure there was no ill will involved."

"How can you know that? There could- wait. Professor." She looked at him with wide eyes. "You know who it is already?"

"It's only a hunch, dear. But I think it could be-" he stopped. Who was it? Desmond Sycamore, Jean Descole? Hershel? "My brother. It could be my brother."

"You have a brother?"

"Yes, though we're not close."

He looked down. Flora was watching him with an expression that brought to mind hungry chicks demanding a meal. Only good manners were stopping her from bombarding him with questions. Hershel sighed.

"I'll make us some tea. It's a long story," he said, maybe trying to buy himself time. Flora patiently waited for the water to boil up, though Hershel could hear her thrumming fingers on her knees.

Two clean cups out of drawer, one spoon of his favourite blend in each and sugar cubes on the plate. Hot water slowly pouring, with more care than the task really required. There was something calming about the flow; clear line from the tip of the kettle to the cup. No place for uncertainty, for statements that contradict each other and yet are no less truthful.

He could just tell the story as it was. Descole's rampage in Clark's hometown, the kidnappings, the fights, the deceptions, but something stopped him.

She's still a child, she doesn't need to hear it. This isn't a tale appropriate for a young lady, he thought.

I don't want her to hate him, said more honest part of himself.

"We grew up separately, so I really met him only about two years ago."

Flora took the cup from him. "That's the same time you met Luke."

"...Yes. I got a letter from Luke's father asking me for help. As it turned out, he got tangled into conflict with a particular archaeologist about nearby Azran site. It turned quite heated and we bid him a bitter farewell. Luck has it, I run into the man a few times after that, though we were usually at odds. Then, one day, he send for me. To be honest, I didn't know it was the same person; he used an alias. Apparently going against each other gave him an appreciation for my knowledge in the field, and he wanted my help with his recent breakthrough.

"I accepted. It was truly a one-of-a-kind discovery and it garnered a lot of unwanted attention from less than savoury individuals. The research made us work together for some time, so we get to know each other better. You can imagine my surprise when it turned out that not only was he my nemesis of a sort, but also a brother I lost so far back I could barely remember it."

He stirred his drink, watching sugar dissolve. He never told Flora what happened inside the Azran sanctuary

"And after that... I would like to say that we ended our partnership on amicable terms, but that's not quite true. There was a lot going on around that time and we didn't get to have proper goodbyes before we parted ways. Until today, that was last I heard of him, to the point where I was wondering if he's even still alive. So this," he tapped the note on the table," comes as a surprise."

Hershel took a sip. "He probably was looking for me, and when he realized I wasn't at work, he broke into my office to search for clues."

"Is that why you don't want to report it? Because he was just worried about you?"

Hershel smiled. "I'm not sure of his motives but it's an option."

"And you don't want to talk to him?"

"Excuse me?"

"It's just." Flora fidgeted with cup's ear. "You just said you didn't get to have proper goodbyes, so I thought you wanted to, but you also said that we shouldn't be looking for him."

"It's not that I don't want to per se, but he clearly came in secret. And if he wanted to talk he would've left me a message. I'm respecting his wishes."

"But he did come here, so he must've want to meet you, right? Maybe that note was a message, and he just lost it before he could hide it in your office?"

"He would've just written new one."

"Maybe he got scared by the mess. I don't think you would have read this note if he left it there. But now you found it! Doesn't that mean something?"

Hershel didn't answer at first, turning the argument around in his head. The more he thought about, the more he found himself agreeing. With embarrassment, he had to admit that it was possible that he could miss any message left there.

Still, even thought it was sound idea, he couldn't help but feel it was more of a convenient excuse. It has been three years since the last time he saw Descole and the rugged edges of what more should be said stole a lot of sleep from him. He did want to see him. He wanted to talk. He wanted to know why. Why any of this? Why like that?

"Fine," he said. "Let's look for him. But, you have to listen to everything I say, dear."

Flora jumped up with stars in her eyes. "Really? Amazing! I'll start preparing right away!" she said, grabbed her bag and sprinted towards the door.

Hershel waited for her steps on the staircase to fade away before he plopped down on his chair and sighed.

He hoped he wasn't making a big mistake.

[hiddens-studio]

Orange Roses

Just a quick animation based off one of my Layton fanstories [though I haven't released this one yet] called Professor Layton And The Unfinished Ballad.

I won't spoil anything, but... There do be flowers LMAO

[ninadove]

watching character ai lukadrien create the most heart wrenching debilitatingly angsty love story to ever love story ever

Hey, I can tell there’s no malice behind your ask, but — don’t do that.

I write fanfiction myself, and a lot goes into it:

1. Unreasonable amounts of ✨ Time and Effort ✨

Just the other day, my WIP kept me up until 2 AM, because I wanted it to be neatly polished before even sending it to my beta readers (@paracosmicfawn and @dragongutsixofficial). The first thing I did the following morning was re-read it again, to correct any typos and inconsistencies my tired brain might have missed the night prior.

2. Research and analysis

For a cute little Lukadrien scene I wrote with my ✨ awesome girlfriend ✨ — something that was never even going to be published — I went through a dozen different sources trying to get a better understanding of what meditation actually is and to capture the philosophy behind it accurately. This does not make me special — all authors do it out of dedication and love for their craft, but it’s energy that could be spent doing literally anything else, especially when you consider how horrifyingly lonely the writing process can be (see point 1).

Also, there’s a reason I spend so much time making analysis posts on Silly Little Blorbos who do not exist! It gets my brain running and allows me to sharpen my understanding of the characters, so I can write them properly in my works.

3. A unique perspective on the characters, the source media, and life in general

Which gives all the flavour to my favourite AO3 works out there.

Like, yes, that extract you sent in your follow-up ask is cute, I guess, but it’s also incredibly generic:

When actual living breathing human (or Senti) beings share their work with you, they’re inviting you to a special part of their brain that they’ve decorated with their own experiences, references and visuals — things that they love and passed onto their favourite characters, so they can hopefully reach you. For instance, Character AI would never have had the genius idea to compare Felix’s eyes to an aurora borealis; this could have only sparked from @wackus-bonkus-maximus’ brain. Similarly, my version of Felix will often reference works of art and literature that left a strong impact on me as a child — an impact I’m sure can also be sensed in my approach to storytelling and even in the way I structure sentences and paragraphs.

Which leads me to my final and most important point:

4. EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE™

Because let’s be real — there’s a reason our brains latch onto certain characters, and said reasons aren’t always sunshine and rainbows. I’ve cried more writing about the Senticousins than over the loss of certain people or relationships in my own life. Long before that, I latched onto Clive and gave him everything I felt was missing from my life as a teenager, so I could live vicariously through him. And of course, I always make my characters some flavour of queer, because for a long time this was the only outlet I got for my own feelings and identity.

It takes a lot of vulnerability to put all of this on the Internet for others to read and judge, and it’s very disheartening to see that people would rather ask a machine to spit out some easily digestible but impersonal interactions than give your work a chance.

I can guarantee there are beautiful pieces of fanwork out there that will cater to your tastes and haunt you for years in a way Character AI or Chat GPT never could. And the good news is — if you don’t find anything, it means it’s time to write it yourself!

And of course, I cannot end this post without encouraging everyone to read about the writers’ and actors’ strike currently unfolding in the US.

[laytons-office]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59169679

Summary: “Layton’s heart skipped with alarm as the stillness was pierced by a child’s frightened cry for his mother. He jumped from his seat at the desk and turned around, nearly knocking over the chair in his haste. His surprise scarcely lessened to realize that the sound was Luke.”

After witnessing the specter’s attack on North Ely, Luke is unable to sleep. Despite feelings of inadequacy, the professor steps up to help his young friend conquer his fears—with some help from a bit of puzzle-solving, of course! Essentially a tribute to the beginning of the duo’s legendary friendship and the trust they share. Created in contribution to the Professor Layton Big Bang 2024.

Rating: General Audiences

Wordcount: 5,311

[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.

~~~~~~~~~~

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.

[robyn-runestone]

Hi Layton followers! I just made a blog where you can submit Professor Layton fanfiction you like. It’s called @laytons-office. Feel free to swing by if you have anything you want to share!

[theriveroflight]

the only possible truth

Written for @proflaytonbigbang! Thanks to @axriven and @dot-tsu for illustrating, and @toy-pigeon for beta reading, as well as @magicwhiskers29 for some very early brainstorming.

Rated T for some swearing, 12.6k words, Claire & Dimitri (with one-sided Claire/Dimitri, and a whole host of background relationships)

It's a pattern. In every timeline, over and over, she dies. Every version of her has gone inside the time machine, and every version of her has died inside it.

Now available on AO3!

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: A chance encounter on a northbound train leads Professor Layton and his young friend Luke to once again team up with the hapless lawyer Phoenix Wright, now accompanied by his sweet little daughter Trucy. At first, the Professor's latest mystery seems like a straightforward missing persons case, but after arriving in the haunted village of Fatargan, Layton and Phoenix soon realise that if they ever hope to make it out of here, they'll have to understand the village, its people, and each other.

Author: @rainymeadows

Submitter: @theshinysnivy1

Note from submitter: An incredible Professor Layton and Ace Attorney crossover set during Wright's disbarment, in which both Layton and Wright have to deal with a mystery consisting of the most stressful characteristics of an adventure from either franchise. Featuring a spooky town with weird residents, murders, unfair trials, and trying to convince Hershel Layton that ghosts are real.