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What Have I Done? LB;MR Fic
First Part, Previous Part, Next Part
Disclamer: I am not an expert in DID. This is not based on that disorder. Please do not use Alfendi to base your opinion of real world people who actually have this disorder
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It’d been a week, every time they tried to sneak in and take something Hilda caught them. She always found out in some way and came storming to his flat, confiscating anything Fendi had managed to sneak out.
This time it was Florence who caught Fendi. He’d come in long after everyone else was meant to go home but it seemed Florence had decided to stay late. Thinking about it he wasn't sure if he’d ever seen her leave. Of course that could just be because he always stayed late.
No matter what the reason was she was here now. Timid but curious “Alfendi?” She peers at him round a corner. As if entering the room would be too much.
“Hi” he keeps his voice flat.
“You’re not -ACHOO- meant to be here,” she rolls into the room. He notes her hand still clinging to her IV. With no Lucy they’d never grown close enough for her to update him on her condition. He could feel Al wondering if she was okay.
He didn’t wonder about that. He just felt the anger flash through him, “is it any of your business?”
“You were shot.” she doesn’t back down but doesn’t move closer either. Staying near the doorway, smart.
“So? Shouldn’t it be my choice?” he snaps, glaring at Florence. She shrinks back against the wall, staring at him warily, “do you think you should have control over my life? Do you think I can’t make good choices?”
“You clearly can’t,” Hilda’s voice echoes through the empty halls.
“Ah-ah-achoo!”
“Florence, why don’t you go away?” Fendi snaps.
“You can stay, if you want,” Hilda contradicts. Was she just trying to annoy him? If she was it was working.
“I think I’m alright,” she mutters, not moving from next to the doorway.
Hilda turns back to Alfendi, Fendi scowls, “I can look after myself!”
Hilda’s eyes narrow as she strides across the room her finger reaches out and she jabs the bullet wound. The pain is instantaneous shooting through him, making his knees weak, “AH” he huffs, “what’s wrong with you? Why would you do that?”
“To prove that you can't look after yourself, you can’t even stand up straight!” he attempts to then, clutching at his shoulder but the movement sends fresh waves of pain through him.
He takes a shuddering breath, “how dare you! You think I was planning on getting poked in the arm! I was reading! I thought I was safe here!”
“You’re not. Lucy Baker is a killer, she clearly wants to attract our attention. She’s probably watching here.”
Oh, yeah, he’d neglected to tell her about the last time he met Lucy. How she wasn’t really a killer… It’d been so awful last time she’d called them crazy, and rejected Al for not being Fendi. They couldn’t go through that again.
It didn’t matter, going after criminals was their job and talking to Lucy would be easier if she was behind bars. “I am going to do my job!” he yells. He didn’t want to arrest Lucy but it was in his job description to at least find her. He had to at least find her, ask her why.
“You stubborn mule!” Hilda yells, “can’t you understand? I almost lost you!” was that tears in her eyes? They couldn’t be. Hilda was always so calm, so composed.
Years ago, after he’d been shot she’d said, “I lost you that day” she’d told people she lost her Alfendi. She’d told Lucy.
Everything seemed to slow, the pounding ache in the back of his head, no, no not right now, not like this, not again, “go away…” he groans, between holding his shoulder and not moving his arm for fear of flaring up more pain he couldn't hold his head like he usually did.
“What?”
“No not you it’s just…” he couldn't tell her, she’d never accept it. No one would accept it, no one was on his side, “Just let me do my job,” Al moves closer to having control, “and leave me alone!”
“Get out then!” she yells back.
“I just said not you!”
“Then who!”
His eyes dart around the room, “Florence!”
“What?” both women ask at once just as Al takes over.
JUST LEAVE, PLEASE. I CAN’T LOSE HER!
“I need to talk to Hilda in private, you’ve heard enough,” Al tries to snap at Florence, it just sounded calm.
“Okay, fine.” Florence wheels herself out, back to forensics.
“Why do you want to be alone?!”
“Because I don’t want her to hear how much I missed you. Idiot. Not everyone can hear about my softer side. If Lucy is watching here she’s watching you. We need to do this together.”
Hilda frowns at his softer tone but she chose to go with what he's saying instead of the time itself. A tone not fiery enough to be Fendi, “Fine but what about how I feel?”
Act offended, of course I care! I also care about not getting shot.
“I’m just worried about you getting shot!” Al tries to sound offended, “I care about your feelings I’m sure you’ll feel terrible if your shot!” He sounded too reasonable too caring. Of course Fendi cared but it was fiery, passionate. Everything about him was fiery. Hilda knew this fact too well.
“That’s not all, what are you hiding? What were you saying earlier, you were not talking to Florence,” Hilda moves closer, “what happened Alfendi?” she whispers, soft and vulnerable. A closeness that was Fendi’s.
“Don’t,” Al says, to both Feni’s anger and to Hilda’s closeness, “please, I can’t do this.”
We have to do this!
“Hilda, you trust me don’t you?”
“Of course, Alfendi, what's happening?”
“I can’t tell you but I need to do this.”
“Are you in trouble again? I’ve told you you have to do these things with people. You can’t just keep running off aline. It’s how you got shot.”
Al winces at that. If Fendi had never run off alone he’d never be there, if he had never run off alone Diane could well have blown up Lucy’s house (or a hospital, or a school, they still couldn't bring himself to care as much about them though, no matter how selfish). Maybe sometimes it was worth it.
“So tell me, what’s going on?”
Nothing!
“Nothing”
“Alfendi…”
“Just trust me.”
“I do trust you! I trust you with my like, just not your own! Would you accept that? If I told you to just trust me would you?”
“No.”
“Then tell me!”
I’ll cut your tongue out, I don't know how but I’ll figure it out don't you dare!
“I can’t,” he begins heading to the door.
“This isn’t you.”
“I know.” he exits the room.
#professor layton#alfendi layton#hilda pertinax#florence sich#layton brothers mystery room#lbmr#fanfic#love is not in the air#infact it's draing out#feel the fear alfendi#ngl I do have a plot for this#im not sure how to do it#but i have one#usually my fics are less dialogue heavy#sorry about that#i know there aren't a lot of options so if you don't like that it must be difficult#maybe write ur own fanfic tho#i'll read it#What have I done? LBMR
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Actually, though, I am really excited about the new Layton game, not just because of the essence of the thing, but for a really stupid personal reason, and that being that it breaks from it's similarities with Ace Attorney.
I have not been secretive, in the slightest, about how much I hated AA 5&6. I think they were awful games and that the series is worse for their existence in the canon. And as I move into Layton, the structure of the games has terrified me, because I've seen the four DS games/two 3DS games with two different spinoff series structure before, and while I wouldn't say I'm superstitious, exactly, I'm aware of patterns and I have not been able to shake this almost paralyzing fear that the same thing was going to happen, that I was going to replay these four games that I used to love and then I was going to play the 3DS games and be left with nothing but a hollow mockery of what used to matter.
But that's not what's going to happen. Now there's going to be a seventh game. Will it be good? Maybe, maybe not. Without Akira Tago, it's possible it won't be. And I was hoping for more content with Kat and Alfendi, and from what little we've seen, it seems that's not the timeline that we're dealing with. BUT... it's going to exist. And that's what matters.
Maybe 5&6 will still disappoint me, when I get there. Maybe I will still feel the way I do about AA. But just the fact that there's going to be a 7... It's breaking that mold. I don't feel like it's cursed to be a disappointment. I'm not so scared anymore.
#professor cody#professor layton#professor layton and the new world of steam#like this is just... this is really important to me guys#i know it doesn't really make sense#and i know it's stupid and illogical to feel this way#but everything has just been so eerily similiar#even the way my memories are lining up#in that i remember more from one#like one single detail from two#more from three#and then have found evidence that by all accounts i have played four but i have no memory whatsoever of it#and then two 3DS games that weren't out at the time i was into the series#but this breaks the pattern#the professor is coming back and it's going to be okay#queue takumi defense squad
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??? LOG
It’s so cold.
I slowly blinked awake, only to be utterly baffled by my surroundings.
Pure black on all sides. Certainly not the fire and brimstone I was expecting.
I think back to my final moments. Honestly, did I have anything left to live for? Caroline left me… Alfendi was “saved” by his fathers…
Future Luke… He…
The very thought of my friend fills me with a sickening new feeling. Grief. So this is what it felt like to be the one grieving.
I hate it.
Whatever. This is not the time to dawdle, especially with the sexyman competition still in play. I whip my head around, trying to get a look at every angle of my new surroundings. My body is seemingly weightless, as I gently floated though the void.
Despite the emptiness around me, I’m starting to notice a strange sensation. It’s a feeling akin to dread, but rather than staying mental, it spread throughout my very being.
I ignore it and press on.
The feeling only grows stronger, until it finally hit a fever pitch once I approached… a black wall, of all things.
As I laid a hand on the wall’s glossy surface, a sudden grinding sound rang all throughout the area. I jumped back in shock, but the wall itself didn’t change.
“Behold the endless abyss.”
“The beginning and end of all worlds… and all souls.”
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. So it was true… I did die. And rather than a Heaven or Hell, there was simply… nothing.
For a moment, I fear the strange voice. But then a new realization dawns upon me… if I’m truly dead, than what could it possibly do to me?
I cleared my throat and took a deep breath.
“Whoever you are! I am Bill Hawks, Prime Minister of England. Have you seen a man who goes by the name of Luke, perchance?”
Nothing. I start to feel frustration rise from within me… I’ve came too far to be stopped by a WALL of all things!
“Hello??? Are you listening to me? I know you’re not God, he’s in the sexyman competit- ”
“SILENCE. Your voice annoys me, little man.”
My mouth instantly snaps shut as the booming voice cuts me off.
“I am no god. I merely oversee this plane.”
An awkward silence hangs about as I desperately attempt to piece together the situation. Despite how intimidating this voice was, it wasn’t even a god???
“…whatever. I don’t care. Answer the question… have you seen a man named Luke?”
A new sound pierced the air, causing me to wince in pain. However, I quickly realize what this sound is.
Laughter. This alien entity was laughing at me.
“Bastard! How dare you laugh at me? I’m the Prime Minister of England… and you’re just… some… thing!”
I spat out these words with as much venom as I could muster. Despite the gravity of the situation, I wouldn’t let it take me down without a fight… however one-sided such a fight would be.
“You’ve misunderstood the situation.”
I blinked in surprise.
“You’re not staying here. Your role is… too important.”
I’m honestly relieved at the entity’s response. I’m not sure even I can take on whatever this was, especially taking into account what Evil Bill had done to me.
“What you said so long ago was correct. Your death has left a void in this world.”
“Think back to the sexyman competion. You united everyone, despite your antagonism. Is there anyone left in that competion, or the world, who can fill that role when you’re gone?”
I reflected back to the events of the previous few days. Although Future Luke came close, the entity was right. No one else in the competition was as hated as I… and in a strange way, this hatred had brought everyone together.
“I see you now understand.”
I was once again snapped out of my thoughts by that bizarre voice.
“I am sending you back.”
As soon as it stopped talking, a bright, glowing light enveloped my body. The dread-like feeling began to fade away, replaced by a new, warm sensation.
“W-wait! Before you do it can you please answer my question???”
“Oh. Your friend? He’s alive.”
Before I have time to process its words, the light begins to emit a loud hum. I can no longer see the black void, and am forced to close my eyes from the brightness of the light…
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Tell me at length about Layton and his children
What do you want me to tell?
Hershel is given a 16-18 year old Flora (I lean towards the 17-18 range because she's listed as no longer a child in the japanese but also she's still needing a guardian) through a Baron's will because he managed to not only find her but also the apple birthmark on her neck that only shows when she smiles from happiness
She likes to cook, even though she's bad at it and has an adventurous streak but tragically her new guardian is so petrified of being unable to protect people she gets left behind and coddled a bit. Which probably isnt good for her autophobia, but what would the Layton family be if not people who really need therapy.
It's never stated where Alfendi comes from. Because he has DID he'd've needed severe childhood trauma, even if his most.... i don't know how to say it, but we'll go with present alter was formed later in life. I read a really good fic that he was an orphaned juvinile delinquent in scotland that Hershel adopted and I like that idea. I think regardless of blood relation to Hershel, the youngest Hersh would get custody of him is probably 6.
Al's character is just so neat, he's passionate and a bit of a dick. He just likes solving mysteries and his dialogue with Lucy about benign shit like their opinion on pickles is great, I love him 10/10. I also really like the headcanon that the placid alter Fendi was based off of how he needed/wanted the kindness of his father while he was in the coma. lotta angst there i love it, i wish his game wasnt a mobile exclusive
Last but not least is Katrielle! Much like her father with the Autism Queen behaviour. The fact that she became a detective, exquisite! The fact that she can't go 30 seconds without mentioning some form of dessert? even better, fashion icon. She's so bubbly and is just vibing. She acts as a good foil for father in terms of personality. It's a shame she kinda got abandonned at like age 10, but at least it wasn't on purpose and he did come back! I have a bit less of a feel for Flora or Al in that regard simply because Al would have been 19 and in classic western tradition mostly on his own, and Flora would be around 28-30 and well beyond Full Grown
I dunno what else I can say, I'm a sucker for the doting single dad trope. I do like that in Azran Legacy Lucille does tell Hershel that "You're always worried about your kids even when they're grown" (paraphrasing, of course) and I just love the idea of Hershel adopting Flora and immediately going "Oh so THATS WHAT SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT FUCK NO YOU ARE GETTING SAFETY SCISSORS!!"
Oh! There's the fact that in the games Hersh always seems to be... not uncomfortable with but definitely never expecting like normal physical affection like hugs and shit but is totally fine with holding people's hands (namely Luke's) so like.... Human Chain at the grocery store but you know this man would implode when his 12 year old and 3 year old both wan to sit on his lap at the same time.
I also don't know if it's insensitive or what but Hershel making sure Alfendi is taken care of, in therapy to manage his symptoms, Flora and Kat getting counselling for their abandonment traumas/fears, just he makes sure their mental health is well and good but Luke is now 35 and they are still having the
"Professor you should probably go to therapy"
"Yes I should"
"Call. Now."
"No."
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Ok so we all know Professor Layton has PTSD, so I came up with a little cenario in my head and it was both Angst and Fluff so I thought I should share.
Recently the esteemed Professor Layton has been having bouts of nightmares, each seemingly escalating from the last, he has been used to them for a while, ever since he was a young child. Nightmares of strange monster people taking away his family, his friend being eaten by darkness and his love being lost in smoke and fire...
Recently all of these nightmares have been coming up again, and he has no clue why. The professor would wake up in the wee hours of the morning drenched in a cold sweat and breathing shakily. Maybe all his grief and fears are catching up to him, after years of keeping the feelings deep inside...
He would get up after these nightmares and walk around his house, he would check on Flora, Alfendi, and baby Katrielle, they all would be sleeping peacefully in their beds and he would smile, knowing they were safe and okay.
As time went on the dreams ceased, but after Luke was brought back into his life they came popping up again every so often. On such a night, Flora was off at University, living in a Flat, Alfendi was with a friend, so the only one home was Katrielle. Hershel ended up tossing and turning in his bed for seemingly hours, and after a horrific dream of losing his precious children he yelled "NO!" loudly and jolted, sitting upright in bed, covered in cold sweat as usual. But this time his door was slighly open and the hallway light was on. In the doorframe he saw a small figure, it was Kat.
"Papa? Is everything okay?" she asked in her small voice as she went to his side.
He breathed a bit heavily, "E-Everything is alright my dear, you should go back to bed" He gently patted her head as he layed back down, trying to calm himself.
Katrielle didn't listen and instead climbed into the bed with her father and hugged him, "Did the bad dreams happen?" she asked him.
He sighed and gently hugged her back, "Yes..." he said simply.
"Well want to know what I do to help?" she asked her father.
Hershel smiled, "Alright, what do you do?"
"This to my stuffed animals" she squeezed her father tight in the hug.
Hershel chuckled, "And it helps?" he asked her.
"Yes! Because I know they are there to protect me and I just fall back asleep and dream a happy dream!" she said beaming.
"That sounds very nice my dear" he said to her.
They stayed hugging for a little while, "I can be your stuffed animal if you want papa" Kat said yawning a bit.
"Thank you Kat" he hugged her still and they both drifted off back to sleep.
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Hershel Layton and LayClaire for the meme?
Thank you so much! I’m sorry, this is super long.
Hershel Layton:
How I feel about this character:
I love Layton! I really love how, even though he’s a Sherlock Holmes-style genius and puzzle-solver, he has none of the arrogance that usually shows up in those kinds of characters. He’s gentle and kind, and always tries his best to protect others. He just has this calming effect on everything around him, somehow. I love how he shows mercy and kindness even to people that are rude to him or who have hurt him. He’s a true gentleman and really inspires me to be like him, honestly.
All the people I ship romantically with this character:
I don’t actively ship him with anyone, but I have some fondness for both Layclaire and Layemmy, the latter mostly because of my friends who like the ship!
My non-romantic OTP for this character:
Layton and all of his students/children, but especially Clive, haha… the two of them are very similar in a lot of ways, and I really love the idea of Layton deciding to extend mercy to Clive and helping him become a better person, and along the way, learning that maybe Clive also has some ways to help him as well.
My unpopular opinion about this character:
Um… I don’t think he’s an awful dad. I think he’s pretty good, if a bit distant. He’s always kind and thoughtful, and always concerned for Flora’s safety (and I assume Alfendi and Katrielle too; I still haven’t finished Kat’s game). Layton’s main problem is that he doesn’t plan on being a dad, but when someone is in need of a guardian or caretaker, he just can’t say no and jumps to helping them, perhaps without being emotionally prepared. His first instinct is to help. Like, for Flora, Layton just wanted to solve an inheritance dispute, but finds a girl at the top of the tower who has no parents, likes him, and wants to go to London with him. How could he say, “sorry, I’m not ready to be your dad?” and leave her behind?
Layton just needs to learn when to ask for help himself; he has parents and friends that could be a support system if he asked them. I think that he really tries his best, though, and there’s no way that he would ever be abusive or neglectful. I think he really should listen to Flora, of course; I love Flora to bits and I think the way he leaves her behind is awful. I just think that people need to think about Layton’s past, and how he’s trying his best to fill a position that he may never have been ready to take. It’s a grey area, for sure.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:
I wish Layton got more closure regarding all of the horrible things that happened to him. His long-lost brother vanishes, seemingly dead. His biological dad goes to jail. His best friend returns from the dead, and they never even get a conversation together. Claire dies twice, and while they got a final goodbye, he learned that she was alive and watched her die again all in the space of one day. So many awful things happen to him so quickly, and he never gets the chance to process them.
my OTP:
Layton/therapy
my cross over ship:
Not romantic, but I love his interactions with Phoenix and Maya so much. I want to see them go on another adventure together (this time with Flora! And maybe Trucy or Pearl from AA).
a headcanon fact:
I’ve thought for a long time that Layton has PTSD, but ordinarily manages to hide it quite well. This is why he’s so reticent and doesn’t show his emotions very much, for fear of losing control, and also why he tries so hard to be helpful and understanding to others who share similar traumatic backgrounds to him (for example, why he takes Flora in, why he wants to help Clive, and why he so quickly takes Luke in as an apprentice). It started after Randall’s death, became worse after Claire’s first death, and was re-triggered for a third time after Claire’s second death and Luke’s move overseas. Layton was trying to help Clive after this by visiting him, but seeing the similarities between Clive’s PTSD and and his own, and seeing Flora and Clive’s concern for him, he was finally convinced to go and get help for his own trauma.
Layclaire:
when I started shipping it if I did:
I’ve always shipped them casually because I enjoyed the story of PL3 so much.
my thoughts:
Layclaire is one of those complicated ones for me, where I like it in canon and don’t have a problem with it, but I don’t get butterflies thinking about them like I do for my OTPs. Recently though, I got a little more invested in shipping them after reading an old post about the parallels between Layclaire and Clive’s parents. (Of course it was Clive related… :P) Basically, I don’t ship them hard, but I appreciate how they work together in the story and how they make PL3’s story meaningful.
What makes me happy about them:
I love how Claire was such a wonderful new part of Layton’s life! After playing the prequels, we know how tumultuous his early life was, and after losing Randall and having to leave Stansbury, I imagine that Hershel felt pretty lost. Claire’s bright-eyed idealism and motivation might have inspired Hershel, and likewise, Hershel’s quieter nature might have been grounding to Claire.
What makes me sad about them:
Claire’s dead…
Also, I wish we got to know Claire a little better! Maybe if we got to play as young Hershel in a similar way to playing as teen!him in Miracle Mask? I’d like to get to know Claire in the same way that we got to know teen Randall; it might make her loss more meaningful. (I know Clark and Brenda didn’t exist yet, but it would’ve been fun to see them too during a flashback!)
things done in fanfic that annoys me:
I haven’t read a lot of Layclaire fanfics, honestly, so I’m not sure. I don’t know if this is the case in any, but I’d be a bit annoyed if Claire was the “manic pixie dream girl” to a depressed Layton and cured his depression, or something. At the same time, I do think she would have helped him a lot, so I might not be too picky with this.
things I look for in fanfic:
I love fanfics that build on Claire’s character, or give her more of a backstory! Take Two, which is an AU in which Claire survives the explosion and she and Layton adopt Clive, gives Claire a lot of good backstory; she was an adopted child herself, for example. It also lets her grapple with feelings of guilt over having caused the explosion. People often let Layton feel darker emotions in fanfics, but I don’t often see Claire being allowed to have that range of emotion (although again, I admit that I haven’t read a lot of Layclaire-centric stories, just ones that have Layclaire as a part of a bigger plot). Basically, I’d like to see Claire grow as a character, and see her be allowed to feel darker emotions like Layton is allowed to.
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:
I’m not sure… Maybe Emmy for Layton? And Claire could become bros for life with Dimitri.
My happily ever after for them:
In a canon-like universe, I’m okay with Claire dying, to be honest (although I feel bad saying that) but I wish that she and Layton had a bit more time together. Maybe if they had a week where they could talk through everything they never got the chance to? In a universe where Claire never died, I’d like to see her as a part of Layton’s other adventures, becoming Flora’s mom and being a mentor to Luke.
who is the big spoon/little spoon:
Layton’s the little spoon, I think, but Claire lets him be the big spoon sometimes.
what is their favorite non-sexual activity:
They love to ramble to each other about their projects. They’ll make a pot of tea, and sit down, and talk through what they’re excited about and what they’re having troubles with, and give each other advice. Even though they’re in separate fields of study, they always give each other new ideas. I think that they might have been planning an interdisciplinary project together on Azran technology before the explosion.
#thank you so much! I'm sorry this is so long#long post#64's headcanons#hershel layton#claire foley#layclaire#101flavoursofweird
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Secret injuries would be interesting for some good Flora angst
((Thank you for the suggestion and I’m sorry this is late! I already used the ‘Secret Injuries’ prompt for Rook and Bishop whump... so I decided to add this to my new series about Flora— Put Yourself Back In The Narrative. It still contains Flora whump and angst... Flora secretly misses the professor and Luke, but Kat helps her realise that she’s not alone in that regard! This also contains some criticism of Layton’s decisions during the Relics investigation from Flora’s perspective. I hope that’s ok!
Spoilers for the anime and most of the series below! It starts with Flora writing a couple of letters...))
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Em,
It's a relief to hear that the agency aren't involved... I still can't believe the professor never mentioned them! After everything you and Uncle have told me, I hope we never cross paths with those vultures. Don't worry— I memorised Grosky's phone number and I made sure Fen and Kitty did too.
Though, at the same time, it's disappointing that we've you've exhausted another lead.
Where will you be investigating next? Is there anyone else who might hold a grudge against the professor? All of the people I can think of are in prison... well, except for one, but he wrote to me insisting he isn't the perpetrator. I'd be more inclined to believe him if he spoke to me in person!
Maybe you could come home and help us track him down? Kitty said she misses her favourite aunt!
And we could make up some better codenames while you're here.
You stay safe too!
Flora
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To Our Wise Guardian,
Thank you for searching for our reclusive father and looking after our restless uncle.
I trust Miss Altava with my life. If she believes the agency aren’t to blame, then I believe her. I don't care what she did in the past anymore then I care about Uncle's past. She wants to find the professor just as much as he does.
Please remind Uncle of that, and don't let him burn down any trees. Climate change is a real thing.
If you aren't having any joy with the Azran sites, maybe you should take a break. (It sounds like Uncle needs it!) There’s a park just across the road from us where you could land the Bos airship.
Fen would love to talk to Uncle about this device he's been working on. And Kitty has been begging for some new books...
Until next time,
The Layton Clan
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Dear Brenda & Clark,
We're doing alright here, though we'd be lost without Rosa!
Alfendi has been given some extra time to complete his end-of-year project. At Kat's last parents’ evening, her teachers said she can be quiet in class but other than that, they're pleased with her progress.
Yes, Grandma Lucille is home now— we went to visit her and Grandpa Roland the other day. I just received Kuri is still with her family in Japan.
I feel awful for Marina's family... Please tell them that they're welcome here in England as well. I'm sure that wherever they are, Luke will protect Marina with his life.
...Arianna mentioned Tony's wedding. We'll all have to go dress shopping together. Kat's already decided she wants a yellow dress. (You might have some competition, Brenda!) Can Clark help Al choose a suit? He's a nightmare to shop for!
We can't wait to see you both. If you need help with the move, just give us a call.
Love,
Flora, Al & Kat xoxo
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Dear Arianna,
Don't worry about the late reply! You should see my desk— there are SO many letters I haven't even opened yet! I wish I really wish Luke was here. He’s so much more organised than I am...
I miss him too—
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The ink was smudged from Flora’s tears. She tried to hide it by scribbling out the last line, but there was no saving the letter now. Sniffing, she crumpled the paper into a tight ball and threw it at her bedroom wall. She didn’t bother aiming for the overflowing plastic bin.
What a waste. If Alfendi or Kat had done that, she would have tutted at them. They couldn’t afford to be wasteful, even with the emergency savings their father had left them…
Flora squeezed her black fountain pen (a twenty-first birthday gift from the professor), wishing she could snap it in half.
He had planned for this. He knew he’d be gone for so long and there was a chance he would never return.
Flora hadn’t come to say goodbye to he and Luke the day they set off, but Rosa had.
“What’s the point in searching for the girl’s father, after all these years? Why take the risk? Don’t you love Kat, Professor!?”
Yes, of course he did, but he wanted to solve the mystery behind her family. Solving a puzzle about a bunch of rocks was more important than raising his daughter, apparently. He had adopted Kat and now he was leaving her behind.
Flora huffed out a tearful laugh. She, more than anyone, should have seen it coming. But she had believed (assumed) it would be different with Kat.
The professor had taken Kat in when she was a tiny baby. A baby couldn’t be left home alone or sent to school. Parenting was a full-time job (as Flora was well aware these days).
Luke had laughed when the professor first announced that he would be Kat’s father.
Everyone, Flora included, had expected the majority of responsibility would fall on Rosa. Or, in Rosa’s absence, another eager friend or family member. (Grandma and Grandpa Layton, Uncle Desmond, the Monte d’Or gang…) The babysitting offers came flooding in much faster than when Alfendi was little. A newborn baby was far more appealing than a grief-stricken child.
Flora would have helped look after her siblings even more, had she not been so busy preparing for university.
But, in the professor’s defence, he had refused to take on any new cases and he had reduced his work hours. When he couldn’t escape his office at Gressenheller, he would bring Kat with him.
He had chosen the name ‘Katrielle’. It was an unusual name, but it went well with ‘Alfendi’.
You would think eight-year-old Alfendi would be jealous of all the attention his new sister was receiving. It was quite the opposite. By spending more time with Kat, the professor spent more time with Alfendi; trips to the park, the library, the museum…
Flora would join them whenever she got the chance. Kat was the glue that brought them all together.
The professor had ‘officially’ adopted Katrielle Layton when she turned three. It seemed he had given up on finding her biological father…
And then Luke (Darn him!) had to stick his nose back in to the Relic Stones business.
He had married Marina in secret just so they could move to England without the professor’s knowledge. Consequently, Flora had been kept in the dark too.
That hurt. After all these years, Luke still didn’t trust her.
She could have assisted him with the investigation. She wouldn’t have told the professor…
Luke had shut her out, along with Marina. (Poor Marina…)
Thankfully, Marina had sought out the professor as soon as Luke went missing.
The idiot had gotten himself caught by Don Paolo. (Yes, a similar fate had befallen Flora once… when she was fifteen. Luke was twenty-five, trained in karate and he should have known better!)
After Luke’s rescue, he was dragged back to the Layton household for a family reunion. Flora had given Luke an earful— “YOU DIDN’T INVITE US TO YOUR WEDDING AND THEN YOU ABANDONED YOUR NEW WIFE?!!”—before she hugged him. She had thought that would be the end of the whole Relics fiasco.
She’d thought wrong.
The professor had gotten involved after that. Family outings were pushed aside in favour of the Relics Stones.
At Alfendi’s eighteenth birthday meal, the professor and Luke were trading research notes under the table.
Flora found a house with her girlfriend, Kuri. The professor never once visited them, despite Flora’s many invitations.
The day Luke left for his journey with the professor, Marina had called Flora, crying because she and Luke had fallen out. Flora had gone to comfort her. (That was the last time Flora had any contact with Marina.)
Flora didn’t blame Luke as much as the professor. Luke was a young man fresh out of university— reckless, full of heart and loyal to a fault. He had watched Kat’s birth mother die and now he wanted to scour the world for answers. But, as Arianna had said, the world was so vast…
When Kat was born, Luke had been a student— too young to look after a baby by himself. So, the professor had accepted the role of being Kat’s parent.
The professor couldn’t just adopt a child (three children) and run off ten years later.
Kat wasn’t a puzzle that needed to be solved. She was a little girl.
A girl who never stopped eating sweets, but enjoyed going to the dentist if they would give her a sticker.
A girl who still hoped Santa and the Easter Bunny were real, even if the Tooth Fairy was fiction.
A girl who practiced her dad’s ‘detective’ poses in the mirror.
A girl who didn’t like tea, but still insisted on drinking it.
A girl who could hold a heated debate with her older brother (eight years her senior).
A girl whose family couldn’t afford a dog, so she stopped to pet every stray she met on the street.
A girl who thought people would only befriend her because of her last name. A girl who feared those friends would leave her when they learned of her father’s absence.
A girl who dreamed about her dad every night and woke up in tears.
A girl who was always trying to make her big sister smile…
“Hey, Floor…?” Kat knocked on Flora’s bedroom door, but she didn’t wait for Flora to answer. She burst in to see Flora wiping her eyes. Kat wondered, “What’s for dinner?”
“I, erm… I thought we could have lamb stew,” Flora suggested, standing up from her desk chair.
“Lamb stew? That’s Uncle Luke’s favourite!”
It was actually roast lamb… Flora could feel her eyes burning again. She turned away from Kat and tidied her desk. “I’ll be down in a minute,” she said distractedly.
“I can help you clean up!”
“Don’t worry, Kat—“
“Have you been writing more letters…?”
Flora glanced at Kat. Kat was picking up the ball of paper that had missed the bin— Arianna’s letter. Flora gasped, “Don’t...!”
Kat, ever curious, smoothed out the letter and read it to herself. She frowned when she reached the end.
Flora sighed. “No one was meant to read that…”
Kat carefully placed the letter on Flora’s desk. “I miss him,” Kat mumbled. “And Dad…”
“I know…” Flora touched Kat’s head. “I do, too.” Her words were mainly intended to reassure Kat, but Flora meant it.
She missed them— both of them— so much. No matter how much they had pushed her away, she missed them and she wanted them back.
“That’s okay,” Kat whispered, reaching up to grab Flora’s hand. She tugged Flora out of her bedroom and downstairs to where Alfendi was impatiently setting the table for dinner.
Later, Flora would rewrite her letter to Arianna, signing off with:
…I miss him too. It’s okay if you ever want talk about it. I’ll be here.
Sincerely,
Flora
#professor layton#flora reinhold#Katrielle Layton#hershel layton#luke triton#marina triton#Flora is here to FIGHT FOR MARINA#Rosa grimes#layton mystery journey#LMJ#my writing#angst#my fics#Arianna Barde#answers
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Yo, who wants to hear my Steven universe/ Professor Layton crossover?
Too bad here it is:
Steven Universe: Katrielle Layton.
A half gem/half human and the daughter of Hershel Layton. She wants to solve the mystery of her father's disappearance and his past.
Pearl: Luke Triton.
Led the revolution along with Layton. Misses his mentor very much but cares for Kat deeply.
Garnet: Alfendi Layton.
A fusion of Al and Fendi. Can be very stoic and placid at times, but occasionally gets aggressive and violent. Katrielle's older brother.
Amethyst: Lucy Baker
A fun loving girl who adores food and mysteries. Often gets into mischief with Kat.
Connie: Ernest Greeves
Kat's best friend who has a not so secret crush on her. He learned swordfighting so he could defend her in battle.
Greg Universe: Randall Ascot
The husband of Hershel Layton who gave up his archeology career to raise Kat. Good man.
Lapis Lazuli: Aurora
A mysterious girl who was trapped in ice for millions of years and freed by Kat. A few trust issues but very kind.
Spinel: Flora Reinhold
Kat's long lost sister who was left behind by Layton long ago. She tried to kill Kat but they're friends now. Serious abandonment issues.
Rose Quartz: Hershel Layton
The leader of the rebellion and Kats father. Went missing after she was born and hasn't been seen since.
Pink Diamond: Theodore Bronev
The son of Leon Bronev who faked his death to escape Targent.
Jasper: Emmy Altava
The tough soldier who served Theodore. She greatly respected him and is furious about his death.
White Diamond: Leon Bronev
The leader of Targent. Big bad. Father of Theodore and Descole.
Yellow Diamond: Jean Descole
The older brother of Theodore. Blames himself for his brothers death but covers up his feelings. Is secretly planning to overthrow his father.
Blue Diamond: Rachel Bronev
The mother of Theodore Bronev and was very close to him. Used to be a strong, tough leader but after his death became depressed and broken.
Pink Pearl: Swift
Bronevs second in command who is under his control. Has a permanent scar on his face.
Yellow Pearl: Bishop
Descole's servant who greatly fears and respects his boss. Likes to gossip with Rook.
Blue Pearl: Rook
Rachel's servant who rarely speaks or shows emotion. He likes to draw Bishop during trials.
That's all I've got for now.
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A fic about Uncle Randall interacting with Flora and/or Kat and Alfendi?
Flora peered dreamily out the car window, as she usually did when she could actually convince the Professor to take her places. Three days ago she organized a persuasive presentation proving that she was responsible and capable enough to accompany him on his trip to the city of Monte D’Or. It took informative posters on an easel and ten minutes worth of speaking, but soon enough Flora was packing her bags. Of course, by the Professor’s earnest recommendation, she regretfully pruned her luggage down to one suitcase and one duffel bag. Packing lightly may be befitting of a gentleman, Professor, but not a lady. Am I supposed to wear the same outfit in the morning AND the evening?
She watched the view transition from the metropolis near the airport to rusty desert. Apparently one of the Professor’s secondary school friends built the city, and the rest of their clique lived there as well. He always associated with the most curious people. Flora couldn’t help but imagine what the Professor must have been like as a teenager. Was he already obsessed with being the perfect gentleman, or did he act a tad immature at times like Luke did? Was he in the robotics club like she was now? And what sort of friends did he spend time with? She heard him mention some names over the phone with Emmy, but what were they like? She imagined a bunch of history nerds discussing the Azran over tea. Did they all wear top hats as well? Flora suppressed a giggle at the mental image.
“This is no Laytonmobile, but it has been keeping up just fine,” Layton said. The rental car was a much more modern model than his beloved little Citroen. With its neutral paint job and contemporary luxury features, the Professor almost seemed out of his element driving it. Flora would never say it out loud, but she preferred this car to his usual rickety ride, although she could admit it had its own brand of charm.
“So you’re visiting your old friend to share your findings on the Azran?” Flora asked, hoping to get more out of him than the last two times she asked this question.
“In part. Ever since- well. For the past few years my good friend Randall has had an aversion to the Azran despite his interest in the civilization in our youth. Recently, though, the spark seems to have reignited. I’m bringing over the thesis I published as well as Desmond’s, who turned down the invitation to come here seeing as his relationship with Randall is rocky. (I believe I will force them to reconcile one of these days.) The timing of it all is really quite queer now that neither Desmond nor I want anything to do with Azran research.”
“Wow. It took you two whole years to get your paper published and you aren’t even interested in the topic anymore?” Flora couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be so spontaneous. If she were to write an entire academic thesis, it would be on a topic she would never get tired of learning more about.
The Professor said nothing. He just drove on along the dusty road until Monte D’Or was visible in the distance like an island surrounded by all this empty sand. As they pulled closer Flora marveled at the flamboyant hotels and casinos. Up until recently she felt like a tourist in her own city, but this was the real deal.
Flora sat on a couch in the Reunion Inn lobby while the Professor checked in and arranged for their luggage to be brought up. She could hardly call this an inn. The establishment Beatrice ran was an inn. This place was massive enough to house all the residents of her little village.
“Now that that’s settled, my dear, let’s head down to the Ledore mansion to say hello. I’ll introduce you to my old friends.”
Flora nearly fell over because of the way she was trying to absorb every detail of her surroundings. She heard there was supposed to be an absolutely darling parade on this street at night, and she asked if they planned on watching it.
“Ah, I remember the parade from the last time I visited. They run it once a week, but it feels awfully special when you’re a tourist. Of course we’ll see it,” Layton said.
He rang the doorbell to the mansion, and a woman with blonde hair done up in curls answered, “Hershel!”
“It’s good to see you, Angela. Have you three been well?”
“Yes, of course. And you must be Miss Flora,” she said, extending a hand. Flora shook it. “I’ll call Randall and get Henry to set the kettle for tea. Make yourselves at home.”
The Professor took a seat on the expansive couch, sorting through the folder he brought along, while Flora examined a curio cabinet set into the wall. Randall must collect these pieces of archeological memorabilia, all sorts of carved pots and ancient coins and whatnot. She remembered talking to Luke’s father about how there was more of this stuff out there than one might think, hence how much of the museum’s collection was archived.
“HERSHEL!” a man with slicked back red hair and glasses entered with his arms outstretched. The Professor turned his hug into a handshake.
“I must admit, I missed this Randall,” the Professor said.
“And which one might that be?”
“The one that would rather excavate cities than bury them-“
“Oh bug off, Hersh.” Randall turned to Flora. “You must be the girl from the robot town.”
“Um. Yes I suppose that is me.”
“I’d love to visit one day. How do they work? I hear they’re indistinguishable from humans! Are they modeled after the ancient golems?”
“Leave her be, Randall. So what have you been up to these days? Not farming, I presume.”
“No, not quite,” he laughed. “That’s just the thing. Angela and Henry have the mayoral duties covered, and I don’t think they would want me to intervene anyways. And I’d make an awful stay at home husband.”
“He would,” Angela and Henry said in unison. Henry carried a platter with tea to the coffee table and poured five cups.
“You haven’t done the one thing I asked you to do today,” Henry said.
Randall stared blankly. “And what might that have been?” He smiled like a child caught in a lie.
Angela facepalmed. “Do you even enter the kitchen? The sink is piled up with dishes. I hate to grill you in front of guests, but if you won’t help out around the house in the slightest, you better get a full time job.”
“Yes, about that. I was thinking of curating the Monte D’Or museum. We have an impressive painting gallery, but I think it could do with a more historical exhibit. The city itself is quite new, but the area is rich in Azran history.”
“Well I think that’s a splendid idea,” Layton said. I do hope my research will be of help to you.”
Layton left with Angela and Henry to their office where they showed him the building plans for a new designer brand shopping mall. Randall remained on the couch, essays in hand, until his attention span promptly gave out ten seconds later. He looked to Flora, who was inspecting a still life on the wall.
“You haven’t even touched your tea yet,” He said.
“Ah. I didn’t realize Henry brought some for me too.”
“How’s Hersh been as a dad?”
Flora looked a bit startled. “A dad? Gee, I don’t know if that’s quite right. He’s more like a foster parent, really. I’m not sure how much you heard about his trip to my village, but when he arrived to solve a treasure hunt he wasn’t expecting to bring me home instead.”
“I did hear about the hunt your father arranged. I’m sorry for your loss, by the way.”
“It's been sort of a long time, but thank you.”
Randall’s eyebrows arched since Layton told him the Baron was recently departed. He didn’t pry in fear of touching on a sore subject. “Have you been liking the city life more so than the village?”
“I’m glad the Professor lives on a relatively quiet street, and I do like secondary school more than reading textbooks on my own. Quite frankly, it’s been hard for me to adjust to social situations, but I like working with my classmates more than studying alone.”
“And I gather you’ll be going to college not too far from now. Do you know what you’re going to take in uni? Not to alarm you, I’m sure you get asked that a lot these days.”
“That’s tricky. I was thinking maybe software engineering? Or robotics. Or perhaps criminology as well? I’d like to take some sort of design course if there’s room in my schedule, but at this rate there might not be.”
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon enough. You know, I don’t believe I actually ever finished my compulsory education because I fell into that chasm. No matter, trade skills served me well enough.”
“You what?”
“Look, it’s already gotten dark out. We should leave right about now if you want to catch the parade.”
Flora, Randall, Layton, Angela, and Henry left the mansion and made their way to the crowded sidewalk of the boulevard where many visitors awaited the procession. The sound of brass instruments pealed from the distance, followed by the drumming and jangling of marching band music. Flora clasped her hands and leaned forward, trying to gauge where the start of the parade was.
Squadrons of dancers and acrobats dressed up as suits of cards waltzed around the pavement, doing flips and spinning batons. The crowd cheered as they quickly assembled into a human pyramid and gracefully collapsed like dominoes. The marching band followed, and Flora had to cover her ears when they were right in front of them. Four floats rode by, driven by characters resembling the jacks, queens, and kings of each suit. They waved and popped confetti at the viewers. Finally, the giant clown balloon glided forward, attached to an equally large float. It looked like a tiered cake, with dancers standing on each level moving in perfect unison.
“You know, the performers on the clown float are all animatronics,” Randall yelled over the blaring band.
“For real?” Flora responded. “But they’re moving so naturally! It’s hard to believe they’re not human!”
“You’re one to doubt it, having grown up with robots. The float is actually an optical illusion in a sense. In reality, dancers on the top are a lot larger than the ones on the bottom, and same with the height of the platforms, but because of our perspective they look the same.”
“Really?” Flora shouted. “That’s so cool! Can I get a closer look at them another time?”
“Of course!” Randall yelled back. “I can take you to the garage tomorrow.”
The eardrum-shattering upbeat music faded, and the crowd began to disperse.
“Did the parade meet your expectations, my dear? Layton asked.
“I believe it surpassed them!” Flora responded.
They parted ways with Randall, Angela, and Henry and headed back to the Reunion Inn for the night.
“You told me you and Randall used to be best friends, but you drifted apart.”
“Yes, that is true. Why do you bring that up?”
“Well I think you should mend that friendship. He seems like a swell guy after all.”
Layton smiled. “Is that so? In any case, you are correct. I should make an effort to reconnect with him. Maybe I should challenge him to a sparring match like those from our youth. He was awfully quick, but now that he’s rusty I bet I stand a good chance.”
“Randall fences?”
“Yes. In fact he’s the one who got me interested in the sport myself. He also sparked my interest in archeology.”
“Wow. I didn’t realize the impression he made on you was so big.”
“That’s not all, he also introduced me to the world of puzzles.”
“RANDALL is the one who got you hooked on puzzles?!” Flora exclaimed. She should be trying to make friends like these in secondary school herself. Even if it’s just through impact on one’s character, friends really had the potential to last forever, huh.
@101flavoursofweird
#randall ascot#flora reinhold#hershel layton#angela ledore#henry ledore#professor layton#professor layton fanfiction#CT writes#professor layton fanfic#layton fic#long post#omg this is so much longer than advertised#sorry to everyone who sees this and is too lazy to read it lol#it’s dumb that you cant put a read more on mobile#anyways sorry this took so long#I wrote it in like three sittings wheras the previous fic only took one#sorry for no kat/al ‘cause I wanted to write Flora’s first time meeting these three#this fic is blatant dalston erasure and thus sucks#thank you for requesting!
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Not Forbodium
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom: Layton Brothers: Mystery Room
Relationship: Lucy Baker & Alfendi Layton
Characters: Alfendi Layton, Lucy Baker
Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Night Terrors, Crying, Hurt/Comfort, Fear of Death, Anxiety Attacks, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Wordcount: 100-1.000
Language: English
Summary: "Hey Alfendi it's me, Lucy Baker. I'm not going to hurt you but I need to know if touch is okay. Could you nod for me?"
The inspector shook his head frantically, hands still aggressively pulling at the front of his shirt. It wasn't wet. Lucy was here. Why did he still feel in such danger? Where was he?
Hey guys heres that fic that was called ‘AAAAlfendi’
#Crow Booker Actually Writes#Chats and Talks#Layton Brothers Mystery Room#The second summary for the fic is I had an anxiety attack and wrote this to cope#and then my friend found out and asked if I was okay that was very nice
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@charmingsecretary sent;
🍃 + Alfendi: What would they have to do to get your muse to be more trusting towards them?
Relationship Headcanons
Hahaha. Ha. Wait. You're serious?
I mean, Clive will absolutely never fully trust them, or anyone, but about trusting them a liiiittle more than always avoiding them, uh.
Well, hypothetically speaking, if Alfendi wanted Clive to trust him for some reason, the best thing would be if Al would front, surprisingly.
Granted — Fendi is much more polite, but the lack of emotion/reaction you get from them aside passive-aggressiveness with a grand of sass and eerie would genuinely grind his gears.
While Al is known to threaten and the like, Clive can actually find himself comfortable with that, as long as he doesn't feel cornered by them. & with Al not being passive, it's unlikely for Clive to see the need to be all too on-guard.
He'd also find them to be more honest between the two.
HOWEVER. All this assumes one (1) thing.
And that's them quitting to talk about the mobile fortress incident and everything regarding it entirely.
An impossible requirement.
Al saw the damage he's done with his own eyes. In the meantime, the Clive here in Isola isn't the same as the one that's now in prison, promising to atone — its someone who's still preparing, with no sign of Guilt.
That said, with Al's additional tendency to, well, interrogate criminals, it's highly unlikely for both of them to talk for a longer duration without it getting at least somewhat referenced.
As someone who's always been able to lie and keep his intents hidden, it's far out of his comfort zone to have two people just... know. And know they know they could ... Tell everyone if they wanted to. Clive is pretty much terrified of either of them spilling the tea, so.
I mean, so far he's gotten defensive at literally every single time it was hinted at, which is certainly not what you call "trusting" someone.
He'd fear it less if they wouldn't make references of it, but with how hypocritical Clive is acting, especially when talking to Date who — guess what — works at the same office Alfendi does, there's no way not to comment on it.
Trust has no place where fear is involved though, unfortunately.
Speaking of Flora, since Alfendi IS her older brother, for Clive to trust Alfendi he'd also have to be able to trust Flora. Makes it even more difficult.
... Yeah, this wouldn't work out.
Instead of making matters worse with acting as if everything is just dandy, a more likely way would be to finally get Clive to quit his bullshit for good, instead of avoiding its mention like the plague, but that's a whole bloody book we're not writing today.
That said should he ever go through that positive character development, Clive would try to talk to Alfendi, even if becoming friends is very unlikely.
It's probably more likely for Clive to try to get his trust than the other way around tbh. And that means a lot considering the grudges he instantly holds.
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In a Nutshell, either Clive needs to go through serious character development, or Alfendi would have to entirely ignore the fact that he knows him, and therefore also ignore Flora's discomfort.
Both are unlikely scenarios.
... So. Yeah. Clive trusting Alfendi is ... more than difficult without the involvement of Incidents like Cupid Shuffle, and these don't really count.
Let's not even get started with the other way around, though —
Alfendi trusting Clive anytime soon? Haha. Ha. Ha. No.
#dana is screeching again! [OOC]#it’s friday and the house is burning [memes]#nothing left to say [ask reply]#charmingsecretary#dcilayton#short answer we need Clive to stop being an ass first#one thing at a time yknow
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What have I done? LB;MR Fic
First Part, Previous Part, Next Part
Dislamer: Do not give people offencive nicknames! Especially if it's based on a something that makes their life harder. Again, Alfrendi is not real. Please do not base your view of dissociative disorders off a fanfiction!
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Lying to Hilda hadn’t worked. On top of trying to catch Lucy now and figure out a strategy to confront the Agonni family, her seeing immediately through Al’s timid attempts to be Fendi had just gotten him sent home until he snapped out of it.
There was also the matter of them being shot and being off the pain medication hurt and he wasn’t allowed in the field.
Still, Fendi wasn’t happy, Al could feel his fiery rage pounding in the back of his head. Screw you! Fendi snaps at him, reastless.
Al sighs. They hadn’t gone home. Not being able to bring case files home (and Al returning all the ones that they’d stolen from the mystery room out of fear of being caught) they’d opted to walk around London. For someone who had just been shot, not the best idea but they weren’t exactly known for thinking things through.
They ended up walking to the cafe Lucy sometimes went to whenever she wanted to treat herself to fresh bread and fresh ingredients. A smile ghosts their face as they remember how she devoured sandwiches when they were in the middle of a difficult case. How she’d always insisted on taking breaks and getting him food. Even when they never asked.
A familiar voice rings out across the cafe, “two sandwiches please, and, ooh! Is that fresh?” she grins. Al looks up, full of hope filling his heart. This was their Lucy, who took joys in the little things in life, not caring about what other people thought. Definitely not caring about Fendi’s sarcastic comments on it.
She’d been so nice to the both of them. She hadn't needed to have everything explained to her, she’d taken in stride Fendi’s outbursts and been so patient with Al. He couldn't express how grateful he was for that. For being looked at normally. That’s just normal! You’re too easily pleased.
Maybe Fendi was right. Still.
Lucy waits at the counter, eyes scanning the room. They fall on Alfendi. After a word to the waiter she sits opposite him. Tenser than usual, “so, you’ve found me, what’s your next move.”
“I’m not sure,” Al responds honestly, “I wasn’t looking for you.”
She’s dangerous. Maybe Fendi was too wary, maybe he was right but he didn't believe Lucy would hurt them. She already has. He did know that. He also knew that there were people here. Everyone who had been killed in these puzzle murders were criminals. In some twisted sense that was justice.
They weren’t murderers.
You want to say that again?
They weren’t murders. It felt too nice to think.
“You slow or something?” Lucy was glaring at them.
Al sighs, “no, I was just wondering why you didn’t kill me.”
“I were sending a message,” she leans across the desk, slowly. Her manner clearly intended to make this seem like some kind of threat. Knowing Lucy it seemed silly, Al smiles slightly.
The waiter comes over, placing two sandwiches between them. It really ruined the mood. The way Lucy’s face lit up convinced even Fendi she wouldn't hurt them. It was hard to remember she was even capable of shooting anyone.
“What was it trying to say?” he speaks, so calm.
Lucy frowns slightly at his manner, “It’s saying I mean business.”
“You mean we? I think you mean we. DIane’s working with you.”
This does shock her. Lucy’s eyes widen, “Diane.. Who’s DIanne?”
“I am 100% sure you’re working with Diane Makepeace. I’m 76% certain that she dragged you into this. You clearly didn’t think of this yourself.”
“You think I’m not smart enough? I know your type, you cops, you detectives, you think you’re so much better than me!” she glares, the fact he’d upset her was worrying.
“I know you’re capable, more than capable but you couldn’t kill me. I don’t know if you could have killed them but you couldn’t kill me. I don’t think you’re a murderer.”
“I shot you didn’t I?”
“I’m not dead.”
“Would you like to be?”
“No. Why would I want that? All I want is to do some good in the world.”
“You threaten to mutate your suspects. Cut their tongues out. You may be a good detective but you get it wrong enough to scare people.”
“I’m sorry.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry.”
“What has you acting so placid? You scared I’m going to shoot you again?” Al starts smiling, giving it to Lucy to notice these things. To pick up on them and not say something stupid, “and why are you smiling?! What are you hiding?”
“I’m not hiding anything. I truly do think it’s wrong to threaten suspects with cutting out their tongue.”
Suck up!
“Okay what happened?” Lucy was so taken aback, it was like when they first met and he’d just thrown her into her first case. He couldn’t seem to get rid of the smile.
“You want to know the truth?”
“Why else would I ask?” she snaps back, fingers creeping towards the sandwich.
“I’m not the Alfendi you know, I’m the other person living here. A friend called me placid.”
“You’re Potty.”
“It’s Placid actually.”
Lucy glares, frustrated, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips though, she could smell the mystery. Then a blonde stops at their table Al felt his feelings drain from him as Fendi’s anger suddenly flushed. Diane.
Now would be a good time to arrest her but he was injured and these people could get hurt.
“Is he bothering you?” DIane takes the second sandwich.
AM I BOTHERING HER? WHO KIDNAPPED WHO, LET ME OUT!
Al struggles to stay in control, Lucy says something, shaking her head, eyes lingering on him. It was so hard to concentrate because Diane was going to hurt Lucy. She was going to hurt Lucy. She was going to hurt-
And they were gone, just as Fendi bursts to the surface. They caught a taxi just as he stood up.
I hate you Fendi thinks, so fiercely Al wanted to hide, instead he did nothing, allowing Fendi to leave. Go stomp it off.
I’m sorry. He says after about half an hour, I’m the one who made this deal, I convinced you it’s just… She tried to hurt her before. A long pause. I’m so sorry. Thank you, for not annoying her into shooting us again.
#professor layton#alfendi layton#layton brothers mystery room#lucy baker#diane makepeace#lbmr#fanfic#sorry it's not beta red#and weird#and I love their relationship#What have I done? LBMR
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On the train from London to Leads Lucy isn’t as cheerful as she normally is to be going back to Yorkshire.
What is she going to say to them? Would they even believe her? She hadn’t lied to them in the time she’d been here. She’d told them everything (sort of everything about Lilith... her generally god-fearing catholic parents didn’t need to know that).
She feels a bit sick, quite honestly, can’t even think about getting a sarnie without her stomach turning uncomfortably.
Was this what Alfendi felt like on trains?
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@twiceminded // Continued from here
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“Ugh. I don’t remember any of it.” He shifts to rub his arm, before pushing aside the covers of his hospital bed. His legs are hobbled, to keep him from running – but the action’s meant to show that he physically can’t cause any injury, unless you were stupid enough to get up within arm’s length and hand him a sharp object.
“Might be a bit wobbly in the mental health department but I wouldn’t do any of that shit.” It’s strange to have Al’s personality up and yet not hostile to Hershel, but that’s probably preferable to having him shout and snarl.
“I didn’t… don’t remember a thing. Like so long ago. I was accused of a crime then, too, but this time…?” He presses his hands against his face and moans softly. “Was told I went batshit while being transported and I don’t remember any of that, either. It feels like my head’s just stuffed with cotton. I’m barely even thinking things through before saying them. I think I’ve been mildly sedated so I don’t ‘cause trouble’ because I’m ‘a public menace’ at this point, probably.”
His last sentence sounds utterly defeated.
“...To be fair, to the common folk, you probably do seem a bit frightening, regardless of actual intent to follow through. Most people don’t usually threaten violence unless they intend to do such things.” So on the one hand, he could indeed understand the decision to medicate Alfendi. Especially if he had issues with medical facilities.
Anger issues combined with a distaste for hospitals would not a calm and quiet patient, make.
Briefly, he glances at the door, and takes a few steps towards Al. Not to do anything, no - mostly just trying not to draw attention. He’s vulnerable here, taking a massive risk.
Plus, now he can tell that Al is in no place to move. Not very far, that is.
“Anger issues makes one lash out much faster than normal, but not attack outright... Fear perhaps...?” Hershel muttered to himself, before continuing in a louder tone; “Some manner of assault, maybe? Sounds to me like somebody attempted to do something to you that you really didn’t like, given that me intentionally pestering you didn’t get anything but a few furious threats.” A chuckle, before he resumed his curiously serious tone of voice.
“You have some manner of dissociative identity disorder, and clearly anger issues - but nothing that would make you inherently more likely to assault a man at random, if I can give you a good hard jab and get nothing for it.”
Hershel sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he tries to ignore Little in his head whispering about the opportunity he has here - could take him right now. Seed him, control him, leave before anyone knows, a hand in the Yard and an enemy out of the way.
No. It wouldn’t be sporting, and he’s never done it on a man with two minds anyway. Too risky. Might only affect whichever was fronting at the time, and if so, would easily be fixed by giving control to the other.
“If they charge you with all of this and can’t tell they’re missing such a bloody obvious piece to this puzzle, then I have no hope for anyone in the Yard other than yourself. ‘Oh he’s just that way’, there’s always a bloody catalyst, nothing happens for no reason. You strike me as the sort to just scream at somebody that’s pissed you off, not stab them.”
#twiceminded#made it into a new post if that's okay#I always forget some people don't like it#when threads aren't trimmed down#also sorry my reply's like a mile long
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(Awhile back I wrote a cognitive assessment for Alfend, but today I’ve decided to expand on it! So here goes!)
(Long-ass fuckin post under the cut, lots of negative psychological stuff, and child abuse mentions.)
Amnesia - Certain memories have been surpressed by conditioning. Only Fendi suffers this, and his memories of his stay in the hospital are especially shaky because of it.
Anxiety - A given, considering what he’s been through. Many things make Alfendi nervous, due to events that have happened in their life. Al typically responds with agitation, while Fendi simply compartmentalizes the feeling and sets it aside.
C-PTSD - One would expect PTSD only due to a singular event, but Alfendi’s very early life involved emotional and verbal abuse. Due to these repeated reactions towards his behaviour, Alfendi now has a myriad of problems that persist later on in life. Al inherited the majority of those behavioural issues. Some of these will be expanded on further down the post.
Cynicism - Not exactly something either of them can help, but it’s hard to keep faith in humanity and in people when you constantly see the worst of them... and when the system fails you, where else do you turn?
Defensiveness - Absolutely. Press either of them on something they’re sensitive about, and they get defensive. Al angrily goes on the attack or stands his ground, but even Fendi can lose his temper and go off if he’s cornered, if he doesn’t just lapse into silence first.
Denial - Yep! Deny, deny, deny. They’re getting a little better about it, but there’s been no real significant progress in making either half admit truth in the face of pressure.
Depersonalization - Comes with the dissociation! And with the personality death. If this body belonged to someone before you, is it really yours? How real are you if you’re just a construct, or a fragment? Too many of these questions, and they start to lose touch with the physical world and perceive things as happening to just the ‘body’, not ‘them’.
Depression - Yeah, there’s not much to elaborate on with this. The depression is real.
Displacement - Is it really a surprise that Al has this? He can’t be aggressive towards the general public, his family, his friends, or his co-workers, so the next best thing are troublemakers who do something to deserve his ire. Who’s going to care if he dumps all of that simmering rage onto someone he’s sure is a murderer? (Well...)
Dissociation - Yes. I mean, it’s very much one of the most obvious things about them. The two of them dissociate semi-regularly, detaching from their surroundings to calm down -- and also ‘switch’ to suit the situation, as people with dissociative identity disorder often do. The blueprints for this were laid by Alfendi’s terrible childhood, before Hershel took him in.
Dysphoria - Is it really his body? Fendi isn’t sure. Al’s more certain, yet at times Fendi feels like he doesn’t belong in it. But he’s there to stay, and he has to look after this body and the alter in it anyway. At times, however, he just doesn’t feel right...
Emotional detachment - Not exactly a bad thing. Fendi makes use of his while in the workplace, where keeping a cool head is pretty important when you’re trying to get the truth out of someone. However, he takes it out of work and... stifles his emotions because he’s been led to believe that too much is too dangerous. And given the horrible feelings he has after losing his temper, maybe he can’t help it.
Flashbacks - Al has these, since Al carries the majority of childhood memories. While Fendi may freeze up when yelled at, Al will freeze up and recall being back in his first house. These flashbacks often throw him into a defensive mode due to their distressing nature and ability to evoke powerful emotions. Don’t scream at them, they hate it.
Flat affect - 100% Fendi. Another word for this is called ‘emotional blunting’ and if that isn’t Fendi I dunno what is. Typically this turns into straight-up apathy, but sometimes the flat affect is done to hide whatever emotion has just struck him.
Guilt - Fendi locked a sentient part of himself away for four years. When he realized the true reason why he had done this, he was struck with guilt that has never really gone away. But he hates guilt, so he refuses to even acknowledge it.
Hallucinations - Part of that psychosis! Fendi hallucinates voices and occasional movement out of the corners of his vision. The voices are almost always persecutory in nature, and the phrases they pick might come from the things he represses. The words don’t always make sense, however.
Hypervigilance - To a point where it can become exhaustion for them. Not always a problem but when it is, it’s usually because one of their traumas have been triggered or a phobia has been recognized. When combined with paranoia (hypervigilance isn’t the same thing), they become an absolute wreck.
Intellectualization - Done all the time by Fendi. ‘Thinking to avoid feeling’ is one of the cornerstones of his personality. Engaging emotion logically helps take the edge off of it, and makes it easier to fold up and put away.
Isolation - They’re getting better at this, but paranoia threatens to sabotage their hard work. Isolation is safer, isn’t it? But God is it lonely, and they’re sick of being lonely. As Alfendi makes more friends, he’s relying on this less and less.
Panic attacks - Perhaps ‘inevitable’ isn’t the right word; maybe ‘expected’ is. They can work themselves up into a fear-induced frenzy that then results in a panic attack. Unfortunately, agoraphobia (one of Alfendi’s most pronounced phobias) contributes heavily to panic attacks, so this man just cannot catch a break... Thankfully, they’re quite verbal about panicking and know how to deal with it at this point.
Passive-aggression - Fendi’s societal weapon of choice. Al is typically aggressive and only that, but Fendi much prefers to simply ‘accept’ before quietly undermining the person who has raised his ire. Some of his snark is quite passive-aggressive and indirect.
Paranoia - This is the big one. This paranoia is the source of so many of his problems. It has thoroughly invaded his life and so profoundly affected his behaviour that if somehow his paranoia were to be cured, he would undergo quite a personality change. (It, however, cannot be ‘cured’.) Though Alfendi is right to be on edge due to his job, mild celebrity status, prior incidents, and those who oppose him, he takes things a bit too far.
He HAS to be safe, HAS to be as unreachable as possible, and his tragic dream is that one day nobody will be able to hurt him ever again. What has happened to Alfendi has thoroughly broken his ability to trust, and no matter how much work is put into helping him take down his paranoid tendencies, it only takes one betrayal (perceived or otherwise) to make him shut down...
Phobias - Yes! The most pronounced one is agoraphobia. Though most people assume it’s a fear of open spaces, that’s just a literal translation. Fendi fears that if he’s put in danger again, he won’t be able to escape -- thus, being inside will keep him safer. Obviously both of them are terribly phobic of anything that can extensively alter the mind, and despise the thought of losing control. The mere suggestion of having someone else in command of them is enough to terrify them both. There’s more! See if you can find them all!
Projection - Occasionally an issue for Al, he’ll misplace his aggression or own vaguely murderous tendencies in someone else. Not like the murderers can exactly argue...
Psychosis - Actually, they both have this! Psychosis comes along with paranoia for the ride. Being able to tell real threats from threats spun out of imagination is not a skill they have anymore -- hence, the paranoid tendencies.
PTSD - Getting shot in the fucking chest and almost dying is pretty goddamn traumatizing. So is being manipulated and taken adantage of to be used as a scapegoat, but it’s a tossup if that can be classified as a PTSD event or C-PTSD event.
Rationalization - You ever see all of those excuses Fendi makes for keeping Al down? That’s literally this. He’s rationalizing it.
Repression - Gestures at Fendi again. This is different from suppression in that feelings are being pushed into the unconscious to never be dealt with!
Self-harm - Oops! This is never done to a life-threatening extent, but Alfendi tends to scratch at his arms when he’s losing his grip on his own thought processes or is overwhelmed. Sometimes he draws blood, sometimes he just gets his skin under his fingernails and that’s all...
Somatization - The amount of stress Alfendi has occasionally manifests into pain with no definitive origin.
Splitting - While Fendi can see shades of gray in people, occasionally Al will split on someone, seeing them as all good or all bad. This is not especially healthy and has led to several friendship collapses in the past. The splitting mechanism was inherited from the original Alfendi.
Sublimation - While Al does project his aggressive emotions onto people from time to time, he’ll also transform his urges and dedicate his aggression to other things, such as his knife-throwing hobby and cooking.
Suicidal ideation - Fendi once had this problem. It was fixed. Now he does not want to go away, ever.
Suppression - Sometimes it’s better to just stop thinking about certain things, you know? This can be perfectly healthy, just... there’s a point where you have to stop! While Al does have a better idea of where to stop suppressing, Fendi has decided the line is way the fuck elsewhere and suppresses much more often.
Thousand-yard stare - Ever seen Al in the middle of a flashback episode? He isn’t looking at you. He isn’t looking at anything. All he can see is what he went through, and he’s not here right now. Alternatively, when either of them are having a period of extreme dissociation, you’ll see it -- that dead gaze, that soulless expression...
Triggers - Plenty of them! Screaming is one of them. Don’t scream. Thunder and gunshots, too, put them off significantly and throw them into the beginnings of a shutdown or the start of a panic. There are others...
Trust issues - OH I WONDER WHY
Violence - Al is occasionally consumed with the thought of it, and itches for the times he can commit it in the name of self-defense which is kind of terrifying! He thrives off the threats he can make and the reputation it gives him. Is it any wonder Fendi worries about the choices he might make?
Whiplash temper - Alfendi was on the receiving end of this as a child, and unfortunately there is a legacy of abuse. He used to be doing better about his temper, until his personality shattered and Al not only reverted but became slightly worse than his predecessor in that regard.
#[ headcanon ] something emergent.#(holy fuck this is huge)#(i don't know how long i spent time on this but it sure did take awhile!)#(i do feel like i've done a pretty good job on touching on most of these and explaining how or why they affect alfendi)#(if you have further questions go ahead and ask!)#(unless you're going to ask if i have any of these cognitive issues. that is absolutely none of your business.)#child abuse mention#self harm mention#suicide mention
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LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.
name: Alfendi Layton.
eye color: Olive. Some people claim it’s yellow.
hair style/color: Messy burgundy, long enough to tie in a loose ponytail. It gets in his eyes.
height: 6′7′′. He gets complaints for being ‘too tall’.
clothing style: Prefers semi-formal clothes while on the job. Unfortunately, Fendi’s influence says otherwise. Likes darker colors, dislikes anything baggy. Really can’t deal with anything restrictive, either.
best physical feature: Proudest of his awful grin!
LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
your fears: Hospitals. Restraints or being completely helpless. Being manipulated.
your guilty pleasure: Intimidating people.
your biggest pet peeve: Criminals that break down too easily. He wants a challenge.
your ambitions for the future: Figure out how to get home.
LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
your first thought waking up: “Still here... better get some coffee on.”
what you think about most: Learning how to navigate this place without Fendi panicking.
what you think about before bed: “Another day wasted...”
you think your best quality is: His determination.
LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?
single or group dates: Neither, he’s pretty much done with the dating scene as far as he’s concerned.
to be loved or respected: Split between. He’d probably overthink the question, honestly.
beauty or brains: Brains, absolutely. He wants a partner who can keep up a little.
LAYER FIVE: DO YOU…
lie: Occasionally. If he has to.
believe in yourself: He’s the half that does!
believe in love: Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s a force for good.
want someone: He wants home more than anything.
LAYER SIX: EVER BEEN…
on stage: Nope.
done drugs: He’s a cop. Any drugs taken were involuntary and probably used to make his other half more suggestible. :(
changed who you were to fit in: Not of his own will.
LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES
favorite color: Bright, striking red. Or red-purple.
favorite animal: Snakes.
favorite movie: He adores film noir, so anything in that genre.
favorite game: Clue. (He’s predictable.)
LAYER EIGHT: AGE
day your birthday will be: December 7th. Hey, we already passed it! He didn’t celebrate though.
how old will you be: 31 next year!
does age matter: That’s a tricky question that needs more context.
LAYER NINE: IN A PERSON
best personality: Someone competent and sharp-witted.
best eye color: Doesn’t care for that.
best hair color: Won’t admit it, but he does like blondes...
LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE
I love: “getting to actually front.”
I feel: “irritated.”
I hide: “the full extent of my mental and emotional trauma. Like a sensible person.”
I miss: “my family, especially my sisters.”
I wish: “this would be over already.”
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