Unladylike IntentionsRegardless of what other members of staff might have said about his lengthy absences from work as he travelled to solve his various cases, Layton was a good teacher. He wanted, as any teacher should, what was best for his students. It was important that they left his class with both good grades and the ability to handle the sort of situations they'd come across in the real field of archaeology.Unladylike Intentions by SamCyberCat
Having said that he didn't tend to teach private lessons much if he could avoid them. But some students just need that extra push. Rosetta being one such student.
Layton frowned as he looked down at her latest test results. Honestly, he really didn't know what was going on with the girl. At the beginning of the year she'd shown promise, but as time went on her grades slipped from bad to worse. Particularly after she'd found out that he would provide private lessons to those who really needed them.
Was it his teaching that was causing her to perform so badly? If that was the case then he wanted t
Just a friend Onesided ReaderXLayton cont.Over the weeks, Hershel would ask you everything to help him win Emmy. Every time your smile would falter, and your heart break a little bit more. Even though you tried to give up on him, to forget him, he would always reappear as the only one for you. Then one day as you were eating breakfast together, Hershel put down his tea and asked you something a bit strange.Just a friend Onesided ReaderXLayton cont. by EmmyAltava1
"[Name], an old friend of mine is celebrating his birthday in a few weeks. They said the more I bring the merrier it will be, so I was wondering if you would like to go with Emmy, Luke, and I?" he paused for a second and then started up again.
"You seemed like you needed a break," He was right, between trying to sort out the forms for your next excavation and trying to forget him, you had become very stressed out recently. But it also might help you meet new people, and forget him. Maybe.
"Sure," you replied putting on another fake smile, "I would love to."
Claire de Lune It was a full moon tonight. The college campus was an entirely different world when not so bustling with students and staff. The long grass was rippling green waves to the rhythmic pulsing of the wind in the outdoor portion of the campus, while the darkened hallways loomed on for much longer than they would be by daylight. There was still some light existing here, however, and it was in the music building of the school. There was someone still there, someone still playing a single instrument.Claire de Lune by NajikaSun
And there he sat. The grand piano stood alone on the stage that was so obviously meant for more, its only company being the lone man and his sheet music. There were no stage-lights shining down upon him or the piano, there was only a single red rose on the piano's closed lid. The vivid red petals, as wel