more Layton/Luke

I am in a drabble-ey mood. DEAL.

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It is the third wedding in the last fortnight and, by the time that the two of them unbutton their shirts and unlace their ties and stumble into bed, the topic comes up again.
Wouldn’t it be lovely, Luke says softly, wistfully, into Hershel’s ear, to have a reception? To have a ceremony, to choose what flowers to display and what food to serve, to bring their friends together to celebrate what they had hidden so diligently for the past six years? To be proud, to love in the sunlight without looking over both shoulders first?
Luke falls asleep and misses the quiet “yes”.

Layton/Luke drabble that I wrote ages ago.

Yeeeup. I do this sometimes.

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He waits for it much in the fashion that a condemned man awaits his sentence- and everything seems to spark that trickle of dread that trails from his throat to his heart. It is a matter of time until Luke Triton returns and is very out of love with him and the war effort and his childhood and becomes eager to cart a beautiful young lady away to begin a family. Luke’s enamoured state will fade away soon enough, as all childhood fancies do- and he would grow up.

In the meantime, Hershel devotes himself to the war effort, the rationing, the Doing His Part, and Luke’s fretting is waved off with a clinical politeness. Why should he worry about a relic of his childhood when the country was throwing its youth into No Man’s Land? Hershel would always be there for him to return to, to take tea with, to solve a puzzle or dilemma for him - and then he would be off again. He could not and would not expect Luke to live his life in the suspended reality that he inhabited.

dreamyilia:

venicepearl:

Professor Layton Cake by ~KralleCakes

I’M 21 ;A;

Sparkles can you make me layton cake for 22?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WANT WANT WANT

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