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Professor Layton and the Secretive Suitor (Don Paolo/Layton)
Title: Professor Layton and the Secretive Suitor
Fandom: Professor Layton
Length: 579 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: I'd like some Don/Layton fic of course. Nothing cutesy or fluffy or pronzy or whatever, but funny. I want Don to suffer. BECAUSE HE HAS SUCH A SCHOOL-GIRL OBSESSION WITH LAYTON YOU KNOW.
Pairing: Don Paolo/Layton (onesided)
Other: My poor attempts at humor?
Excerpt: "How nice of the professor to give me this old thing," she said at some point, and then got up and fled into the house, because Don Paolo's bellow of despair sounded like a bull that had escaped its pen. Bulls were only good for fence puzzles, not for meeting.
Don Paolo decided that he was in love with Layton not long after he quit fuming over the loss of the Golden Apple. He'd heard it wasn't that amazing, anyway. Layton, however-- Layton was a treasure.
The first time Don Paolo sent a present to Layton, he took his time. He picked it out carefully-- a new tea set, because he knew how much the professor adored his tea, he knew everything about Layton. And he had it wrapped beautifully by the overpaid ladies at the department store. And then he paid for hand delivery.
Unfortunately, due to a tragic series of events having to do with, oddly, some sort of robotic dog, an annoying blue-hatted boy, and some girl's terrible cooking, the tea set was smashed all over Layton's steps, never to be appreciated as Don Paolo had hoped.
The second tea set, even more carefully wrapped than the first, arrived without incident. The professor picked up the box but thankfully did not shake it before taking it inside.
And the next week, the girl was on his lawn, having a tea party with Layton's new tea set. He watched from the bushes in despair as she poured air into the little cups and giggled at herself.
"How nice of the professor to give me this old thing," she said at some point, and then got up and fled into the house, because Don Paolo's bellow of despair sounded like a bull that had escaped its pen. Bulls were only good for fence puzzles, not for meeting.
So. No more presents.
*
He tried flowers, but then the three of them, Layton and the boy and the girl, went out together with blooms tucked in their buttonholes, when that bouquet had been carefully chosen for Layton alone (the card had been in code, a code he'd devised cleverly to get Layton's interest).
"Who sent you these flowers, Professah?" the boy asked eagerly as they strode past the bush that Paolo was hiding behind.
"I've no idea, Luke," the professor answered with a laugh. "They didn't include a card, I'm afraid. But what a nice gesture."
The "nice gesture" kept Paolo warm at night for a week. But he still went back and threatened the flower delivery boy.
So. No more flowers.
*
The boy ran straight through the cake that Paolo had placed himself on Layton's doorstep.
The professor changed his phone number after receiving one-too-many hang-up calls.
Paolo took to lingering around the Layton house, hoping to casually catch the man when he was headed to work.
That is, until he was arrested for loitering and had to go back to hiding in the bushes.
*
One fine day in May, Don Paolo strode out of the bushes (his perfect entrance marred by the fact that he got caught in a bramble and swore loudly until he could escape) and grabbed Layton by the arm.
"Professor Layton!" he declared.
"Yes, can I help you?" the man asked politely.
"I--"
Don Paolo found himself flushing as Layton's gaze focused on him. Layton had small eyes, which meant his expressions were rather concentrated, and at the moment, he was concentrated on Paolo.
"I-- I--" he stammered.
"I'm afraid you've the best of me here," the professor said after a long moment. He offered his hand genially. "Hershel Layton. And you are--?"
Don Paolo turned and fled down the sidewalk, biting his lip angrily. All that, all that, and Layton had no idea who he was.
He'd regret that.
Fandom: Professor Layton
Length: 579 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: I'd like some Don/Layton fic of course. Nothing cutesy or fluffy or pronzy or whatever, but funny. I want Don to suffer. BECAUSE HE HAS SUCH A SCHOOL-GIRL OBSESSION WITH LAYTON YOU KNOW.
Pairing: Don Paolo/Layton (onesided)
Other: My poor attempts at humor?
Excerpt: "How nice of the professor to give me this old thing," she said at some point, and then got up and fled into the house, because Don Paolo's bellow of despair sounded like a bull that had escaped its pen. Bulls were only good for fence puzzles, not for meeting.
Don Paolo decided that he was in love with Layton not long after he quit fuming over the loss of the Golden Apple. He'd heard it wasn't that amazing, anyway. Layton, however-- Layton was a treasure.
The first time Don Paolo sent a present to Layton, he took his time. He picked it out carefully-- a new tea set, because he knew how much the professor adored his tea, he knew everything about Layton. And he had it wrapped beautifully by the overpaid ladies at the department store. And then he paid for hand delivery.
Unfortunately, due to a tragic series of events having to do with, oddly, some sort of robotic dog, an annoying blue-hatted boy, and some girl's terrible cooking, the tea set was smashed all over Layton's steps, never to be appreciated as Don Paolo had hoped.
The second tea set, even more carefully wrapped than the first, arrived without incident. The professor picked up the box but thankfully did not shake it before taking it inside.
And the next week, the girl was on his lawn, having a tea party with Layton's new tea set. He watched from the bushes in despair as she poured air into the little cups and giggled at herself.
"How nice of the professor to give me this old thing," she said at some point, and then got up and fled into the house, because Don Paolo's bellow of despair sounded like a bull that had escaped its pen. Bulls were only good for fence puzzles, not for meeting.
So. No more presents.
*
He tried flowers, but then the three of them, Layton and the boy and the girl, went out together with blooms tucked in their buttonholes, when that bouquet had been carefully chosen for Layton alone (the card had been in code, a code he'd devised cleverly to get Layton's interest).
"Who sent you these flowers, Professah?" the boy asked eagerly as they strode past the bush that Paolo was hiding behind.
"I've no idea, Luke," the professor answered with a laugh. "They didn't include a card, I'm afraid. But what a nice gesture."
The "nice gesture" kept Paolo warm at night for a week. But he still went back and threatened the flower delivery boy.
So. No more flowers.
*
The boy ran straight through the cake that Paolo had placed himself on Layton's doorstep.
The professor changed his phone number after receiving one-too-many hang-up calls.
Paolo took to lingering around the Layton house, hoping to casually catch the man when he was headed to work.
That is, until he was arrested for loitering and had to go back to hiding in the bushes.
*
One fine day in May, Don Paolo strode out of the bushes (his perfect entrance marred by the fact that he got caught in a bramble and swore loudly until he could escape) and grabbed Layton by the arm.
"Professor Layton!" he declared.
"Yes, can I help you?" the man asked politely.
"I--"
Don Paolo found himself flushing as Layton's gaze focused on him. Layton had small eyes, which meant his expressions were rather concentrated, and at the moment, he was concentrated on Paolo.
"I-- I--" he stammered.
"I'm afraid you've the best of me here," the professor said after a long moment. He offered his hand genially. "Hershel Layton. And you are--?"
Don Paolo turned and fled down the sidewalk, biting his lip angrily. All that, all that, and Layton had no idea who he was.
He'd regret that.