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You might know us as bignini9 and bigkatie8... You also might know us as Mod Nini and Mod Keke from tophatcanons... After a year of planning, world building, and writing, we are proud to present our universe for you all to enjoy.

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If any of my followers are still active I just transferred almost all of my 2014/2015 fics to Archive of our own!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Some tophatwriters stuff is slowly being moved over as well!

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Bronev Bros. vs. Zombies

Epilogue

Post UF. It’s been a year since Professor Layton’s last case and he’s all but ended his career as a police consultant and mystery solver. The universe has different plans for him, however. A minor investigation regarding a mysterious letter he receives and running into an unexpected visitor soon turn his world upside down. One thing is for certain - the Professor’s life will never be the same again.

Warnings: Violence (no gore), suspense, and mentions of character death.

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Epilogue |

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/44981287/chapters/113182783

This entire fic has been reposted on Ao3!

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Bank Robbery

Post Stress Fracture. An ordinary day for Luke and Alfendi.

Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

Luke Triton (25) - Professor Layton’s former apprentice and Alfendi Layton’s best friend, Luke is a graduate student at Gressenheller University, studying to become a veterinarian. After their initial… rough beginning, Luke and Alfendi are now thick as thieves, nearly inseparable. They often stumble into trouble, though not of their choosing. Quick witted and clever, Luke is an aspiring gentleman, just like Professor Layton before him. Luke's special ability is that he can talk to and understand animals, but he tries not to publicize that fact.

Alfendi Layton (17) - The adopted son of Hershel Layton, this brash young man is the last person you would expect to find hanging out with a bunch of true British gentleman, but that seems to be where he has ended up in life. While he was a paranoid and skittish child in his youth due to many a traumatizing experience as a homeless young man, Alfendi has since mellowed out and is somewhat of a hipster.

Inspector Chelmey (old man idk) - The most renowned inspector at Scotland Yard, Chelmey is a gruff, no nonsense type man. At this point, Alfendi has been his apprentice for nearly eight years and he is extremely protective of the young man.

Hershel Layton (47) - Famous professor of archaeology and puzzle solver extraordinaire. This gentleman is Alfendi Layton’s adoptive father and mentor to Luke Triton. He cares for both boys deeply and couldn’t be happier that they have bonded on such a deep personal level.

Flora Reinhold (27) - Alfendi’s adoptive sister, who cares about both him and Luke very deeply. `

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“Hey Al, do you mind if we stop at the bank really fast?”

Alfendi scoffed at the suggestion. ‘Can we go to the bank’ was such an… adult suggestion, and Luke Triton was certainly not an adult. Not yet. They still had plenty of time.

“What do you need at a bank?” He asked, horrified at the very thought of walking into one of those posh, fancy, downright grandiose places.

“I need to get some cash out, for this weekend, nothing fancy.” Luke explained, sticking his hands into his pockets.

Huh. Well that wasn’t cryptic at all. He would have to remember to press for details later.

“Gross. Stop trying to sound like an adult, it doesn’t work on you.” Alfendi crossed his arms before continuing. “You sound like a bad impression of my dad.” Had to say bad, otherwise Luke would get that weird happy look on his face again whenever he compared the two of them. Luke smirked at him, almost sadly.

“Al, you’ll see in a few years that being an adult just kinda catches up with you.” He explained with a shrug. Luke opened the door to enter the bank.

“Yeah whatever.” Alfendi shrugged off the idea, not wanting to think about it. He was only seventeen, after all. He didn’t have to think about adulthood for a loooong time. “I’m probably just gonna wait outside or somethin.” Despite his words, Alfendi followed Luke through the door. He opened his mouth to make another snarky comment and bumped right into Luke, who had stopped walking abruptly.

“Al. Turn around.” Luke whispered urgently. “Turn around. Go quick.”

“Wha--” his words were cut off by the loud bang! of a gunshot ringing through the air.

“GO!” Luke insisted, shoving Alfendi out the door as he spoke. Luke started towing him down the street hurriedly. Alfendi felt his shoes come off, leaving his feet bare as they slapped against the concrete. Good. He preferred running bare-foot anyway. As the initial shock wore away, Alfendi found his irritation grow. This was happening. Again.

Why every bloody time?

“Why. why the BLOODY HELL DID YOU HAVE TO GO TO THE BANK TODAY. WHY.” He growled at his companion.

“Down here!” Luke said breathlessly, avoiding the comment, which Alfendi decided was very rude of him. Honestly, the bloke called himself a British Gentleman…

“Seriously, can you even spit without finding disaster?” Alfendi pressed. Somewhere deep down, he recognized that he wasn’t actually mad at his friend but at his circumstance. But Luke was tough, and could take his harsh words, knowing that Alfendi needed to get them out.

“Alfendi! Shhhh!!!” Luke cut him off, pulling him behind a stack of boxes deep in the alley. Part of Alfendi analyzed the alley way and made the conclusion that there was a 76% chance that they were behind some sort of business, due to the amount of crates most likely filled with imported goods. This wasn’t enough to distract him from the fact that Luke Triton of all people had just ‘shhhed’ him.

“Don’t you ‘shhhh’ me!” He retorted, offended. He did, however, drop his tone to a whisper. Not because he was panicked, obviously. He just… didn’t want to worry Triton.

“Did they follow us?” Luke asked, finally seeming to catch his breath.

“Oh I don’t know, why don’t I just peek out to see if the fully armed bank robbers followed us?” Alfendi rejoined sarcastically. “Great idea! I don’t need my head anyways.”

Luke rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to argue, finally seeming to rise to the bait, but the sound of footsteps walking down the alley cut him off. Luke’s eyes widened and mouthed to Alfendi.

‘Two or three?’

Uncertain, Alfendi listened carefully in an attempt to identify the number of pursuers.

‘Two?’ he mouthed back, trying to fight back his rising anxiety. This was serious. Seeing Luke so... unwilling to participate in their usual banter, so serious about the threat at hand…

No. he reassured himself. This happens all the time. We can escape. We’ll be fine.

At the same time, both young men held their breath in anticipation of the coming flight.

“There they are!!” A gruff voice shouted, followed by the sound of running footsteps.

“Shiiiiit!!!!”

Self preservation instincts kicking in, Alfendi grabbed a hold of Luke’s arm and ran as fast as he could down the narrow alley, trying to put some distance between them and their pursuers.

They could go right or left. There was no information he could go off of, nothing other than a clear cut, 50% chance of escape either way. Alfendi made the decision quickly, pulling Luke down the alley to the left.

His heart stopped.

“Alright. Dead end.” Luke assessed, turning to face Alfendi. “Al. We’re going to have to fight them.”  

Well, at least he was wrong about his heart stopping, for it lept out of his chest at Luke’s words. “What?!” he demanded, hoping he had heard wrong.

They hadn’t had to actually fight ever since that time when they had first met. Alfendi swallowed hard.

“We’ve done it before. Don’t worry okay?” Luke looked at him with a nervous, but cocky smile. “I have your back.”

Alfendi felt physically ill, his stomach turning and his heart was pounding as if trying to tear itself straight out of his chest.

“Y-yeah. It’ll be fine. We got this.” he replied, trying to convince himself as much as his companion. Luke removed his bag from his shoulder and held his arm back, aimed at the entrance to the alley.

There was a moment of quiet, a calm before the proverbial storm. Then, with a loud cry, Luke hurled his messenger bag full of college textbooks knocking one of their two pursuers flat on his back. The other one --

Oh. Well. The other one was charging right for Alfendi.

Time seemed to slow for a minute as Alfendi felt his old street instincts kicking in again. He could fight. He could. He would.

The blow landed perfectly across his brow, his attacker’s ring cutting through the delicate skin there. Alfendi stumbled back, momentarily shocked.He had… taken a hit? In a fight? He braced himself for another blow when Luke suddenly appeared behind the bigger man, pulling him back.

“Al! Go! Get help!” Luke ordered, trying to maintain his grip around the thug.

But Alfendi was not one for following orders, especially when his friends were in danger. So instead of running for help, he lunged forward to attack the man Luke was holding on to.

He was so distracted that he didn’t see the other man, having recovered from being hit with Luke’s bag, come from the side, knocking him over.

Focusing on his new opponent, Alfendi channeled his inner street kid, knowing that this time he would be able to fight for real. Charging his opponent, he let out a cry as he threw everything he had into his punch…

It was like the world was suddenly moving in slow motion. He saw that his form was right, but his aim…

He completely missed.

Completely thrown off balance and bewildered at his own error, Alfendi almost didn’t notice the other man coming up behind him with a crowbar until it was too late.

“ALFENDI!”

He was being shoved again. He was almost sure a third opponent had arisen until he heard a sickening ‘thud’ as the crowbar met with a human skull.

“LUUKE!!” The cry tore out from deep within his stomach, almost against his own will. He watched Luke fall to the ground in horror and disbelief. This wasn’t happening. There was no way this could be happening. They always got away safe, unharmed...

The two thugs were closing in on him. There was no time to think, to move, to do anything.

‘No! Think, Layton! THINK!’ But he couldn’t. His mind was clouded. Get out. He had to get out of there. He couldn’t stand being there for another second. Without thinking, he threw himself at the stack of crates nearby, knocking them over and spilling their contents throughout the alley and creating a mess.  

Still wild with panic, Alfendi slid to Luke’s side. ‘Be alive, be alive, be alive!’

To his relief, Luke was moving, trying to get to his feet. Alfendi pulled him up, trying not to hurt him but knowing he needed to drag him along and get out of this place as soon as possible.

“...uhhaAl?” Luke mumbled, clearly disoriented. “You okay?”

“Luke!” Oh god, he was talking. He was okay. Relief poured off of Alfendi in waves, and he felt that his heart might still be beating after all. “Thank god.” He was suddenly aware of the sound of the robbers beginning to unearth themselves from under the debris.  

“We need to get out of here. I can’t fight them by myself!” He pressed, trying to sound calmer than he felt. Luke had a dazed expression on his face and was holding his head. Not good. “Can you run? Walk? Anythin’?”

The older boy tried to take a few steps forward but, much to Alfendi’s dismay, stumbled and started to fall. He caught his companion quickly, feeling terror rise in his chest once more.

“Sorta…” Luke replied sluggishly, leaning heavily on Alfendi. “My head really hurts….”

“It’s okay, Luke.” Alfendi tried to reassure his friend, wishing he believed it himself. “We’re gonna get you help, alright? Y-you’ve just gotta walk with me. Come on.” He started to guide him forward. “Just for a bit. That’s it.”

He continued to encourage Luke as they slowly but surely made their way out of the alley. There was another path just up ahead. They could go down the other alley, the one he hadn’t chosen first. Like he should’ve done in the first place.

‘What a stupid mistake!’ he cursed himself in his mind. ‘You used to be better at this, Alfendi. What’s happening to you? God, you can’t even hold up your own friend without shaking.’ He fought against the tremors which were wracking him, trying to focus on their escape. ‘How did you ever survive on your own, you good for nothing piece of--?’

“Hey Al…” Luke began slowly, cutting off his panicking thoughts. “Is the street supposed to be spinning?

“What?!?”

This was bad. Luke was seriously hurt. They weren’t going to make it, not at this pace. Soon the robbers would be upon them again, and Alfendi knew he couldn’t fend them off. Nor could he depend on Luke’s help this time around, not in his current state…

He found himself very seriously wondering if this was how they were going to die.

They had just made it around the corner, just barely out of sight when Luke all but collapsed next to him. Alfendi couldn’t support his weight, not the way he was holding him. He found himself dragged down with Luke, so that he was on his knees.

“Hey…” Luke sounded worse, more drained and sluggish than before. “Can we--can we take a break? I c-can’t…”

“I…” Alfendi didn’t know what to say. He could hear rapid approach of their assailants as they closed in. This was it. He was going to die here, completely unable to protect his friend.

‘Unless you run.’

The odds were still in his favor. Without Luke, he had an 87% chance of getting away. He was fast, he could survive…

But he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. No, he would stand by his friend. Even if it was his last stand.

“Yeah,” the words came out almost automatically as he resigned himself to his fate. “Just--”

The blaring of a siren drowned out the rest of his words. It took a moment for him to register exactly what it was, but he felt at peace in that moment. Police sirens.

A/N:

Mod Nini here! Yeah, Keke and I have really no excuse for this. We wrote this fic I'm pretty sure about two years ago now. But lucky for you all it was the lovely @kayespuzzles birthday yesterday and we promised her some presents =)

Fun fact, we added the dramatis personae for our friend who knew nothing about professor Layton for when she would read them and I figured I'd leave it on since it's been a few years since we posted.

Until next time~

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Bronev Bros. Crack

Chapter Nine: Flora plans to kill again

Chapter Ten: The actual killing spree begins

Chapter Eleven: Into Battle

K: How is this the only relevant chapter title?

N: I DON’T KNOW

Chapter Twelve: Nini knows how to words

OR:

Chapter Twelve: Flora conquers death and becomes death to many

"I agree! And you two be careful as well!" Alfendi thought it was amusing, and nearly laughed, that the Prof tipped his hat, despite the fact that neither Desmoncole nor Flora could see him do that.

K: well you see, Alfendi, Hershel Layton is a class A nERD

Chapter Thirteen: Flora questions why others are allowed to kill

K: shUT.

K: UP.

“All of them are killers?” She repeated, unable to believe what she was hearing. “That’s it? You can be absolutely certain that there’s no way that a single one of them could possibly be good?”

The man opened his mouth and shut it again quickly. For a moment, they stood there in silence.

N: DAMN. SMACK DOWN.

K: Flora asks the real questions

“I was simply insinuating that it is alright to work with friends.” Hershel continued. Hershel needededededededededededed ed ed Alfendi to realize that he, Desmond, and Flora, did care for him.

“You see, there is no clear line between ‘Desmond’ and ‘Descole.’” He tried to explain. “It’s more of a… well…”

“A well. How does that make sense. Wells are where people get water.” 

“Well, you throw the Desmond bucket as low as it will possibly go and it rises up consumed with wrath!”

“Oh i got you. Thanks.”

N: why did that metaphor work… K: I actually dont know. im gonna leave before things get weirder

Goodness, the girl was astute. He hadn’t even caught himself slipping in and out of the Descole persona, but she was correct that in this moment, he was neither Desmond Sycamore nor Jean Descole.

He tried not to be terrified by that.

K: This existential crisis has been brought to you by the letter D

Chapter Fourteen: Flora kills using robots

K: I don’t know what I expected.

“...Be careful, Alfendi.” Was the last thing he heard as he jumped into position.

“OY! Ya gutless robot!!” Alfendi waved his arms like mad. “Over here!!”

N: Alfendi stop taking after Uncle Desmoncole

“Is everything alright, Descole?” The professor tried not to sound exasperated.

“...You’re very naive, Layton. YOU SUCK BRO GOSH ALL I WANT IS TO BE APPRECIATED AND UNDERSTOOD GASH WAIT HERSH DEEP BREATHE POKay im good ahem” Descole replied stiffly, not even looking over at him.

“....oh… I see.” For a moment Hershel had forgotten his brother’s unsavory criminal history. “I’m sorry, Descole, I forgot you and the police…”

“Is everything alright, Descole?” The professor tried not to sound exasperated.

“...You’re very naive, Layton.” Descole replied stiffly, not even looking over at him.

“....oh… I see.” For a moment Hershel had forgotten his brother atTACKED PEOPLE WITH GIANT FUCKING ROBOTS.”

“Is everything alright, Descole?” The professor tried not to sound exasperated.

“...You’re very naive, Layton.” Descole replied stiffly, not even looking over at him.

“....oh… I see.” For a moment Hershel had forgotten his brother’s bad report card that semester.

In response, much like Swift had done with the golem, the hand elevated to the robot’s “eye” level. A cockpit opened up before them.

“I’ll handle the weaponry,” Descole began instructing them. “Raymond I trust you with piloting.”

Flora: “What about me bitch?” *sharpens knife.*

“We’re not letting them escape!” Descole’s voice came over the intercom. He must have reached the weapons controls. “Not if we have anything to say about it!”  

Raymond and Flora cheered. LETS GO CUT SOME BITCHES UNCLE!!!”

He fired the harpoon straight into the golem’s chest. It shot swift through the chest and he ded.

“Then we ought to join them.” Desmond pushed his glasses up as he rose to his feet, making his expression impossible to read.

They did not speak again until they were about halfway there.

“Flora?” 

“Sup home slice?” The young lady looked up into her uncle’s eyes.

Since this was a dream he could be honest and just tell her. It’s not like there were any consequences, after all.

“I want to stop having this dream.” He admitted, pulling the covers over his head again. “It’s a horrible dream to have when yah know it’s not real.”

“GET UP AND FACE REALITY BITCH” *SLAP*

A/N:

N: ..........

K: I have no excuses for this.

N: ..........

K: It was all Nini.

N: I mean...

K: All of it.

N: Not all of it....

K: All of it!

N:.........

N: Love you all =)

K: Fight me.

[bigkadan8]

What comes next?

Hello, my fellow puzzlers!

I’ll be frank with you, the desire to write more for the Forged in Fire series has been burning in me lately (eh? eh?). Only problem is, I’m not entirely sure where to take it next. That’s where you guys come in.

I have a vague outline of where I want the series to end, ultimately, but I’m drawing a blank on a LOT of the in between stuff. So I’m asking you guys; what do you want to see next for Desmond, Raymond, Mary, Bronev, Swift, and/or even Mackintosh?

I’m open to any suggestions. Thank you guys so much!

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It begins again.

Puzzlers everywhere look up from their DS’s. They can feel it. The disturbance. The winds are changing. The world is shifting once again. It strikes fear into their hearts, for they know this can only mean one thing.

The mods are writing again.

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Stress Fracture

Six months after coming to London, Alfendi’s life is thrown through a loop after a miscalculation by the professor and visit from an old friend. Sure, Alfendi has faces down the likes of Targent, Zombies, and Flora’s cooking, but how will he handle Luke Triton? Set six months after Bronev Bros. vs. Zombies. Warnings: stress, angst, suspense.

| Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 | Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 | Ch. 13 | Ch. 14 | Ch. 15 | Ch. 16 | Ch. 17 | Chapter 18: Numbers and Figures |

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Friendly reminder that this is still ongoing! If you liked Bronev Bros. vs. Zombies, you're sure to love the follow up!

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Self explanatory

~ Mod Keke

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A review that made my day.

Check here to see what this is about, if you haven’t already! The sequel to Bronev Bros. vs. Zombies is being published on my personal writing blog, bigkatie8!

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Adoption - Part 2

Post Bronev Bros. vs. Zombies - Just a few days ago was Alfendi’s adventure with the Professor, Flora, and Desmond that flipped his whole world upside down. Alfendi was nearly sent back to foster care before Professor Layton stepped in and adopted him. Alfendi is still very skittish and adjusting to his new life in the heart of London.

Part 1

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Adoption - Part 1

Post Bronev Bros. vs. Zombies - Just a few days ago was Alfendi’s adventure with the Professor, Flora, and Desmond that flipped his whole world upside down. Alfendi was nearly sent back to foster care before Professor Layton stepped in and adopted him. Alfendi is still very skittish and adjusting to his new life in the heart of London.

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A Proposition

Pre Bronev Bros. vs. Zombies. Alfendi is a young, homeless, loner who keeps to himself and usually sticks to the woods. He is a very skilled fighter from his days at the foster home and and both gangs in town have had their eyes on him for quite some time…

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Stress Fracture

Ch. 1 A Gentleman’s Dilemma

Six months after coming to London, Alfendi’s life is thrown through a loop after a miscalculation by the professor and visit from an old friend. Sure, Alfendi has faces down the likes of Targent, Zombies, and Flora’s cooking, but how will he handle Luke Triton? Set six months after Bronev Bros. vs. Zombies.

Warnings: stress, angst, suspense

| Ch. 1: A Gentleman’s Dilemma | 

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For everyone who loved BBvZ, the sequel is being published on Mod Keke’s personal writing blog, bigkatie8!

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Bronev Bros. Crack 4

Chapter 8:

Chapter Eight: Alfendi is too frightened to kill a man, Flora is not

“--Brainwashing?” the voice of Alfendi’s ally shook him back into the present. Top Hat was talking to Flora about what she had done just now, talking to the other kids. Apparently, she had learned a lot from them by being all kind and sweet and trustworthy. He would have to watch out for that in the future. And by “watch out for”, he means “totally falls for.”

“Mhm. Apparently everything is being organized by a ‘Mr. Swift,’ as they called him.”

“Time to go!” He grabbed Flora’s wrist, dragging her along as he made his way toward the opposite door. The others were clever enough, they could catch on and follow suit.

“I believe it’s time to leave this factory before we are met with unwanted company.” Professor Top Hat said calmly because Hershel is a little shit.

“Shush.” Flora may have meant well, but he had to cut her off. There was something out there.

Crunch. Snap.

“It’s probably just a squirrel--”

spoiler alert: it is a squirrel.

“It doesn’t appear to be moving very quickly, perhaps we should take a small detour around it?” Top Hat said quietly, picking up a tall branch as Alfendi had seen him do before.

Snap. Crack! The SOUND of my HEART the beat goes on and onandonandonand

“Is fine.” There was that paternal tone again. Hershel wondered for a moment if he ought to be concerned that Desmond spoke to him the same way he spoke to the children. Yes. Yes is the answer u look for. 

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Bronev Bros. Crack 3

Chapter 7:

Chapter Seven: “Flora? Did you kill a guy?”

“I concur.” Professor Layton responded with a nod. “I worry that this may prove a challenging puzzle--”

“...there’s a side door.” Alfendi glanced over his shoulder. (that wasn’t so hard -- correct animation )

“Excellent, Alfendi!” Flora cheered, patting the boy’s head in a congratulatory manner. It was hard to tell with the boy’s hood still up, but Flora could swear that she saw him blush.

“Stupid job, innit?” Another male voice -- guards, as she realized they must be -- agreed. “All we gotta do is watch these stupid kids work all day. Boring as ‘ell.”

“Heh. I’m not!” Alfendi let out a quiet growl -- (in which Alfendi is actually part wolf) -- behind her at the sound of the third man’s voice. “I’m stuck on site wit’ the boss all day tomorrow.”

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Bronev Bros. Crack 2

Chapter 5:

Confused, Desmond looked down at his attire. Huh. Well. He seemed to be in his full Jean Descole costume now. It had gotten to be such a habit that he hardly noticed changing anymore... this happens at home quite often. Raymond goes to get tea and when he comes back descole is just casually there chillin and reading a book.

“...it doesn’t matter.” Layton said after a moment. “It would be wise to keep our voices down, there appear to be security guards up ahead.”

Guards? Damn, how had he missed that?! Descole was off his game, which was never good even in normal circumstance. Where was Raymond when he needed him? Probably in Hawaii playing golf on retirement.

Desmond turned his back on Layton, solely addressing Flora. “Do you think you can camp out tonight?”

“I don’t see why not… I never had a chance to before.”

Desmond gave her a quick smile before rounding on his brother. “It’s settled. We stay here. Any more objections, or are we done now?” (he's such a salty little bitch omg. Take a chill pill dessy)

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Bronev Bros. Crack 1

Chapter 4:

“Hmm?” Hershel was shaken out of his thoughts by the shouts and glanced toward the commotion right as a young girl ran toward him.

“Professor!!” The woman’s voice was laced with anger and Hershel found himself looking side to side in the hope she was targeting some other professor, Because there was NO REASON anyone could POSSIBLY be MAD at HIM. GIGANTIC NERDBISCUIT.

“Erm, excuse me, miss…” (in which hershel never recogniZES HIS OWN GODDAMN DAUGHTER IN DISGUISE HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING SINCE DIABOLICAL BOX YOU LITTLE SHIT) Hershel stepped back in alarm as the stranger advanced toward him. “Do I…?”

“Yes you do.” The woman cut him off irately as she yanked at her hair --- no wait, her wig? -- and… 

“Flora!!” An older gentleman ran up to the pair of them far more nimbly than a man his age should have been able to. For some reason Hershel couldn’t place, this gentleman seemed very familiar. (Oh sure. Oh sURE. HE seems familiar but N OT FLORA)

“Now see here, what on Earth is going on--?”

“--told you that you had to stay by my side--!”

“Now SEE HERE!” The professor found himself uncharacteristically shouting. “Could everyone just please calm down for a moment?!”

“Oh, shove it, LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAYTON.” The older gentleman hissed in an all too familiar voice. “This doesn’t concern you!”

“Uncle Desmond!”

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Crack Tuesdays

Howdy Y’all,

So, while bigkatie8 and I write... we tend to... oh how do we say this? Get punch drunk and carried away at times, leaving us with a bunch of crack conversations we don’t have the heart to delete. So, since we are caught in a dead zone between co-written stories at the moment, we will start posting these short snippets for your reading amusement on Tuesdays.

They will be tagged: tophatcrack 

See you then!

~ bignini9