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laytonnpcbracket · 10 months

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Welcome to the Layton NPC Showdown!

This is a bracket to determine which of the many memorable NPCs from across the Professor Layton games are the greatest.

GAMES INCLUDED: Every game except LBMR. Eternal Diva characters are also not included here.

WHAT COUNTS AS AN NPC?: Anyone who doesn't have a puzzle animation. Characters excluded are Layton, Luke, Flora, Clive, Emmy, Randall, Aurora, Des, Espella, Phoenix, Maya, Katrielle, Ernest, Sherl, Hastings, and Emiliana.

WILL THERE BE NOMINATIONS?: Nope! Every NPC will be included.

WHAT ABOUT THE LAYTONMOBILE/MOLENTARY EXPRESS?: No vehicles. Not characters.

WHAT ABOUT THE PUZZLE LADS/LASSES?: I only plan on including characters that we can speak to in-game, so no Puzzle Lads or Lasses. Sorry to the people who like them 😔

WHICH CHARACTERS ARE INCLUDED, THEN?: Anyone who isn't an exception listed above that is in the profiles of the game! A full list is enclosed below.

WHEN WILL THE TOURNAMENT START?: More information forthcoming on that! I have to seed the bracket first :)

WHY IS NAIYA YOUR ICON?: In my opinion, she's one of the more underrated NPCs of the series. I'll probably cycle through some of the ones I have available to me right now.

WHAT CRITERIA SHOULD I VOTE ON?: Whatever makes you happy :)

ARE ALTER EGOS SEPERATE CHARACTERS?: No. For instance, Ratman is not included because his secret identity is in the tournament.

US OR UK NAMES?: I will try to make available as many names for the NPCs as possible! Which includes their Japanese names and as many names in the localizations as I am able to obtain from the wiki and my own sources. I'll probably reliably have the English (both versions where applicable), Japanese, and French names for every character when I do the bracket rounds. The list below however is entirely in English.

And now for a list of the entries! I didn't check all of these for inconsistencies, but I attempted to ascertain that I used the US versions. Some of them might be UK versions though because that's the version of the game I have (specifically Diabolical Box NPCs and Last Specter NPCs -- I know some of their US names but not all).

Franco

Stachenscarfen

Ingrid

Percy

Marco

Ramon

Matthew

Lady Dahlia Reinhold

Gordon Reinhold

Simon Reinhold

Claudia

Beatrice

Deke

Agnes

Pauly

Crouton

Flick

Rodney

Chelmey

Lucy

Zappone

Gerard

Jarvis

Adrea

Pavel

Crumm

Prosciutto

Archibald

Sylvain

Martha

Giuseppe

Augustus Reinhold

Granny Riddleton

Don Paolo

Bruno

Andrew Schrader

Anton Herzen

Katia Anderson

Sophia

Mr. Anderson

Beluga

Sammy Thunder

Macaroon

Chester

Babette

Tom

Ilyana

Geoff

Garland

Nigel

Jacques

Barton

Grousley

Steve

Capone

Mitzi

Lili

Sally

Marjorie

Conrad

Karla

Romie

Dorothea

Clabber

Oscar

Nick

Gabe

Balsa

Wurtzer

Lopez

Laurel

Parcelle

Lulu

Albert

Madeline

Remy

Angus

Kostya

Dylan

Joseph

Rory

Lila

Damon

Felix

Niles

Duke

Hopper

Olson

Derby

Dawson

Joanie

Krantz

Grinko

Marina

Opal

Ray

Gregorio

Narice

Gertie

Hamster

Precious

Winston

Claire

Dimitri Allen

Bill Hawks

Spring

Cogg

Dean Delmona

Shipley

Puzzlette

Beasley

Parrot

Subject 3

Bostro

Family Goon

Lockjaw

Splinters

Marzano

Layman

Fisheye

Silky

Shmelmey

Shmarton

Ward

Smith

Florence

Vito

Art

Niklaus

Anita

Alfie

Hazel (UF)

Adeline

Max

Becky

Margaret

Pallard

Dupree

Natalia

Harold

Horace

Hardy

Cuthbert

Segal

Catanova

Rosetta

Colby

Rudolph

Misha

Dylan

Viv

Pepper

Checker

Avogadro

Maya (UF)

Myrtle

Belle

Graham

Slate

Ernest (UF)

Berta

Minnie

Paige

Raleigh

Beacon

Mark

Rosa

Grosky

Keats

Clark Triton

Brenda Triton

Arianna Barde

Tony Barde

Doland Noble

Levin Jakes

Loosha

Toppy

Crow

Marilyn

Roddy

Scraps

Tweeds

Wren

Socket

Louis

Badger

Aldus

Charlie

Jasmine

Bucky

Fische

Beth

Mido

Clarence

Joe

Molly

Marion

Browne

Hugo

Dominica

Paddy

Brock

Aunt Taffy

Shackwell

Greppe

Goosey

Mimi

Hans Jakes

Maggie

Yamada

Sean

Olga

Finch

Sebastian

Cornelius

Chappy

Hannah

Mick

Colby

Monica

Thomas

Nate

Ewan

Chief Engineer

Naiya

Chippe

Bram

Ghent

Nordic

Gilbert

Roland Layton

Lucille Layton

Henry Ledore

Angela Ledore

Alphonse Dalston

Leonard Bloom

Sheffield

Billson

Mrs Ascot

Pascal

Guy

Lapushka

Gustav

Gonzales

Drake

Tyrone

Sterling

Mordy

Collette

Maurice

Juggles

Puck

Yukkles

Murphy

Tanya

Firth

Madelaine

Stumble

Artie

Michelle

Nils

Frankie

Conner

Humbert

Policeman (MM)

Yuming

Esther

Lionel

Doug

Mr. Collins

Leon Bronev

Raymond

Prima

Harald

Donna

Mascha

Georg

Mackintosh

Solveig

Erik

Hazel (AL)

Igor

Sonya

Moos

Larisa

Karpin

Boris

Dariya

Pavlova

Carmichael

Amelie Chelmey

Policeman (AL)

Tommy

Morel

Chestnut

Amanita

Blewitt

Chanterelle

Button

Lepidella

Bud

Javier

Benny

Miranda

Martine

Barbara

Ruby

Scarlett

Flint

Old Red

Jesse

Derringer

Julien

Romilda

Sheppard

Piet

Felicia

Rik

Beatrix

Umid

Banu

Dana

Temir

Mehri

Nassir

Adler

Robin

Macaw

Plover

Grouse

Gannet

Swift

Carmine Accidenti

Olivia Aldente

Allan

Bardly

Zacharias Barnham

Newton Belduke

Birdly

Boistrum

Cecil

Cinderellia

Constantine

Cracker

Cutter

Darklaw

Dewey

Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil

Patty Eclaire

Eve (cat)

Flynch

Foxy

Jean Greyerl

Hoot

Judge

Kira

Knight Captain

Knightle

Lottalance

Lyewood

Lettie Mailer

Balmung

Mary

Muffet

Muggs

Ridelle Mystere

Nozey

Petal

Petter

Ms Primstone

Emeer Punchenbaug

Robbs

Old Rootie

Rouge

Servius

Shakey

Johnny Smiles

Snowy

Storyteller

Tuggit

Price

Wordsmith

Pipper Lowonida

Phineas Barnone

Madame Doublée

Liza Wight

Grant Sloans

Cesar Chance

Mustafa Fulhold

Hans Lipski

Aleks Lipski

Maverick D. Rector

Seymore Fraymes

The Major

Eddie Torre

Hayes

Maid

Wooooster

Bianca Teller

Security Guard

Shadee

Taboras Lloyd

Douglas Dert

Ratboy

Mo Heecan

Mrs Slow the Tailor

Midas Pullman

Declan Swabber

Abel Seamon

Felicity Hastings

Gene Ohm

Billy Kidd

Royall Britannias

Clover Pryce

PC Beate

DC Booker

Waiter

Séan Butchin

Bo Bells

Hessie Tate

Benjy

Bess

Keane Fisher

Bob Bracket

Stripey

Patch

Cat

Yapper

Gudrun Weldon

#professor layton

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ghoulbreads-grumblr-ooc · 3 months

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pronouns for The Sillies

Mozsiy - he/they

Camnyr - he/him pre-death, they/he post-death

Mystry - he/him (ftm), Reinbo - any pronouns

Wren - he/him (ftm), Wearen - he/him, Klatym - he/him pre-teen, they/he post-teen

Aerius - he/him

Segbii - he/him (ftm)

Analog - they/she/he

Cullin - he/him

Hyfena - he/they/it

Luunar - he/him, Helios - He/Him

Harold/?????? - he/him pre-reveal, ???/??? post-reveal

Zaegem - he/him, but doesnt care what you call him in regards to titles or pronouns (calling him "she" wont make him uncomfortable, or any other feminine title)

#hs rp ooc #grumblr ooc #(ooc: saw another ooc blog do this. so why not)#(ooc: did i really need a pronoun post. almost all of them use he/him in some way)

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nyx-lyris · 7 months

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best laid plans - h.f.

fighting your own heart is among the hardest battles in the world.

ruth erwin is a college student at nyu in pursuit of a degree in english literature. though a bit older and more experienced than most of her peers, she has no trouble settling into university life once again. she decides to take a class in coding to spice up her schedule a bit - only to find herself struggling more than she would like.

in search of assistance, she finds herself in the office of one harold wren, her gentle and mysterious professor. she finds herself drawn to him, wanting more from him, despite the forbidden nature of such a relationship.

harold, too, despite his better judgment, finds himself wanting more and more of this lovely student of his. he knows there are a hundred and one things that stand between them, but he can't help but feel drawn to her.

but, when her number comes up, the two are placed in an impossible predicament. with so many dangerous secrets standing between them and so many unforeseen variables tying them inextricably together, the way forward seems cloudier than ever. what, in the end, will prevail?

chapter two: something new

weeks passed, each one finding ruth in harold’s office at least once, if not twice. harold had to admit, he’d been taken aback by her desire to do so well in his class - she was majoring in english literature and was hoping to teach someday, either as a high school creative writing teacher or as a university professor. and yet, she came in once or twice a week, like clockwork - always with a new question, a new problem to solve. she invigorated him in a way he hadn’t known was possible.

harold hadn’t been terribly sure of himself at first, taking a job as a college professor. he knew most of his students were fulfilling a requirement for a major. though there were a few bright, passionate students he’d encountered over the years, they were fleeting. His students mostly did the work and attended the lectures, behaving more like automatons than human beings. he’d virtually lost hope that any of them really cared about anything beyond grades - moving on to the next activity, the next job, the next paycheck - existing day to day, without truly living.

then he met ruth erwin. she was older than most of his students - somewhere in her thirties, he guessed - but she had ambition and curiosity that rivaled most of them. she didn’t speak much of her personal life or even of her educational life - not that he expected her to - but he found himself unusually curious about who she was. he often found himself looking forward to her visits - a fact which terrified him.

why did she capture his attention so fully? she was intelligent, determined, beautiful - but there were plenty of students he’d met over the years who fit at least one of those criteria. there was nothing about her that should have piqued harold’s interest. and yet.

a knock sounded at the door and harold jumped, cheeks coloring as he realized he’d become absorbed in his thoughts. rather inappropriate thoughts about a student, who was likely standing behind his office door at this very moment.

“it’s me, professor wren,” ruth’s voice called, confirming his suspicions.

“come in, miss erwin,” harold answered, shifting his attention to the papers in front of him.

the door opened and shut. harold ignored the inappropriate flip of his stomach, the skip of his heart, as she entered the room.

“i have something for you,” he heard her say and he looked up in curiosity. her blue eyes glittered cheerfully behind her glasses and she smiled. his heart fluttered again.

“oh?” he responded, giving her his full attention. wordlessly she handed him a circular tin. a small smile flickered across his face and he carefully removed the lid, the smell of warm cookies filling his nose.

“i hope you like chocolate chip,” she said, drawing harold’s attention back to the girl in front of him.

“is today some special occasion i should know about?” he asked. her smile widened.

“no,” she answered simply, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “i just made these for you because... well, you’ve helped me so much over the past several weeks and i wanted to say thank you.”

harold couldn’t help the smile that spread across his features. “thank you very much, miss erwin,” he said. “this means a lot to me.”

his stomach flipped at the way her face brightened, and he turned away to organize some papers, inwardly chastising himself. she was a student and far too young for him. this must be what a midlife crisis feels like, he thought, helplessly thinking of nathan and the young woman he’d been seeing when he was in the midst of his divorce. he thought of grace.

“so,” he said, forcing himself from his dismal reverie. “what seems to be the trouble today, miss erwin?”

the rest of the hour was spent assisting her with her work. harold was grateful for the distraction - coding and programming, computers, and machines had always made more sense to him than people. he was so dismally ill-prepared to deal with human emotion, especially his own. he was not one to act on impulse, to let his feelings on a matter interfere with his principles - but this young woman...

she was so close now as she looked over his shoulder at her computer, watching his demonstration of an example of the code she was trying to replicate for her homework assignment. the scent of her perfume tangled with the smell of the cookies from the still-open tin, creating a heady mixture that harold was surprised didn’t have young men swarming about her for her attention. he could smell a tinge of what he suspected was her conditioner as well, her long, light-brown hair falling in gentle waves as she leaned forward to inspect the screen.

harold closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself a respite while she was distracted. this was getting out of hand, fast. he knew it had to stop. if he allowed this to continue... he shuddered quietly at the thought. he couldn’t allow himself to become absorbed by passion. she was a student. even if she was an adult she was still too young - vulnerable. he had a duty to protect his students, even if that meant protecting them from himself.

he would resign. it was the only option he had. if feelings got hurt, so be it.

“professor wren?”

harold’s eyes snapped open and his cheeks flushed red. her eyebrows wrinkled together in concern.

“is everything alright?” she asked.

“yes,” he answered, clearing his throat. “yes, i’m quite alright, i just... didn’t get much sleep last night.”

that wasn’t entirely a lie. he rarely got much in the way of sleep these days, between the numbers he worked with john and the pain caused by his injury.

she nodded, though he could see the disbelief in her eyes. she didn’t ask any questions though, merely typed the required code into the program. then she ran it, grinning when the desired results came through. harold couldn’t help the small, proud smile on his face.

“thank you, professor wren,” she said, turning to him, a playful glint in her eyes. “you’ll make a master coder of me yet!”

harold’s smile widened and he chuckled warmly, rising with her as she gathered her things to leave.

“have a good afternoon, miss erwin,” he said, watching her leave. “and thank you for your gift.”

she paused in the doorway, an odd smile on her face. “you’re very welcome, professor wren.”

and just like that, she was gone.

the relative warmth of september gave way to the chill of october. harold and john managed to save investigative reporter maxine angelis without becoming a front-page news story. ruth erwin continued to stop by harold’s office. the resignation papers remained unfinished on harold’s desk.

a few more numbers came and went. graham wyler and his family. the brilliant dr. madeline enwright and her wife amy. daniel and sabrina drake, co-owners of a publishing company. ruth continued to ask for help and harold continued to give it. the resignation papers became buried under a swath of papers in need of grading.

he knew he needed to finish them, submit them to his employer, and find somewhere else to work. maybe go into insurance, as he had initially planned, or find some smaller community college, somewhere more low-profile. after all, the further under the radar he could stay, the better. but, despite his inner chastising and determination to finally sit down and finish the job, he always seemed to find some excuse not to do it. he told himself he was doing it for his students - at least waiting until the end of the semester, so his employers wouldn’t have to go through the hassle of finding a new professor in the middle of the term.

otherwise, things seemed to be going just fine. it was a saturday and harold was out for a walk on new york’s busy streets, bear trotting along contently beside him. despite the general hubbub around him, the day felt strangely peaceful. however, as with most good things in harold’s life, the peace didn’t last long.

the sound of a payphone ringing pulled harold from his thoughts and he paused, giving himself one more moment before limping over to the booth and picking up the phone. he’d long since figured out a way to memorize the string of words the machine gave him, so he had no need for a pen and paper. it was safer, he figured - he couldn’t risk someone finding his note, should it fall out of his pocket, and use it to find him and john and potentially expose the machine.

he contacted john, informing them they had another number, then returned to their base of operations. he moved with ease through the library, finding the three books he needed, then settling down in his chair to type in the number.

his eyes widened at the image of the young woman who appeared on the screen, his blood running cold.

their new number was ruth erwin.

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a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter from harold's perspective! the perspective will jump around a bit as the story needs it to, so i hope that adds something to the story. i'll post this chapter to ao3 tomorrow if you want to read it there. hope you guys are doing well and thank you so much for reading! let me know if there's anything i can do to improve my writing :)

ao3 link to best laid plans

#person of interest #harold finch #john reese #michael emerson #harold finch x reader #harold finch x oc #person of interest fanfiction

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corrupted-ciphers · 6 months

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My banner image, featuring 18 of my ocs. Here's a little about their stories and shit. (From left to right):

Sparrow Song: Story about 23 year old college student Gideon on his off time going back to his home town, which happens to be a hotspot of magical activity. In this world, the magic realm is layered on top of the regular mortal realm, and Gideon's home town, Sparrow Song, is located on/close to a weak point between the world's layers. Here he meets Vigenere and her family, and learns to come to terms with his own inner struggles, as well as the magical shit. Characters are: Vigenere, Jefferson, Gideon.

Signal Lost Due to Interference (Still working title lmao 2 years later): The story of Amelia Fitzgerald and her fall from grace. She attempted to be a local superhero, but instead broke and went down the path of villainy becoming Lost Signal, recruiting some other lost and chaotic friends along the way. When not causing chaos around New Gotham City, Amelia is the head researcher on an important genetics project. Characters are: Cyanide (aka Rana; Bottom left), Lost Signal (aka Dr. Fitzgerald; Top) Antivirus (aka Harold Baker; Middle), Kitty (Bottom)

I'm a Little Cursed Too (Terraria Calamity Mod AU): This one's about Lya, an escapee of a Brimstone Cult, who runs off to the island Terraria, and ends up finding her will to live on, and eventually break her own curse. Her curse being that she's destined to fight the Brimstone Witch Calamitas. Though she realizes that Cal is in a similar situation, if not worse, than her, and instead befriends her. It also crosses with my Deltora Quest AU later in the story. Characters are: Lya (Standing), and Scorpia (On floor)

Space Ace Squad: The story of a human named Shane getting accidentally kidnapped by an alien named Naya and brought into her space pirate group. All the main characters are asexual, hence the name. The story eventually takes a turn to Naya's home planet, where the group sort of fixes, sort of makes worse their fascist government. Characters are: Shane, Enith, and Naya (On Floor)

CONTROL/Idealism. Man, it's been a hot minute since I've updated this one. I'm thinking of rewriting it entirely. It's about Brenda, an escaped test subject from Interstice Science Innovators. She eventually returns, attempting to take down the company and spare others from her suffering, and along the way discovers that it's far worse than she thought. Characters are: Brenda

Technocracy: The story of a morally corrupt alien geneticist and his oblivious assistant ruining their planet and starting a race war. Their society was already being corroded from the inside out, but Al helps speed up the process, effectively causing a genocide out of spite. Note here: Al and Ni's story take place about 300~ years before Naya and the Space Ace Squad. And Naya, and Enith are actually offshoots of Al and Ni's race. Characters are: Al, Ni.

Den of Thieves (Working title again): The story of a young girl, named Wren attempting to collect various magical relics in order to rescind her exile order from her home town, and maybe overthrown the princess while she's at it. Meanwhile in the background of the game, one of the characters, Walter has gained sentience and will interact with the player how he sees fit, ranging from purposefully screwing up your stealth section out of spite, to outright attempting to influence the actual computer he's stuck on, with potentially fatal consequences. Characters are: Wren, Feraxie, Walter (Standing)

Here's the updated stuff, yay. If you guys want more info about the various worlds, I update more often on Toy House, here: toyhou.se/Corrupted-Ciphers

#art #digital art #ocs #oc art

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qotu33 · 2 years

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POI Fanfic: The Butler: Chapter 1, Part 2

Harold opened the door again. "Mr. Rhys, you may come in now. I apologize for keeping you waiting. This has been quite a shock, as I'm sure you're well aware by now." "Yes, sir." Mr. Rhys followed him into the office. Harold brought out his office chair from behind the desk and bade the man to sit in it while he joined Nathan on the love seat. "So, what brings you here to New York, Mr. Rhys?" Harold started. "I hear you went to school in the Netherlands for your profession?" Mr. Rhys nodded. "Yes, sir, I did. To be honest, sir, Nathan offered to fly me here for the interview and I was hoping to come back to the States." Harold nodded. That was… not the best answer he could have gotten. "Why buttling?" Mr. Rhys glanced to the side as he said, "Being of service is what I'm good at." Right. Man of few words, this one. "He's good at taking orders," Nathan had said. Harold shook his head. This was not going to go well at all. The interview dragged on as Harold did his best to scrape his brain for appropriate questions. Mr. John Rhys answered all of them in short sentences with a stony face. This gentleman could have been a poker player, or a spy, come to think of it. He wasn't letting anything slip. And it irked Harold something fierce. He himself was a very private person. But he wasn't the one answering interview questions.

When it came time for Mr. Rhys to ask any questions of his possible future employer, his first question was, "What will you have me doing, sir?" "I… honestly don't know, Mr. Rhys." "Let me rephrase that, sir. What are your needs? I can organize parties and get togethers, I have valet services-" "No. No need for that. Either of those things." Nathan snorted. "You'll have to forgive Harold. He's a very private man and he doesn't like large parties… though together, I think we can cure him of that." Nathan had the gall to wink at Mr. Rhys. Harold glared at his friend. "No. Not happening." "Honestly, Harold, would you just say yes to the poor man? He came all this way and I think he would be good for you." Oh, dear Lord, now his oldest friend was sounding like a mother attempting to foist her unsuspecting daughter off on the only potential husband available for miles. He felt his cheeks heat and turned away to get control of himself. How on earth was this going downhill so quickly?

Harold realized he was gripping the edge of his suit jacket and let it go, afraid to see wrinkles in the impeccable linen.

"I can iron that out for you, if you'd like," Mr. Rhys suggested. "Before you go out tonight."

"Out? You think I'm going-"

"Yes, that would be lovely," Nathan interrupted. "We should go out. Grab Will, if he's not too busy. We can hit up that new place downtown that I've been wanting to try out. I hear their steaks are to die for."

"Yes, well, if it's all the same to you, I've just had my life turned upside down and I'd like a quiet night in. Please." Why did it sound as if he were begging?

"Harold..." Now Nathan was whining.

Harold turned to face Mr. Rhys again.

"Do you have a place to stay? Or plans to find a place?"

"I thought you said you had a spare bedroom?"

Harold raised an enquiring eyebrow at Mr. Rhys.

"I only just arrived here, sir. I've not had the chance to find a place."

Harold sighed. Just like Nathan to rush into a new project without thinking it through. Of course the man had nothing.

"Fine. You're hired and you can have my one guest room. This will be a temporary employment, however. If after the period of one month, I determine that I do not need your services, I will be free to terminate your employment, or to adjust your services or place of residence. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Please stop calling me sir. Mr. Wren will do well enough."

"Thank you, si... Mr. Wren."

Why did the man sound so wooden all the time? It was like he was hiring a robot.

"Let's show Mr. Ingram out the front door and I will show you around."

#person of interest #john reese #harold finch #nathan ingram #fanfiction #au #WIP

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theseimmortalcoils · 1 year

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The Bridge of Sighs, St John's College, Cambridge University. UK.

Almost 200 years old, the only College bridge built in the Victorian Gothic Style (by architect Henry Hutchinson)

Top two images - photographers unknown.

Third image - William Henry Fox Talbot, c. 1844. Courtesy of The J. Paul Getty Museum, Los Angeles

The last image includes Wren Bridge, photographer: Harold Jeffreys, 1916

W. H. Fox Talbot was an inventor and pioneer of photography

To read more about the bridge, go here

#cambridge #bridge of sighs #gothic architecture #victorian architecture #stunning bridges #beautiful architecture #willian henry fox talbot #wren bridge #river cam #english architecture #19th century bridge #henry hutchinson

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ao3feed-reesefinch · 1 year

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The End

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/L3Kt4IG

by L_Eclisse

1，标题借用披头士The End 2，我是住在Harold Wren对门的留学生。对我来说，Harold Wren是一个奇怪的小老头。我经常看望Wren。Wren走了。 3，泛性恋提及

Words: 3342, Chapters: 1/1, Language: 中文-普通话國語

Fandoms: Person of Interest (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Harold Finch, John Reese, Grace Hendricks

Relationships: Harold Finch/John Reese, Harold Finch/Grace Hendricks

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/L3Kt4IG

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #person of interest #reese/finch #harold finch #john reese #harold finch/john

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my-head-is-an-animal · 1 year

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Happy Wednesday

Chapter 11

Harold sat in the car with Reese driving, he held the necklace he’d given you in his hand, wondering if you’d allow him to give it back or if it would be too painful.

‘One day.’ Harold mused. Reese gave him a quick glance. ‘One day away from two years together, I asked her to marry me. And I died the day after.’

‘You did what you thought was best.’ Reese tried to convince him. ‘You were protecting her.’

‘Protecting her has never been a difficult job, Mr Reese.’ Harold shook his head. ‘Her whole existence since I’ve known her has been about keeping people safe. She never asked for anything, she didn’t care about money or material things, she cares about people, and she willingly invests herself in life. All she ever wanted from me was honesty and for someone to genuinely care for her… I broke my one promise and ever since that day, I’ve wondered if I ever deserved to marry her.’

Reese said nothing, there was nothing he could say to make any difference to what Harold thought of himself. He thought he didn’t deserve you, he put you in danger and you had no right to forgive him.

They pulled up outside a warehouse close to the docks, it was getting dark and Harold wondered how any of your security team would see anything. Harold watched them get out of their cars, arm up and prepare themselves to head inside.

‘Mr Reese, I imagine I will regret asking this,’ he started, swallowing nervously. ‘But Seb mentioned that Miss Brooke was dangerously close to the cut off, what exactly did he mean by that?’

Reese just closed his eyes and sighed; he debated answering for a moment. ‘It means… there’s only so long someone can… they’ll find her Finch.’ Reese could sense his discomfort. ‘You know what, I’m going to make sure they find her.’

Harold went to say something, but Reese was already out of the car and following the security team inside.

It was barely five minutes of waiting patiently, but Harold couldn’t just leave your fate up to others. Harold got out of the car, putting your necklace in his pocket and making his way towards the door he’d seen Reese enter.

Harold couldn’t hear anything for a moment before the sounds of gunshots came from down a corridor. You wouldn’t be held anywhere that could be easily accessed, but luckily Harold had memorised the floor plan, he knew where he was going and it was away from the fighting.

He carefully made his way towards the other end of the warehouse, staying alert and finding the room he was sure you’d be in.

Harold peeked through the window and saw the one thing he never wanted to see. You were limp, tied to a chair, blood covered most of your skin and one guard sitting, smoking whilst holding a gun.

‘Mr Reese.’ Harold whispered, knowing he couldn’t go in alone, he needed you safe at all costs.

‘Little busy here, Finch.’ Reese answered with the additional noises of gun fire in the background.

‘I found Miss Brooke.’ Harold quickly darted into another corridor so he wouldn’t be heard by the man guarding you.

He told Reese where he was, a minute later Reese and Seb were clearing the corners.

‘Mr Wren,’ Seb spoke quietly. ‘I am aware of your relationship with Miss Brooke, but I will advise you to keep your distance. Reese and I will clear the room, you stay here until we return.’

Harold wasn’t happy about it, but he nodded anyway and watched as Seb and Reese went in. He heard shooting and a little physical disruption, but the one thing that had Harold running into the room was your scream.

It was muffled by a bloody gag, but you were crying and trying to get free from the cable ties that were digging into your wrists and ankles. Seb had been caught by a bullet to the arm, and Reese was struggling to get the upper hand on the Russian guarding you.

‘Get her out of here!’ Seb shouted, throwing Harold his car keys. ‘Get her somewhere safe!’

Seb got up, holding his arm and tried to help Reese. Harold picked up a knife that had fallen to the floor during the struggle, you were panicking and crying with fear and probably pain judging from the way your dress had been torn.

Harold went as quickly as he could, taking your gag off first, before releasing you from the cable ties. You couldn’t speak, all you could do was wail and cry.

‘It’s okay,’ Harold tried to calm you down. ‘It’s alright, I’ve got you. I’m here.’

He carefully helped you up, wrapping his jacket around your shoulders, you were shaking, most likely dehydrated as well as exhausted. He wished he could pick you up in his arms the way he used to, but his injury just wouldn’t allow for that anymore.

Harold managed to find his way out of the warehouse, keeping you safely under his arm, navigating the maze of a building and making sure you didn’t fall from your unsteady legs.

‘We’re nearly there,’ Harold checked the yard for anyone waiting. ‘We’re so close, just stay with me.’

He could feel your body giving up on you, wanting to just sleep, probably something you’d been without for some time. Harold held you up a little firmer, before opening the door and basically dragging you to Seb’s car.

‘Try to stay awake, you’ll be safe soon.’ Harold managed to get you into the passenger seat of the car, before calling Reese. ‘I’ve got Evelyn, Mr Reese, I’m taking her to the library.’

‘Meet you there.’ Reese definitely sounded like he was being held against the wall.

Harold rushed around the car to the driver’s side, you were losing consciousness, but with the head injury you were carrying, he couldn’t let you rest just yet.

‘No, Evelyn, stay awake,’ Harold said, driving out of the dockyard. ‘Sweetheart, you have to stay awake for me.’ The pet name he used to have for you just slipped out, but even that wasn’t enough to get you to remain awake. There was maybe one thing he could do to keep you conscious. ‘I left you.’ He said, darting through traffic as swiftly as possible. ‘I left after I promised I would never hurt you, the day after you agreed to marry me. I need you to yell at me! Or… or something.’

Harold looked over to see your eyes struggling to stay open, you had bruises on your face, a cut above your eyebrow and on your cheek, and a handprint visible on your neck.

‘Okay, you don’t have to yell at me, but you do need to stay awake,’ Harold conceded. ‘You might have a concussion.’

You still said nothing. Harold’s chest was killing him, you looked so helpless and lost, he’d never seen you like this before and he didn’t know how to fix it.

‘When we get somewhere safe, I’ll leave you in peace.’ Harold looked back to find no one was following you, he could safely slow down. ‘I’ll call a doctor to come and take a look at any immediate injuries.’ Harold suddenly noticed something that had his whole being suddenly fill with rage. Bruises had started to form on your thighs, your dress was ripped below your waist and the injuries were consistent with… he couldn’t even bear to think it. ‘I’ll make sure it's a female doctor.’

That was your tipping point, it wasn’t the fact that you had been sexually assaulted, it was the fact that Harold noticed. You cried, not caring for the injuries you were carrying, or how much it hurt to be sitting with Harold once again. The pain was just too much to contain.

Harold figured there was nothing more he could say, if you were crying, you couldn’t fall asleep. He called a doctor who owed him a favour and had her meet him at the library, he didn’t want to risk going to a safehouse just yet and he had a room specifically for nights he didn’t go home. You could stay there for a while.

Harold parked a little way up the road, not wanting you to have to walk too far, but also not wanting to make it obvious which building you were in. He came around to help you out of the car, but was unsure how comfortable you’d be with him touching you again.

He held out his hand and allowed you the option whether to take it or not. You were struggling to move, it hurt to put any weight on your ankles from where they had been cut into, but you still took his hand. The contact was more than he was counting on, he hadn’t been able to hold your hand for so long.

Harold managed to get you upstairs and into his small bedroom inside the library, with Bear watching over you, you’d be safe enough. He got you to sit down on the double bed and heard his phone ring.

‘That’ll be the doctor.’ He said, handing you a glass of water. ‘I’ll be back in a moment. This is Bear by the way,’ he gestured to his dog. ‘He only responds to Dutch commands.’

Harold wasn’t sure why he said that, it wasn’t relevant to anything that was probably going through your head in that moment. He quickly met with the doctor and led her up to see you.

Harold worried you’d be uncomfortable with him there and so left you in peace to call Reese.

‘Seb doesn’t think this is over,’ he said. ‘We’re following up on a lead, but we both agree, the best thing for Brooke is to stay with you for the time being.’

‘I’m not so sure Miss Brooke would find that arrangement particularly comfortable.’ Harold rubbed his temples.

‘There’s not much choice right now.’ Reese said, firmly. ‘One of the Russians managed to escape and black alert won’t allow for Seb to stop until he’s found and defused the threat, so that means you’re going to have to look after her while we figure this out.’

Harold inhaled deeply, dreading talking to you. ‘Fine. Keep me informed.’

Reese hung up and Harold sat back as the morning sun began to come up. You always liked a sunrise, it usually meant you’d had a long night working, but you always thought it a pretty sight and one well worth staying up for.

The doctor eventually came through to see him, she looked like she had bad news. Harold’s heart was in his mouth.

‘Thankfully there’s no concussion,’ she started. ‘But Evie has some pretty deep cuts on her wrists and ankles which we’ve managed to clean up and put bandages on, but you will need to change them once a day for the next few days and then every three days as they start to heal.’

‘You looked like you had bad news.’ Harold just needed to get to the point.

The doctor sighed. ‘I don’t know how aware you are of what happened, but she’s been sexually assaulted, from what I gather it was multiple times over the last two days.’ Harold stepped away for a moment. ‘Harold, she needs help that I can’t give her, she needs to talk to a specialist to help her deal with what happened…’ Harold didn’t want to hear anymore. ‘Look, I need to go. Her cuts and bruises will heal over the next few days and I’ve given her some painkillers for when she needs them; she’ll be able to get back to work in her own time, but right now, she could do with some company.’

‘I don’t believe my company would be welcome right now.’ Harold was trying to control his rage.

‘She asked for you.’ The doctor said as a final note before leaving.

It didn’t make sense, what possible reason could you have for asking for him? Harold peered down the hallway, seeing Bear standing guard outside the room you were in. He supposed he would have to talk to you sooner or later. Sooner may have worked to his advantage.

Harold gave Bear a stroke before approaching the doorway. You were curled under his jacket, still with your torn dress on, he wished there was something else he could give you to wear. He remained at a distance, not wanting to upset you.

‘Was everything satisfactory with the doctor?’ He asked, knowing it was a weak question.

You turned your head slightly, adjusting on the pillow, to look at him directly. Your eyes scanning his form, squinting as the light came in. Harold didn’t want you to have to strain to do anything and so moved so that you could see him better, still keeping a distance between you.

‘You’re limping.’ You croaked. ‘Are you okay?’

Harold paused a moment before being unable to contain his laughter. He felt hysterical for a moment. You didn’t have the same view, but then again, you were probably in too much pain.

‘You were kidnapped,’ Harold shook his head. ‘Tortured for information and…’ he didn’t want to say it. ‘And you’re asking me if I’m okay. I wasn’t hurt in the ordeal; this is an old injury.’ Harold took a seat in the chair opposite his bed and looked at you sympathetically. ‘I expected you to be angry, to want to get away from me as soon as possible. If the painkillers have had some kind of-‘

‘I knew you were alive.’ It was hardly above a whisper. ‘I was angry. I wanted nothing to do with you.’ Tears had already formed in your eyes. ‘But I understood that it was safer this way. I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.’

Harold took a moment to process what you said. ‘How did you know? You mourned for me. For months you… you couldn’t have known.’

‘I work in security.’ You rolled your eyes, adjusting your body, only to wince in pain. ‘You must have known I would eventually find out.’

‘I suppose, I underestimated you.’

‘People do that a lot.’

Harold smiled to himself, knowing it was something you had gotten used to.

‘I hated you for a while.’ You suddenly said. ‘Went over in my head a thousand times what I might say to you, to make you feel the pain I felt.’

‘And what did you come up with?’ Harold was ready to take it, he was ready to receive his punishment for what he did to you.

‘An eclectic array of things.’ You swallowed, Harold noting your dry throat. ‘But I’m not going to say any of it.’

Harold frowned, letting a weighted breath go. ‘I deserve to be hurt by you. I deserve whatever punishment you see fit for me.’

You gave a sad smile. ‘No.’ You breathed. ‘We are where we are because of the choices we made. I chose you once. I knew what it meant and I understood what came with it. I am where I am because I chose love.’

Harold sat back, not really able to understand what you were saying. ‘So, you’re saying you forgive me for leaving, for pretending to be dead? I could have told you at any time, come forward and admitted my mistakes.’

‘I understand Harold, but I don’t forgive you.’ You sniffed, trying to control your tears. ‘You hurt me in ways I have never been hurt before, I thought I died. But what killed me was one day seeing you standing at a payphone, like nothing was wrong, and knowing exactly why you did it. I would have done the same.’

Harold felt his eyes flooding with tears. You really were too good for him.

‘We always said,’ you sniffed again. ‘The good the machine can do, it’s worth everything we have. We were happy, we had the world for two years, some people don’t even get two days.’

You were right, as usual, you were always right. Harold nodded. He stood up, picking up your empty glass and going to refill it.

When he came back it was to find you had finally fallen asleep. Harold decided you needed to rest. He carefully lifted the thick blanket at the end of the bed and lay it over your exhausted body.

He thought about what you might have needed and a bath would be top of your list, as well as some clean clothes. He’d had the library fitted with a working bathroom and he had some spare jumpers laying around that would have to suffice until he could get in contact with Seb or Reese. Your favourite had always been the cotton ones, you used to say how soft it felt against your skin. He took a dark brown one out of the bottom of his small chest of drawers and lay it over the chair, ready for you when you decided you needed it.

The one thing he couldn’t shake was how you had known he was alive and done nothing about it. You didn’t go looking for him or try to contact him, in fact, it seems like you had intended on getting on with your life. He hoped he hadn’t ruined that chance for you.

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