Lmao this is really just a place for me to dump my feelings about Layclaire, and also to help me get back into the fandom so I can finish Serendipity. Like, Christ man, I have had that story's plot planned out for the longest time and I haven't done anything with it. Woops. Expect one to three chapters over Christmas break (which starts Wednesday. It's Monday. I have one half day left). I would say a few more but I have project to do over break.

In any case, if you haven't guessed, Layclaire is my ultimate OTP. The OTP of all my OTPs. It has been for years, but I just don't write it enough, and now that my writing style has changed into something I actually sort of approve of, I figured I'd do this. The title of this collection might be subject to change.

The title of this piece - "love like lightning" - is inspired by a song, and that song is: "Yeah Boy And Doll Face" by Pierce the Veil, which is a bit questionable for these two, I do admit. However, I just had my music on shuffle and that song came on and suddenly I was writing this. Each little snippet's chapter title will be a lyric from the song, but in no particular order. You don't have to listen to it, and none of these will actually follow the song very well.

I do not own anything, and you may request if you'd like, though I'm awful at requests and I usually take the gist of it, and then fuck with the rest of it. Just so you know, for the sake of your future request possibly being filled. Yes, I will take AU requests, but your request might come out as a drabble, a one-shot or something else. It'll depend on my mood.

I'll shut up now.

Contrary to both the saying and what he had previously though, Professor Hershel Layton learns that time does not heal all wounds. Perhaps once upon a time he had believed that wounds do heal over time, like when he believed in coincidences.

But that part of him had left long before he had lost Claire.

So maybe it was foolish to think that he would be over what he had lost. Because when he first sees the woman who looks so much like her, he swears he might faint. Nothing he could ever say or do could wipe how much shock he was in, how much pain he was in.

Maybe it was even more foolish of him to think that she was never really gone. Randall may have come back, yes, but then again, Randall never actually died, so to speak. But Claire did. He knew what happened. The blast, the smoke. Her and everything that made her human - all gone.

So why was he being toyed with? Why was there a woman who looked so much like her that obviously wasn't her?

For whatever reason, the Professor felt like he was being punished.

And, despite himself, he laughed. He laughed at the irony of his hope, at how he could never truly be over her and her pretty smile.

Some wounds just don't heal.