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[mutsumiki]

Tales of the Abyss: Asch and Luke

Take this as shippy or not, but I really like these two

I am super proud of this one :DD

[lostfangdrive]

Tales of The Abyss Luke x Asch Doujin for sale. 

18+ sale only. Paypal for payment and USA only. Please contact me if interested and we can discuss the price and shipping. Very good condition.

[sheps-shepherd]

I haven’t written anything in forever and I’ve got the itch tonight. So,,,,,,send in a prompt if you wanna?

[fyenale]

HNFGSJSKSKSJD MY TWO BOYS BACK TO BACK THERE'S NOTHING I WANT MORE

[leonmckennedy]

wow look at this thing that’s totally in a completely different fandom. wow

this is silly, self-indulgent aschluke based in the same universe as turbulence, my brain baby and the thing that haunts me forever. it haunts me so of course i write vaguely related things instead of the sequel

this probably happens sometime before the events of the fic? yeah? yeah

hold me close, on nights like this//

luke sighs from where he lies across asch’s couch, having collapsed onto it as soon as he walked through the door. beach dates were fun but utterly exhausting; just the drive there and back, the actual beach itself, and their outing to dinner led to them getting back much later than anticipated. luke wasn’t one to turn in too early, but he definitely wasn’t expecting to be out until midnight when they’d left early that afternoon.

asch grumbles at him from a few feet away, and luke barely manages to lift his head enough to watch as his boyfriend moves his bags. the bags he’d left in front of the door, next to his sandals and beach towels.

“sorry, babe,” luke manages, slightly muffled by the couch cushions, and asch responds with a huff. luke turns over on his back so he can watch properly. asch moves in and out of his line of vision, putting stuff away, cleaning, going in and out of the kitchen. eventually luke opens his eyes (when had he closed them?) and finds asch standing in front of him, leaning down into his personal face. luke only has the energy to snort, which comes out as more of a passionate exhale than anything else.

“are you planning on sleeping out here?”

“iunno. it’s comfy.”

asch gives a real snort at that, rolls his eyes. at least luke is sure he’s rolling his eyes; he’s started drifting off again, so he can’t actually see the man in front of him.

“go shower. you’re getting sand all over my couch.”

“make me.”

the couch creaks a little when asch settles down next to him. luke holds his breath, expecting some sort of attack. when a few moments pass and he’s not being tickled or threatened to be pushed off the couch luke opens his eyes again.

asch is openly staring at him. luke starts to say something, but stops when he realizes he doesn’t have any smart remark to throw at him. he ends up smiling, as sleepy as he is, because asch doesn’t have that crease in his brow that he usually does, doesn’t look vaguely angry or upset. it puts a tiny flutter in luke’s chest. asch responds to his smile with one of his own, and he reaches over, dropping one of his hands on luke’s face. he cups his cheek, runs his thumb over luke’s skin softly. it’s so unbearably precious that luke giggles.

“don’t laugh you dweeb.”

“oh, so i’m the dweeb here?”

asch pinches the cheek, making luke whine. it’s an exaggerated thing that makes asch roll his eyes for sure this time, rubbing his fingers over the pinched area carefully as if apologizing. after a few seconds asch leans over and luke lets his eyes flutter closed as they kiss. the kiss is quick and sweet, after which asch pulls back and gives another peck to his cheek.

luke laughs again, breathlessly. asch seems to have made it his mission to kiss him endlessly, now. his cheeks, his nose, eyelids, forehead. meanwhile asch has moved over luke even more, bracing an arm against the cushion beside luke’s head. he doesn’t say a word; kisses from luke’s face down his jaw, neck, bits of shoulder that’s showing from the wide collar of luke’s shirt.

eventually, after a bit of fidgeting, luke guides asch back to his mouth, kissing him deeply– messy because he’s still rather sleepy, but no less enthusiastic because all he feels from his head to his knees is warmth.

after a few kisses exchanged in this way asch breaks away, laughing a little, and gives him this look. one that’s small and so full of love that it goes straight to luke’s head. “you interrupted me. fuckin’ rude.“

“what?” luke says, though it comes out sounding slightly slurred and in all honesty, he doesn’t particularly care what the answer is. as long as asch keeps kissing him.

asch tilts his head, regarding luke with a heavy look. it’s one so unguarded and open that luke almost wants to look away, because he knows how asch hates feeling vulnerable. it’s a lovely look on him though; eyes unbearably green, the edges of his lips curling up into a slight smile. his hair had been pulled into a bun at the beginning of the day, but by now it’s fallen apart and been pushed into a sloppy ponytail, dark red strands falling every which way out of it. he looks soft, something most people probably wouldn’t say about asch normally, but most people aren’t luke. most people don’t get to look at this man and see him for the pile of mush he really is.

asch, instead of directly answering luke’s sleepy question, covers luke’s body completely with his own and goes back to the kisses from before. luke is, as fidgety as he is, still feels charmed by it. one of asch’s hands has settled at his side, idly slipping under his shirt to rub small circles into his skin.

“what are you doing, babe?” luke asks eventually.

“counting,” asch responds, and his voice is a ghost against luke’s skin. luke shivers and he knows asch can feel it.

“counting?” luke tries to look at him but asch’s face is hidden, buried in the crook of his neck. “counting what?”

asch grunts, leans up enough to match his boyfriend’s gaze. “haven’t figured it out yet? you’re covered in them.” he leans forward and leaves a feather light kiss on the tip of luke’s nose. “like here, and,” another kiss, this time right above his eyelid, “here, too.” he brushes his knuckles against luke’s face, pushing away his bangs. “everywhere, really. the sun really is your friend.”

luke blinks. it takes a few moments for it all to catch up to him, but once it hits him that asch was talking about his freckles he feels the urge to scream. because asch was talking about his freckles and counting them like some romantic fool and god if that wasn’t the sappy kind of shit he could fall for. or feel embarrassed over, really, because he can feel his face heating the longer asch stares at him.

“y… you fucking nerd.”

asch has the gall to laugh at him again, a deep, full laugh. luke would threaten to kick him but at this point asch’s weight against him is too warm and comforting to dislodge, even for a moment. so he huffs and turns his head away, putting on an overexaggerated pout. if he keeps it up enough, maybe asch will stop laughing long enough to kiss it off of him.

he does.

(they fall asleep like that, cuddled up on asch’s small couch, lodging sand into the cushions for weeks to come. neither of them find the strength to care.)

[miomii]

I hate myself

Me: *playing ToA*

Me: okay i will try to play this with feels as usual and enjoy the story instead of my ot-

Game: *ASCH SAVES U*

me: wh-

Game: *ASCH LOOKS HOT*

me: no- wai-

Game: *ASCH STICKS WITH LUKE AND MOCKS HIM*

me: WHAT DO U WANT FROM ME BANDAINAMCO FOR THELOVE OF G-

[moonlmoon]

Hi guys, looking to sell some of my doujinshi again! Tales and Kingdom Hearts doujinshi under the cut

Pairings include:

Riku/Sora Sorey/Mikleo Asch/Luke

!!!PLEASE READ THE NOTE AT THE END OF THE POST!!!

Doujinshi

1: Sora/Riku, €7 2: Sora/Riku, 18+ €5 3: Sora/Riku, €4 4: Sora/Riku, €4 5: Sora/Riku, €5 6: Sora/Riku, €7

7: Zellos/Lloyd, 18+ €4 8: Zellos/Lloyd, 18+ €4 9: Zellos/Lloyd, 18+ €4 10: Zellos/Lloyd, 18+ €4 11: Zellos/Lloyd, 18+ €4 12: Zellos/Lloyd, 18+ €4

13: Sorey/Mikleo, 18+ €5 14: Sorey/Mikleo, 18+ €5 15: Sorey/Mikleo, €5 16: Sorey/Mikleo, €5 17: Sorey/Mikleo, €5 18: Sorey/Mikleo 18+ €5

19: Sorey/Mikleo, €5 20: Sorey/Mikleo, €5 21: Sorey/Mikleo, €5 22: Sorey/Mikleo, €5

23: Asch/Luke €4 24: Asch/Luke €4 25: Asch/Luke €4 26: Asch/Luke €4 27: Asch/Luke €4 28: lol i made a mistake there is no 28 >w>;;;;; 29: Asch/Luke 18+ €4

30: Asch/Luke 18+€4 31: Asch/Luke18+ €4 32: Asch/Luke 18+ €4 33: Asch/Luke 18+ €4 34: Asch/Luke €4 35: Asch/Luke €4

I am from the Netherlands, and shipping from my country is always pricey. It’s good to keep this in mind, cause shipping might get expensive the more books you buy. I’ve copied a chart from my local shipping site, to give an example of what the costs might be. Doujinshi weight normally around 100-130 gram, so keep that in mind. Of course, I will weight the envelopes first. Depending on where you live, I can also send them in a box, if shipping is cheaper. (Gewicht = Weight, Tarief = Prize. You can ignore the middle bar.)

[sheps-shepherd]

Title: Kainotophobia

Rating: T

Pairing: AschLuke

A/N: Another installment of Soulmate AU that I worked on instead of studying. This was originally going to be part of a much bigger story, but I ended up liking this bit so much that I decided to make this its own thing. And I needed to prove to myself that I’m still capable of writing less than 10k stories

Enjoy!

EDIT: Tumblr likes to eat my formatting on mobile, so here’s the AO3 link for anyone on mobile who would like it. Apologies to everyone who has to scroll through the giant wall of text that Tumblr won’t seem to let me tame.

[See all works in the series here]

The first date went great. And so did the second, and the third, and every single one after.

They weren’t all technically dates. Most of them consisted of meeting up with Asch at the café in the mornings like they had been since they met. But despite the fact that they were pressed for time because of their morning classes and Guy was normally there as a third wheel, they were moments that Luke cherished. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little bit of a thrill every time Asch sat next to him in the booth, or every time Guy snuck him a wink when Asch paid for his coffee.

For Luke, these mornings were just the little dates squished between the big ones. He liked being able to spend time with Asch, especially now that they were clearly on the same page with the way their relationship was going. It didn’t make Luke quite so anxious anymore - it was hard to be, when the warmth of Asch’s leg against his was one of the most grounding feelings Luke had ever experienced, second only to Guy’s hugs.

But as nice as those mornings were, being able to spend time with Asch unrushed and uninterrupted was even better. They went to the movies, out to cheap diners for dinner, and on walks through Baticul’s botanical gardens. They argued over who would pay for what every time. And on days when Luke felt light enough to walk on water, he’d reach across a table or let his hand wander a little too far from his hip, and Asch would twine their fingers together and Luke would hold on tight.

Those days were Luke’s absolute favorite.

It was a good system: coffee shop in the mornings, some kind of outing normally on the weekend, and quick witty texts in between - a routine that Luke had easily fallen into. He’d had no reason to expect his phone to start ringing so late on a weekday night; he would have missed it entirely had he not decided to zone out of his reading when he did. The upbeat pop-punk ringtone he heard brought a smile to his face, and he reached over to snatch his phone from his nightstand.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Studying. Why?”

“Do you want to go get some ice cream?”

“Right now? It’s…” He took his phone away from his ear, checking the time that lit up on his screen as he did, “...almost midnight, Asch.”

“Remember that place we went after your Calculus exam? The drive-thru is open all night, I checked.”

“I meant we both have class tomorrow morning.”

“Like you’ll be going to bed at a reasonable hour anyway.”

Luke couldn’t help but smile at the quip. Asch certainly wasn’t wrong - he had already resigned himself to a night filled with studying, which he’d started a couple of hours ago. He’d planned on finishing the lesson he was reading before calling it a night, but surely he deserved a bit of a break. Asch was too studious to stay out ridiculously late on a school night anyway. And it had been a whole day since he’d last seen his boyfriend.

“Okay, fine, I guess you’ve convinced me.”

He could practically hear Asch’s eyeroll. “You didn’t make it very difficult.”

“You’re more persuasive than you seem.” The answering scoff across the line made Luke beam cheekily. “You said the place from after my calc exam? I think I remember where that is. If you haven’t left yet I can come pick you up.”

“I’m outside your apartment.”

Luke blinked. “What?”

“Hurry up.” The line went suspiciously silent, and when Luke checked his phone again, he found his lock screen staring back at him. It was his turn to scoff as he grabbed his jacket from his desk chair, mindlessly stuffing his hand into the pocket to make sure his wallet was still nestled inside.

The rest of the apartment was dark and quiet: signs that Guy had already gone to bed. Luke tiptoed his way over to the door, glancing over his shoulder to watch for the crack of light beneath his best friend’s door as he tugged on his shoes. The darkness stayed constant, and Luke slipped out into the hallway.

Asch’s car was waiting for him right outside his apartment building. Luke could see his boyfriend’s face glowing a soft blue from the light of the radio screen inside.

“What if I had said no?” he asked as he climbed up into the passenger’s seat. Asch smirked over at him as he shifted the car back into drive.

“I’m persuasive, remember?”

Luke rolled his eyes and leaned back to enjoy the ride.

And just like every other date before, it went great.

Asch paid for both of them, ignoring Luke’s petulant squawks of protest - “You paid for our coffee this morning, let me pay this time!” - and making a point to give him a deadpanned look as he passed his credit card through the window. Luke pouted back at him, but he could only stay annoyed for so long when a double scoop cookie dough waffle cone was placed into his hand. He still made a point to mumble one last complaint before tucking in.

It was quiet - most moments with Asch were. But it was a good quiet, sitting in the cozy pine-scented warmth of Asch’s car, parked in the dimly lit lot of the ice cream shop with the soft smacking sounds from their lips passing between them. It was the kind of quiet that made Luke feel lazy, that made him lounge back in his seat and roll his head against his shoulder. He watched Asch in the driver’s seat, nursing his own chocolate cone as he gazed out the window at the sparse traffic on the road. The half-baked glow from the artificial lights above them bounced off of his hair and cast shadows across his face; Luke stared at the shadow of his lashes dancing across his cheek and wondered for the hundredth time how on Auldrant his boyfriend could possibly be real.

His boyfriend. No, he hadn’t gotten sick of that yet.

“You’re pretty smiley for someone who almost wanted to stay in bed.”

Luke blinked. He hadn’t noticed that he’d started smiling so widely or that Asch’s head had turned, too busy mentally waxing poetic about every feature present on his boyfriend’s face.

“I was studying,” he corrected. “And it’s not like you gave me much time to prepare.” Luke propped his elbow up on the console between their seats as his smile turned into a cheeky beam. “Not that I mind. Spontaneity is pretty romantic.”

“Drip ice cream on my seats and you’re walking back to your apartment.” Luke was suddenly aware of something cold and sticky beginning to slide between his fingers. He muttered a curse and brought his cone to his face, frantically trying to lick up the melting treat before it could drip any further. Asch’s eyeroll was as loud and clear now as it had been over the phone. “Napkins in the glove box.”

Luke scrambled into motion, managing to clean up and polish off the last of his cone before any ice cream drips could fall to the seats. Asch probably wouldn’t make good on his threat, but it was too late at night to be dealing with his wrath anyway. He made a show of passing him a few napkins too, and even though the other had made significantly less of a mess, Luke had spent too much time mindfully mapping out the details of his boyfriend’s face not to notice the smudge of chocolate clinging to the corner of his mouth.

He was so mesmerized by the way the dark brown of the chocolate stood out against the smooth paleness of Asch’s cheek that he didn’t even realize he’d started speaking until he stopped. Luke quickly flicked his gaze back up, but not quick enough to beat Asch’s raised eyebrow.

“S-Sorry,” he stammered, because this was the second time tonight that Asch had caught him staring and normally he was stealthier than this. “You just, ah, you’ve got a little…” Luke thumbed at the corner of his own mouth. Asch’s hand went up and mirrored the action, catching the chocolate smear along the pad of his thumb.

“Thanks.” He stuck his tongue out, carelessly licking the remnant away, and while it truly wasn’t the most attractive of moments even for his boyfriend, Luke’s heart still did a frantic flip in his chest at the sight. “Ready to head back?”

“Yeah.” Luke sat back in his seat, pointedly looking out his window and intently staring at the streetlights along the road. As he heard the gear shift creak beside him and felt the car begin to roll out of its parking spot, he reached over to crank up the volume of the radio. The music was a welcome distraction - not to mention a good excuse not to try and make conversation. It was set to a pop station that only ever played when Luke was in the car, and as the latest hit song sounded through the speakers, Luke tried to calm the sudden spike of anxiousness that filled his chest.

Too soon for Luke’s liking, they were pulling back up to his apartment complex. Luke glanced up, his gaze instinctively picking out the dark windows of the floor he and Guy had lived on for almost two years now. He saw Asch reach for the volume dial out of the corner of his eye and turned to look at him as the music softened. The quiet made the anxiety he’d just finished settling return with a jolt to his heart.

“Thanks for coming out with me. I know you were so dedicated to your studying.”

“Yeah, yeah, and what were you doing before you decided you wanted to drag me out at midnight for ice cream?”

Asch’s smile was enough of an answer, and definitely didn’t help the seizing in Luke’s chest at all. Neither did the way Asch reached over to bump his knuckles against his arm, his skin immediately fizzing with warmth at the touch.

“Goodnight, Luke.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Goodnight, Asch, had been what Luke had meant to say. He wasn’t exactly sure where that had gotten mixed up on the way from his brain to his lips, because those were two very, very, very different responses; his mind must have been working overtime to try and get him to have a heart attack, and he was well on his way there. Luke could feel the burn that spread across his cheeks, down his neck, to the very tips of his ears. He hoped that the beams of the streetlights awkwardly bouncing around them was enough cover for Asch not to be able to tell.

It must have been - Luke had faith that if Asch could've seen how red he was, he wouldn't make him wait so long for an answer. The silence of the car was suffocating, the air getting stuck in his throat. Or was that his heart, having jumped there from his chest, frantically beating and begging for Luke to just go, just get out and go inside and holy shit why did I say that, why the hell did I say that-?!

“Can I kiss you back?”

Luke blinked. “Um.” He cleared his throat, trying to shove his heart back into its proper place. “Um, y-yeah. Yes. You can.”

“Then yes, you can.”

Luke had kissed girls before, but it had never felt meaningful. His first kiss - way back when in middle school, with some girl he hardly remembered now - had been an agreement. A hey, you haven't kissed anyone and I haven't kissed anyone so let's kiss each other sort of deal. He'd politely kissed his prom date in high school, but mostly just for show - Tear was his best girl friend anyway, so that was even more reason for it not to count. And it wasn't like Luke had spent a whole lot of time trying to make meaningful romantic connections with people. He'd never really kissed someone.

He'd never kissed a guy.

But as he shifted himself in his seat to better face Asch, and leaned over the console between them to get to him, he knew this was exactly what he wanted, and this - even with the anxiousness butting in the way - was what it was supposed to feel like.

Even so, Luke couldn't help but hesitate after that first brush of their lips. Just that tiny bit of contact set all his nerve-endings alight, and he shuddered at the feeling that shot through him and made his toes curl. Lorelei, he couldn't do this, what kind of idiot can't even kiss someone without acting like a lovesick girl what the hell is wrong with you-

A hand cupped the back of his neck, the rosy warmth of Asch’s fingertips snapping Luke free of his rampant thoughts. It was awkward, making eye contact with his boyfriend when they were in such close proximity to each other, and if his face got any hotter he was sure his head would explode. But the touch was anchoring, a gentle weight that settled at the back of Luke’s mind, right at the eye of the storm swirling through him.

Asch guided him back in with a softness that Luke had never seen him show before. His boyfriend was naturally prickly, rough around still-smooth edges, safe enough to bump into but not without the chance of getting stung. Now, though, there was only tenderness to his touch, warmth to the press of his lips. Luke reached out to grip at the collar of his shirt and was not cut once.

Asch had never kissed a guy either.

When Asch pulled away that time, Luke didn’t let him get very far, drawing him back in with a gentle yet insistent tug to his collar that Asch seemed more than happy to oblige.

It was nice, sitting in the warmth 0f Asch’s car, exchanging slow exploratory kisses in the front seat, getting a feel for what this new development between them felt like. This was the closest the two of them had ever been before, and there was still something separating them - physically, that was, with the center console pressed uncomfortably against the swell of Luke’s belly. Luke found himself entertaining thoughts of what kissing Asch would be like without that niggling sense of pain in the background. With Asch’s arms around him, with his own body pressed against his chest instead of just his hand, with no lurking hesitation and no anxiety peeping out from behind their every move.

Luke didn’t want there to be anything between them anymore.

He wasn’t sure how long they sat there together, but at some point Luke drew back to take a proper breath, and Asch didn’t try and coax him back in. His boyfriend’s hand dropped from his neck to his arm, warm fingers curling around his elbow as their eyes met again. He still felt the burning beneath his cheeks, but Luke could see the question laced in Asch’s knowing gaze and smiled in response.

“I should’ve let you kiss me that night in the apartment,” he said softly. Asch’s mouth quirked at that, and he gave his elbow a light squeeze.

“Worth the wait?”

“Definitely.” Luke sat back properly in his seat, the pressure against his stomach having made its way to the forefront of his mind without the press of Asch’s lips to distract him. Asch’s hand slid down his forearm with the movement to settle loosely around his wrist. “Thank you. For waiting, I mean.”

“Don't thank me for that.”

Luke smiled shyly under the intensity of the other’s gaze, but made no effort to try and pull the words from between them. He was thankful, even if Asch didn't understand why. Thankful for the patience Asch liked to pretend he didn't have, thankful for the considered intent behind every touch, thankful for being able to have him. Asch was the first person to stay in a long while. Luke would spend as long as he had with him trying to thank him for that.

“I should get back upstairs,” Luke mumbled, flicking his gaze over at the green numbers flashing on the radio before going right back to his boyfriend’s green eyes. “It’s pretty late.”

“And you still have studying to do.”

Luke recognized the tease for what it was, but also knew that his sociology textbook would lay forgotten on the edge of his bed until the morning; he was going to spend the next hour lying awake beneath his blankets, replaying the night over and over and over again in his head until he was sure he would never forget it.

“Yeah, because my annoying boyfriend just had to drag me out at midnight on a school night.”

“You got a free ride and free ice cream. Shut up and go finish your homework.”

Luke laughed, tugging his hand free and reaching for the door handle. “Text me when you're home.”

Asch hummed a confirmation, and Luke hesitated.

“Um… Can I…?” He let the question trail off as he saw Asch's eyebrow raise up with it, and offered him a sheepish smile.

Just another thing to get used to, he thought to himself, as he leaned back over to give his boyfriend another goodnight kiss.

Later, as Luke lay in the quiet of his room, staring up at his ceiling with thoughts of the night in his head, he felt his phone vibrate where it rested on his chest. The screen flashed to life when he picked it up, the name he was always waiting to see staring back at him.

Text Message: Asch Received: 1:15 A.M

You don't have to ask. Just so you know.

Luke smiled to himself. Asch knew as well as he did that there was really no other way this could have gone - that Asch wouldn't be the one to try and take that next step, not because he didn't want to, but because he knew Luke would need to. That night in the apartment had plagued Luke’s mind ever since the first date. It was something Luke needed to get over: not letting Asch in when he should have, when he wanted to. Because he'd been scared. He was still scared, as much as he wished he wasn't.

But Asch knew that. Somehow. Luke still wasn't sure how Asch had learned so many of his tells in just a few months - it had taken Guy a solid few years of being around him almost every day to be able to read him like a book the way he could, and yet Asch already seemed to be at the stage of knowing what Luke needed before he knew it himself.

Luke didn't know what that meant, but he did know better than to try thanking Asch again. His boyfriend wasn't quite there yet, but that was okay. Maybe someday he would be. For now, Luke was pretty sure he knew what the next best response would be, and it would mean the same thing.

Text Message: Asch Sent: 1:17 A.M

You don't either.

[child-of-lanvaldear]

LukexAsch *Cough*

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you:

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa: My first thought is Luke, but then again, I think Luke (post game) would be really careful about looking where he’s going, etc. while Asch is... a little too busy/self-assured to trifle with those kinds of things.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them: Luke is a nerd

Who starts the tickle fights: Luke. Asch protests that it’s cheating to go for the spots that Luke knows he’s ticklish in himself, since they’re identical.

Who starts the pillow fights: Asch plays hard

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile: Asch

Who mistakes salt for sugar: Well, we all know that Luke’s terribad at cooking...

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning: Asch is kind of a jerk

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines: Luke- he gets it from Guy

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order: My angry bird nerd son

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies: Luke

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion: Luke

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen: Luke

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation: Luke

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines: Luke

[fyenale]

*furiously throws hero stones at screen*

[ignite-terror]

[vaneltia]

Do you write AschLuke from Tales of the Abyss? If yes could you do them with 24? Please and thank you~!

I’ve never written for Abyss and it’s been forever since I played it, but I’ll give it a try! I’m sorry in advance if the characterization isn’t accurate ;;

Kind of AU-ish, but with ending spoilers?

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24. Returned from the dead kiss

Everything was collapsing around him. To say he wasn’t afraid would be a lie, but Luke was ready for what was to come. His stomach churned, but he was ready.

What he wasn’t ready for, however, was to have Asch’s lifeless body fall into his arms.

It was both comforting and painful. He was glad to have his other half with him as he faced what lay ahead, but... not like this. Asch had sacrificed himself so Luke could get this far, and now, he could do nothing but stare into closed lids that would never open again. He missed those eyes, so similar and yet so unlike his own.

Without realizing it, he pulled Asch closer to his chest. Asch wasn’t too heavy, not for Luke’s build, but his arms trembled. It felt unfair, that he should be the one alive, while Asch...

“You... are thinking stupid things, I bet.”

Luke nearly dropped Asch in his shock. The voice that spoke was weak, feeble, barely a whisper, but it was unmistakable. Slowly, those eyelids he had thought lifeless fluttered open, and green eyes met his own.

“Hey,” was all Asch said. And he smiled.

Luke’s vision blurred. Asch was alive.

“There you go,” Asch muttered, struggling to get the words out. His voice was shakier than Luke’s arms. “Crybaby.”

Luke didn’t care about the tears trailing down his cheeks. “Y-You… you are…”

“For now, yeah.”

The smile on Asch’s face was faint, as if that single gesture was an effort to him. But to Luke, it was everything. “I’m glad,” he said simply.

Asch’s smile widened slightly with newfound strength. “Get down here,” he muttered, tugging at Luke’s collar.

Confused, Luke leaned down. Asch tugged him on. Luke obeyed, until he could feel faint, warm breathing on his skin. Asch kept tugging, until they were so close their lips were almost touching.

Asch closed that final distance himself.

It was unexpected - unexpected like Asch falling on his arms, unexpected like Asch waking up. Unexpected, but… it felt right. Then, it felt righter than anything.

Moments passed before Luke pulled away. Asch’s eyes were closed, but he was still breathing. Unconscious, but still with him.

This time, Luke was the one who smiled. Whatever happened next, they would face it together.

Like it should be.

[sheps-shepherd]

Title: Atychiphobia

Rating: T

Pairing: AschLuke

A/N: The completed and official origin story for Soulmate AU!

Normally I post all my works on AO3 and Tumblr, but due to the sheer length of this one I decided against that this time. I wasn’t about to reformat this beast a second time for Tumblr.

That being said, I hope you all enjoy!

[the-replica-luke]

Untitled Fabre Fluff

Rating-  PG

Because my day's sucked and I needed this. So have some OTPness. 

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It was the feeling of slender fingers sliding through his hair that woke him. Pumpkin moved to the side to reveal the ivory skin that was hidden beneath it. Eyes weren't required to hear the smile that pulled tight on the other's lips as curious digits continued to simply enjoy the soft touch of stroking gently through his shortened locks of flame. 

The blankets felt soft against his skin as the younger continued to simply lay there, feeling much too comfortable to move and far too warm to come out of his retreat of slumber. Couldn't he just stay like this all day? 

Nuzzling his face against the pillow, the smallest of giggles escaped him as he felt a light tickling sensation of hair ghosting over his bear shoulder. Despite his refusal to open his eyes, he could still hear the grin that was growing ever wider across the lips of his other.  

The tickling sensation grew as the crimson river above him continued to slide over his skin, soon accompanied by the gentle warmth of soft lips pressing to his forehead. He didn't want to move. He didn't want to ever leave this prefect moment. 

So as if in a show of defiance, the replicated boy buried his face deeper against the pillow and pulled the blankets up over his shoulder as he squirmed underneath of them.  

However there was a heat next to him quickly as strong arms wrapped around his form and pulled him so his back was firmly pressed against the other's chest.  

"Don't think you can escape me by hiding under the blankets." Came a breathy challenge, causing emerald to finally open and take in the sight of the new day that the world had provided him. 

"I think you should be punished for running away!" The voice sounded again as those same strong arms pushed him so his back was against the mattress, causing his face to flush brightly.  

Before he had time to retaliate, his mirror was leaned over him and his fingers quickly and relentlessly attacked his sides, causing a unparalleled laughter to escape the younger noble. 

"Stop! Stop!" He cried through the noise as tears started to form in the corners of his eyes. "Stop! Please!" 

The elder however continued his assault, taking great pleasure in hearing the laughter that was echoing from his other's lungs. "Do you admit defeat? Do you surrender?" He asked playfully watching as the lighter-toned redhead nodded quickly. 

"I surrender! I surrender!" Luke cried, feeling the torturing fingers stop only to come up and brush along the side of his cheek. His Original leaned to capture his lips in a slow soft kiss, lingering for only a moment.

Pulling away, emerald locked with emerald, both Fabres smiling. 

"Good - Good Morning, Asch."  

"Good Morning to you too, Luke." He spoke back softly as he sat up causing the blanket that covered them to fall backwards. 

"But now it's time to get out of bed." He continued without mercy, pulling the blanket off with him as he wrapped around himself and moved to the other side of the room, only to leave his replica shivering from the sudden attack of the cold morning air. 

Luke's hands instantly flew up to his arms as he attempted to ball up to retain his heat. 

"Assssch!" He sounded in a loud whine. "You're so mean to me!" 

The original only smirked. 

[blakkiek]

I think I have one. It wasn't what I usually draw, but I like these two ^ w ^ Suddenly I can't answer with image, how weird ; w ;