"I'll love you when I fall asleep and I'll love you even more when I wake up." Ashton and Luke are separated from the rest of their band-mates on foreign ground. Their time alone together brings them closer than ever...

Ashton Fletcher Irwin, seventeen, popular and bored out of his mind. But, what happens when a creation by an unknown art class student catches his eye? Will he find the mystery student or will he graduate never knowing about the cleverly named "Mystery Artist"?

Ashton is okay right now. He's always like this after a bad bout. He starts off saying that the world is his oyster and he loves everyone, but when the energy and fresh success fades, so does he. Luke knows. He knows about all of Ashton's problems. He knows about the time Ashton was bullied nearly to the brink, the family deaths and friend losses, and the ups and downs, the latter of which seem to be more common lately. It's been so easy lately for Ashton to slip after a joke gone wrong, or a jab on Twitter. Ashton always says he's sorry, repeating it again and again if only to convince himself. Luke knows he's sorry, knows that he can't help it. And he'll sit by the bathtub for hours, holding Ashton, to make sure that he knows someone loves him. None of the other boys know. Ashton couldn't bring himself to tell them and face their disapproving stares too, and he wouldn't let Luke tell them, so he's stuck in this half state of secrecy and confession to Luke. Ashton hasn't gone too far yet, not far enough that Luke can't patch him up with gauze, antibiotics, and a long hug. But someday, someday, Luke knows Ashton won't be able to take it anymore, and Ashton will die. And Luke will be all alone.

Luke wasn't sure exactly when his life turned into a train wreck, but he knew that it probably coincided with the day he met Ashton. The original can be read on AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1083092/chapters/2177593

Ashton Fletcher Irwin, son of duke Tomas Irwin, is supposed to marry this year. Suitors are lining up, coming from the farthest corners of the country. He does not want to marry though, and when in a fit of rage he catches sight of a kitchen boy, he thinks he might know why. But the middle ages are hard and Ashton finds himself having to protect the reticent boy from lips that lack chasteness, religion, revenge and sometimes even himself.

They just didn't like each other that much when they first met.

"Who are you?" All Rights Reserved.© WriteDrunk 2014. Completed.

Luke's past has been a tragic blur, and despite an army of social workers who say everyone deserves a chance, Luke isn't sure he ever deserved one. And maybe he says Ashton's annoying, but then again, maybe Ashton treats him a little more human than he expected.

"Love will always be a stronger bond then blood, Ashton."

----------------------Blurb--------------------- How could he not see? How could he not see that light fade from his eyes? How could he have been so oblivious to everything? How could Ashton not see his best friend slipping right through his fingertips? Truth is, he could. Then, why didn't he do something? Good question. Luke wanted to know. He wanted to know, what was the point of breathing? If each breath suffocates him more? 'Destroy yourself' he thought 'see who gives a fuck'. That isn't living. He'd much sooner be dead. Because if he loved him, he'd let him go, to another world.