"What's your name, sweetheart?"
"J'mappelle... L-Luke...?"
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Where Luke is a French servant of the Duke Edmund of Ralf sent on a mission and Ashton is the king of Helungar once known for being unwaveringly kind.
Ashton's managed to evade the public eye for the most part after his turbulent exit from Hollywood years ago, only to be dragged back into the spotlight all for a long owed favour, that favour?
Playing boyfriend to a singer taking a nosedive into a downward spiral.
[ashton centric, lots of angst]
[side malum]
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inspired by -Night-Stalker- 's fic popstar