#laurateri writes

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Title: Nightmares Series: Tales of the Abyss Pairing: Luke fon Fabre/Tear Grants Description: {Super Post-Game and vague spoilers} Luke’s being haunted with nightmares, but it isn’t just him either. Author’s Note: Hi I’m tired and it’s 2am and I’m going to bed, so this might be terrible and short, but it’s a start to get me out of this damn block.

Just because it had passed long since – it didn’t mean that it didn’t still haunt him. It had been long enough since the events of Akzeriuth, and no matter how much time seemed to pass, the memories remained vivid while everything else seemed to fade. No matter how much time seemed to pass, while he didn’t want to forget, he couldn’t forget – and it was as simple as that. He could deal with it in the day, but everything just became a nightmare once his eyes closed for sleep, everything just became more than he could sometimes handle.

With a sharp breath, the redhead quickly sat up from where he lay. He panted, trying to wipe away the cold sweat from his forehead. It wasn’t really unusual for him to have another nightmare about back then, and it wasn’t unusual for – in the nightmare – him to lose someone or something precious in return. But it felt like they were slowly getting worse…

“… Luke? Are you okay?”

A familiar, sleepy whisper from beside him broke his thoughts and the eerie silence of the room. His head turned, watching as the brunette beside him began to sit up and rub her blue eyes in the dim light of the room, a relieved, subtle smile on his face. He shook his head, putting his head in his hands. There was no point lying about it – this was Tear he was talking about; she would understand even if he didn’t say a word. “I’ve… I’ve had another of those dreams. But this time, it was different. It wasn’t about then – not really. It was about… now.”

“It’s okay, Luke. Listen to me – it was just a dream. You’re here now.” Tear’s eyes were glistened with a haze of worry as she looked over to him, gently giving one of his hands a squeeze. “You’re here, and you’re safe.” It did hurt her slightly to see him like this – completely the opposite to his usual optimistic self, but there was no doubt that he, a like everyone else, had his demons.

“I know it’s stupid –“

“It’s not stupid –“

“–because I’m an adult! I shouldn’t be having nightmares –“

“Luke. Even Guy’s and Jade’s memories haunted them as adults. But it’s happened. There’s nothing either of us can do about it now. All we can do is look towards the future, together. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think I could see a future with you,” the brunette stated quietly, making sure to look him in the eyes as she said it. “But I love you, and I’ll protect you if need be.”

With a more secure yet small smile curved onto his lips, he gave her hand a squeeze. “I know. I love you too.” He leant towards her, his forehead resting on his own as he looked towards her. It wasn’t just him anymore. He was surrounded by people, his family, his friends, his wife, his –

Suddenly, a knock on their bedroom door sounded. He quickly pulled back, watching as slight light poured into the bedroom as the door creaked open ajar to show a child, grasping onto a plush toy in the form of what seemed like a cheagle.

“Mommy? Daddy?” the voice of the young male child called quietly into the room, holding onto the plush in his arms even tighter.

“What’s the matter?” Luke asked back, the smile still securely curved onto his expression, even if no one could exactly see it clearly.

“I-I… erm… I had a bad dream and… I don’t wanna sleep by myself…” the boy’s voice hesitated as he continued to trail off midsentence. “Can I sleep with you and Mommy instead? I-if that’s okay…”

Without a moment’s hesitation, watching Tear’s expression out of the corner of his eye, the boy’s father gestured his head beside him. “C’mon then.”

It wasn’t more than a few seconds until the door once again closed, and a small figure began to climb onto the couple’s bed, eventually making his way in between them. Tear and Luke shifted accordingly, draping the bedcovers over him as their child lay between them.

“Good night, Mommy. Good night, Daddy. Thank you for letting me.”

“You’re most welcome. And you know that no matter what happened in your nightmare, me and your mommy would protect you, right?”

The boy nodded, letting out a very soft, “yeah.”

“Now get some sleep,” Luke muttered, trying to keep his voice as quiet as possible so that only his son could hear. “Or your mother will end up singing us both to sleep.”

“Luke, I heard that,” Tear said as sternly as she could, but she couldn’t help but to smile, listening to the light giggle of the child beside her.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Idiot.”

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{Throws this here because... I have no other writing accounts.}

Even as the sky becomes dark,

I will continue to walk forward.

Trembling, falling and failing as I reach the end,

Holding tightly onto everything life throws at me.

Decisions, regrets and detours,

Because no path is ever deadly straight.

I fall to my knees as I look towards the light,

The end is within reach, but I cannot reach,

As the journey has weakened me incredibly,

With thorns pressing into my limbs,

But maybe with a little push –

Maybe I can make it –

I push myself from the ground,

Panting and in breathless breaths,

I hurl myself towards the light,

Wishing for it to be true,

But only for another path to be shown my way.

As for life is not a singular road,

But a choice of paths,

And not every path is what we choose,

And not every path is the wrong path,

But we all reach that light for pushing so far,

And through so many things life throws towards us,

Even if we fall and crumble a million times over,

Even if we take the wrong path,

We push for that light through thick and thin,

For something we believe in,

And for an ending to be concluded.

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{Drabble} Safe Place

A short drabble based off mine and Sync-mun’s Gerbera AU (also known as the Babu Sync/Mama Tear AU). Because I like to fluff.

“… Mama…” he called softly as he gently shook the brunette’s shoulder, hoping it would alleviate her from her sleep. There was no doubt that he didn’t want to wake Tear up, especially since she looked tired sometimes, but he also knew that she would help him. Tear was nice; she wouldn’t shout at him or do mean things to him. If there was one thing he knew, he knew that much.

Blue eyes eventually flickered open with urgency as she recognised just who was calling her. She took barely any time in sitting up and looking towards the boy in front of her in the dimly lit room, and her hand gently slid through his forest green hair. She was evidently worried, especially since waking her up wasn’t really something that Sync would do…

“What’s the matter, Sync?” she asked softly, with a slight tilt to her head.

Sync, on the other hand, began to calm down with her hand simply resting on his head. He said that he’d protect her, and yet here she was, protecting him. The contact reminded him that he wasn’t back in that bad place – no, he was far away from there now – and now he had a mama, a mama he wouldn’t trade for the world.

“… Not good dream. Bad dream.”

Her eyes sunk slightly at his short statement – hadn’t this child suffered enough with reality? So why should his mind have the chance to continue to torment him? Unfortunately, she couldn’t protect him from his nightmares, but she could at least hold his hand until they passed and she could try and remind him of his reality after he had awoken.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help you in your dream – but you’re here now. And I promised that I wouldn’t let anything hurt you, didn’t I?” she replied, slowly wrapping her arms around him and embracing him.

It didn’t take long for the boy to sink into the embrace with his head nuzzled against her shoulder, becoming a little more tired as each moment passed. “Mama…” he began quietly, pulling his head away to look towards her more clearly. “Mama, Sync – I tired, but not want bad dream.”

Tear cupped his face with one hand, smiling down towards him, and gently placed a kiss at the top of his hair. “If you’re tired, go back to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up and I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” She held out her smallest finger towards the boy, and when he copied her actions, her finger curled around his. “I showed you this before, didn’t I? Now the promise can’t be broken.”

Sync nodded, taking one of her hands in his and laying back down on the bed, but he waited until she followed his actions before closing his eyes – telling himself that Mama was there beside him, and that he could trust her. She had helped him whenever he needed help – and she had helped him this time too, hadn’t she?

“Night… Mama…”

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Promise.

“Your mother would like to see you,” one of the maids informed the young boy, offering her hand to help him up from sitting on the ground. Her offer was discarded by him quickly pulling himself up, but she smiled towards him even so and opened the door he had been sitting beside for him to enter.

Sync had been waiting outside, curled up in a ball against the wall, listening to the voice of his mother cry out in pain for what felt like hours. He said that he’d protect her from any pain that came her way and yet there was nothing that he could do... It made him feel useless. It made him wonder why Tear had kept him around for as long as she had. When the room filled with voices and crying suddenly ended, however, that put him even more on edge. But that didn’t matter now... his mama wanted to see him.

Entering the room with the maid shutting the door behind him and quickly regrouping with the others, he stood by the door with widened eyes directed towards a brunette and a redhead and the thing in blankets that she held in her arms. She looked happy and she smiled towards the bundle like she did towards him, but at the same time she looked tired, pale and still somewhat uncomfortable.

Upon seeing the boy standing not far from the bed she rested on, Tear smiled towards her son gently, before Luke, who sat by her side on the bed, followed by doing the same. While her attention flicked between the bundle in her arms and her son, she motioned for him to come closer. And closer the boy came, the more he began to feel mixed emotions, including the negative ones that he tried to get himself away from so desperately.

Sitting on the other side of the bed, he peered over a little towards the bundle trying to see what it looked like exactly. Tear had tried to explain previously but the concept was something that was completely unknown to him. As he did so, Tear’s hand messed in his hair as she tended to do on a normal basis. If it was an attempt at reassurance, it definitely helped.

“She’s your little sister,” the brunette introduced, moving the bundle a little closer to him, and then moving the blanket away from the face of a child in order for him to see that extra bit closely. A small smile curved on Tear’s lips, and her voice was still a little breathless, but she was perfectly content in that moment because now, she had a family.

It looked so fragile, so small, and of yet, so quiet. He was never like that, was he? No, he was born a different way... but this is how other humans looked like when they were born? “Sis... ter?”

Tear nodded. “You are her big brother Sync, and she is your little sister Myria. You’re my son, and she is my daughter. I love you Sync, and I’m going to love this little one too. I’ll love you both with all my heart, and I can promise that.”

Sync bit his lip a little as she looked back down at the child, who was beginning to make sounds of sorts; sounds that he couldn’t exactly describe. Maybe she was trying to speak? He didn’t really know.

“Do you want to hold her?” Luke sighed lightly with a smile not leaving his face.

A glimpse of terror was explicit as they looked in Sync’s eyes. But what if he did something to her? What if he hurt her? What if something happened and Tear and Luke wouldn’t forgive him? But he let out a breath before stubbornly nodding, because Tear would show him what to do, right? Just like she always did.

“Hold your arms like this,” Tear instructed, motioning her arms and the boy did as such, holding his arms by his lap, as if he were carrying something. Then she gently placed the bundle in his arms, and it sparked something in him; a moment of realisation that maybe, this wasn’t going to be that bad.

“If anything were to happen to me -”

“Tear, don’t -” Luke interrupted, not liking where this was going.

“If anything were to happen to me,” she repeated, glancing at the redhead for a moment. “I want you to protect her. Keep her out of harm’s way, and I just want both of you to be happy. Or even when I can’t be there, I want you to look over her for me. Can you promise me that?”

The replica remained quiet for a few moments, his finger gently touching the child’s hand. “I promise.”

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child-of-lanvaldear requested:

Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down

Hiding away was perhaps one of Natalia’s only ways of relieving herself from life as a princess, where she could just let go of all the frustration and stress that some days inevitably brought along with them. It was something that Tear often found herself worrying about; Natalia was more than just a good friend, after all, and was by thus especially important.

Tear quietly slipped through the door, not letting Natalia know of her presence until she called her name against the saddened silence that filled the room.

“Natalia, are you..?” she asked with a slight sigh, causing the princess to become more than a little startled where she sat. She saw as the blonde quickly wiped her eyes and smiled towards her falsely, and the closer she came to her, the more false her smile seemed to be.

Sitting beside her on the bed, the brunette used her own fingers to gently wipe away the tears, cupping her cheek in one hand before it pushed back into her golden curls, and before the soldier pulled the princess into an embrace.

Natalia’s body grew stiff at Tear’s contact, initially as a result of not expecting it, but then she eased into the embrace, closing her eyes and resting her head on Tear’s shoulder. Tears once again began to fall from her eyes, her lip quivering and her arms wrapping themselves around the brunette, tightening the embrace.

“Please don’t cry,” Tear softly began, her lips curling into a very faint smile, and her fingers beginning to play with the blonde curls. “A smile suits you much more than tears. When you smile, it’s like the sun’s come out after a dreary winter. It’s selfish of me, I know, but it brightens my day whenever I see it.”

“Stay with me..?” the princess asked in a very quiet mutter, pulling herself to look once more at the other. Her green eyes grew wide, before she shook her head, pulling away from the hug. “I mean, if you can’t that’s fine but -”

“I’ll stay with you for as long as you want me to stay.” Tear’s hand placed itself on top of Natalia’s and held it.

“Tear...”

“I know.”

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protectoroflorelei requested:

Kill — I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.

“You’re a disgrace to our family name, Mystearica,” Van scowled, the disappointment on his face most explicit. It was as if he couldn’t even look at her properly because of his complete and utter disgust.

Tear didn’t say anything in reply. Instead she stood and looked towards the ground as she took her scolding, nibbling at her lip until her eye caught the knife that was held by her thigh. There was an urge to reach out for it, to hold the handle tightly in her hands. She shook her head and forced her eyes shut, hoping for the urge to disappear.

“Listen to me when I’m talking to you!”

Her head raised towards where her brother was now standing, directly in front of her, only a few steps away from her. There was a slap across skin and a soreness on her left cheek. Her head dropped down once again, and this time she was more than hesitant in looking back up. A hand touched her cheek as if to gently trace where she had been slapped, and she fully bit her lip.

“Mother threw her life away for you. And look how you’ve turned out.”

At that, blue eyes widened in shock. It was one thing calling her a disgrace and slapping her, but telling her that she may as well have never been born... It was something that she wasn’t going to let go of easily, nor was it something that she was going to allow him to just say so casually.

“Don’t you dare bring Mother into this,” the brunette growled, narrowing her brow. Her hand slowly and unknowingly to her brother, headed for one of her knives.

“Then you should have thought twice about sticking with that foolish replica you know as Luke.”

“Don’t you dare say a bad word against Luke, Vandesdelca.”

“Pathetic.”

And with that, the raised voices turned to silence.

Her hand clasped around the knife, holding on tightly, as if her whole life depended on it. She rushed forward, piercing the knife into his chest, just watching as a trickle of blood eventually fell down from the edge of his mouth. He continued to say her name as he fell to the ground, asking why she stabbed him. But one thing she couldn’t understand was when he tried calling her to wake up.

Stab! Stab! Stab!

She just wanted him gone - to disappear - so she could continue with her life in the way she wanted; with her friends, with Luke.

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Opening her eyes, it became obvious that it was all a dream. She woke up where she had fell asleep and that made sense. It was all a nightmare. That’s all it was. But there was one thing she couldn’t understand, and that was why she was covered in a familiar red substance.

Blinking a little to wake herself up, she noticed that there were blood splatters around the room, and that one of her knives, also stained in red, was tucked in her hand. Tear was hoping that it was all a joke, but that was until she saw the body on the floor with the same red oozing around where it was laid.

And then it hit her. A sole tear fell down her cheek and she began to shake.

No, this couldn’t be happening.

She...

Luke...

No.

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protectoroflorelei requested:

Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying.

No. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not yet.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sat on the cold ground, shaking the redhead gently at first, in hope his green eyes would meet her blue. She wanted to see his bright smile again. She wanted him to shout at her, call her a ‘cold-hearted woman’ again, tell her that she was being stupid.

No response.

“Luke..? Please...” her voice wavered in volume as she shook him a little harder. She couldn’t feel the floods of tears streaming down from her eyes, if anything, her body just felt numb. She knew that he wasn’t going to reply, but she just wanted to believe in blind hope for once. “Please... please talk to me, Luke. I don’t want you to... not yet...”

No response.

And with that, she finally broke down, sobbing into both her hands as they covered her face. The brunette continued to call out his name between sobs, removing her hands from her face and tugging at his coat. She just wanted for him to be okay, to tell her she was being stupid, to hold her and tell her it was all going to be alright. Or even just just say her name once last time.

Luke fon Fabre was dead, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Whimpering to herself and leaning over to his cold body, her lips lingered on his forehead as she finally shut her widened eyes, a few of her tears falling on his face. Slowly planting a kiss on the top of his forehead after brushing his hair with her fingers, she shifted her mouth beside his ear and began to whisper.

“I love you, Luke. Goodnight, my angel.”

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5 Asch and Tear

“Waita minute, are you jealous?” Tear asked softly, raising her brow and narrowingher blue eyes towards the redhead who sat beside her. Asch was the only otherperson beside Jade that she often had trouble reading; he never really toldanyone how he felt nor did he let himself go, and it often caused trouble forherself and Luke whenever he seemed to act in a way that wasn’t exactly himselfas they tended to watch over him, filled with worry. But there was somethingabout this idea that seemed as if she had hit the jackpot.

There wasn’t a response from Asch, who couldn’t seem to look at her without also seeming angry at himself. He didn’t want to feel like this and she could understand that, but there was little that could be done if he didn’t talk to her, right?

Her hand leaned over and hesitantly rest upon his, fingers gently brushing over his knuckles as the room fell into an abyss of silence for a few moments. A rare but only very faint smile curved upon her lips as she looked over to him, almost in a wordless attempt of telling him that it was all okay.

Asch could be protective and his behaviour in doing so was something that she was able to understand. Everything he had loved and cherished had been snatched away from him, and so whenever he was given the opportunity to have something, it was almost expected of him to want to keep it to himself. But he also needed to understand that there were things and people that didn’t plan on leaving him any time soon.

Not wanting to shatter the silence, the fonist stood up from where she sat on the bed beside him, and instead she sat down gracefully on his lap. Her hands guided his head to her shoulder very slowly, with fingers gliding through his hair. He leaned forward, nuzzling his face in the space between her shoulder and her neck.

“… you know, I’m not going anywhere,” she muttered as she looked over to Asch, whose half-lidded gaze had locked with hers.

“I know already.” He sighed against the side of her neck, smirking a little as she bit her lip and as her cheeks began to redden. Wrapping his arms around her waist tightly, he brushed his lips against her neck teasingly once more, and his smirk only widening at the feeling of her tensing up. But after letting out a small chuckle to himself, he returned to leaning against her shoulder, taking in the faint smell of flowers with every breath.

“I-I can’t say I blame you for feeling the way you do. But there’s nothing for you to be jealous over. You and Luke are the most important things have, and I… I l-love you both dearly.” It was hard for her to look towards him, especially since that was the first time she had referred to Asch in such a way. But the hand he rest on top of hers said much more than he could have at that moment.