#ashe writes

[theashemarie]

starting 2026 with a oneshot bc i needed to feel a sense of accomplishment

i put pearl and marina in a cafe again. you know how it is

☕️💫 https://archiveofourown.org/works/76908536

[green-bean-sprout]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Felix Hugo Fraldarius/Sylvain Jose Gautier, Felix Hugo Fraldarius & Mercedes von Martritz Characters: Felix Hugo Fraldarius, Sylvain Jose Gautier, Mercedes von Martritz Additional Tags: Febuwhump 2026, Hanahaki Disease, except i take some liberties with the "rules" of the trope, Vomiting, Blood, ig that's par for the course with hanahaki but Seriously don't read if you're squeamish abt blood or vomiting, Repression, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Confessions Series: Part 2 of febuwhump 2026 Summary:

Febuwhump day 14: hanahaki disease

Felix chokes on his feelings in the most literal sense.

[ashyronfire]

We Are Like The Living Dead || Chapter 17: You've got my body, flesh and bone

Title: Chapter 17 - You've got my body, flesh and bone Rating: M Characters: Nightmare King Grimm, The Hollow Knight, The Knight/Ghost, Hornet, Grimmchild Relationships: Nightmare King Grimm/The Hollow Knight Series: we are like the living dead Warnings: Gore, Body Horror, Themes of Death, some innuendo, Post-Dream No More (sort of), THK is Not Nice, Nebulous and Unreliable Narrator, Self-Destructive Tendencies

Summary:

There was no tension in their body. Just perfect stillness, the kind that came from a creature that did not need to draw breath. Still. Like a corpse. In some ways, that was what they were. By virtue of their third parent. Something living but not at all alive.

Author’s Notes: HELP IT HAS BEEN A YEAR????

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[ashethehedgehog]

My fic for the @akeshuakeevents Tanabata Big Bang! Go check it out if ya want!

[moogaiashe]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Got tagged by @lathez

(I don't have very many friends so I can't really tag anyone else)

Havent been working on much recently. I did wanna start writing some stuff tho, so maybe yall can have some of that. However, I usually don't post this stuff :P

So here is some lore for my OC Eden that ive recently sketched out

ft. I Love You So(I like the acoustic version better) by The Walters!!

Also I've decided to leak my writing too gang it's lowk shit but fuck it we ball

Eden woke up to her husband’s loud snoring. She sighed, crawling out of bed carefully. After last night, she didn’t dare wake him. She gave him a kiss on the forehead, whispered I love you, and walked into the washroom. She looked at her bare body in the mirror, littered with bruises.  I wish I could just stop loving him, she thought. As she filled up the bathtub, she took out a towel. The water was steaming, but it didn’t burn as much as her emotions. Eden didn’t know how to deal with them; and it stung.  As the water ran through her hair, she thought of every way she could leave him. But as it fell back into the tub, she remembered every good memory she had with him. Eden didn’t even notice her tears until she heard herself sobbing. How does this hurt her so much? She’s just dealing with what every other woman does. Does that make her weak?

I was gonna write more but my husband got home and now I'm distracted. so that's all u get. Happy WIP Wednesday guys

[ashelexa]

With you

Kaeya x reader

Reverse comfort? (Reader comforts Kaeya.) Spoilers for Kaeya's past I guess? Soft Kaeya and protective reader.

I've never really written something like this before so please don't judge me if it's bad lol!!

Fear courses through you body as the words leave your lovers mouth. Questions build up deep inside your brain, opening your mouth only to close it once again, not sure what to say first.

There before you stood Kaeya Alberich. You had never seen him look so vulnerable as he held his discarded eye patch in his left hand. His eyes were cast to the ground, the left one being the most beautiful sapphire color. The right a deep rich gold, similar to the color of mora.

"What do you mean?" You finally ask, voice timid and small as you try to process what he had just told. Kaeya, the man who protected Mondstadt, the one who always held a bright smile, just told his big dark secret. Something he viewed to be part of his ugly past. The truth behind his heritage.

Normally the information wouldn't have changed anything, but then when he said he was sent as a child to be a spy, the questions began to form. Anger, but not directed at him, bubbling up deep in the pit of your stomach.

Kaeya lifts his head slowly, rubbing the back of his neck and chuckling sheepishly.

"Well this is definitely not the reaction I expected. Are you-"

"Who else knows?"

You cut him off before he can continue. He blinks at you once, twice, before sighing and hanging his head once again. He clicks his tongue before sitting down on the edge of your shared bed.

"Why does it matter?" He questions, tilting his head. You finally look at him properly, admiring him. Kaeya had always been handsome, some would say even beautiful. His dark blue locks hang gently over his shoulders.

You flick your gaze over his face before finally settling on his newly exposed eye. There was a light scar running over the dark skin there, and you refrain from reaching out and caressing it, opting to simply walk over and place yourself next to him.

"Kae, I need to know who else knows." You say gently, taking his gloved hand in yours. It's at that moment you realize he's shaking slightly. He sharply exhales out his nose, before closing his eyes.

"Diluc is the only other one." He says softly, squeezing your hand before continuing.

"He found out the night I got my Vision. The same night my whole life went to shit."

It was then that Kaeya tells you the story of how his own biological father had left him at the dawn winery, his last words being "you are our only hope.". As Kaeya continued to talk, you started to feel more protective towards the man sitting next to you.

As he finishes he goes quiet, waiting for your response, waiting for you to react in a similar way to his brother. Expecting you to run to acting grand master Jean and tell her about his dark secrets.

"Oh Kaeya." You whisper before wrapping your arms gently around him, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He stiffens at the contact, eyes widening as you pull away.

"Thank you for telling me. I can't imagine what it's been like for you, but I want you to know I will always be here for you."

You gently cup his face with your warm hands, staring deep into his mismatched eyes. He searches your face for a sign that you're not telling the truth, that as soon has he falls asleep you'll run away in fear.

But he finds none. The only emotions he sees written on your face are love, and compassion. The raw emotion pulls at his heart strings and makes tears well up in his beautiful orbs.

Pulling your body closer to his Kaeya let's out a sigh, feeling the weight of the world being lifted off his shoulders. You card your hands gently through his hair, feeling the man in your arms take deep breaths.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." He mumbles into your shoulder, nuzzling deeper into your warmth. He kisses the skin of your neck softly, feeling as if words are not enough.

You rub your hands gently over his back, whispering reassuring words into his ear. His words of how Diluc had reactied ring in your ear, and once again a surge of protectiveness courses through your body.

For now you push it away though, for all that matters now it Kaeya laying his head on your shoulder. You pull away from him, staring into his beautiful eyes again. Without warning, you press your lips onto his.

Kaeya responds almost immediately, grabbing your cheeks gently, before caressing them with his thumbs. Love is the only thing driving this kiss, and once again, Kaeya wants to cry.

Kaeya never thought he truly had a home. Felt as though he could never belong in the City of Freedom. But here in your arms, he likes to think he has finally found one with you.

(Pls I love this man so much I just wanna hold him in my arms and smooch all over his pretty face ufishsid)

[unitedstatesofeurasia]

another generic creative about loss of someone who is still alive i suppose

Herbs.

Sometimes when I cook, I think about how much better the food tasted when you were the one holding the pan.

I take a spoon from the drawer, that was always ‘yours’. The curve was just right, the handle was the right weight. It was perfect for you, my love. My kitchen was more yours than my own.

And sometimes when I can’t find the right herb, I think about how you would move things. The frustration I felt then turns so somber. Because I long to open the kitchen, to find paprika in the glassware cupboard.

Any anger I felt then, weighs so heavy on my heart now.

Because everything will be exactly where I left it, no trace of your hands. All the jars are cold and untouched.

All my food tastes bland, it lacks the love and life you gave it. All the spices, all the deep earthy flavour notes or fiery capsaicin tones. I can’t taste them. Each meal is just a filler, something to keep me going.

As elusive as it is, love is the best herb. Passion and longing is what separates the gourmet from the processed mulch.

That being said, I long for our next meal.

[biblically-accurate-soup]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Relationship: Gen (None)

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: Coming Out, Character Study, Queer Themes, TOG Calendar 2021 - June

Summary:

Outsider.

Strange.

Other.

Yura Ha had been categorized as those things for as long as she could remember.

Word Count: 3129

Chapters: 1/1 (One Shot)