#ashfordcest

[myago]

Alexia/Alfred

[vomitorium29]

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[twincest-ship-of-the-day]

The Twincest Ship of the Day is:

Alexia Ashford & Alfred Ashford from Resident Evil CODE:Veronica!

[the-bar-sinister]

Hello! I came across you recently following a particular issue that arose for me. Though English isn't my first language, I found the writing on your blog extremely readable and your perspectives quite intriguing, so I thought I'd like to hear your thoughts. What are your views on the code;veronica and Alexia/Alfred ship? Alternatively, if you've already written an article on this, I'd be very grateful if you could let me know.

Oh my goodness, I'm so happy to get your message. Thank you so much for the compliment!

I love Alexi and Alfred as a ship! Your art is honestly very inspiring to me, and I know I've liked/reblogged it before, although that may have been on a previous blog that got deleted.

I haven't written any articles, but I have written a handful of very short (drabble) fics about the two of them!

Alike (100 words) by thesavagesabretooth

Queen (100 words) by thesavagesabretooth

Crowning (100 words) by thesavagesabretooth

I hope to write a longer fic about them, some day. Their situation in Code Veronica is so tragic, and I feel so bad for them both.

[megaphonegirlk]

💜 You put your F/O's needs first, and it hurt someone else.

Alfred needed me. It wasn't uncommon, as two sides of the same coin, he needed me as often as I needed him. He was the only one who could possibly understand me, and I the only one who could understand him. The insects churning under my command below meant nothing compared to my brother. We sat together, the carousel above our rooms spinning to the sound of our song, OUR song . I watched as he cried, trying to fight the tears as the horse drawn carriage turned slowly under the tinkling music box's lullaby. Alfred needed me. My expression changes little, but I know he could see it in my eyes. They carried my care for him as I watched him struggle to compose himself. It was father again, as often was the case. Once more he'd reprimanded Alfred. Once more he'd called him a failure. All for the sin of having been born alongside me into the world. Once more he'd wounded my other half while glorifying all that he saw in me. I put my hand on his with a whispered promise. I would always put him first, over the world. Together, we came to the only solution to his hurt. He needed to be free of Father. We needed to be free of him. Father would be hurt, had been hurt, after we bound him to his chair. He hurt when I injected him with the T-Veronica (as predicted, a failure. Another slavering monster. I made extensive notes). He hurt when I told him he would never be human enough to see me harness Veronica to reach our full potential. Our potential. For once the virus was perfected, I would hurt Father's memory by ensuring my brother evolved alongside me. But that didn't matter. Father's hurt was a soothing balm for Alfred. Not 'healing' but soothing the wounds the senior Ashford inflicted upon him. A promise kept. He and I above all else. No matter what. Even if the world had to burn, I would burn it to ashes for him.

[megaphonegirlk]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alexia Ashford/Alfred Ashford Characters: Alfred Ashford, Alexia Ashford, Alexander Ashford Additional Tags: shipcest, Sibling Incest, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Alexia loves her brother, short fic Summary:

Alexia Ashford reflects about Alfred. After a particularly cruel exchange with their father, she comes up with a plan to sooth her brother's wounds.