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onyxedskies · 1 year

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"I hate seeing you like this" for ashez bls 🥺 if you would

anything for you, m'lord *kneels down and kisses your hand platonically*

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He was so, so strong.

The battle had been nearly a week ago, but Ashe's fever hadn't broken. He still writhed in pain, face flushed red, unresponsive to healing magic and antitoxins alike.

"An infection," Mercedes had said, but it wasn't clear to Shez whether that was the truth. From the look on Mercedes' face, she wasn't sure either.

He'd been found in the mud of the battlefield, riddled with wounds, thrown from the back of his horse. It was a miracle he'd survived this long, but that didn't mean he was guaranteed to survive for much longer.

The longer it dragged on, the worse it became.

"I hate seeing you like this," Shez whispered, feeling his voice begin to break. "You're so fucking strong, Ashe, and yet- yet you're still struggling. You deserve better than this. You deserve to have everything good in the world, not- not whatever this is.

"You deserve to be at home with your siblings, cooking dinner and looking out for the kids playing on the street from the window. Not struggling to survive a week-long fever in a medical tent in the middle of this Goddess-forsaken war."

Shez was crying now. Ashe still didn't wake up. He was alive - he could tell that much, with the heat radiating off of him, the flush of his cheeks, the rise and fall of his chest - but barely. He clung to life, fought for it.

He shouldn't have to fight for it while he was asleep. He deserved better than that.

But the fever dragged on. The healing magic didn't make a dent in his recovery. The antitoxins did nothing but nearly make him choke.

Shez felt himself collapse in on himself, still sitting in the infirmary chair. How long had it been since he'd last ate? Slept?

It didn't matter. He wanted to be there when Ashe woke up. Needed to be there.

And so he passed out in the uncomfortable chair, fighting sleep every step of the way.

Mercedes couldn't even find it in her to be upset.

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onyxedskies · 1 year

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this piece is for the wonderful, amazing, beautiful @dazzlerazz’s birthday so everyone go wish them a very happy birthday because they deserve all the love in the world <3

pairing: ashez

word count: 1739

Shez had always loved the stars. When he was a kid, he’d look up at them from his mother’s window, awestruck as she listed out names he’d eventually forget as the years went by. As he grew older, he used them to navigate the roads - or at least tried to. When he joined mercenary companies, the stars were companions, sparkling above them as they stayed up laughing and drinking late into the night.

His first thought when he met Ashe was that he was like the stars. The silver of his hair reminded him of the light cast on the earth during a new moon, the only light on the road from the constellations and galaxies far above. The green of his eyes was the same color as new spring grass, washed out by light cast by a full moon, and the way they sparkled were the stars accompanying it.

He’d fallen in love slowly, and then all at once. Ashe was everything Shez could ever dream of, kind and caring but also so, so strong. He watched him with the kids he found in town, and Goddess, he was so good with them. He watched him on the training grounds, forever awestruck at the strong build he hid beneath his bulky knights garb.

Shez was infatuated with the way his eyes lit up as Ashe talked to him about his passions - the knight stories, his family, his dreams for the future that slowly but surely shifted from “his” to “theirs”. He noticed the way he always stopped whenever he saw violets, even if it was just for a second. He loved the way he always wore the flower crowns the kids they came across gave him, how he pushed Felix’s teasing words away and sometimes went as far to put the crowns on the Duke’s head.

He loved the way he always caught Ashe feeding stray cats extra food on his plate, the way he always put a finger to his lips whenever someone caught him doing it, no matter who it was. (He’d never forget the laughter that shook Ashe and His Majesty’s shoulders simultaneously when Ashe had done it to him. He was glad the King was able to appreciate that little joy, and was glad that Ashe was able to provide it to him.)

He loved the mornings he woke up and Ashe was wearing his shirts, far too big on Ashe’s slim frame, giggling as they tussled in Shez’s attempt to get it back. He loved the rare days the two of them could just exist together without having to worry about a battle or a meeting, and could reasonably take a day off of training.

He loved cooking together, getting flour in Ashe’s hair and Ashe getting flour on his nose. He loved sparring in the rain, laughing as they slipped in the mud, knowing that they couldn’t hurt each other. He loved huddling in their tent in the aftermath, stripping out of their soaked and dirty clothes and watching as Ashe tried to steal his clothes.

He always succeeds, whether Shez notices him doing it or not.

His initial plan was to wait until after the war to propose, but he found himself looking at rings every time a jeweler happened to be among the merchants in town. He found himself looking at the decorative daggers on the walls of the blacksmith, found himself staring at the ones adorning Lord Rodrigue and Margrave Gautier’s belts.

He found himself talking to Mercedes one day as the two of them organized some documents side by side. “You know about the various gemstones that typically go into jewelry, right?”

Mercedes gave him a sly, knowing smile before nodding. “I know some of them, yes. My mother and adoptive father have talked about them in the past. What do you want to know?”

“Well,” Shez said, feeling a blush begin to creep onto his cheeks. “What purple stones would you recommend?”

Mercedes leaned back, thinking. “Hmm… Amethyst is probably going to be the easiest to find, especially as we get closer to Enbarr. If you’re willing to wait until after the war, Iolite is often found in Daphnel territory.”

Shez nodded. “And those would go with silver, yes?”

“And diamonds, if you could find them,” she said, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. “And don’t worry. I won’t tell him.”

Shez looked away from her, feeling his face burn. It wasn’t like they exactly kept their relationship a secret, but for Mercedes to be so certain of what it was?

He supposed it wasn’t entirely surprising, but it was mortifying all the same.

And so he had gone to the next jeweler he found, talking to her quietly with a rough outline of what he wanted it to look like on a piece of parchment, drawn hastily in the dead of night when Ashe was very asleep. She had been happy to help him, telling him that it would likely be ready in approximately two weeks.

He wasn’t sure how much he had paid her. He had no doubt that it was more than she had asked for.

He’d gone to the blacksmith next, ordering the dagger. It was simple, hilt wrapped in purple and blue leather and stamped with violets in silver ink, blade made of sharpened steel. He asked the sheath to have violets made of steel in the same style of the hilt, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly when the blacksmith told him that his special someone was lucky to have him, going so far as to offer a box with a slot for a ring, which Shez had happily paid for

The last part was the hardest.

Ashe didn’t have a living father to ask for his hand, and his older brother had died long before the two had met. He was a knight, though, and so the next logical step was to ask Dimitri for his hand.

Shez spent longer working up the courage to ask Dimitri than he had spent waiting for the ring and dagger to come.

There was only a week and a half before the stormed Enbarr, and Shez was pacing outside the King’s tent, fiddling with the box in his hand. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and counting to ten before stopping and looking at the flap of the tent.

He pulled it up, spotting Dimitri hunched over his desk, working by candlelight. “Your Majesty?”

Dimitri looked up, startled. He smiled when he saw Shez, though the exhaustion was still prominent in his eyes.

“Shez! What do you need?”

Shez laughed awkwardly, holding the box out to Dimitri. “I know this wouldn’t usually go to you, but it only felt right given the circumstances. You’re the King, and Ashe is one of your Knights, after all. I am here to ask for Ashe’s hand in marriage.” Shez had no doubt in his mind that his face was as red as a tomato, but Ashe was worth the mortification. Ashe would always be worth it.

Dimitri grinned as soon as he processed the words, looking from the box to Shez. “You needn’t have asked,” he said. “I know you’ll treat him right, regardless of where life takes the two of you in the future. Of course you can marry him, Shez.”

Shez laughed, relief flooding him. “Thank you,” he said.

“Of course,” Dimitri said, still smiling. “I’m so happy for you two. If you need anything else-”

“What have we said about taking on too many burdens?” Shez asked, cutting him off. Dimitri laughed sheepishly.

“I suppose you’re right,” Dimitri said. “But regardless, I truly am happy for you both.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Shez said. A weight had been lifted from him, and he felt lighter than he had in years.

It took longer than he had hoped to drag up the courage to propose to Ashe, and he ended up waiting for the last possible second. They would be in Enbarr by noon the next morning, the years of war finally coming to a close one way or another.

Ashe and Shez were sitting on top of a hill, basking in the warmth Enbarr provided, happy in each other’s presence. Shez’s heart was beating fast in his chest, adrenaline coursing through him despite the battle not yet being on the horizon.

The box was tucked away in his pocket. He was surprised he had been able to hide it, but he was happy all the same.

He was lying next to Ashe, who was talking animatedly about the most recent story he’d read. His hands flew this way and that as he talked, something Shez found so incredibly endearing.

“Ashe,” Shez said, pulling him from his tangent. “I have a question to ask you.”

“Hm?” Ashe turned slightly, making sure he was able to look Shez right in the eye.

“Listen, I know we’re about to march on Enbarr, and that the future is questionable at most,” Shez said, “but I can’t go into this battle without asking you this. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, no matter what your answer to this question is.”

He could see the gears working in Ashe’s head, and he let out a breathy little laugh as he pulled the box out and opened it, displaying the ring and dagger - both exactly what he had hoped for.

“Ashe Ubert, will you marry me?”

There was silence for a moment, Ashe staring at the box in disbelief and then looking at Shez. He was smiling the widest Shez had ever seen, tears brimming in his eyes.

“Yes,” Ashe breathed. “Yes, Shez, yes.”

Ashe surged forward to kiss Shez, and he discarded the box as their lips met. He clutched at the back of Ashe’s neck, and Ashe had his arms around Shez’s shoulders almost instantaneously.

They broke apart after a moment, and Shez sat up, grabbing the discarded box and grabbing the ring from it and holding it out to Ashe. “May I?”

“Of course,” Ashe said, breathless and giggly. He held out his hand, and Shez slipped it on.

It fit perfectly. Shez leaned in to kiss Ashe again.

There was still another battle to be fought, and a million more fights to be had afterwards. But for now, they were happy, and together. And that was all that mattered.

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