Esha♡

Writer. Birb mom. Future law student.

About

Hi, I’m Esha! I’m 24, a writer with a love for language, a mild obsession with structure, and a growing interest in law. I spend a lot of time thinking about how people say things without really saying them, and how we all follow little rules we don’t always talk about. That kind of thinking slips into my writing a lot, especially when I’m digging into power dynamics, emotional repression, or characters making terrible decisions for deliciously complicated reasons.Most of what I write consists of character-driven stories that are messy, layered, and usually explicit. Sometimes I’m exploring identity and control through kink and tension. Other times, I’m just writing pure smut because it’s fun and hot and makes my brain light up like a microwave.

Chuuya Nakahara, the loml (unfortunately fictional ˙◠˙).

Lately my brain has been completely taken over by Bungou Stray Dogs, and I’m having the time of my life falling down that rabbit hole. My absolute favorite character is Chuuya, and I am shamelessly obsessed with him. The temper, the loyalty, the dramatic personality, the fashion, the sheer intensity of him as a character… it’s all extremely important to me now.Because of that, I’m also very invested in the relationship between Chuuya and Dazai. Their dynamic scratches every storytelling itch I have. They have history, rivalry, chaos, emotional tension, and the kind of understanding that only comes from knowing someone far too well. In my heart Chuuya is the top and Dazai is the disaster he constantly has to deal with... (˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)I’m also extremely fond of the dynamic between Poe and Ranpo. Their relationship is just ridiculously fun to me. I love the version where Poe is the devoted, slightly obsessive one who would absolutely rewrite reality for Ranpo, while Ranpo gets to be the smug little genius at the center of Poe’s entire world.At this point BSD has completely taken over my imagination. Even though I haven’t written for the fandom yet, the dynamics and relationships have been living in my head nonstop lately, so a lot of my current creative energy is happily orbiting that world right now~ (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Artwork by Etherael. Used with permission.

That being said, the real rulers of my life are not fictional men but my two cockatiels. They are loud, dramatic, endlessly curious, and far too smart for their tiny bodies. Caring for them is a huge part of my life, and they teach me a lot about trust, communication, joy, and the quiet kinds of love that show up in everyday moments. If I’m not writing, I’m probably singing to them, talking to them like tiny roommates, or letting them march across my keyboard like they pay rent. They don’t, but I let it slide.When I’m not being supervised by birds, I also love being part of fandom communities. I enjoy meeting other writers, talking about craft and narrative choices, and sharing the strange collective brainrot that happens when everyone falls in love with the same fictional disaster at the same time.Through that, I’ve become involved in a number of fandom events and zines, both as a contributor and sometimes helping organize things behind the scenes. I love the collaborative energy of those projects, whether that means writing, working with artists, or helping guide things so everyone can create together. Watching a group of people come together around shared enthusiasm for the same stories is honestly one of my favorite parts of fandom.Anyway, this is just a little corner where I keep my writing, socials, and updates on the projects and events I’m involved in. If you’re here because you enjoy complicated characters, chaotic ships, and stories that lean a little intense or emotional, then you’re probably in the right place. Thanks for stopping by! (✿◠ᴗ◠)—esha ♡

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Writing

Each story leaves something behind. This page holds my most recent one.

Title: sweetness is a liability
Author: captivatedintrovert
Status: Completed
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Ship: AppleRadio (Lucifer/Alastor)
✎ Omegaverse | Elevator Sex | M-rated | Explicit

Summary:Alastor was supposed to finish his shift, clock out, and get home before his heat broke loose. That was the plan.But when the elevator stalls between floors and he finds himself trapped in a mirrored box with the wrong alpha at the worst possible moment, there’s nowhere left to hide. The suppressants are wearing off. The scent blockers are failing. And Lucifer Morningstar smells like every terrible idea Alastor’s ever had.He just has to stay calm. Keep his distance. Ignore the heat.Easy, right?(He was wrong. So, so wrong.)

Excerpt:

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“I can smell you,” Lucifer said softly. He didn’t say it like a threat, or even like a tease. He said it the way someone might comment on the weather, as if it were merely a fact. As if it were already too late to pretend otherwise.“Don’t,” Alastor said, too fast, too rough. He gripped the rail at his side. “Don’t say shit like that.”Lucifer didn’t move. But he didn’t stop, either.“You’ve been fighting it all night,” he said softly. “I could taste it on you at the bar. Sweet little thing, trying so hard to act like none of it’s happening.”Alastor turned, finally, more out of necessity than defiance. Standing with his back to Lucifer was starting to feel like inviting teeth into his spine, and his body was too warm, too exposed, too tightly strung to endure it. He faced him fully, shoulders held level on sheer stubbornness, chest rising a shade too fast, mouth drawn into something taut and silent.When he spoke, the words had to be forced past clenched teeth.“I am not sweet.”

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Curious to find out what happens next? You can read the full story here. Thanks for stopping by. I really appreciate it! 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯