#prince ash

[queenhelenblackthorn]

Sebastian and the Seelie Queen definitely deserved each other and Ash deserves a new name

[vainful-vanity]

helloooo, if ur requests are open, can you write a asch x fem!reader and the reader is a rare species of daemos not effected by the war that posses power that can be obtained by blood. Asch doesnt want to harm her(loves her) but he needs more power. ANGST!! And please dont end by him killing her 😭

M.I.D ୨ৎ : ꒰ ─⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧Asch/Ash ୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ x Daemos! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Blood, Daemos, Magic, War

A/N: I just stared at this questioning myself i'm so tired of writing GRRRRRRR thats a lie I love it

Summary: Asch x rare daemos! reader story

╰┈➤ ⸝⸝★ My Street & My Inner Demons ୭ ˚.

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ The war never touched you the way it touched the rest of Daemos... but it got to your people before you. That alone was enough to condemn you

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ While magic rotted in the veins of the kingdom and Daemos started to lack without it, your blood remained untouched. It shimmered beneath your skin, warm and alive, carrying an ancient magic that did not draw from land or crown or spell circles, but from the self

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Your kind had existed long before Daemos relied on the world to sustain it. You were bloodbound Daemos, born as living reservoirs in case the kingdom ever failed itself and when it did, your clan paid the price

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ They were taken one by one under the excuse of necessity. Elders drained. Warriors bled dry. Children hidden and still found. By the time the war reached its worst, your people were no longer spoken of as Daemos at all, but as a solution. A cure. A resource. You were the last surviving echo of a species already written into extinction

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Asch knew this but he loved you anyway. The war chamber was thick with heat and ash when you confronted him. He stood at the head of the table, hands braced against stone etched with failing sigils, shoulders tight beneath the weight of a crown he never wanted. His magic flickered dangerously low, unstable, barely restrained beneath his skin. Daemos needed power. Everyone knew it. Everyone knew where it could be found. You...

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ “They met again,” you said, your voice steady despite the way your chest ached. “The council. Rahl.” Asch didn’t look up. “I know.” “They want my blood.” His jaw clenched. “They will not have it.” You stepped closer, anger finally breaking through grief. “You say that, but you stand here and let them believe there’s a choice. You let them think my life is negotiable.”

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ He turned then, eyes blazing, desperation carved deep into his features. “Do you think I haven’t threatened them? Do you think I don’t hear them chanting for salvation while looking at you like a blade waiting to be used?” “Then why haven’t you ended it?” you demanded. “Why haven’t you told them no?” Because the truth sat between you like a wound because Daemos was dying and you were not

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ You pulled the dagger from your belt before he could stop you. Steel flashed in the torchlight, and Asch’s breath caught sharply in his throat “Don’t,” he said. You dragged the blade across your palm with a swift motion staring at him

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ The cut burned, sharp and clean, but the pain was nothing compared to the silence that followed the heartbeat where Asch realized what you were about to show him. Your blood spilled freely

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Liquid light poured from your hand, radiant and alive, glowing so brightly it illuminated the chamber like dawn breaking through ash. The air thrummed, magic roaring awake, responding to your blood as if it had been waiting centuries to be acknowledged. Each drop that hit the stone hissed softly, burning faint runes into the floor

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Asch stumbled back, horror written across his face. “No… gods, no…” “This is what they want,” you said, tears slipping down your cheeks as your hand trembled. “This is my clan reduced to light and usefulness. This is the power you need.”

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ He reached for you, then stopped himself, hands shaking violently. “I would never take it,” he said, voice breaking. “I would die first.” “And if your death kills Daemos?” you asked softly. “If the kingdom falls because you couldn’t choose?” The words shattered him

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Before he could answer, a horn blared through the kingdom Long. Low. Final. An execution call. Your execution

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Asch turned toward the sound in terror. “Rahl.... he’s moved too fast or his wife convinced him...” Your heart pounded as understanding settled in. There would be no trial. No debate. They were done waiting for him to decide

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ You closed your bleeding hand, the glow dimming but never fading. “Then this is goodbye,” you whispered. He grabbed you then, desperate, pressing his forehead to yours. “Leave,” he begged. “Please. I can’t protect you from them” “And that’s the answer,” you said gently, heartbreak lacing every word. “You won’t kill me. But you won’t save me either.” The chamber doors burst open before he could reply

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Lady Grandma stood there, cane striking the stone with authority that froze Ash is guards. Her eyes flicked to your blood, glowing still between your fingers, and hardened with fury “Enough,” she snapped. “The child will not die for this kingdom’s cowardice.”

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ She seized your wrist, ignoring the golden blood soaking into her sleeve, and slammed her cane against the floor. Ancient runes flared to life, ripping open the air itself. Wind roared through the chamber as a portal tore open behind you, bright and violent

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Asch shouted your name panicked while You turned back to him one last time, memorizing his face, the man who loved you but could not choose you in time. “I loved you,” you said softly. “In every way I was allowed to exist.” yet the portal wrapped around you when you turned

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ It snapped shut with a thunderous crack, leaving nothing but scorched stone and the fading echo of your magic. Asch stared tense while lady grandma glanced over to Asch “we speak nothing of this” Daemos never saw you again. Rahl’s or well his wifes decree failed. The bloodbound Daemos did not end in extinction, but in disappearance but even with a lack of them they moved to the next source humans

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ A groan came from you as you dropped into a world that was unknown

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ You gasped for air, tense beneath the scorching heat, as you looked around at the towering buildings. A girl’s voice cut through the haze. “OMG are you okay?”

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ You froze, staring at her as worry etched across her face “You’re bleeding! let me help you” Every instinct screamed to fight, but you were too tired… too drained. When she reached for your hand, you didn’t pull away staring at the girl

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗“I’m Ava,” she said softly. You stared at her before answering, your voice shaking tiredly “I’m… [Name].” “Well, [Name], let me help you out.” She offered a small smile. “Nice cosplay, by the way!”

[randomdrawin]

Ash from my inner demons! I love this dude.

WHEN IS SEASON 2 GONNA COME OUT.

[yeet-mcgee]

Ristar and Prince Ash being dumbasses (affectionate)

[ask-the-koopa-family]

Let me tell you about Princess Arid's story.... (part 2/2)

((Annnnnd thats it for her story! hope you like it!!!))

#princessarid

#supermarioocs

#supermario

[jkags-doodles]

In which I am predictable

Fic concept where Puck has had respiratory issues ever since Meghan met them that are in the category of ~eh, mostly under control, and she’s learned not to question, up until circa the Iron Bug plotline/her and Puck exploring the possibility of romance, at which point their random coughing fits merge into coughing up blood. Which. Concerning. But Puck insists it’s fine. And when she brings it up to nurse Stacy she looks long suffering and pitying but not like it’s unusual, just talks about upping Puck’s treatment.

Cut to book 3 at Leanansidhe’s safehouse, Meghan and Ash are fully in their romance era, Puck is helping train Meghan. They’re at a weird impasse where Meghan isn’t mad at Robbie anymore but hasn’t really forgiven them or addressed the issue. Coughing fits are worsening, Meghan really wishes Puck would address them, and

Wait are those flowers.

(They’re forget-me-nots, specifically.)

Oh my god you have Hanahaki, Meghan says.

Literally shut the fuck up, Puck says.

Oh my god, your love for me is killing you isn’t it, Meghan says.

I will pay you 20 American dollars to pretend you didn’t see this, Puck says.

I’m a terrible person for not being able to requite your feelings, Meghan says, spiraling.

It’s not for you, don’t worry about it, Puck says.

Wait what? Meghan says, because this love triangle has been consuming nearly every thought in her brain and the idea of Robbie having an active social life outside of her is admittedly kinda weird, which she’s going to unpack later.

Puck proceeds not to tell her who they love and why it’s killing them, just that it’s been like this for a while and sometimes gets better/sometimes gets worse, PLEASE don’t ask pressing questions, this is totally normal for them and they’re used to it and it’s not going to stop them from being helpful. So it’s fine.

Meghan tells Ash, because she’s gotta. Ash is trying to timeline it out because oh god his best friend is dying if Puck dies from this then he won’t get to avenge Ariella, so he has to figure out who it’s for and how to solve it like Right Now, Fuck the Iron Kingdom, who is it for and why has it been going on for so long, and why is Puck so unconcerned about it. One thing leads to another, Meghan winds up going well Puck and Leanansidhe seem close, so maybe she’ll know.

Lea I will give you 25 American dollars not to be a snitch, Puck says.

Wow. All three of you are baby idiots, Lea says, who’s been watching her horrible little sibling figure do the equivalent of breathing in weedkiller incense for about 3 centuries and hoping it kills their forget-me-not garden faster than it kills the rest of their body. It’s very clearly for Prince Ash. They developed it within the same year Ash swore his murder oath.

Turns out being in close contact with the person who swore to kill you and that you have a terminal flower disease for is not an ideal position to be in. And Puck’s illness has progressed much more quickly than it had been for the past three centuries with everything that’s gone down. So Stacilia’s treatment has been falling behind.

You all suck, Puck says, bordering on tears and/or hysteric laughter. And it’s not like I like him romantically anyway so it hardly matters anymore, he doesn’t care for friendship when there’s a girl to fall in love with. Let me tend my shitty flower garden in peace.

Which. Rude. But not an entirely inaccurate reading of the situation.

There are no easy ways out of this.

[ryunumber]

ash from hell yeah wrath of the dead rabbit?

Prince Ash does not have has a Ryu Number of 2.

(CORRECTION: Per @kchasm, a minigame cameo gives Ash a Ryu Number.)

[j-marlowe]

Canon be dammed Trans masc Ash is living rent free in my brain. The favorite son who worked so much harder for that station.

The fact his brother's weaponize the fact they see him as too emotional for the winter court. The cold mask he puts on is both for his faimly and the version of masculinity they put upon him.

Bonus Puck and Ariella were some of the first people he told