Hey there. I'm Melly & hope you'll like my first fanfiction here. I made a post on tumblr about Pash & it escalated quickly, people wanted a fanfic about it so I volunteered to do so. I love reviews without them I'd get easily insecure :) So I hope you'll like it
It is gruesome, unbearable. His eyes stare at the motionless body but his mind isn't able to understand what he sees, there's just blood dropping from crimson hair to the ground and light less eyes staring nowhere. He tries to crawl to the corpse but get's kicked away from a slim silhouette, he feels how his fingers let go of his sword, then a paralyzing pain strikes through his back. Ash looks up into two mad blue-green eyes focused on him. The girl smirks devilish at the winter fey while she raises his own ice sword and let's it bash down the neck of the already dead summer prankster. The blood covers the white wedding gown of the gorgeous girl. The disgusting taste of Ash's hatred tickles on his tongue as he jumps up to stab into her horrible heart with an ice knife while she raises his sword again. Both thrust the blades into each others hearts.
"You were supposed to love me! But I always knew you'd be the death of me, Ash!", the silver-haired girl gasps before she falls to the ground. Ash smiles and whispers:" But I'll always love another person." His eyes turn as dead as the emerald ones, he is fixated on, in his last breath.
Ash's eyes split open and he wheezes sweating, while processing this disturbing nightmare. Meghan lies peacefully beside him, not noticing his sudden shock. Her sun gold hair is messy and covers her nose while her arms hold a pillow which reminds him of a child holding it's favorite plush toy.
The former winter prince snorts and leaves the bed, going on the balcony from where he looks to the wyldwoods direction. The memory is clearer than anything else. That very day he likes to look back now and then:
It was a great day for a hunt. The unseelie prince prepared his faery-horse and the hunting dogs before he made his way to the edge of the winter court. Mab gave him some free days without any demands because she wasn't really caring about him right now and prefered to spend time with her newest toy Rowan brought her from the human world: A young girl who wrote stories about winter's beauty. She would most likely write about how terrible it was if she'd ever made it back to her home. But her future didn't seem that bright, Ash knew that. He sighed about his brother's attempts of becoming the favorite son again. So pitiful and weak.
Suddenly the dogs detected a promising scent and started barking while running into the wyldwood. Ash made his horse gallop and followed them with a smirk. There was no creature he couldn't catch!
The trees flew by and weak fey disappeared quickly when they saw him, on the way he noticed some of his dogs laying dead on the ground, cut open. The wounds didn't seem like an animals work, so he knew he was chasing a person. Immediately he sped up and arrived on a meadow where even more dead hunting dogs laid. A crimson haired faery fought them off so easily as if they were just nasty flies. One by one they fell on the ground while the daggers of their opponent flashed in the sunlight, moving too fast for ordinary people to see.
But Ash did and he had to confess he was impressed. The hunting dogs were raised and trained by the best hunters of the unseelie realm including Ash himself, so just a very skilled fighter could kill them off like that.
The last dog fell dead to the ground and the redhead looked up, having a huge sassy smirk on his face and glowing green eyes. "Sorry for your puppies, but dogs must stay on the leash this season or you have to pay for the infringement.", he joked and remained in fight position.
"Who are you?", Ash demanded to know growling while studying the summer fey carefully. Maybe even too carefully."Me? Oh please! Don't act like you have no idea, icy highness. My face get's recognized everywhere. Oh, don't ask how I know who you are, it's obvious! You have the same face as Queen Grumpy Ice: Skin pale as snow, lips red as blood, hair black as night...but not singing joyfully with the birds like our dear, dear Snow White.", the seemingly seelie fey responded with cheer, and winked provoking. "Oh! How could I be so silly and not recognize Oberons fool. Robin Goodfellow the infamous trickster. What a sad pleasure to finally meet you.", the winter prince answered with a dark smile still studying the redhead intensely. " Your look is a little too amazed, princeling. But I can understand what a spectrum it must be to see the joker of your bedtime stories in real."