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Asella: Can you look past my scars to see what I truly am?

Ship: Asella

Pairing: Drusilla Blackthorn/Ash Morgenstern

Tags: betrayal, romance, love, happy ending, sweet

fandom: TMI/TDA

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The day Ash laid eyes on Drusilla Blackthorn, he knew he had found someone to love and be friends with. Most people thought he was crazy with the "love at first sight", as mundanes liked to call it, and he knew it was an odd feeling but he knew she was the one. She wasn't scared like most people were with him. Being the son of Jonathan Morgenstern and the Queen of Seelie didn't help him in that department. All the people he met either wanted to kill him or feared him. Even his own family. His aunt hated him and she had tried quite a few times to throw him in jail or....even worse, give him over to the clave. And....that hurt, to know someone hated him so much that they'd let him be tortured by people who hated Downworlders and their half-breeds.

It burned a part in him that he didn't know if he could ever heal. He wanted with all his heart to fix the mistakes of his parents. To step out of their shadows and be his own person. To make his own destiny. To be allowed the right that everyone else was allowed but he wasn't. He had a mission from birth to fix what his family had done and he promised that he would. But doing it and saying it was so different that it was hard to actually do what he wanted. To clear the Morgenstern name for his children and their children and destroy the cycle that he was trapped in. Break the curse over the Morgenstern name. Yet, it was so much harder than one believed. Since everyone he met hated him with such a vile passion, of course, it would be hard. Just the mention of his family's name brought fear so deep it would take years to fix. But he would fix it, even if he had to die to fight for that name. He wouldn't back out and change his mind like so many of his family members. To be ashamed of his birthright would be like when he finally got his fey marks. It would be like cutting them out like a disease. He wouldn't. He would bare them proudly even if the cold peace still raged on. Once in a while, he would meet a person who was not scared but open and willing to accept change like he had when he met the Blackthorns. He would fight and he would keep going to make his family proud. To make the Blackthorns proud as they were so very kind to him. He pushed on to make them proud, to fix his father's name, to be something more. Something worthy of the title he was born into. Something....different.

He hated it, being born a half breed. Never being able to fit in with either of his kind. The fey feared him for being the son of the queen and the Shadowhunters hated him for being the son of their worst enemy. The evilest man they'd ever met. He wasn't even eighteen when he died. No, Ash didn't want that life. He just wanted his father back. He wanted his parents to be normal and have a regular life. That's not something he'd get, being born how he was. He was just not meant for this world. He was too powerful; too mixed; too different. It hurt him to not be able to fit in with either of his species. To be on the outside, looking in. For a fey Shadowhunter, there was only a few ever born. Hellen and Mark being the only other two alive and they came nowhere near close to his power. Yet, if he could he would love to trade places with either of them. But he could not because this was his birthright and he, alone, would fight it. Sometimes it was hard to have his family look at him with such hatred and fear and disgust. because He was simply born, he didn't ask for it. Honestly, he didn't even want it. He just wanted to be him. He just wanted to live quietly and simply, without the fuss of being who he was. Yet what he wanted and what we got were so different it was almost crazy. But there was never any use to fussing about it. He just had to get it done and over with.

When he had finally convinced his mother to let him come into the real world and leave fey, he first went to the New York Institute. He went to meet his aunts and uncles and hopefully his grandparents. Well, his step-grandfather and his grandmother as well. All he was met with was anger, fear, hatred, and surprise. Not at all what he wanted. Not what he deserved. Well, he guessed that's what he deserved after all. It was his fault, right? He had come too soon. He had not yet proven himself worthy of his name. All his aunt Clary did was try to throw him in jail. He didn't understand why he loved her. He just wanted to be a part of her family. He didn't want her to hate him. He just wanted her love but all she did was throw him out, saying "if you ever come back I'll call the cohort on you and then you'll be sorry..." which was cruel; mean. She knew that the cohort wanted only one thing and that was to kill all the downworlders. To destroy them, put them in camps, treat them like animals. What would they do to a half-breed, the son of Jonathan Morgenstern? The son of the Seelie queen and the only living heir to the throne. The only King of Fey. No, it wouldn't be good. Of course not, but that's what his aunt promised. She hated him that much, but why?