Hi! I wanna write more Fairy Queen Jason stuff, so I'm spamming your inbox with my lovely bullshit. NOT historically accurate. I'm a fanfic writer, not a historian. Plus it's fantasy, so blah. I realized halfway though that I'm practically taking you hostage and forcing you to read my fic, but that's life. Ce'st La Vie.
When he was a young boy, Jason had to watch as his daddy and his crew were caught stealing from a lord and sentenced to prison. Not long after, his mommy fell victim to an opioid addiction, spending what little money the pair could scrounge up.
Before his daddy had left, had been taken away, his mommy sold her weaving. But she hadn't taken to the loom in a while, preferring to stay in bed, only leaving to scrounge up more drugs. Six-year-old Jason had tried to pick up the slack, but his uncoordinated hands couldn't quite get the job done.
Without money, Jason found his mommy getting sicker and sicker as Jason grew hungrier and hungrier. She told him he had to get her medicine, shoving him out the door of their hovel.
For an hour or so, Jason just observed the sights of the city. In the market, he saw adults take out purses of coins and exchange them for mouthwatering delicacies. He saw kids his age take the same food while the shopkeepers turned away.
Jason might've only been six, but he knew better to steal. But his stomach growled.
Frowning, he picked up a stone from the ground and pictured what the coins looked like. He liked the gold one. People always gave you more things if you had the gold one. And it was pretty.
His daddy warned him not to do this, but he wasn't here, and Jason was so hungry. He watched as the stone shaped itself properly, turning gold. He saw the crown's emblem form.
Satisfied with his prize, Jason ran through the market, stopping at a stand with bread and other baked goods.
"Hi there, young man!" The person manning the stall, a stout older woman, called to him as he admired the goods.
"Hi," Jason mumbled, reaching up and placing his coin on the table. "Can I have a bread?" he asked.
A little taken aback, the woman took the coin in hand, checking every angle and finishing off by giving it a bite. "How much bread?" she asked.
"Uhm..." Jason paused, "Two bread?" He held out a hand with two fingers pointed up.
The woman smiled, wrapping up two loaves before reaching into her own purse and coming out with four silver coins and eight bronze. "And here's your change," she passed him the coins, not even fitting in his tiny hands.
"Wow!" Jason smiled. "Than' you!" He tucked the coins into his pockets, weighing down his already baggy pants. He grabbed the bread and ran home.
Maybe the bread would help Mommy feel better!
She was asleep as he creeped back into their house. He placed a loaf of bread in the bed with her, sitting opposite the sleeping woman and digging into his own loaf.
It was the best thing he'd ever tasted! And so warm.
He quickly filled his stomach as he waited for his mommy to wake up.
"Peter?" she murmured sleepily. "Where did you get that bread?"
He'd grinned, "A nice lady gave it to me, 'long with some 'chains'," he proudly displayed his coins to his mom. "So we can get more breads 'n even apples 'n meats 'n other tasty things!"
Her eyes widened. "How'd you pay for the bread?"
"Uhm..." Jason sheepishly rubbed his neck, "Daddy said not 'ta, but I made a coin. The pretty one,"
"Oh, baby," Mommy said gently, as she took the coins and tucked them away, "It's okay,"
"Really?" Jason had asked.
"Of course, baby. Maybe you can make more," she reached out to place her hand on his face, gently wiping off some dirt that had been there since good knows when. "You can buy Jason and Mommy all sorts of tasty things. But make sure to bring back all your change,"
"We can't buy things with the 'chains'?" Jason asked.
"No, baby. Mommy will hold onto it, keep it safe,"
Jason had trusted her. She was his mommy, after all.
For a few months, he was buying food with stones and leaves and whatever else Jason could find, and bringing the change home to Mommy. She was a lot sleepier, but she seemed happier. Like when she got her medicine.
But not all good things can last. One day, Jason got home from the market, holding a small basket of apples. His mommy was asleep on the bed. He made to shake her awake as he always did, but she wouldn't move.
"Mommy?" He tasted salt. "Mommy, wake up!" A sinking feeling took hold in his heart. He couldn't feel her. She wasn't warm anymore.
"She's not gonna wake up," a voice came from behind him. "She's dead,"
"No!" Jason sobbed, not turning around. "Mommy's not dead," he insisted.
A hand grabbed his shoulder and Jason spun around with a growl in his throat. It was one of Daddy's friends, and he wasn't alone.
"I've been hearing some interesting things," he gave a bone-chilling smile. "A little boy, no more than six, going into the market, paying only in gold coins,"
Jason was silent. His heart dropped a mile.
"The description sounded familiar, so I had to make sure of it. Where are you getting the money, Peter?"
"I made it," his voice was quiet, it came out barely a squeak.
"Can you make me some?" the man had asked him, his voice deceptively gentle.
Jason, nearly petrified, nodded. He took a bronze coin, from his change, and focused. Opening his fist, the man was stunned.
"Magic," he muttered. His gaze hardened. "We can make a pretty penny from selling this witch-boy," he declared to the rest of Daddy's friends.
Jason's breathing quickened. He needed to get out of there. A lightheaded feeling overcame him as the friends made to grab him. I wanna be somewhere safe! he thought, shutting his eyes as vertigo overcame him.
Jason was hungry and scared. He knew he was in a 'woods', as the grown-ups called it, but he'd never been to a 'woods' before. He wandered around for a little while, hoping to see something familiar, like the market! Were there markets in woods?
He was getting tired. His stomach rumbled angrily, mourning the basket of apples left at home. Were there apples in woods?
Suddenly, a thud. Just in front of him, an older boy appeared. He looked funny. But... soft. His legs were covered in fur, and in his hair were nubby horns. He looked like a baby goat. He saw those at the market, sometimes. He'd always wanted to pet one! Jason leaped forward, burrowing his face in the goat-boy's fur.
The boy let out a bleat of surprise, causing Jason to look up at his cherubic face.
"I'm scared!" Jason had cried. "Where's my mommy?"
Jason had known he was being stupid, but he had to hope. This was an impossible place full of impossible things, and he came here in an impossible way. Maybe his mommy was impossibly okay.
The boy had comforted him, he fed him, he sat with him for hours as they chatted. He wondered if it could be like this forever; he'd never had a friend like this before.
Eventually, the goat-boy was called for dinner, but he happily took Jason along with him. He learned that the boy's name was Dick, and that he lived in a big castle with his guardian, and that he had a very nice, very fancy sorta grampa.
That night, Dick's guardian had become Jason's dad. He'd given Jason his new name, and he promised to teach him everything he wanted to learn.
Jason wasn't convinced he hadn't died and gone to heaven.
Ten years passed, and Jason was sent away to a magic conservatory located in the human realm. Specifically, Nanda Parbat. There, he trained along talented warriors and assassins as he was taught how to harness his powers.
He proved himself on the battlefield, his body strengthening along with his mind and his sorcery. He fought alongside his Mistress, the woman who oversaw his lessons. He learned she was... Close to his dad. He learned that he had another brother.
Years passed and Jason only grew stronger. But, soon enough, he started to get a sinking feeling deep in his soul, accompanied by lethargy and ungodly hunger.
For days, he took three helpings at dinner, shocked that his strict Mistress let him. He snuck out to the orchards and ate as much fruit as he could carry back to his room.
When he wasn't sleeping, he was eating.
After a few days of this, he suddenly became ill. For a full day, he couldn't stand the thought of food, contrasting drastically with the habits he had developed the last few days, and began throwing up.
After the sudden onset sickness, he found himself exhausted again, but he couldn't go back to his bed. It was wrong.
Using his magic, he levitated to the ceiling, grounding himself in place upside down. That was much better. Better for what, he didn't know.
He wondered why his vision was growing so fuzzy. The room was slowly fading out of view as an opaque pink film surrounded him.
"Mistress Talia!" A fuzzy voice cut through his sleep. "He's hatching!"
Who's hatching? Jason asked, voice not coming through.
He fluttered his eyes open, the pink film gone, but a hazy transparent layer still remained. He pushed at it, feeling weak. It took nearly a minute before the layer fell away and Jason came back to the ground.
Was he the one hatching? What just happened?
"Jason," his Mistress called, "Do you know what just happened?" She draped a blanket over him.
"'m gooey," he muttered, not bothering to look up from the floor. "Izz 'is a new punishment? 'Fer all the food I took?"
Talia stifled a laugh, "No, Jason. You went through a metamorphosis,"
"No big words, please," he muttered, "'s too early." He grabbed the blanket and curled in on himself. The floor might not be comfy, but it's better than an upside-down goo pod.
"You're a fairy," he thought he heard Talia say as he drifted off to sleep. But he wasn't a fairy, he was a normal human boy.
Waking up on the floor, covered in a slowly hardening goo, Jason felt the strong urge to take a bath. Making his way to the communal washrooms, covered only by the blanket Talia had lent him, he was met with stares.
He wrapped the blanket around himself tighter, burning red under their gazes.
He reached the washroom, quickly heading for the baths, and activated the water rune on one of the tubs, closing the curtain and stripping the blanket as he sank in to let the water rose to meet him.
"Jay!" A loud, childish squeal echoed through the washroom. "'is you!"
"Dami! Don't come in--" he rushed to stop the boy, but he quickly burst through the curtain anyways. Jason moved to cover himself.
"Woah," Damian, his Mistress and Father's son, said, taken aback in awe. By what, Jason didn't know. "So pretty!"
"What's pretty?" Jason asked.
"Your wings!" He was clapping with delight. "So pretty!"
Jason was confused. He spun around, feeling at his back, and sure enough-- "What the fuck?"
Apparently two and a half weeks had passed while he was in a chrysalis. And now he had wings.
Talia told him he was a Monarch fairy. They had butterfly wings, and the more colors they had, the more magic was in their blood. His were a pastel gradient of the rainbow.
"But I was a human! I've been human my whole life!" Jason insisted.
"And now you're a fairy," Talia said simply. "And it's about time we part ways. You turned nineteen in your chrysalis, and we were meant to take you back that very day. I do hope they understand the extenuating circumstances."
"But what about Dami?" Jason asked. "Is he coming? He's a fairy, too,"
"When the time is right," Talia smiled. "Three years,"
"I've packed your things. I trust you know how to get home?" Talia ignored his question, handing him his bag.
"Yes, Mistress Talia, thank you," he half-heartedly said.
"None of that, now. You're a Monarch, act like it."
And I'm leaving off there for now. Thank youuu!
WAITTT NO WAY IM SO INVESTED NOW WHAT!!!!! So jason has been a magic wielder since he was a kid??? Also, at first i thought the different namesake(?) of jason and peter meant it was two different people heheh.
This is so much fun, i love how jason is fattening up for hibernationā¦ gah i love soft and gooey jayā¦.this was so cute!!! Thank you!!
