#fallen fae

[robothechicero]

Some drawings from Hyrule anti-fairy based on Fallen Fae by @respheal, This story lives in my head rent-free.

Sorry, this guy gives me serious Boo ghost vibes when you're looking at him. A fairy? Where? Just a regular Hylian eager to bite everything in Legend's house.

[respheal]

WIP Wednesday

“I’m not stopping you,” Warriors said evenly. “But there are seven of us—including you—with acute magic exhaustion and Malice poisoning. It’s not just Hyrule’s life at stake now.” Legend wanted to yell at Warriors to figure it out himself. They were all Heroes; they had all been caught in worse situations with fewer resources—Legend certainly had. But his traitorous eyes drifted past the captain to the rest of their team. Behind Warriors, Twilight was steadying Wild as the cook struggled to set up his cooking station. Time sat hunched on a fallen log, massaging his face, while Sky paced uselessly. Wrapped in Sky’s cape, Four and Wind were slumped against a tree. Four’s face was unnervingly pale, his teeth chattering despite the relative warmth. Some terrible thought wormed its way into Legend’s heart. By leaving, would he sacrifice one brother for another? Was this the event that laid the foundation for that dark dungeon in his first adventure, to Four having succumbed to Malice? Legend’s grip tightened on the bell. “Wars,” he said, voice hoarse, “if I don’t get Hyrule help now, he’s going to die. I can’t wait. I need to go.” Warriors looked like he wanted to argue, his expression twisting in pained uncertainty, but he glanced at the dark puddle of miasma, then over his shoulder towards the scattered group. Legend watched the field medic run the calculus, landing on the same conclusion: there was a difference between dying in hours versus dying in minutes.

[robothechicero]

Second batch of drawings for Fallen Fae by @respheal, If Hyrule had had a little less self-control.

(Off-camera, Warriors laughs out loud. Karma has come to the wild little Mask in the form of eight children).

[respheal]

Fallen Fae Update!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62505943/chapters/169408030

Hyrule broke a raspberry into drupelets and shared them with Four, who had remained with him on Legend’s couch over dinner. They watched the others mill about, cleaning and organizing their gear for the next day in comfortable companionship. “You know,” Four said eventually, “after my adventures, people weren’t…. They didn’t really know what to make of us, when we came back different. It was like…Link left, and someone else took his place.” He huffed a short, dry laugh. “They weren’t exactly wrong, but…. “Eventually, I stopped trying to be who they thought I was supposed to be. It mattered more being who we actually were.” He looked sideways at Hyrule, his eyes flickering between colors. “All that to say, I think all of us know what it’s like to be different. We’re in good company here.” Hyrule smiled softly at his brothers scattered throughout the room. Sky, already asleep, curled up with his sword in front of the fireplace. Legend and Ravio, talking quietly by the back door. Wind and Warriors helping with Time’s armor. Wild bribing Twilight into cleaning the kitchen. “Yeah,” Hyrule said with a soft smile. “We are.”

[respheal]

WIP Wednesday!

Syrup shoved Legend to the side, brandishing what looked like a tin mug full of the sparkling powder. “Get some potion on that. Girl, help him with the bottle.” Irene was already there, guiding him away. She dabbed a potion-soaked cloth over his blisters as Legend twisted around, trying to look back at the worktable. Syrup raised the container above Hyrule, pulling some lever in the handle. Glittering powder poured evenly from the container’s base, like— “Is that a fucking flour sifter?” Legend asked. The witch cast a withering glance over her shoulder. “Oh, pardon me, boy, did you have somethin’ for distributin’ powder in your bag? Did you want to make a mess of my house with your damn bellows?” Legend snapped his mouth shut.

[respheal]

WIP Wednesday

“What’s happening to him?” Legend asked, his voice strained with worry. Syrup pulled jars of reagents off the shelves along the back wall. “Looks to me he’s fighting off the transformation.” “Into what? He’s already an Anti-Fairy.” Syrup looked over her shoulder, her expression grim. “Think about it for two seconds, boy. If that boy takes on any more magic, you’ll be askin’ him to enchant your bags.” Legend blinked. Why would…? Too much magic was toxic to humans, of course, but for fairies…. Hyrule mentioned Iris needed to gather magic before she could succeed Datura—before she could become a Great Fairy. The words almost fell from his mouth when the second realization struck. It wasn’t just raw magic Hyrule was unintentionally hoarding, it was Dark magic. Legend looked again at Hyrule, at the purple-blue tint creeping beneath his skin, and noticed for the first time the claws forming at the end of his fingers. Memories of his third adventure boiled to the surface, of the sorceress tormenting the country of Labrynna—Veran, a Dark Great Fairy. “Shit.” Legend wrenched the last of his magical jewelry off like it was cursed, shoved it all in his bag, and flung the whole bag out of the room. He tore off his outer tunic and cap, both also enchanted, wrapping them around his baldric and setting those down a little more gently, but well away from Hyrule. He wasn’t going to let a single thaum of extra magic get to his brother if he could help it. He just wished Hyrule had mentioned this as a possibility.

[respheal]

WIP Wednesday!

“Hyrule, are you—” Ravio paused and glanced around, as if sensing something was amiss and unsure if the others knew. “What happened to you, buddy? Your magic is…um. How do I put this?” “We had a run-in with a weird anti-fairy curse,” Four explained quickly. “Legend is getting magic powder.” Ravio tilted his head, his hood’s ears flopping to the side. “Huh.” “You can tell something’s different?” Hyrule asked weakly. “Just a bit,” Ravio said. “Everything here tends toward Light—elementally speaking. But you took a strange turn to Dark, and not like Mr. Rancher over there.” Ravio gestured in Twilight’s direction, and Twilight grabbed the leather cord of his dark crystal protectively. “Is that…all you can sense different?” If Ravio could pick up that much, Hyrule wondered, could he sense fae magic? Ravio shrugged. “My homeworld runs on Dark magic. I’d recognize it anywhere. It’s probably not good for you Light-worlders, though….” The artificer leaned over, the rabbit face on his hood looming too close for comfort. Hyrule thought he heard sniffing from under the hood—was Ravio smelling for magic? After a moment, Ravio straightened and said, “You’ll probably be fine? As long as you don’t touch anything strongly Light-oriented, anyway.” Several of the Chain looked towards Sky and the sword on his back. Sky glowered. “She wouldn’t hurt one of us,” he said firmly, oblivious to the distant, unreadable expression on Time’s face.

[respheal]

WIP Wednesday!

“So you need a way to restore Mr. Traveler’s magic, yes?” came Ravio’s voice from the kitchen. Wild jumped as Ravio suddenly appeared at his elbow, now without his hood and with a towel draped around his neck. The merchant leaned over Wild’s latest potion—another of Hyrule’s recipe—and before anyone could stop him, stuck a spoon in and stole a taste. “Oogh….” Ravio made a face at the pot and tossed the spoon into the sink. “Mr. Champion, I’m afraid this is a bit bland. Maybe if you added some seasoning?” “It’s potion, not soup!” Wild swatted him with a spatula. “Oh.” Ravio looked at the pot again owlishly. “…Maybe some seasoning?” Legend rolled his eyes. “Rav, let the man cook.” He paused, scowling as an idea came to him. “Unless you have an item for transferring magic to someone else?” “Nuh-uh,” Ravio said. “Unless you would like to commission one? I can make it a rush order, but I’ll have to charge—” He ducked under the counter as Legend picked a tchotchke off the table and hucked it at him.