#fairy!hyrule

Fairy + flowers -oh yeah i totally drew fairy Hyrule cause hello???

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Actually i drew this in tandem in like green, while using a black color layer,,, because i was SO sick of working grayscale so here it is:

He looks so fricken angry or like drunk hahahah, i love it.

Another gift for the writer's appreciation event!

This one is based off the hilarious ending scene for @loquaciouslk's fic... one that delightfully distracted me into rereading it several times! Definitely worth it!

In Tears of the Kingdom we see the concept of swallowing magical times as a method of changing species for three separate people. Zelda and Ganondorf both using secret stones to become dragons, and then Koltin eating all the cave crystals to become a blupee.

Being a queer nerd who loves all the Link crossover au’s and theories, I was suddenly reminded of all the fairy!Hyrule aus and the First Gen ring that can be found by his predecessor in Oracle of Seasons.

(irl the First Gen ring exist as an easter egg that transforms Legend’s sprite to look exactly like Hyrule’s did in the first Zelda game but in game canon make no sense chronologically)

So like, what if Hyrule was a legit fairy originally. But for some reason she didn’t fit in with all her sisters (cause he’s trans). His great fairy noticed one of her youngest confusion and set out her older fairies to find a way to help him. One comes back from a far away land with a ring that’s suppose to turn it’s wearer into an average hylian. (The First Gen ring)

The enchanted ring shrinks to fairy size (D&D attunement logic) and when lil fairy Hyrule puts it on he becomes a young hylian boy. Delighted by the change, lil Hyrule decides to always wear the ring and continues to do so for his adventures. He only takes it off when his smaller fairy size is needed, even if it’s a bit uncomfy to revert back to his feminine fairy form.

If anyone asks about it, he tells him a wizard taught him a spell.

A little fairy hiding between the rocks.

I have been drawing many Zelda-based fairies of late. This is a fairy!Link using based on @linked-maze​‘s design. Which is a wonderful design and I especially the little cape and the sadness of the slit in his wing. It is also a very fun comic.

Also the fairy boy at full size and without the rocks or the (bad) shading.

The original post I was looking at to draw him is here: https://linked-maze.tumblr.com/post/687596785922932736/0-fairy-boy

No beta no read over no nothing here we fucking go. Hyrule after downing WAY to much fucking caffeine because you can not convince me that stamina elixirs aren't just artificial expresso shots. Or a monster mixed with a five hour energy

@whatcouldpossiblyg0wr0ng

Warriors world officially sucked worse than his own. Apparently since their last visit a rip in time had grown unstable and split into his Hyrule. Again. In fact it was through that rip that they'd gotten there! From Hyrules world! The event leaving half of his castle town displaced into a battlefield where further rips had monsters from his world spilling out like a rapidly drowning boat. 

So here he was. 3am. Desperately trying to help the nurses hold soldiers together that had ran into battle with no plan in an attempt to get ahead of things. 

He'd been using his magic since noon and very barely managing to keep on his feet with the magic potions Legend had been trying to keep in stock. The veteran in question currently unconscious after having drained his own magic supply taking out a mob that had tried to attack the base a couple hours ago. 

Four was down, the fall through time having been like a portal jump from hell leaving him disoriented enough he can't string a sentence together. So he was actually curled up with Legend. And the others were all out still fighting. 

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't sleep. He wants to be here for them when they get back..he needs to know if they're okay. 

Letting out a heavy sigh he reaches a shaky hand into his pouch and pulls out yet another stamina elixir from Wild. Popping the cork and slamming it down all in one go. 

With the barest hints of sunlight comes another round of potions. He can't even taste the nasty alchemical solutions anymore after having so many. And his stomach feels like he drank lizalfo acid, but that doesn't matter. As the dawn also brings the Fierce Deity carrying an unconscious Warrior's and a very out of sorts Wind. Quickly followed by Wild who frantically looks like he blew himself up a couple dozen times. 

So he slams an extra magic potion for good measure before rushing over to them. 

By noon there's a buzzing sensation washing over his skin. It's too hot in the tent with all the injured bodies, it's too hot outside because of the summer sun. So he spends three hours in a fitful sleep that's more akin to him forcefully holding his eyes closed before he gives up. Dragging himself back onto his feet and over to where Wild had been brewing potions since returning to base. 

The champion is gone now. And it looks like Legend is on his feet and gone. So it's just the captain and the sailor curled up with four in the nest of bedrolls and pillows they'd built in the corner of the tent. Warrior's looks like he still needs healing. So, Hyrule grabs up a couple red potions and uncorks another stamina elixir before heading over to do just that. 

A couple hours later and Warrior's has gone back out too fight. Wind is looking after Four who is slowly starting to comprehend things again. And Hyrule has no idea how long he's been staring at the two trying to put together one of Legends puzzles before a gentle hand is placed on his back. 

Just one of the nurses, he couldn't tell you who given that everyone is kind of blurring together. And maybe swimming a bit. But who ever it is places a hot cup of something warm and bitter in his hand. Pointing off to the back of one of the tent to let him know there's more if needed. 

Takes him a moment to realize it's coffee. Straight black coffee, so hot that it almost burns. Or maybe it does. Either way it's sharp enough to cut through the groggy fog in his head. So he has a couple more and somewhat manages to choke down some bread. 

One more hour, and that buzz won't stop. It's maybe gotten worse. And he's maybe on his tenth cup of coffee. And he maybe can't remember which way is north. Or were the exit is. 

For once he's thankful for having an iron stomach because otherwise he's fairly certain the burning roil in it would have made someone else throw up. But the time to dwell on that ends when Twilight comes in with an unconscious Time hoisted up onto his back. And Sky passed out on Epona. 

So, for a quick moment he sets down his half empty coffee mug. Uncorks and dumps the next round of potions into it. Then chugs the whole thing before stumbling off to help.

Thankfully it wasn't anything serious. Or was it serious? He can't remember because everyone looks too fucked up at the moment. 

"-Link?" 

Something touches his shoulder. Just a light careful little touch but it startles a yelp out of him. His head snapping up so quickly the world spins on its access and oh, he's falling. 

No wait.

He's not falling? 

Two big arms catch him. Least he thinks they do, he can't tell. That buzzing makes it really hard to feel. 

"Woah woah…easy there traveler." Twilight murmurs as he carefully sets Hyrule back on his feet. "You okay? You're shaking like a leaf."  

A small nervous sounding laugh comes rattling out of Hyrule before he can even attempt to think. "Hehe I think my heart just stopped? Oh hey..when did it get dark?" 

"YOU THINK WHAT?!" 

"Chillio dog boy it's fine." 

"The fuck it ain't." Twilight huffs before insistently places strong fingers against the vein on Hyrules wrist. "Oh- sweet mother of Faron..that's…that's not normal." 

"Normal? You really think my death would be fucking normal?" 

"Your heart didn't stop, you're not dying….least not yet. But this certainly explains why I thought I was hearing it from ten feet away. It's racing faster than a hummingbird." 

"Mmm f-fairies works really similrat to humming hits hits h..ummin birbs it's berry hard for us to sit sit still." 

For a moment Hyrule stops to try and process what just left his mouth. Shaking his head a bit to try and clear it. Which must have been a bad ideas see as he definitely wakes up on the ground this time. Night sky spiraling above him. 

"Deep breaths buddy..you're okay…" Twilight murmurs again as he leans into view. 

Smacking his lips a bit Hyrule blinks slightly. "My mouth feels fummy…." 

"Yeahh…yeah you just threw up. Like a lot. What the fuck have you been drinking?" 

"Things!" 

Twilight levels him with his best impression of the stare. "What things?" 

"Uhhhhhhhh…last thing was a coffee with two stamina ichsers..and…gren….it's was all very gren…" 

"Dins tits no fucking wonder. How many of those have you had??" Twilight questions. 

Hyrule stares at his hands and he swears has a few more that usual. All the extra fingers making it a little difficult to count. 

"Mmn…a number?" 

"How long have you been awake..?" 

"When the fuck did we get here?" 

"Okay….let's..let's get you some water and make sure you don't have a fucking heart attack." Twilight says with a stressed whine as he carefully scoops the shaking fairy boy up. 

"Nuuu!!! I need to…what the fuck was I doing…?"

"You've been staring into space for the past two hours what you need is to be knocked unconscious." 

A little Fairy!Hyrule inspired by this cute one shot from @heroineoftwilight 🤗🤗🤗

My second attempt at this prompt - #1 has the same characters and basic premise but threatens to become a multi-chapter monster at this point and there was no way I could finish it in time. So for now...

TW – (being used as an experiment? clue in the prompt?), blood, major injury, implied torture (it’s not physically graphic but it’s there)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36809317/chapters/92238538

“No!” Hyrule yelled. “No, stop, stop!”

He flung himself against the thick glass with all his strength but although he’d been fighting till his stupidly frail, stupidly small body was bruised and aching, the bottle still wouldn’t break. Wide-eyed with horror he could only stare, helpless, at the knife pressing into Time’s throat on the other side of the dungeon – pressing so hard that a thin trickle of blood was already seeping down his skin.

“Now, now, why all this commotion?” the sorcerer’s silky, dangerous voice floated back to him. He crouched down and leaned in closer to Hyrule, so close that his breath fogged up the glass of the bottle. Hyrule couldn’t stop himself from shrinking back instinctively into the farthest wall, pointless though his rational mind knew it was. “If you would just cooperate we wouldn’t have to go through this charade. I don’t particularly want to hurt your friend just yet, you know.”

The bottle Hyrule had been stupid enough to get himself trapped in had been placed on a stone slab in the middle of the dungeon. Time, his face still bloody from their capture, was chained to the wall across from him, chained so tightly he couldn’t even flinch away from the masked lackey holding the knife to his throat.

“We both know you can break the glass if you really try,” the sorcerer said, calmly, coldly. “If you want to save your friend, all you have to do is transform back into your other form.”

“I can’t,” Hyrule pleaded. He hated how high and fragile his voice sounded. In his fairy form everything happened at a higher frequency anyway, breathing, speaking, moving, thinking, even the beating of his heart, but now his words shook slightly with fear, with powerlessness. “I can’t, there isn’t space!”

The Chain had been in Warriors’ Hyrule, tracking a rogue sorcerer who was capturing fairies and allegedly performing horrible experiments on them. They had split up into groups of three to cover more ground but they hadn’t realised that the sorcerer was also tracking them. Hyrule had transformed into his fairy form to fly up high and try to figure out where they were, but by the time he’d returned to the ground Time and Legend were fighting back to back, struggling against a horde of moblins.

Hyrule had thrown himself forwards, already beginning to summon his magic and shift back into his Hylian form. He hadn’t seen the sorcerer until it was too late - until he was inside a bottle and thrashing desperately against the glass.

They’d found the fairies, anyway. Hyrule could see rows upon rows of bottles, identical to his own, lining the stone shelves all around the dungeon. Each bottle contained a fairy. Some of them were flailing at the glass, others lay motionless, their light dim and muted.

Time had taken a hit to the head and been dragged along unconscious. He was still blinking blood out of his eyes. Hyrule had no idea what had happened to Legend and just thinking about that sent spasms of fear shuddering through his whole body. The sorcerer scooped up the bottle, rolling it lightly between his hands, so that Hyrule had to brace his arms against the glass to keep from being thrown around inside.

“You are an interesting little specimen, aren’t you,” the sorcerer said thoughtfully, lifting the bottle up to his eye level. “I saw you transform in the woods. I’ve never seen a Hylian do that before. Just what are you?”

“Leave him alone,” Time snapped from behind. The sorcerer laughed softly without taking his eyes off Hyrule. “Oh, I don’t think so. We have so much to learn from each other.” He set the bottle down again sharply on the slab, making Hyrule stagger at the impact. “Transform, little fairy. I know you can do it, and I want to see how. Otherwise, believe me, I will cheerfully have your friend’s throat slit in front of you.”

“Let him out of the bottle, for Hylia’s sake,” Time pleaded. The sorcerer made a gesture and his lackey pushed the knife just slightly deeper into Time’s throat. “No!” Hyrule yelped in panic. Time didn’t flinch, but he went very, very still.

“Please,” Hyrule begged, and now his voice was really shaking and he hated it but he couldn’t do anything about it. “I’ll do what you want, just don’t hurt him!”

“What I want,” the sorcerer said calmly, “is for you to show me how you shift between forms.”

“If you let me out, I will,” Hyrule cried desperately.

“You misunderstand me,” the sorcerer said, and now he was smiling. It was a cold smile that twisted Hyrule’s insides. “If you cast your little spell while still inside the bottle, I foresee three plausible outcomes. Perhaps it is genuinely impossible, but I don’t think so. For your friend’s sake, I hope not. Alternatively, the bottle will break, setting you free. The third possibility is that the bottle will not break. That… would be unfortunate. But I won’t deny that I’m curious to see what will happen. Aren’t you?”

Hyrule’s breath was hard and ragged in his throat. He knew he was beginning to hyperventilate and fought to control himself. He couldn’t afford to panic. Not now. Time’s life depended on him.

“You monster,” Time hissed. “Do you want to kill him?”

Hyrule was almost certain that the spell simply wouldn’t work, if there wasn’t physically space around him to transform. If the bottle did break then yes, he’d be free, but the pressure would drive the fragments of glass deep into his skin. At least my blood doesn’t seem to be valuable to anyone in this timeline. He gulped back the hysteria. If the glass didn’t break… well, he didn’t want to envision the implications of that.

He couldn’t help it, though.

“If you don’t want to cooperate, of course…” the sorcerer said delicately, turning back towards Time.

“Okay!” Hyrule yelled in terror. “Okay!” Outcome one: it doesn’t work, and he’ll kill Time. Outcome two: it works, and maybe kills me. Outcome three: it works, and definitely kills me.

I guess I’ve got to hope for outcome two.

“Hyrule, no,” Time said in a warning voice.

“Hyrule?” the sorcerer repeated. “Is that what you call yourself? An interesting choice of name…”

Time was wrenching at his chains, his usually-stoic face twisted with fear and anger. “What exactly are you expecting to happen?” he snarled. “If it works at all it’ll kill him, and then you’ll have nothing.”

The sorcerer slid a knife out of his own sleeve, turning his back on Hyrule, and stepped closer to Time. “An immediate death would be regrettable,” he breathed into Time’s face. “But my own powers should prevent anything short of that.” He touched the knife gently to Time’s cheek just under his good eye, letting it balance for a moment on the skin, and then drew it slowly, slowly down the skin of his face, leaving a long, thin cut. “Not that I would extend them to you.” Time didn’t flinch or make a sound and the sorcerer’s smile widened before he turned back to Hyrule.

“Come, come,” he whispered. “Aren’t you even a little bit curious?” He seemed to be speaking to Time, but his eyes were fixed on Hyrule. “Go on then, Hyrule. Or you know what happens to your concerned friend over here.”

“Don’t do it,” Time said desperately. “Hyrule, don’t.”

Hyrule’s eyes flashed between Time and the sorcerer, smiling over his knife, which still dripped red. Stripped of his armour, Time was pale and covered in blood, both old and fresh, the chains digging viciously into his arms and chest. Hyrule’s heart was pounding. He fought the mental images of spurting blood, mangled flesh with all his strength.

Couldn’t protect his wings. Nothing he could do about that. This was going to hurt.

He just had to trust to his Hylian body to be strong enough.

The sorcerer wouldn’t make him do this if he’d enchanted the glass to be unbreakable, would he?

Would he?

“I’m waiting, little fairy.”

“Hyrule, no, it’s too dangerous. Hyrule.”

Hyrule crouched down inside the bottle, hunching himself into as compact a knot as possible, tucking his chin down to his chest and crossing his arms behind his head over the exposed back of his neck. Protect your head, your throat, your vitals. That’s the most you can hope for right now.

“Hyrule?”

I’m sorry, Time, Hyrule thought grimly, bracing himself, and he cast his spell.

The first thing he was aware of was excruciating, stabbing pain all over his body, so intense that a wordless yell was jerked from him against his will. Then a sensation of pressure giving way and he was still lucid enough to realise with a wave of insane relief that the glass had broken.

Then he was lying on the floor. He couldn’t see any broken glass around him. He realised dizzily that it was all still embedded in his body. Every inch of skin stung. He struggled to decode the waves of pain shooting through him to locate his actual injuries – there were thick shards of glass driven deep into his back and torso, especially on the right side. Maybe his left arm, too. It was difficult to tell.

It was cold. He was vaguely aware that he was shivering, but the cold was inside him, inside his very bones. At least it was numbing out the pain.

There was a pool of red spreading out around him.

Oh, Hyrule thought dazedly. Oh, no, that’s a lot of blood.

The sounds around him were muted, echoey. He could just make out Time’s voice and it seemed to be calling his name, over and over again. He wanted to say something, to reassure Time, let him know he was okay, but somehow he couldn’t make his brain and his mouth connect.

He was lying on the floor. Why was he lying on the floor?

And there was so much blood. Where… where was it coming from?

His vision was blurring. Shapes, colours kept sliding into each other. It made him dizzy, so he closed his eyes. Hands latched suddenly onto his shoulders and rolled him over onto his back and he felt his body jerk as the glass shards shifted and the pain suddenly crashed back in, but he couldn’t seem to summon the strength to fight.