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[librarygarten]

Saja Boys x Social Media Manager! Reader

The idea that these five somehow researched K-Pop and modern idol culture well enough to pull off their plan is hilarious. Jinu thinks "Save the Date" means an actual date, but understands how to manage an online fan club? I don't think so.

Jinu had come to an unfortunate realization… he was old. All of the Saja Boys were, really. Centuries in the demon realm were bound to make them a little out of touch with the times. Still, humans were predictable. They liked the same things over and over and over again. Heart throbs, cutesy guys, and the “perfect boyfriend”. All stereotypes they would use to bring the hunters to their knees and destroy the Honmoon. So why was social media so different!?

Jinu had studied the formulas, the algorithms, the statistics. It should have been easy to make a few posts about Saja Boys and leave the rest to sort itself out. But it wasn’t. He had even resorted to giving Romance control of their socials for a few hours before realizing what a horrible idea that was.

Which is what brought them to your office; a tiny little cubicle in an already cramped building. You were apparently some type of professional social media manager. The fact humans could be so obsessed with those silly accounts to need professionals to manage them was a ridiculous concept, but here they were, sitting in folding chairs that were honestly a little too small, finishing up the paper work to hire you to take control of the Saja Boys socials.

“That should about wrap things up.” You scan over the document one last time, noting the various members' names, the platforms, the follower numbers. You had to respect the hustle, at the very least. These guys only had one song out and they were milking it for all the publicity they could. They didn’t even have a manager as far as you could tell.

“Alright, then,” you open your phone and begin scrolling through your notes. “Based on how hard it was to find literally any information about you, I’m going to assume you’ve all already deleted any previous socials you had? Because stuff you said ten years ago can and will be dug up and used to cancel you if someone finds a reason to.”

“Oh, we didn’t have social media before. We should be good on that front,” Jinu smiles. That, you could believe. The posts on the Saja Boys official account were all… pretty dry. They read like something your grandpa would post, not the announcements for a hip new boy band's public appearances.

“Great. Starting from scratch,” you swipe through your phone some more, pulling up the pages you had prepared. “I’m gonna get each of you set up with your own accounts. People love it when they think famous people interact with them online. I assume you are all going for the obvious K-Pop stereotypes for mass appeal?”

“What?” Jinu looks a bit taken aback. The other four share looks of concern.

“You know, the common types of K-Pop idols that fans like?” You explain.

Five blank faces look back at you (well, four blank faces and one mass of bangs). You sigh.

“Perfect boyfriend, edgy guy, romantic, fan service,” you point to each Saja in turn, “And that dude’s literally named Baby. Either you guys are marketing geniuses or somehow fumbled your way into becoming the perfect boy band archetypes.”

There is a long pause.

You look at Jinu. Jinu looks at Romance. Romance looks at Abby. Abby looks at Mystery. Mystery just kind of sits there. Baby side-eyes you.

You are beginning to question if you should have taken this contract.

It’s Romance that saves you all.

“Exactly!” He smirks as he leans closer to you, resting his elbows on your desk. “My, aren’t you perceptive~.”

“That’s literally my job,” you say, pushing down the urge to gag. If he was going to be this insufferable the whole time you worked with the group, you might not be able to stop yourself from punching him.

“Glad to see we hired a professional,” Abby stretches as he speaks, the buttons of his frankly hideous Hawaiian shirt threatening to pop off. You wince, not looking up. Professional was a generous term. You had never worked with anyone even close to this famous. It was mostly businesses wanting to advertise or misguided twenty-somethings convinced they were going to become famous influencers. Why the Saja Boys had decided to use your services instead of a more well-known social media manager with experience in K-Pop idols was beyond you. Sure, you were significantly cheaper, but they should have been able to afford someone better, even with just the profits from Soda Pop.

“Yeah, sure,” you keep your eyes on your screen. If you were paying attention to him, you would see Abby visibly deflate ever so slightly.

“So sorry about them,” Jinu chuckles nervously and grabs Romance and Abby by the back of their necks, trying to force them into an apologetic bow. Unfortunately, because they're sitting down, he actually just ends up smashing their faces against their knees. “They’re not usually this…”

“Weird?” You finish the sentence for him. Baby scoffs. Or maybe it was a laugh. You can’t really tell. “It’s fine. I’ve dealt with worse. Now can we get to actually designing your accounts?”

“Of course!” Jinu releases Abby and Romance, who shoot him dirty looks before resuming their usual photogenic expressions.

Setting up their accounts was more trouble than it should have been. Apparently, none of them had phones. Or computers. Or internet access. None of them seemed to have any hobbies or interests you could put in their bios, and there was an uncomfortably long silence when you asked for their ages. Thankfully, making their fan club page was easy. A few pictures of the boys, a new color scheme, and a couple rephrased posts were all it took to make it match the aesthetic they were going for. Over the next week, you watched as the follower numbers steadily climbed, from a few thousand to over 50 million.

Then the Idol Awards happened.

“You should have led with the demon bit,” is the first thing you say when you see the Saja Boys again. Three of them were huddled in your office with the hoods of their jackets pulled low over their faces.

“We should have… what?” Romance furrows his eyebrows. He hasn't changed much from how he looked last week, bright pink locks sticking out from under his hood at odd angles. You're unsure how well his jacket will hide him from the public. 

“I get the whole scheme was to get fans with Soda Pop, but I'm pretty sure that plan would have taken less time if you just used Your Idol right off the bat,” you explain as you scroll through #sajaboys posts on your phone.

“You're taking the whole demon thing surprisingly well,” Mystery hums. His bangs still hang over half his face, but he's at least changed his hair from greyish-purple to black.

“What can I say, I'm a professional,” you grin.

“Why did you want to meet again? We're not exactly trying to draw attention at the moment,” Baby grimaces. His hair is also black now, and his oversized sweater is nowhere to be seen. His entire body posture had also changed. Instead of kicking his feet back and forth like a child, his sneakers were firmly planted on the floor, elbows resting on his thighs. He seemed more comfortable, you thought. This look suited him better.

“Why not?” You tip your head to the side, confused.

“Did you miss the part where we tried to feed a stadium's worth of people to a demon lord last week?” Baby scoffs.

“I did not. Nor did your fans,” you smile, “The concert is still trending across most social media platforms.”

“Wait, we're trending?” Romance gasps. “I thought the hunters made up some story about us being a fake band they had pretended to fight for their ‘new single’.”

“They did. And most people believe it,” you chuckle. Hunr/x’s social team had gone above and beyond doing damage control after their public breakup and reunion. According to them, the Saja Boys had been an industry plant for the Huntr/x girls to have fake beef with while Rumi’s voice recovered. You would probably believe it, too, if you hadn't been managing the Saja Boys’ socials. Even in your limited time with them, you had noticed more than a few oddities. They were kind of garbage at pretending to be human for extended periods of time, if you were being honest. You’re shocked you didn’t figure it out earlier.

“Then why are people still talking about us? We passed three trash cans full of our merch on the way here,” Baby raises an eyebrow and jabs his thumb over his shoulder to emphasize the point.

“Well, to put it bluntly, people thought your performance was hot,” you try to say with a straight face. You're glad Abby wasn't here to hear it. He didn't need a bigger ego.

“Hot!? We were trying to-!”

“Shhh!” Baby shushes Romance, then raises his head to glance over the walls of your cubicle. “Not so loud!”

“I am well aware of the circumstances,” you sigh, then turn your computer screen around to show them. “Here, just take a look at some of these posts. You'll understand.”

“‘That Saja Boys concert was so good I gave them a standing… ovulation’...?” Mystery reads the post off your screen, confused. “Do they mean ovation?”

“No,” you shake your head. The small bit of Mystery's face you can see turns bright pink. Baby leans over the desk to get a better look.

“‘His name may be Baby but I think Daddy suits him better’?” Baby reads the post with furrowed brows, slightly pausing between each word as if he's afraid to keep going. “What the hell is this?”

“Your fans. The entire internet is full of posts like these,” you explain, turning the screen back to its proper position. You read a few more posts “‘I'll let Abby be my sanctuary any day’, ‘Why are Baby's fingers so long all of a sudden. Not that I'm complaining’, and… actually I don't think I can legally read this last one out loud but you get the point.”

“We’re popular. So what,” Baby frowns. “We’re not the Saja Boys. That was never real.”

“Yes. You also never paid me,” you tap the contract on your desk with the tip of your pen, particularly the part where they agreed to pay you. It wasn’t a lot, but it would have paid the bills for a while. “So I have a vested interest in making sure you stay popular long enough to fulfill that obligation.”

“We’re not very liquid right now,” Mystery grimaces. You briefly wonder where they were staying. If they were from hell or wherever demons came from, you doubt they had a real place to live. Perhaps they pulled some demon magic shenanigans to get an apartment?

“Yeah,” Romance scans over the contract. He hadn’t actually bothered to read it last time. “Jinu took care of all that stuff.”

“And where is he?” You ask. You had been able to find the three demons before you through a combination of social media stalking, favors from friends, and sheer determination, but Jinu and Abby seemed to have disappeared completely after their concert the night of the Idol Awards.

“Pretty sure he gave his soul to that hunter,” Baby scoffs. He seemed personally offended.

You bury your face in your hands. If you wanted to get paid, you had some phone calls to make.

[librarygarten]

Trying to think of names for the Saja Boys because obviously they're not named Abby, Romance, Mystery, and Baby, but I don't know enough Korean to decide what sounds hot but still 1600s-ish.

Is there a babynames.com for just Korean names??? Can I phone a friend??? Help???

[librarygarten]

I just wanted to say I really like a lot of your saja boy headcanons. I think they are brilliant and that you've picked up on a lot of things that I missed upon a my 1st (2nd, 3rd, and 4th) viewing. I look forward to seeing more of your thoughts on kpdh

Thank you so much!

I'm going to be honest, most of my headcanons were based off of literally nothing. Most of them boil down to 1) what would be funny or 2) if I shipped them with one of the girls or not lol (I love Zoeystery more than can be healthy).

[librarygarten]

Saja Boys - General Headcanons

I’m trying to figure out how to write these guys. I’ve been rewatching the film and studying every scene they’re in because we literally have NOTHING about these guys.

Jinu

He gets the fewest headcanons because we know the most about him lol

I know a lot of people like to theorize that he somehow recruited a failing K Pop band from the present day (because of the doctor’s office pictures), but I 1) don’t think any new demons were created after the creation of the Honmoon and 2) think’s it’s way funnier if he recruited four random demons to his boy band

With that last point, I think he was one of the last demons created, as we can see his mom and sister present when the Honmoon was created. This also technically makes him the youngest in the group.

Also, Jinu fully expected to die and never come back when he gave Rumi his soul. It was his first (and last) selfless act.

HOWEVER, I hate that. So, after the movie (maybe a week) Rumi summons her sword and instead of her weapon, Jinu just poofs into existence near her and faceplants onto the ground. Hooray :D

Abby

Look at that face. That is the face of an asshole.

He’s the cockiest of the group members.

Like, some of the other Saja Boys aren’t fans of the way they need to pretend to be K Pop stereotypes, but Abby is 1000% down to be fanservice material. He likes being looked at.

I think his deal with Gwi-Ma had something to do with becoming more attractive. Perhaps in his past life he had insecurities about his looks, so he made the deal to fix those perceived flaws. He DEFINITELY enjoys how he looks now (at least in human form).

As for what Gwi-Ma whispers to him about, I can see it going one of two ways:

Option One: Making himself more conventionally attractive did not actually get rid of Abby’s insecurities. He still dislikes how he looks, but he’s just insecure about different things, particularly the demon marks. He hides his true feelings behind a massive ego

Option Two: He feels lesser for ever being unattractive and Gwi-Ma makes fun of him for being so pathetic as to need demon magic to fix everything that was “wrong”. It’s a massive hit to Abby’s otherwise incredibly large ego.

Personally, I like option one for story reasons, but option two fits his character better.

As for his fate after the movie, he is the only Saja Boy we saw disintegrate away during the battle. He is back in the demon realm, sealed behind the Honmoon.

(LONG theory time): I saw that the directors called making the Honmoon golden “evil” in an interview, as it would be forever trapping demons to suffer despite their capacity to be redeemed. The Golden Honmoon also represented repressing and hiding flaws, when the movie’s whole message was that vulnerability and openness are a good thing, actually. Given this, I think the new Honmoon that Huntr/x made at the end of the movie acts the same as the original blue Honmoon, but stronger. Abby can’t get through it until he undergoes ✨character development✨

I also think he enjoys physical contact, as he is very touchy with the other Saja Boys. It’s not just for the camera.

What WAS just for the camera? Him being shipped with Mira. He liked flustering Mira and Zoey with his abs, but it was just to get in their heads and to feed his own ego.

Romance

Of all the Saja Boys, he is the most on-board with the whole “demon boy band” idea. Besides Jinu, he knows the most about this type of work.

He also has an eye for details, so he helps Jinu keep the other Saja Boys in line and in character (like how during Soda Pop he subtly pulled up Abby’s pants)

I lowkey think that he isn’t actively trying to fulfill a stereotype. Boy is just Like That.

He actually finds Mira attractive, given how he was just full on staring at her during the fan signing. Sure, he could have been trying to fluster her or get in her head, but Mira only seemed mad at him, so if that’s what he was going for he was not very successful.

While I do think he found Mira attractive and would have asked her out if circumstances weren’t what they were, he also falls in love (and out of love) pretty fast. For him, it’s more about the chase, the tension, the will-we-won’t-we. Boy has a long way to go before he’s ready for a committed long-term relationship, and Mira won’t be the one to give it to him.

I think his deal with Gwi-Ma involved some type of lover. Perhaps there was a woman he wanted to pursue, but was unable to due to social status, marital status, or some other barrier. The deal made it so he could court her (extra points if he had to leave behind his partner/someone who was interested in him to do so), but because he’s him, he got bored and left.

Gwi-Ma won’t let Romance forget his habit of leaving people heartbroken after having his fun with them. He does genuinely care about them, and the fact that he keeps doing this to people he loves tears him up inside. He just can’t seem to keep his heart from wandering to the next “conquest”.

In the final battle, Mira pushes him away and then he just doesn’t show up for the rest of the film. I think this means he didn’t get sent back to the demon realm like Abby, so he must have run away when he realized he was not winning against Huntr/x

Mystery

My man. Why do you bark at people?

I think the whole “mysterious” cover was partially forced onto him by the rest of the group because if he was allowed to speak outside of scripted videos, he WOULD blow their cover by biting someone.

I also like the theory that the reason he has those big bangs is because his disguise couldn’t fully hide all his demon traits (and given that the whole two times we see his eyes they’re yellow demon eyes this might just be canon. Yes this would also make Zoey’s “type” slightly demonic don’t @ me). 

Speaking of Zoey, I think Mystery did like her back and enjoyed having her attention, because he smiled at her when she greeted him during the fan signing. He still had a job to do, which is why he attacked her in the final battle, but he was not trying that hard.

That being said, he absolutely does not know how to show affection. Man is awkward as hell (see again: barking at people).

To parallel Zoey’s struggles with being “too much”, I think Mystery is aware that he can be… kind of weird, and he’s a little self conscious about it! Gwi-Ma probably won’t LET him forget how weird he is.

As for his demon deal, I think Mystery was a social outcast and wanted to fit in more. (Him and Jinu are the only two Saja Boys that don’t reek of rich kid energy, so perhaps there was a monetary element to it as well).

Listen to me. LISTEN TO ME. We literally SEE Mystery teleport away from Zoey in the final battle. He’s out there somewhere I SWEAR.

After Jinu’s sacrifice, the camera cuts to Mystery and Baby looking absolutely shocked. I think that moment was them realizing that there was still a chance for them. That’s why Mystery just kind of ran at Zoey and then left. He WANTS to escape Gwi-Ma like Jinu did

On an unrelated note, he also really likes puns. (His one line is "We really feed off your energy"). He thinks the double meaning in Soda Pop's lyrics is hilarious.

Baby

Out of all the Saja Boys, Baby hates the “mission” the most.

He is a fully grown man. He does not want to act like a child. But he needs to so he can appeal to the fans and destroy the Honmoon.

I think Jinu might have just told him to “act like a baby” because we see him suck on water bottles like baby bottles and the only time he speaks is to say “goo goo ga ga”.

He’s the opposite of what his assigned “role” was, which is why bro always looks so pissed. Instead of being a sweet widdle uwu child, he’s sarcastic, scheming, and often stand-offish.

I also think it would be really funny if he was the “oldest” in the group, as in the first of them that was turned into a demon.

Given that a good third of his lyrics are in Korean, him being the oldest also makes sense as he would be the least likely to be open to learning English. He looks down on K Pop artists for incorporating a foreign language into their songs, and hates that he has to copy that

He was probably the most well-off back when he was human, perhaps even being in a position of power somewhere in the government. He was the youngest member of whatever court he was serving in, so he was constantly overlooked and underestimated.

Gwi-Ma promised to make him be taken seriously. To finally move up in the world and get what he “rightfully deserved”. What followed was a series of schemes Baby created to get rid of and undermine everyone in a position above him.

Gwi-Ma whispers to Baby about the innocent victims of his climb to power and mocks him for still not being taken seriously due to his youthful appearance

In the final battle, Baby is last seen reacting to Jinu’s sacrifice, realizing that there is a way out. There is redemption. He doesn’t even try to attack Zoey. He just leaves.

(I saw one person say that you can see Baby running away in the crowd of the stadium, which is just so funny. He can teleport but he chose to sprint.)

[librarygarten]

I LOVE YOU'RE WORK!!!

(Can i be 🪲 anon?)

For some reason Tumblr decided to hide this ask from me. I'm glad you liked my LU stuff :)

(Yes)

[librarygarten]

K-Pop Demon Hunters Masterlist

Saja Boys:

General Saja Boys Headcanons

COMING SOON:

7/17 - Saja Boys x Social Media Manager! Reader

7/24 - Saja Boys x Reader - After the Show

7/31 - Saja Boys Group Dynamic Headcanons

[librarygarten]

Hey, y'all! Sorry for the long silence. Dw I'm still alive. However, I don't think I will be continuing this blog as it was.

Even before my hiatus, I noticed the LU fandom was becoming a pretty bad force in many TLoZ spaces. Numerous very talented creators have been criticized for making things that "weren't like in Linked Universe" despite the fact that they were not making Linked Universe content. And that's just the tip of the ice berg. (Apparently some people have become legitimately afraid to create TLoZ content because of LU fans.)

Make no mistake, I still think Linked Universe is a great fan comic! But the fact that so many people have become convinced that LU is the only way canon should be interpreted has honestly put me off the idea of writing fanfics of it for a while. That's part of the reason I went on hiatus in the first place. This should be a place where everyone can have fun and create what they want, not be afraid because they want to do something different than another creator.

I still want to continue writing, and maybe one day I'll return to writing LU. For now, I'm going to shift this blog to another fandom. Expect to see some new fics in the coming weeks!

[librarygarten]

Gonna go on a lil break. It's been really hard to write lately, and I'm super behind on requests. I'll be back soon, besties.

[librarygarten]

Happy April Fools! To celebrate, I'm going to make a fool of myself and publish whatever the heck this is! I feel like Time is one of the Links I struggle writing the most. He's just very different from how I always imagined OoT/MM Link (but that might be because I never played Twilight Princess lol). This is my attempt at finding a happy medium between the two. (I know reader should be more "possessed" by the Fierce Deity, but, counterpoint: it's funny.)

Time x Reader - You Become the Hero of Termina

It had started as a nice walk through the forest. No monsters. Sunny weather.

Honestly, you should have known something would go wrong.

The group had just emerged from another portal. None of the chain recognized the surrounding area, so Time and Warriors had decided to walk until you found something.

Then it happened.

From out of the forest, a short scarecrow-looking creature jumped you. It was wearing a purple and red mask, shaped like a heart and sporting bone-like horns. It meant nothing to you, but the sight of it made Time’s blood run cold. He froze. The rest of the chain reached for weapons, ready to fight off whatever this thing was. Some of them recognized what it was. You didn’t. In the ensuing chaos, the creature made off with Epona.

You were never one to give up easily. Or maybe you were just insanely stupid. Whatever the case, as the thing tried to ride away on Epona, you managed to grab onto one of the saddle bags. Your knees hit the unforgiving dirt repeatedly as you flailed. Miraculously, your grip stayed firm. Unfortunately, that meant the creature dragged you deeper into the dense forest. The group could only watch as the fog swallowed you.

✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧

Three days. That was how long you had to escape. That was how long you had to stop the moon from destroying everything.

Well, that’s not quite accurate. You had three days for as long as you needed. You’re just glad Time’s ocarina had been in one of the saddle bags. And that he had a habit of humming while hiking.

So, you learned the routines. You found the right pattern of events. You got really good at keeping a schedule. And then, finally, after countless resets, you entered the moon.

✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧

One week. That was how long it took Twilight to follow your scent through the twisting forest that seemed to change directions on a whim. Even though Time kept pressing the group to go faster. To search harder.

To say he seemed frazzled was an understatement.

When the chain finally found the deep, dark void that led to Termina, they didn’t hesitate to jump in. They knew what might be waiting for them on the other side. Time had dredged up painful memories, talking long into the night, briefing them on just how bad the situation was.

They needed to find you. Even if they had to save the world. Again. (Legend complained that this was technically an adventure in an adventure, and the goddesses owed him overtime pay.)

Nothing could have prepared Time for what he saw when he finally pushed open the doors of the clock tower.

Clock Town was busy. Vibrant, even. People crowded the town square, dancing and laughing and acting as if the world would keep on going for quite a long time. Glancing up, it wasn’t hard to see why. The moon wasn’t where it should be, and by that, Time meant the moon was exactly where it should be: up in the sky, with the full intent to stay there.

A few of the boys almost made a joke about how worried Time had been. One look at his face quieted them.

His fists were shaking as he made his way through the crowds. He had spent how many years here? And to be back, but completely lost as to what to do? It felt like a slap in the face. Or a kick to the groin. He was half-tempted to scream at the heavens. To demand an answer from the goddesses. But he knew they wouldn’t answer.

“Guys!?” Time’s head snapped towards the familiar voice. Your voice. You had spotted them in the crowds of the Carnival of Time, wandering like lost children. You would have thought it cute if you hadn’t been so relieved to see them.

“Y/N!” Eight Links gasped. You were promptly crushed into a group hug.

Time stood still, watching as you laughed and chatted with the others about… something. He couldn’t quite bring himself to concentrate on what words were said. All he saw was how many calluses you seemed to have on your hands now. How many old scars you seemed to have that he swore weren’t there a few days ago. And the plethora of masks looped through your belt. He doesn’t notice when you shoo the chain away, encouraging them to have fun at the carnival and take the opportunity to stock up on supplies.

“Old man?” You lean into Time’s personal space, snapping him out of the… rather dark place his mind had wandered. “Staring is rude, ya know.”

“Apologies. I was merely… lost in thought.” Under any other circumstances, he would blush in such a situation. If only this were any other circumstance.

“No worries. I’m… sure it’s weird.” You give a strained laugh. How on earth were you supposed to talk about the massive elephant (or should you say moon?) in the room? Better to just rip off the bandaid now, you suppose. “You haven’t been here since you were a kid, right?”

“How do you–?” Time cuts himself off, a horrified look on his face. Ah. Bad idea. He never told you about his time in Termina. You’ve just had to guess from the cryptic dad lore he sometimes dropped and your own experiences. You’re half-inclined to shove your foot into your mouth to stop from saying something else as tactless as that. However, you persevere.

“Oh, sorry, I thought it was obvious,” You blush. “I mean… you’re named Time. And you have a time traveling instrument… for this time loop…” You gradually grow quieter, letting your sentences trail off. Your foot sure was looking tasty right about now. Thankfully, Time pulls himself together enough to carry his half of the conversation.

“Ah. I suppose it is a bit on the nose, isn’t it?” He smiles. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “If you mind me asking… How long have you been here?”

Oh. OH. Ohhhh crap.

“About a week,” you joke. He doesn’t seem amused. You try again. “I, uh, think I only reset about fifty times? But, one of those times I was stuck as a Deku Scrub, so that one totally doesn’t count. And I may have spent four cycles in the Great Bay Temple trying to figure out why the pipes wouldn’t turn on…”

“How could something like this even happen…?” Time sighs, dragging a hand down his face.

“My best guess is we’re in a version of your Hyrule when you were a kid? Maybe kid you is still in Hyrule, and he’ll never come to Termina?” you shrug. “Or, this is a timeline without you, and I got to fill in?”

“Every day the goddesses test my patience more and more,” he shoots a cross look heaven-ward before placing a heavy hand on your shoulder. “I’m glad you’re okay. And seem to be in high spirits. Let’s collect the group and get out of here.”

“About that…” you grin nervously. “I kind of have some loose ends to tie up here first?”

“Like what?”

“Like… sealing Stone Tower… again…” you scratch the back of your head nervously. Time arches an eyebrow, and you can pretty much guess what he’s thinking. You put up your hands defensively. “Hey, I’m a busy person! I got Twinmold’s remains, but this cycle I never got around to closing those doors.”

It was true. After Majora’s defeat, there were still people you needed to help. Of couse you helped defend Romani’s cows during the three days, and you stopped Sakon the thief from stealing from that poor old lady, but there was only so much you could do in 72 hours! You’d been running around Termina like a chicken with your head cut off trying to re-save as many people as possible.

“...Fine,” Time shakes his head, acting more like he’s agreeing to take a kid to go get ice cream than letting you go fight giant sky centipedes.

“Great,” you pull out your, er, Time’s ocarina, ready to play the song of soaring and warp to the top of Stone Tower. “Back in a jiffy!”

“No, I’m going with you,” he grabs your wrist, preventing you from putting the instrument to your lips. You look at him, confused. You’ve got this! You’ve done this before! Okay, technically he has, too, but you’ve done it more recently! You open your mouth to argue, before deciding better and snapping it closed. What’s the harm?

“Okay,” you agree.

The trip to Stone Tower is uneventful, but filled with a suffocating silence. You step onto the glowing, heart-shaped platform together, and close your eyes. When you open them again, you’re standing in the middle of a desert.

“Alright,” you crack your back, then reach for one of your newer masks. It was the last one you ever got. “What do you say we make this quick?”

“Wait, Y/N–!” Time reaches out to stop you, but it’s too late. The Fierce Deity mask sits snugly on your face. He stares up at you, your hair bleached white, eyes glowing with an untameable power. You’re taller now, the helix sword held loosely in your hand.

You smile and wink at him.

The mask speaks in your ear.

“Ugh, must you always be so annoying?” You groan. Time makes a confused face and you realize your mistake. “Oh! Sorry, not you! He talks.” You tap the side of your face, where the mask has fused itself to you. It says something again.

“Yes, yes, I get it. Blood and war and all that fun stuff. We’re here to fight the giant flying centipedes, alright?”

“You’re… in control?” Time sputters, absolutely flabbergasted at your… casual conversation with the deity. When he wore the mask, it was hard to think, much less speak. How were you doing this?

“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow.

The mask speaks again, more insistent this time.

“Hey!” you scold. “Rude! Don’t test me, I will take you off and do this fight myself……..Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“You can speak to him? And he’s… listening?” Time’s fingers brush over his own cheek, where he knows two angry red lines are forever etched into his skin. You wince at the reminder. Sure, it wasn’t your Fierce Deity that had done that, but still.

“Don’t worry,” you smile. Time can’t help but notice your sharper-than-normal canines. “I make sure to annoy him.”

He can’t find the words to respond.

The mask calls you a very… creative name. You choose to ignore it.

A roar sounds out across the desert, pulling your attention away from your two(?) companions.

The ground shakes as Twinmold rises from the sand.

That’s right.

You had a job to do.

“Alright, let’s make some bugs into corpses!” Your grin widens as you point a sword towards the flying monster. You feel someone else’s pure joy rush through your veins. Finally!

It takes two minutes to finish off the monster. A bit longer to get back to Clock Town. Time spends all of it in stunned silence.

It’s not until you’re back in Hyrule, walking through the forest with the rest of the chain that you remember.

“Oh! Time, here,” you reach into your pocket and pull out the ocarina. “Sorry, I kind of took it from your bag. You should have it back.”

He turns, stopping in his tracks on the trail, and stares down at the little instrument. Finally, he reaches forward, and closes your fingers around it. When he speaks, his words are barely above a whisper.

“Keep it.”

[librarygarten]

I love your ideas for isekai reader! but what about a reader who is a professional or hardcore gamer? in the sense that will probably finish the videogames with the minimum of items or with lower level weapons

all this based on my friend's experience, who when he completed final fantasy discovered that the weapons could be improved or that there were more powerful weapons to defeat the bosses

—————

the chain: this enemy is very difficult, we should upgrade our weapons and come back later-

Gamer reader: the life bar moved, it can bleed

the chain: ...b-but this enemy attacks from very close range-

Gamer reader: then attack from afar

gamer reader: If the enemy can bleed, it can die

As a certified baby that can't complete any game without a walkthrough, this is absolutely not my lived experience. It takes a special kind of crazy to do that. /pos

The battle was fierce. The monster was strong. The HP bar, something that apparently only you could see, hadn’t moved an inch. Honestly, it felt like you were playing Souls again.

You were no stranger to tough fights. What made this one different was the fact that you were actually in the fight, as opposed to controlling a game character. Getting up close and personal with a monster sure did change some things.

“We need to fall back!” Time yells over the sound of swords clattering uselessly against the monster’s thick skin. “Champion, cover us!”

Wild obeys, pulling out his Sheika Slate and sending chains of energy towards the beast. It will only keep it in stasis for a few seconds, but it was better than nothing. Sky lands one more hit as he flees and you see it: the health bar moves. It probably only lost 1 hp, but it was better than nothing. A few thousand more hits like that, and it would fall, no problem!

“The health bar moved!” you excitedly tell Time and Warriors as you sprint away through the forest.

“Congratulations?” Wars looks at you in confusion.

“That means we can beat it!” you insist. “We just need to get a few more good hits in and it’s toast!”

“We can come back after we upgrade our weapons,” Time decides. “The monster is too powerful to take on at the moment. We were barely able to get away as it is.”

“But we damaged it!” you try again.

“Not enough. We need to do more damage in a shorter amount of time if we stand any chance at beating that thing.” Legend pipes up, and you glare daggers at him. He wasn’t even part of this conversation! What was he doing, butting in and sharing his completely incorrect idea?

“Are you talking about the little nick I gave it?” Sky asks, coming to run alongside you. “I’d hardly call that damage. It barely bled.”

“If it can bleed, it can die.” You mutter. This was getting you nowhere. Fine. If they wouldn’t listen to reason, you’d finish the job yourself. Without so much as a goodbye, you turn on your heel and begin sprinting back through the trees towards the monster.

In your haste, you nearly mow over Four and Wind. Four curses as you pass by, momentarily thrown off balance. Wind somehow puts Four to shame with his own expletives.

“Where are you going?” You hear a voice call after you. “Do you have a freaking death wish!?”

You ignore it and keep running.

The monster is exactly where you left it.

You steady your breathing as it locks eyes with you. It charges. You roll. Your sword strikes against its side as you dodge.

-1 hp.

The best slams its fist into the ground, trying to squash you. It misses my millimeters. You stab at it again.

-1 hp.

Again. And again. You dodge. You strike. You slowly chip away at its health.

You’re not sure how long it takes. You can’t focus on anything other than your movement patterns. When it finally falls, the sun is beginning to rise. Weird. You thought it was afternoon.

“Y/N! What in Hylia’s name were you thinking!?” Your limbs feel like lead as Wild shakes you. It takes a few moments for you to connect that he’s even talking to you. Was he… scolding you? Him??? Mr. I-sled-down-cliffs-for-fun?

“That was… insanely reckless,” Time sighs. He’s standing behind Wild, and he somehow looks even more tired than you feel.

“Where did you guys come from?” You try to think back, but your thoughts are about as fast as cold molasses. They had left, hadn’t they? Why were they here? You feel yourself being sat down as Hyrule begins to heal you.

“Most of us went back to town,” Wind explains. “We were gonna fight it with better supplies.”

“I stayed back to watch. I was planning on pulling you out of the fight, but you… seemed to handle yourself alright,” Warriors massages his temples. “I swear, if I gray early I’m holding you and you alone responsible.”

“Why didn’t you wait?” Legend asks. His familiar snark feels strained. Awww, was he worried about you? If you didn’t feel like passing out, maybe you would tease him a bit. Instead, you decide to answer his question.

“Why would I?”

You can hear multiple Links’ blood pressures rise as they take in your words.

Congrats! Every Link has even more anxiety now! Are you happy?

[librarygarten]

#2 Chain x Space Orc! Human! Reader - Body Swap

Part 2 includes Legend, Hyrule, and Twilight Part 1 ✿ Part 2 (you are here) ✿ Part 3

Duck. Dodge. Punch. Repeat.

The wizzrobe before you was growing incredibly frustrated. Most of its spells seemed to simply glance off of you with no effect. Others simply stung, leaving angry red marks where they touched your skin. You socking it in the face repeatedly probably just upset it further.

You were different from your traveling companions. Your ears were round. You had never wielded a sword. Magic seemed to have no effect on you. Oh, and you could bench press a Lynel without breaking a sweat.

Link swung his sword, slashing at the wizzrobe’s back. The thing cried out, flying up toward the ceiling of the room.

How had it gotten like this? The chain had entered the dungeon together, but now it was only you and Link. You hadn’t even seen them leave. You had been talking with Link, and when you turned around, the rest of the chain was simply. Gone.

The wizzrobe muttered something to itself in its strange language. It held its hands in front of itself, and you realized, perhaps too late, that it was chanting something. An orb of dark energy appeared between its palms. You didn’t even have time to think when it flung the spell at Link. You just knew whatever it was would be bad news if it hit him. You sprinted towards him, trying to get between him and the spell. Unfortunately, you were just a bit too slow. The energy hit your back, but you weren’t able to shield Link completely. You aren’t sure where it hit him, but right now it felt like your bones were on fire.

You screamed, falling to the floor. Behind you, the wizzrobe snickered, and you heard the damned thing teleport away. Great. Groaning, you got up. You muscles screamed at you in protest, demanding a break you couldn’t give them yet.

“Ugh, stupid wizzrobe,” you sigh before deciding to check in on your traveling partner. “You okay?”Your voice sounded weird. Had your ears popped? Man, that spell had hurt.

Legend

The room feels strangely quiet now. You look around, only to find a second you in the room with you, lying face-down on the floor nearby. Your heat jumps into your throat as they lift themselves up on their elbows. Before you can ask who they are (and why they have your face), an utterly filthy series of curses, insulting the wizzrobe, the dungeon’s architects, and the absent chain, falls from their lips.

You know exactly who that is.

“Legend?”

“Yeah?” He rubs his head. Well, your head, but you suppose it’s his for now. He hasn’t looked at you yet, but you can only assume that if he’s in your body, you must be… well.

“Try not to freak out.” Your request is met with a puzzled look, followed by another string of curses as he jumps to his feet. His hand moves to where his sword should be… only your outfit doesn’t have a sword (the flimsy Hylian metal bends in your hands). So much for not freaking out.

“Y/N???” He sputters your name, flabbergasted, then winces. “Ack. Why is the room so echo-y now?”

“What are you talking about?” You strain to listen to the room. It’s still almost eerily quiet. You can’t quite place it, but you feel an emptiness in the air. Like something is missing.

“That!” Legend clutches his ears, trying to block out the noises of the room. “Every time we talk it echoes in the room about a million times! And there’s a pounding noise that won’t stop! How can you not hear that?”

“Wait… what’s the pounding noise sound like?” You ask hesitantly. You have a sinking feeling that you already knew the answer.

“It’s kind of like… da dum… da dum… Like a drum or something.” He keeps his hands clasped tightly over his ears.

“Oh. Oh!” You realize what was missing. Why the room felt far too quiet. “You have my hearing now! You can hear my heartbeat!”

“You can hear people’s heartbeats!?” His cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink at the revelation. Unfortunately, his own voice echoes off the walls of the room, causing him to curl into himself, tightening his grip over his ears.

“Shoot. Sorry, this is gonna take some getting used to.” You pat his back. You remember how hard it was when you had first come to Hyrule. Everything seemed louder and sharper and smellier. Not to mention your strength.

“How on earth can you deal with hearing everything all the time?” Legend groans, his voice quiet in an attempt to spare his poor ears.

“Here,” you pull the bag on his back open just enough to fish around inside and grab what you need. You slip the headphones over his head, and almost immediately he relaxes. “I use these to sleep sometimes. They block out some noise, but not all of it.”

“I am never yelling at you again,” he adjusts the headphones on his head, ensuring they properly cover his ears. “This is pure torture.”

“Oh! That reminds me!” You reach into your new bag. The magical trinkets Legend carries around glitter inside. You pull out the first thing that catches your eye: a red stick with a ball on the end. You have no idea what it does. “Now that I’m not human I can use these things!”

“Hey! Those are mine!”

“You took my body, I take your junk, you hoarder!”

“Y/N!”

“>:]”

Hyrule

Your entire body is buzzing, as if you had rubbed your socks on the carpet and then touched a piece of metal. That wasn’t good. The spell had hit Hyrule, too, and he hadn’t responded to your question yet. You turn to look for him, only to come face to face with a terrified-looking copy of yourself.

“Ack!” You jump backwards, fists ready for a fight. As if responding to your panic, the static feeling intensifies. The other you scrambles to their feet and tries to grab something off their back. When their hand finds nothing but air, they pause, shooting a quizzical look over their shoulder. Then they look down at their clothes and squawk in surprise.

“Y/N?” The other you asks. Against your better judgement, you nod. “Umm… look down?”

You do as the other you asks, only to discover something horribly wrong: you’re wearing Hyrule’s clothes.

And skin.

You are Hyrule now.

“What!?” You look at the other you. “Hyrule?”

He waves sheepishly. “The spell must have swapped our bodies. Don’t worry, this kind of magic usually wears off on its own.”

“Darn it,” you slump your shoulders forward. You liked your body. Hyrule’s was pretty good, but you’d much rather look at his than be in it.

“Sorry,” he gives you an apologetic smile.

“It’s not your fault,” you drag a hand down your face. The buzzing in your veins continues. “Your body just feels weird. It’s all tingle-ly and stuff.”

“Tingle-ly?” Hyrule repeats, puzzled. Unfortunately, you don’t have time to explain further as the wizzrobe makes it’s presence known again, laughing with glee as it teleports beside you.

Without wasting a moment, you punch it, just as you had been doing before. You hand connects with its face, but this time, pain explodes out from your knuckles.

“Owwww,” you wince, holding your injured hand close to your chest. That’s right. Fragile Hylian bones.

“Hyah!” Hyrule holds his hands out towards the wizzrobe.

Nothing happens. 

Suddenly, his eyes widen and he looks at his new hands with a growing sense of dread. “I can’t feel my magic at all.”

That was to be expected. Most magic didn’t seem to affect you, which also meant you couldn’t use it. Still, for Hyrule, being separated from it, even for a short period of time, must have been strange.

Wait… if he had your lack of magic… did that mean?

You snap your fingers experimentally, sticking your tongue out in concentration as you try to mimic what you’d seen Hyrule do dozens of times. A small spark of electricity dances between your fingers.

“Sick,” the smile that makes its way on your face can only be described as deranged. You turn to look at the wizzrobe, who appears to be slowly backing away from you in fear.

“Y/N?” Hyrule asks. The magic thrums in your veins, the static feeling intensifying in your hands as you call forth more electricity.

“I’ve always wanted to try this,” you giggle. Then, you chuck the ball of lighting from your hand directly at the wizzrobe. It falls to the floor in a pile.

“Woah! Careful, don’t use up all my magic!” Hyrule warns.

“Aww, but it’s so cool,” you pout. “I’m never going to be able to do this again! Can’t I have just a little fun with it?”

“...”

“Please~?”

“...Fine.”

Twilight

“I’m alright,” Twilight mumbles. His voice sounds… different. You turn your head, trying to look at him, only to get a face-full of something hairy. Your heart skips a beat as you try to attack whatever animal suddenly attached itself to your face. Your arms feel heavy and sluggish as you throw the creature to the floor. When you finally get a good look at it, you realize it’s not an animal at all. It’s a pelt. Specifically the one that Twilight is supposed to be wearing right now. 

“Dang. I didn’t think my fashion choices offended you that much,” he laughs. His voice still sounds weird. You spin on your heel to face him and find, not Twilight, but yourself looking back. They smirk and wave.

“...Twilight?” You ask. You’re afraid to know the answer. When he nods, you’re only left with more questions. You decide to start with just one: “How?”

“I’m guessing the wizzrobe swapped our minds,” he shrugs, as if this were only the fifth weirdest thing he had seen that day. “Weird. I thought magic didn’t affect you.”

“Swap?” You look down. Sure enough, you’re Twilight now, complete with green tunic and weird pinecone-looking necklace full of dark magic. You reach down to pick up the cloak that you had so violently discarded a few moments ago, wrinkling your nose at the wet dog smell that greets your nose. It takes more effort than you expect to lift it. Strange. Twilight looked muscular enough. Were Hylians really that much weaker than humans? Still, it was strange that the spell had affected you at all. You try to respond to Twilight’s statement, but the smell wafting from the cloak distracts you. “Must have been a pretty powerful spell– I’m sorry, but when was the last time you washed this?”

“I washed it… recently,” he refuses to meet your gaze, and you can practically hear the sweat drip down the back of his neck. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“I’m using this as an opportunity to do your laundry. Smelling you from across camp was bad enough, but how can you live like this, man?” You pick at his tunic (well, your tunic, for now). Somehow it also smells like a wet dog. Actually, now that you think about it, maybe Twilight’s body is the thing that smells like a dog, because the scent seems to cling to you in an almost unnatural way.

“You cannot smell me from across camp,” he blushes, offended.

“Yes, I can,” you grimace, still examining your new clothing. Did he roll through a mud puddle? No, it hadn’t rained in a while. Where did all this dirt come from? “One of the perks of being a human. Sensitive nose. And ears. And eyes.”

“Huh. Now that you mention it, it does feel like when I’m in wolf form,” he sounds surprised. Oh yeah, his wolf form. Is that why his body smelled like a dog? Surely, he bathed since last transforming, right?

“Glad it’s you and not one of the others, then. Can you imagine the cow Legend would have if he could suddenly smell Wild,” you snicker. Twilight looks shocked for a moment before breaking out in laughter.

“Oh man, he’d never shut up,” he chuckles, but the expression looks alien on your face. You already miss the way his nose would scrunch up when he laughs. Hopefully this swap would be a short one.

“Maybe it’d finally make Wild bathe,” you muse.

“Unlikely.”

[librarygarten]

hai! i’m the anon that asked for the magical girl reader, i finally saw it and i loved it! the inspiration was me thinking of the chain as magical girls (i was trying to pair them up with the sailor scouts), which eventually became the simple urge of me wanting a magical girl reader

so thank you for writing it :3!!

- 🎀anon (may i be known as that?)

Bow anon in the house!!!

Honestly, I've never seen Sailor Moon (I assume that's what the Sailor Scouts are from?) but the thought of the boys dressing up all pretty and then bashing Ganon's face in with hammers? Amazing.

[librarygarten]

I actually have some more ideas for scenarios regarding isekai reader, if you don't mind answering them.

Imagine telling the Chain that your favorite saga isn't The legend of Zelda, but another Nintendo series, like Mario.

Wind: So how does it feel to meet your favorite heroes from your favorite game series, cool huh?

Isekai: Oh, well Meeting you is great and all, but you're not my favorite series, actually, heh.

Chain: w h a t

Isekai: Yeah, so Nintendo's most popular series is called Super Mario and i LOVE their games, they're my all time favorite and-

Isekai reader reader proceeded to ramble about Mario and his games.

All of them are going to be so offended lol. What do you mean they're not your favorite!? What's this plumber have that they don't? >:[

“So, tell us, Y/N, what’s it like finally meeting your favorite video game heroes?” Warriors has a sly grin plastered across his face.

“Huh?” You’re caught off-guard by the question. So off-guard, that you don’t have time to censor the next words out of your mouth. “You guys aren’t my favorite video games.”

“WHAT!?” Wild gasps from halfway across the camp. Turning to look towards him, you notice the entire chain seems to suddenly be focusing on your’s and Warriors’ conversation, although some are better at hiding it than others. Time at least has the decency to look away, but based on the not-so-subtle glances he keeps making in your direction, you can tell he’s still listening.

“What do you mean we’re not your favorite!?” Wind sounds half-offended, half-heartbroken at the news. “I thought you loved playing my games.”

“Ah, I do,” you smile nervously. “It’s just that I like other games better, you know?”

“What could be better than our games?” Legend fiddles with the rings on his fingers, trying to pretend not to care. He’s not very convincing. “I thought you said some of mine were so popular they got made multiple times?”

“Yeah,” you agree hesitantly, “but those aren’t even my favorite Legend of Zelda Games.” Legend’s eye twitches at your confession, but he remains silent.

“So what games do you like?” Hyrule asks.

“Probably Mario,” you light up at the chance to talk about your favorite game. “He’s kind of like you guys, in that most of the games involve saving a princess.”

“Oh, so he’s a hero like us,” Sky nods. It would make sense if you liked their games that you would like other similar games.

“Err, no. He’s a plumber,” you chuckle nervously.

“A plumber?” Four raises an eyebrow. “As in the guys that fix pipes?”

You nod.

“So what makes him better than us?” Twilight blushes at his own question. Apparently, he had not meant that to come out. Still, he seems to be eagerly awaiting your response.

Was he jealous?

Looking again at the boys, they all seem invested in what you’re about to say next.

“Uhh,” your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you try to respond. What were you supposed to say? That you liked jumping from platform to platform, stepping on turtles, more than you liked solving dungeon puzzles? That your ideal character was a mushroom wearing a mining headlamp? “I don’t know? Mario games feel a lot less lonely, I guess?”

“Lonely?” Time seems puzzled. Ah, so he was done pretending not to eavesdrop and had actually decided to join the conversation.

“Yeah. Most of them have multiplayer, so my siblings and I could each play a different character and we could beat the level together,” you smile at the memory. Many lazy summer afternoons had been spent yelling at the screen with your siblings, scolding each other for falling off a platform only to fall off the same one moments later.

“Wait, but I thought my games were multiplayer?” Four points to himself, confused.

“Dude, yours do not count.”

“Aw :(”

[librarygarten]

Hey, hello :) so I don't really know how requests work so I hope to do well. (and sorry, I use google translate) (ho, and I gender it in the feminine but you can ignore that if you want)

It would be possible to make a story where Reader comes from our world and therefore knows the saga of Zelda games, except that she doesn't know how she appeared, because unlike the others she didn't enter a portal, she just fell asleep and woke up there. So the boys want her to come because 1) she also suddenly appeared in another universe, and 2) it would be suicide for someone who knows nothing about it (apart from knowledge of games) to be left in a world like that... except that she knows NOTHING about social connections because she was isolated throughout her childhood and continues to be isolated, (she is 15 years old) and she has never had any friends, so she doesn't want to come with them and prefers to walk in Hyrule with a high chance of dying rather than follow them, so they have to force it. And he also notices lines and unhidden burns (short sleeves) on all his arms; that healing spells, potions, magic, etc. don't work on her (she's a human after all) and that she categorically refuses to eat her world's food.

Well… I think I let myself go a little too much there😅😅 sorry, and thank you in advance if you read my message <33

Hi Anon,

I'm having a hard time understanding what you're asking for.

I think you're asking for a socially isolated female Isekai!Reader that fell asleep and woke up in their world, then forms a close relationship with Hyrule?

But who has burns and "lines" (scars?) on their arms? And what are the injuries from?

Sorry about this! I just want to make sure I write what you want :]

[librarygarten]

??????? IN DECEMBER THERE WERE ONLY 100 OF YOU ???????? HOW DID Y'ALL DOUBLE IN THREE MONTHS ???????????

Thank you all so much! Honestly, I never expected this blog to get 50 followers, let alone 200.

I'm a bit busy with midterms, but I am reading all the notes and asks you leave me. You guys are so sweet and I have no idea what I did to deserve all your kind words. (One of you left me an ask that literally made me cry happy tears).

I'm also thinking of maybe expanding the blog somehow. I'm toying with the idea of perhaps doing Pokemon (or some other fandom) Tuesdays and LoZ/LU Thursdays, but maybe that would be better as its own blog? Idk, lemme know :]

[librarygarten]

had this on my mind for a month, but the chain with a reader who is a magical girl, like the chain thinks the reader is just a regular person, then they’re suddenly in a dress that’s impractical for battle, but they’re absolutely kicking ass.

I don't want to put too much pressure on you writing an entire thing for this, so I would just like headcanons of their reactions or if they had a feeling that the reader was hiding something :3

sorry if this is written a bit oddly, I tried my best to make sure it was clear TwT

That sounds hilarious ngl. Hope you don't mind I kept these on the shorter side this time!

Chain x Magical Girl! Reader

This was bad. The monsters just kept coming. The chain was getting exhausted. You had to help. With a determined nod to your animal companion, you reach into your purse and pull out your wand. The clearing is bathed in light as you transform, momentarily making the fighting cease as monsters and heroes alike shield their eyes.

Your traveling outfit, drab but practical, melts away into something more fitting for the occasion: tall boots, a skirt, and, of course, dozens of flowing ribbons.

The first monster doesn’t even have time to react when you launch yourself at it, leaping up and kicking it directly in the face. The heel of your boot digs into its eye, and it screams before collapsing into a pile of dark sludge.

You cut through the rest of the monsters like a hot knife through butter. Leaping gracefully about the clearing, bashing in skulls with your wand as your outfit flows gracefully behind you. Moments later, the forest is quiet. You turn to your companions, about to ask if they’re okay, only to be met with their shocked expressions.

“Y/N, what in Hylia’s name was that.”

Sky isn’t sure what he’s looking at, at first. How did you change so quickly? Why were you suddenly so good at fighting? Were you an incarnate deity, like his Zelda? He’s got a million questions that he’s too polite to ask you. 

Four’s jaw is on the floor. How could you get rid of so many monsters wearing such a weird outfit? He’s going to try to figure out how your wand works so he can give you actual armor when you transform. Don’t get him wrong, your outfit is cute, but there’s practically no protection!

Time immediately thinks of the Fierce Deity. Your ridiculous outfit change seems a bit too familiar for comfort. He’ll ask where you acquired such a power, and try to figure out what kind of deity would dress… like that.

The only thing Hyrule can think to compare you to is a fairy. Your pretty clothes and the way you seem to float around the battlefield are downright magical. He can feel the power radiating off of you, and honestly, it kind of scares him.

Legend just assumes you have an incredibly powerful magical artifact. Technically, he’s not wrong. He might scold you for not pulling it out sooner.

Twilight knows what it’s like to transform, but his is a lot less… fancy. He had a suspicion you were hiding something (because HE’S been hiding Wolfie and can recognize when someone is keeping a similar secret) but he was expecting you to have a “dark” power like he does, not… glitter city.

Warriors will chew you out for not telling him that you could do that sooner. Having another magic user on the team is useful, especially with how competent it makes you in battle. (If he had a nickel for everyone on the team that could suddenly transform into a super-powered version of themselves accompanied by a complete outfit change, he’d have two nickels. Please reassure him it’s not like FD. He already worries about his kid so much he has gray hairs at 25).

Wild is no stranger to magical clothes. He just assumes the outfit boosts your attack or something. It is cool how you can change so fabulously, though. Can you teach him how to do it?

Wind wants to use your wand. He can borrow it for a little bit, right? Please? He wants a magical girl transformation, too :[

[librarygarten]

#1 Chain x Space Orc! Human! Reader - Body Swap

I've seen some body swaps floating around, but I think it would be funny if reader was also a Space Orc Human :] Part 1 includes Sky, Four, and Time Part 1 (you are here) ✿ Part 2 ✿ Part 3

Duck. Dodge. Punch. Repeat.

The wizzrobe before you was growing incredibly frustrated. Most of its spells seemed to simply glance off of you with no effect. Others simply stung, leaving angry red marks where they touched your skin. You socking it in the face repeatedly probably just upset it further.

You were different from your traveling companions. Your ears were round. You had never wielded a sword. Magic seemed to have no effect on you. Oh, and you could bench press a Lynel without breaking a sweat.

Link swung his sword, slashing at the wizzrobe’s back. The thing cried out, flying up toward the ceiling of the room.

How had it gotten like this? The chain had entered the dungeon together, but now it was only you and Link. You hadn’t even seen them leave. You had been talking with Link, and when you turned around, the rest of the chain was simply. Gone.

The wizzrobe muttered something to itself in its strange language. It held its hands in front of itself, and you realized, perhaps too late, that it was chanting something. An orb of dark energy appeared between its palms. You didn’t even have time to think when it flung the spell at Link. You just knew whatever it was would be bad news if it hit him. You sprinted towards him, trying to get between him and the spell. Unfortunately, you were just a bit too slow. The energy hit your back, but you weren’t able to shield Link completely. You aren’t sure where it hit him, but right now it felt like your bones were on fire.

You screamed, falling to the floor. Behind you, the wizzrobe snickered, and you heard the damned thing teleport away. Great. Groaning, you got up. You muscles screamed at you in protest, demanding a break you couldn’t give them yet.

“Ugh, stupid wizzrobe,” you sigh before deciding to check in on your traveling partner. “You okay?”

Your voice sounded weird. Had your ears popped? Man, that spell had hurt.

Sky

“Um, Y/N?” You hear a voice say. It sounds vaguely familiar, but it definitely wasn’t any of the Links, especially not the one you had been with during the fight. You whip your head towards the speaker, only to be met with your own face.

You look at the thing wearing your face. Generally speaking, things that took your likeness were bad news. You mind races with different possibilities. Shadow clone? Skinwalker? Mirror dimension? You brace for a fight, only to feel an unfamiliar weight in your hand. Strange. You look down, wondering if you had picked something up without noticing.

Was that the freaking Master Sword????

You look at the sword in your hand, then down at your clothes. This is not the outfit you put on this morning, but you recognize it. Green tunic. White cape. You put a hand to your mouth in shock, but then you feel a structure that is very much not your face under your fingertips.

“Sky???” You turn to the thing with your face and it grimaces.

“Present.” He smiles, one of the corners of his (your?) mouth slightly higher than the other. The expression is cuter when it’s on his face, you think.

“What.” You motion at him (you??). He shrugs.

“I have no idea. My best guess is that the wizzrobe swapped us? Like now I’m in your body?” Sky looks down at his new form, turning to examine his new arms. He furrowed his eyebrows and pokes at his bicep. “Wow. I never realized how big your muscles are. I feel like I could pick up Epona, now.”

You feel your new face grow hot at his comment. Oh, but that did remind you.

“Uhh, do you want Fi back?” You hold the sword out to him, only to be shocked by how much effort it takes to hold it up with your arm fully extended. Thankfully, Sky takes it.

“Thanks.” He points to the room’s entrance, currently blocked by the metal bars that had swung into place right after you had entered the room and shortly before the wizzrobe had attacked. “Guess we’re stuck for a while.”

“What do you mean?” You give him a quizzical look. He gives you one back.

“The only door to the room is locked. Normally, it would open when we defeated the monster in the room, but I think it… left?”

“Just bend the bars.” You grin.

“Bend the giant metal bars? With what?” He glances around the room, searching perhaps for a tool you had seen that he hadn’t. The room is empty.

“You’ve got my body now!” You laugh. “If this place was made by anything that lives in Hyrule, Lorule, Termina, etc., it should be a piece of cake! Honestly, all your buildings are so fragile it’s a headache to not ruin stuff when we go into a town.”

“Wait, really?” Sky tilts his head. “You’re that strong?”

“You have seen me punch a hole through a guardian from Wild’s era with my bare hands.” You deadpan. He nods nervously, places the Master Sword in its sheath, and grabs the bars. As expected, the metal bends with almost no effort on Sky’s part. He pauses for a moment, as if shocked by his strength. You skip past him.

“Come on! Let’s go find the others. I bet Rulie can fix this. I do not like being this short.” You smirk.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m above average height for a Hylian! You’re just freakishly tall!” He laughs, following you down the hall.

Four

“Peachy,” someone says. Strange. That voice sounds vaguely familiar, but it certainly wasn’t Four’s. You look up, only to be inches away from your own face. Both you and the… other you? yelp, jumping backwards. You land less than gracefully on your butt.

“Ow,” you groan, rubbing your tailbone. Weird. Since when did hitting the ground hurt so much?

“Who are you?” The other you stares at you, eyes wide.

“Me? You’re the one wearing my face! Who the heck are you?” You scowl.

“I didn’t split, did I?” The other you looks confused. “No, can’t be. The Four Sword is right-” They reach up, as if to grab a sword from their back. But you’ve never worn a sword on your back, and whatever the thing was had copied your entire outfit, including your lack of a weapon. The other you curses, turning to look behind itself. Looking for something?

You decide it doesn’t matter. Now’s your chance to overpower it. If it’s just an illusion, it should be easy to grapple the thing and force it to tell you where the heck Four and the wizzrobe went. If it’s a perfect copy, it might be a bit harder, but that’s a future you problem.

“What did you do with Four you weird Skinwalker wannabe!” You cry, flinging yourself at the other you. Then you feel yourself hitting the wall. What?

Your head spins as you slide to the floor, struggling to take air into your lungs. You see the other you, a shocked expression on its face. One of its arms was raised. It must have thrown you off as soon as it felt you grab it. So it had copied your strength. Great.

“Wait… Y/N???” The other you’s mouth hangs open. It slowly approaches, and you pull yourself to your feet. You’re barely taller than its waist. Oh. Oh no.

“Four???” You need to crane your neck to look at his (your?) face. You quickly decide that being short is horrible and you would like to go back to being at least a head taller than everyone else in Hyrule. Even if you kept bruising your forehead on low doorways.

“Oh, thank Hylia.” He laughs, swiping the hair away from his face. “For a second I thought there was another me again.”

“What do you mean ‘again’?” You cross your arms.

“Long story.” He smiles.

“Don’t tell me you have an evil clone of yourself, too.” You groan. “Time’s is bad enough. I don’t want to deal with two.”

“Oh, no. Well, not any more, I don’t think.” He looks at the ground. “Although I do wonder where he’s gone, given the situation.”

You look at the ground he’s staring at. Nothing particularly interesting, just stones. The torch behind you makes your shadow stretch across the floor. Before you can ask what he’s even talking about, your shadow waves.

“What the heck!?” You jump back, as if that would separate you from your own shadow.

“Huh. I guess he’s your problem now.” Four chuckles. Your shadow makes a rude gesture. Four makes one back.

“Please tell me I’m hallucinating.” You sigh. Was his shadow alive? How was that even possible? You missed home, where magic was confined to books and movies and shadows obeyed the laws of physics. “This is some Peter Pan type BS, right here.”

“It’ll be fine.” Four waves his hand, shooing away your comment like a bothersome fly. “I’m sure this is temporary.”

“Fine.” You nod at the shadow. “Nice to meet you, I guess. I would have introduced myself earlier if Four had told me you existed.” You shoot the Hylian in question a scolding look.

“Sorry. There was just never a good time to bring it up.” He winces. Outside of the room, down the hallway, you hear the unmistakable sound of wizzrobe laughter. If you kill that stupid thing, maybe the spell will reverse.

“We can talk about this after I get my body back.” You motion towards the laughter. “Let’s go. Being short sucks.”

“Hey!”

Time

“I’m alright.” You hear a voice say. It’s not Time’s, but you’re so disoriented you can’t seem to care. Your head is swimming and your vision seems funny. Not blurry. Just… off.  Like a part is missing. You reach up, touching your face, and freeze.

One of your eyes is closed, and you can feel the ridges of an old scar tracing over your eyelid and down your cheek. It’s not your face, but you know exactly who it does belong to. You look up, only to see your own face staring back.

“Great.” You groan, picking yourself up off the ground and dusting off your legs. The armor you're wearing clinks against itself quietly, the weight unfamiliar on your shoulders. “Just great.”

“What am I looking at?” Time asks with your voice. You cringe.

“We got swapped.” You hold out your hand to help him off the floor. He takes it. His grip is crushing, and you pull away, causing him to fall back down. “Ack! Dude, watch the hand!”

“Sorry. I’m not used to… this.” He trails off as he watches you pry the now very bent metal piece off of the glove on your hand.

“It’s fine.” You lie. Your hand throbs, and there’s a non-zero chance that he just broke one of your (his?) bones. “Just be careful, okay? You Hylians are kind of delicate.” You hold out your other hand.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He raises an eyebrow, but gingerly grabs your hand and hoists himself to his feet.

“I have picked all nine of you up, at once, on more than one occasion. You guys are light and I’m strong,” you remind him. “You do realize I need to be careful not to break, like, all of the bones in your body, right?”

“I hadn’t thought about that.” He frowns and looks down at his new body. “It does feel like I’m wearing multiple power bracelets.”

“That’s not even the worst part about being human.” You chuckle. “Wait til you realize you can’t eat half the food Wild makes now.”

“Wait, really?” Time looks utterly perplexed. “I had no idea! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Like I needed to give you more gray hairs.” You pick up a chunk of bangs to illustrate your point. “It’s fine.”

“We will be discussing this later.” He sighs, massaging his temples. Somehow, he makes even your voice sound like a tired dad’s. “One thing at a time, though. Let’s see if we can find that wizzrobe and reverse this. Or at least get out and consult the traveler on this magic.”

Suddenly, a horrible idea pops into your head.

“Orrrr…”

“Or what?” He raises an eyebrow.

“How long do you think it would take them to notice we swapped?” You watch the gears turn in Time’s head as he thinks about your idea. You’re half worried he’s about to scold you, but then a downright evil grin graces his face.

“I bet we could get away with it for a few hours, at least.”