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By the Blades We Meet

lmaooo randomly back again. This one is a bit more eventful in terms of setting up the tone for future stuff so enjoy :D

Chapter four

"Good, now a little faster."

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, eyes flicking up to the almost condescending smile that plastered all over his face. Ganondorf should be at least proud of you being able to handle a spear even though you barely use spears at all, but of course the snarky bastard would choose to laugh at your slight discomfort. To make matters even more irksome, it turns out he's just as good with a spear as with a katana.

"Wish you had a katana in hand, hm?"

You chose to ignore his comment, instead taking the obvious opening to his side.

You watched helplessly as he blocked that attack with a speed that should be deemed impossible for his build. He always seemed to be the one who is strong but slow, though your sparring sessions kept giving a jarring reminder that he's just as agile and fast as you are.

He huffed a laugh, and you saw this slightest shift in his posture, and your instincts took over.

You turned to the side just as he charged at you, narrowly dodging the strike that you barely registered. That could've knocked you straight into that wall if you didn't act as fast as you did. Your heart hammered, Ganondorf seemed to hesitate just half a second before turning back, and you took the opportunity and lunged, the sudden force made him lose balance, knocking him to the ground.

You grinned, hovering above him. Taking in the joy of his flabbergasted expression.

"Well, it looks like the 'noob' had just won."

He stared at your gleeful expression. He was somehow breathing fast, and it was something other than the thrill of your spar session, or you being on top of him.

Or anything similar to that.

When he dashed at you and saw you shifting away just at the last second, it stirred something inside of him. He wasn't sure what it was, but it stirred something familiar. The sight of your face, blurred in his speed, half hidden behind locks of silver hair that was dyed a light yellow by the sunlight. But he can see the eyes that peered underneath them: determined, focused.

That scene looked familiar, like an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. It reminded him of golden locks, a pair of blue eyes that looked as deep as the heavens yet as cold as eternal winter. It reminded him of anger, elation, and almost a desperate longing for something. Something that brought a sickening sense flooding at him.

His heart was beating way too fast, he was getting slightly lightheaded. In his peripheral vision, he had saw you pounce at him, but he couldn't get enough time to stop you. You had more strength than he thought, and the slight pain when he fell on the floor snapped him back from reality. He stared at you, taking the sight of your face, and finding his pacing heart magically calm down.

"Ganondorf? Hello? I just won~" The sight of your fingers waving was the final he needed to come back to himself. You laughed at the realization dawning in his eyes, taking your turn to be the smug one. "Well?" You asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, congratulations on your first win of today." He rolled his eyes jokingly, knowing the reminder will likely make your face drop. And it did, which was hilarious yet adorable at the same time.

You were so close to him... He can just raise his hand, cup the back of your head, and lean up... just a little bit...

"Sore loser." You huffed, clanking down your spear at the side of his head. He doesn't seem to be bothered, but a genuine smile shining on his face at your exasperated expression.

"Of course, that was no small feat. You should be proud of yourself, just as I am of you, little warrior."

The sun was suddenly getting very hot, because your cheeks are burning. If he saw it, he was gracious enough not to mention it. You tensed in your position, seeing him cocking his eyebrow and giving you a suggestive smirk. You felt a hand suddenly clasping down at your back, it was gentle, but given enough strength to keep you exactly where you are: half-crouched over his huge body.

"Mm.... You look so cute on top of me." Ganondorf tilted his head up, his playful, golden eyes roamed your form. "I wonder how you'll look like beneath me... not too flustered, I hope?" His lips pulled back, revealing that row of sharp canines.

"I'll be gentle, though. If that's what you desire."

The last sentence came out as a bare whisper, and you had doubted if you heard it wrong. He had laid his head back, an expectant smirk playing on his face.

It took you quite a few seconds to realize his joke was not about another spar session.

He laughed at whatever embarrassing expression you had, the same thunderous sound that you can feel vibrating against your own chest. You quickly jumped away, feeling your face and the tips of your ears burning.

He sat up, grinning at you as he leaned over to pick up his spear. You opened your mouth to say something snarky, or even mock him for being so careless as to be knocked to the ground when he suddenly grunted in pain, the arm supporting his upper body seemed to slip as he fell. Before you know it, you had sprang to your feet, and somehow you managed to catch him. One of his giant hands was on the side of his temple, his fiery brows knitted together.

You tilted you head as he sat up from your clutch, eyes closed in effort. Did you really hurt him that badly? Is it a concussion?

"Should I call someone?" You asked nervously, looking around him to check for any visible injury. None. It wouldn't take too long, but it still made you nervous given that you don't know the severity of his condition.

Ganondorf barely heard you over the pulsing pain in his head. It came in waves, and overwhelmed him until all he could focus on was to control his breaths.

What was this? He saw something again, flashes of red, something glimmering in a long, nailed hand as pain exploded in a concentrated area on his forehead. He felt rage, absolute rage, like he was ready to throw away everything just to quench its burn. How could he have lost? Lost to-

Lost to who?

The name sat just on the edge of the memory, just a little out of reach. Yet every time he tried to touch it, it slips away just around his fingertips. Who is it? Warning flashed all over his head, something in his subconscious told him to stop looking.

It felt as if everything he knows now will collapse if he didn't.

"Ganondorf! If you don't answer me in the next five seconds I will need to run back to town."

You voice sounded just above him. It was so unusual, your normally calm voice sounded on edge and worried. And he doesn't like it.

He forced himself back, blinking a few times before his vision returned to normal. Your face appeared in front of him, worry written all over those delicate features, an arm outstretched to shield him from the sun. He couldn't help but to stare, a hand extended to brush a streak of silver lock away from your face and behind one sharp ear.

"I'm alright." He muttered, shaking his head to dust out the sand in between his locks. You look stunned for a few seconds before he heard you giggle, saw your eyes looking at him in glee. "What?"

"You look like a dog shaking out the water." You pointed to your head, mimicking the way he shook his head.

"Shut up."

But he couldn't stop the smile that cracked his stoic expression. He reached over, suddenly grabbing your shoulders as a giant hand came to ruffle your hair, messing it up despite of your protest.

"Now you look like you have just been attacked by several chickens." He folded his arms around his chest, grinning proudly at his work.

"That was so uncalled for! I was worried about you!" You yelled with feigned anger, trying to grab his hair as he easily evaded your attempts, laughing to himself.

"You sure you are ok though?" You stopped, looking curiously up at him. He's so unpredictable, one second he looks like he's suffering from a head injury, and the next he's laughing at his own dumb prank. "I didn't hit you too hard on the head, did I?"

He stopped laughing, but the eyes that looked down at you were smiling in their own way, the melted amber had almost a gentle look in them.

"Worried, aren't we?"

He suddenly swooped you up into his arms, bridle style. Your breath was snatched away for half a second, seeing the smirk that widened on his face as your spear clattered to the ground.

"H-Hey!" You protested, squirming in his arms with no avail. You were too close. Way too close. Close to the point that you can see the beams of sweat still shining on his face, see the golden embroideries that hang around his shoulders jingle with each breath. You could smell the pleasant scent from his hair despite of a whole morning of sparring.

He looked down, tapping on finger onto your forehead as if you were a baby, "do I look like I need help?" He teased, tilting his head slightly to give you a mocking sympathetic look.

"I mean-" you paused, trying to regain your composure. You have never been held like this, at least, not any that you remember. It's strange, being so close to another in... this way. You weren't sure what it meant, or how you should feel about it. Sure, you've seen weddings where the groom would pick up the giggling bride like this, but it can't be the same- you only knew him for a few days.

"Like what you see?" Seeing your pause, the Gerudo King grinned in smugness. Of course, this should be enough to do the job... now all he needs to do is-

Your quiet laugh sounded, snapping him out of his thoughts. His vision refocused on your face, and instead of a deep blush he was expecting, all he saw was your beaming grin.

"Sure." You giggled, punching his shoulder lightly. "You know, you needn't try so hard to prove that you are ok."

He sometimes wondered how you managed to be so clever in everything else aside from all those obvious advances he made on you.

Which makes this particular conquest so much sweeter.

Oh, how pretty you'd look, pinned underneath him on a plush bed.

... ... ...

The walk back was relaxing, feeling your feet sinking into the warm sand as the fierce afterglows of a beautiful evening beamed up ahead. It's the most comfortable temperature of the day, not too warm, not too cold. You barely noticed the guards at the gates sharing a concerned look with each other as both of you passed by, too lost in the beautiful scenery.

He told you goodnight as he went into the palace, of course, not without an attempt to invite you in with him. You haven't been to the palace yet, you saw no need to go there. It's not like you want to be stared at by ten guards simultaneously, either.

You found a spot on top of the waterway, sitting there idly as you watched the townspeople went about their day. There were a few other races too, some Hylians, some Ritos, and a group of three Gorons playing a game with a few rocks.

"Lord Ganondorf seems to take quite a liking in you."

A voice suddenly rang on top of you, you turned back, seeing the same Gerudo guard who had given you that ring just a few days prior. You smiled, looking down. "Nah, please don't say it like that."

The woman chuckled, her voice a deep caress of warm summer breeze. You watched curiously as she sat down beside you.

"Did Lord Ganondorf act... anything out of the ordinary today?" She asked, giving you an almost cautious gaze.

The way he seemed to be out of breath for a few seconds, brows furrowed in pain as his hand rubbed his temples.

This is too much to be a coincidence. Though, you'd barely know Ganondorf to know if whatever transpired today was a coincidence. Seeing your untrusting gaze, she smiled, adding on quickly, "I was just asking. Since you both took longer than usual for your spar session."

You nodded. She watched you as you thought of the words. It can't hurt to tell his own personal guards right? Even though you know the man has a pride of a lion, you should put his health before this.

"Well, when we were sparring today, he almost collapsed from a headache." You said slowly, "it was after I knocked him to the ground."

Hopefully you won't be executed for harming their precious king. You waited nervously, did something happen to him? Was he not feeling ok?

The woman burst out laughing, giving you a slight jump, "you knocked him to the ground? Oh, that must've been hilarious!"

You laughed along with her awkwardly, "yeah."

"And he didn't kill you for it?"

"Well, I'm alive as of now, it seems."

The guard laughed, patting you on the back with a knowing look. "Seems he really had taken a liking in you, little vai."

You flushed, you head buzzing at the flattery.

"Thanks, I was just checking in. Glad to hear that you are doing alright." She stood up, getting ready to leave.

"Aren't you worried about his head?" You blurted out, "is he alright?"

Something unreadable flashed across her eyes, as if she was contemplating on her answer for a brief moment before she answered, "of course he will be alright, silly." She looked up at the sky, at the last burn of colors slowly fading away, then back at you again. "Quite worried about him, hm?" She winked at your flustered face, before walking off the side and disappearing around one corner.

Yeah... why are you even worried about him?

You shrugged to yourself, hopping down from the ledge to fix yourself some early dinner. You are going to have another spar session tomorrow anyways.

As you stepped into the lively bar of the town, greeted by enthusiastic Gerudo women who clasped their hands to your back, the darkness slowly begin to set in.

The moon was red tonight.

ohohoho now we are going somewhere!

btw i posted this with the same title on ao3 too since i feel like im flooding everyone's inboxes every time i post😭

i will still post here tho ig so nw about that. Don't want to seem like someone promoting their stuff too hard when im just here for the funsies of it >:)

#ganondorf x reader #yandere ganondorf #hmmmm #idk what else to tag

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fiikaela · 9 months

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By the Blades We Meet

*mysteriously reappears* *drops a random chapter*

yoo this time we finally get to see and interact with our boi ganondorf more!! Semi-long chapter ig...?

Chapter two if you feel like it; feel free to skip Chapter one since nothing really happens

Chapter three

"We sincerely welcome all the leaders of our diverse nation to attend this important meeting. On behalf of our glorious King..."

The snobby, short Hylian's sentence dragged on, saying the most grandiose but empty things that one would ever have the pleasure to listen to. Ganondorf sat at the fancy, unnecessarily long table, boredom already sneaking up his head.

It was such a nuisance to have him--and virtually every other leader of the nations--rush over first thing in the morning only to be greeted with such a pretentious speech. He had set out from the desert before the break of the dawn, bringing a small troupe of close guards. It was so rushed that he didn't even have time to wait around and give that to you himself.

Right, you.

The mysterious young woman whose power and strength not only matched his, but has the formidable potential to overpower him; whose blade might as well cut through his own if he wasn't as careful. His hand trailed over to his chest subconsciously at the thought, the scars from yesterday's fight were gone thanks to a few fairy tonics, but the sting of it was still reminiscent. Someone who could truly match his own power without any help from others... that idea brings such an odd flavor of excitement in his chest. You bring such an odd feeling in his chest.

Plus, you didn't look bad for a Sheikah either.

He'd seen lots of women throughout his lifetime--apart from the fact that he was literally born into a tribe where he's the only male--you probably couldn't be counted as the most physically attractive out of all of them. You are, however, one of the scarce few that had ever piqued his genuine interest. Was it the way you had so confidently faced him as an opponent? Was it the way you had danced your way through all the other fights without breaking a single sweat? Was it the determination and seriousness that seemed to still the air around you once you realized how strong he was? Or was it that fleeting moment as he claimed his victory, his blade pointing at your neck as you looked up to him like he was the one thing you had looked for all your life?

That brief instant of softness that had thawed your stoic expression and melted the sharp look in your eyes... He can't help but to wonder if you'll behave the same way towards a lover: would that momentary gentleness be solidified as a permanent fondness? Would you lean against your lover, with a gentleness that will dissolve every single negativity? His mind wandered, trying to picture it onto your face. A smile that's like the warmth of the sun? A surprise that seem to put stars in your eyes? A blush that dusts even over your sharp ears?

He chewed on that idea, somehow being more fascinated by it than he originally thought. What expressions can he prompt you to make? What would your reaction be, if he were to ask something out of the blue, like your hand in marriage as half a joke? What would your reaction be, if he'd decided to lean just a bit closer, to-

A quiet cough to his right snapped him back to reality. Slightly annoyed, he turned to look at the red shark who had interrupted his--well, he wouldn't necessarily call it a fantasy--his train of thought. The king of the Zora motioned behind him at the servant who was holding something over their extended hands ceremoniously.

Listen. The shark mouthed, nudging his head slightly towards the Hyrulean King, who is slowly standing up from his seat. All the others quickly followed suit, watching him curiously.

"King Ganondorf." The Hyrulean king spoke up, raising one arm to gesture towards Ganondorf, "for that valiant endeavor you had done to protect us from a group of infiltrators the other day, I hereby humbly present you a gift as an honor for your bravery. Please accept it, it would be the most gracious of you."

Oh... it was that time when he defended the king when a group of Yiga Clan barged into the castle. The fight was child's play, they were a bunch of idiots anyways. Even though all Ganondorf did was throwing off the five masked men who jumped on him and proceeded to knock them away with the handle of his own blade, that somehow went past the Hylian king's head who thought it was a "dangerously close assassination attempt". Ganondorf isn't too interested in correct him.

It was quite funny to hear the prideful king of Hyrule spoke so humbly, as if he was scared of Ganondorf. Well, it appears that a lot of people seem to hold him at a high esteem after the news that he was found, apparently, unconscious beside a forest by a passing traveler. He eventually became the king of the Gerudo again for the honor of tradition, but the feared whispered across some of the people didn't go unheard from his ears. It seems that he'd done something bad, but he can't place his hands on exactly what. The majority of his memories were almost wiped clean, with nothing but foggy, blurry scenes that sometimes came to haunt him. Well, that's what he presumed those recurring nightmares to be, like the one staring up at the ceiling of a cave for thousands of years.

It felt so real. He'd felt each day pass by, unable to move, with every second that turned into swirling green and occasional drops of water. Something kept being conjured up inside of him and taken away. He would get bored, so bored he'd started to count the days as time slowly trickled by.

The servant walked over solemnly, handing him something small and heavy. Ganondorf unwrapped the cloth to find a small dagger, heavy with delicate ornaments and designs, lying motionlessly on the servant's outstretched hands.

It is pretty, but utterly useless in battle.

He felt the admiring gazes all across the room, even the usual grumpy Goron leader seemed to look at him in awe. The amount of respect he saw in everyone's eyes were quite foreign, but not unwelcome.

He always got the feeling that he shouldn't be looked up with respect, but fear. It was almost on an instinctual level, incomprehensible to his logical mind, but out of almost a habit. It tugged at something deep inside his head that he can't recall, it felt like war, conflict, euphoria, and rage. All mixed up into a confusing jumble.

All that aside, he took the blade in both hands, and bowed his head. The king said something, and after so much formalities he finally sat down.

Much to his own amusement, his thoughts wandered back to you out of everything. He can't wait for this to be over and return to his home, where he would find you somewhere.

... ... ...

You sat on the very top of Gerudo Town, your beloved flute in hand as you watched the last sliver of colors fade into the night. Soft notes flowed off your fingertips, dissolving in the gentle winds of the evening. You can be as lost in the scene as you want, years of practice granting you the convenience of playing pieces automatically without thought.

You seemed to have become some kind of celebrity for challenging the king, all the adults inviting you to drinks and all the little kids surrounding you and asking you to teach them sword techniques. You don't dislike the attention, but you don't like it either. A part of you just wanted to be left alone as a stranger, a part of you wanted to seek out Ganondorf. You aren't sure why, but maybe just to talk about random things or spar once more would suffice. Unfortunately he's out of town for the whole day on some business thing in Hyrule. Busy guy, you thought with a hint of bitterness.

It's just a little boring without him, you supposed.

The melody came to a conclusion, with the stop of the last note you lowered the flute, head slowly whirring out of the trance. Quiet claps sounded, and only then when you snapped your head to that direction you realized that you had an audience who sat right beside you that giant rock.

"Ganondorf?" You almost jumped, not knowing when he came here or when he even came back to town. You had expected some loud commotion and such when the king comes back, but you heard nothing; perhaps you have been too focused on your playing. He smirked at you, clearly satisfied with your reaction.

"Yes, you remembered my name," he said, rolling his eyes jokingly, "congratulations."

You gave him a deadpanned look, "it's not polite to sneak up on someone."

"It is impolite to give no formalities for a king, either." He retorted, cocking a fiery eyebrow at you, his lips curled playfully.

To be honest, it didn't look bad on him.

"Well then, I guess we are both even." You said lightly, turning away to make you sure you accidentally stare.

"Very well. But not even get a warm welcome from my dear opponent?" His huffed, tilting his head down to peer at you.

"Welcome back." You sighed, unsure if it was the same snarky and confident person who had won you in a duel yesterday. He snickered at your exasperated response, a sound that made your heart skip a beat.

"Good girl." He hummed, the eyes boring into you had a weird look you can't name. It's almost testing, but also dark, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared, making you doubt whether it was a trick of the light.

You nodded, slightly caught off guard by this comment. Maybe it's a Gerudo traditional thing to say to someone, you never know.

"So... How was it in Hyrule today? You left awfully early." You started, diverging the conversation before it could go south.

"Ah. I'm glad you asked. Seems like my little bird cares about my sleep schedule?"

Hylia. Does he have to make everything sound so... flirtatious? He studied your expression for a second, before continuing on.

"Just the usual, calling us over for some 'important meeting' but actually the king wanting an active audience." He grinned in his own humor, gaining a small smile from you. "How have you been doing? Not too sore from yesterday, I hope?"

"Nah," you ignored his not-so-clever wordplay, "just hanging around in town."

"Sounds relaxing."

"Sure."

He chuckled at your dry reply. You seemed to relax around him, your shoulders easing off and your legs started to swing lightly over the ledge. For some reason, he finds this version of you to be very endearing.

"By the way, you are not only a talented fighter, you are also a good flautist," he grinned warmly at you, "you should showcase this during our festivals, if you ever feel the desire to, I'm sure my sisters will all enjoy it very much."

"Thanks." You brushed away a strand of hair, slightly flattered by the unexpected compliment. Though to such a flirty person like him, it's probably something he'd do to everyone he meets.

"Though, I won't mind to have you all to myself."

You looked up at him, slightly confused at the lack of context. You saw that that same, almost possessive look flitting over his eyes, then melted back to the glowing amber they were before, making you doubt again if it was a trick of the light. He looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for a response that you had missed. You could also swear that he is now a bit closer to you than before.

"Pardon?" You asked, secretly glad the way the night wind rushed over your ears, relieving the heat that threatened to come up.

"I would be most pleased to enjoy your music a little longer," he gestured to the flute, then back at you with a slightly tip of his head. "Anything you like."

Ah... so he meant the flute, not whatever else you thought you heard. You sighed in relief, raising the instrument to your lips, allowing your hands to take over the melody.

You did not, however, know was that Ganondorf meant exactly what he said. It was more of a little test to see your response, though to his slight disappointment and amusement, you didn't seem to catch the hint. Well, it just means he have to try harder.

The music unwind itself, the airy flute sighed along with the wind. It was a sad tune, almost nostalgic as if he had heard this somewhere before, in a life long forgotten. Your eyes were closed, light tainting your eyelashes as if they were covered in snowflakes. He couldn't help but to stare.

Moonlight bounced off your silvery locks, kissing your features with an otherworldly grace. Your features were, in his words, delicate, but not that fragile kind of delicacy carved by a skilled hand on glass, no. It was the kind of delicacy that held the subtlety that wields both strength and elegance. One that he finds himself to be somehow entranced with.

He may as well have mistaken you for a goddess.

His view shifted to your hands, at the fingers that danced so adeptly over the instrument. A proficiency that can be only sculptured by years of practice, and he admires it so much. Maybe he'll even ask you to teach him someday.

Before either of you know it, the music winded to the last note, you stopped, allowing the silence to linger just a bit longer. You can feel his eyes boring into you this entire time, and for the first time in your life, you aren't sure how to approach it. Did he like the music? Was it too simple of a tune?

"Beautiful. You truly are a wonderful musician."

His breath seemed to tickle your ear as he murmured those words. You felt a shiver running down your spine, the dawning realization of how close you two are washed over you.

You could feel his shoulder brushing against yours, could hear the soft dangling jewels that hang around his toned biceps, could feel the strands of red locks brushing against the thin Gerudo fabric on you. You could almost feel the heat that radiated off his large stature. Your heartbeat quickened, hand instinctively wanting to grab onto your katana.

"You flatter me." You said simply, in an attempt to cover your restlessness.

"On another note--no pun intended-- did you like the gift I sent in earlier today?"

You huffed a small laugh at his joke, feeling the atmosphere relax once more.

Ah, he must be talking about that pretty, unnecessarily heavy ring with a giant ruby fixed in the middle. You even thought of selling it until the guard who handed to you said it was sent by "King Ganondorf, and he hopes that you have had a restful night." Deadpanned, you pocketed that thing in hope of returning it to its sender today. Who does he thing he's joking around with?

"Right, I want to return it to you." You fished around your pockets, handing the ring back to him. "I appreciate your thoughtfulness, however."

"Why?" He tilted his head curiously, "I choose to gift it to you, it is yours to keep, no need to be shy about it."

You were never the one who loves extravagant gifts anyways. What use would something be, if all it's meant for was to be displayed and showcased for nothing but its appearance?

"It's just... I don't think I'll have much use of this, you know." Since this is inefficient anyways.

"Isn't it beautiful, though?" He took over the ring, twirling it under the moonlight, making the light reflect in all kinds of ways, "if you want me to take back such a nice gift to you, you have to at least give me a convincing reason, hm?"

His voice dropped to a soft purr, you could hear the way his breath sounded, quiet in his chest, which almost vibrated against your shoulder.

"You won't be offended?" Funny, people usually would've either blown up or sulked by now.

"I would be offended if you didn't be honest with me."

You looked at him skeptically, but saw no deceit in those golden eyes.

"It's just quite... impractical, you know. I wouldn't want to wear this ring while I'm holding a sword, a flute, or whatever." You said, "even though I think it's pretty, there's nothing beyond that."

He seems to be chewing on your response. You supposed that he didn't expect your taste to be so low. But honestly, what did he expect?

A hearty laugh boomed from his chest, it rumbled like storm clouds in his chest, giving you a slight jump in its suddenness. You glanced up curiously, hearing the way the gold jingled in his laughter.

"What irony! I just received a similar gift today!" He reached around the other side and pulled out an exquisitely embroidered dagger. It had a golden handle, and a white blade that looks like it's made out of jade. Not to mention the uncountable number of jewels that glimmered in the night like stars. "What do you think?" He asked, you can still hear the smile in his voice.

"Inefficient." You mumbled, which was responded with another laughter and a pat on your back.

"Exactly! That was my first thought as well! What a huge coincidence!"

You laughed awkward along with him, "this looks really expensive, where did you get it?"

"It was a gift by the Hyrulean King. I defended him from a group of Yiga Clans."

Your immediate look of disappointment was golden.

"The Yiga Clan?" You repeated, "must've been a notoriously difficult fight."

He grinned in your sarcasm, giving you an almost appreciative glance, "they are quite the clowns though," he agreed.

"Yeah."

He paused, as if thinking something.

"How about... we both keep our gifts as a memory for this... ironic coincidence?" He nudged your arm lightly, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

Such a witty offer to solve this problem.

"Sure." You mumbled, secretly complimenting him for such a clever idea. You took over the ring and pocketed again, leaning back onto the stone. "But please, no more of this. I don't even know where I can keep it." You added quickly, in case he's getting new ideas of toying with you again.

He chuckled, muttering some assurances that he wouldn't send those anymore.

Maybe it's time to adjust his plans a little bit.

Maybe asking your hand in marriage wouldn't be too much of a joke. He'll just have to see.

Thanks for reading!! Sorry im just going erratically about updating this. Absolutely baffled by the support i received on the last one y'all are too kind 😭

i think im getting an interesting direction to where the story would be going (surprisingly). There is a possibility that im going to take the story into a darker turn with him finding out about his past and succumbing to his own desires--with the reader being the catalyst and center to that possessiveness and darkness, but dont take my word for this im not even sure yet :<

OH AND I FINALLY FINISHED TOTK GANONDORF FIGHT IT WAS EPIC FHDSGHJASjFSHJ

#ganondorf x reader #ganondorf #yandere ganondorf #i mean it's definitely walking to that direction #still dont know how to use tags

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fiikaela · 10 months

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By the Blades We Meet

the rest of the sudden burst of inspo i had on that day

Chapter one if you missed it, just gives context

Chapter two

The cloth ran over your sharp katana, wiping off the dirt that you can't even see. You had been allowed to have your own weapon, but only after thorough examination to make sure it isn't "booby-trapped". You stared at the silvery white blade, at the sunlight that reflected warmly at you. The weight sat comfortably in your hand, but you could almost hear your father's lectures about how a girl shouldn't hold a weapon.

"It was foolish decision! Why would you give her a damned sword out of anything?!"

Your parents were both Shiekah, your father an esteemed something for the Royal family. He had those beautiful locks of silver hair and a perfect face that can swoop any woman off her feet, a woman just like your mother. You don't know much about their prior relationship, but it certainly wasn't a happy one after you had been born. He seems to never be home, always on something away in the royal family, and your mother had left almost after your birth. It's one of those classic tragic family situations.

Not that you ever minded.

At least, the villagers were sympathetic of you, allowing you to hang around with them as they did their daily chores. You often spent long hours with different villagers, watching them as they went about their own business. An attempted Yiga attempt on attacking the village had ignited your interest at a young age at martial arts and sword fighting as you watched the people fending them off skillfully.

You also grew a love for food, or anything that's related to it. When the adults get boring, you would go and spend a lot of time with village kids, playing hide and seek and gathering ingredients for a cooking session everyone would join in. You weren't great at it first, but after some research with books you borrowed from village elders, you slowly became one of the best. You would also teach them about the special effects each ingredients have, and even the history about a particular type of food. All the villages kids would gather at your side as you told them the story. It was quite fun when you were young until you first tasted the thrill of fighting, after you have given your first katana and defeated one of the village adults who taught you a few tricks.

But of course, your father was not content about his daughter being a "tomboy" and playing with swords. That argument went quite extreme, shouts and anger that almost had the whole village over.

"Hey, you there?" A voice on top snapped you back into reality. One of the Gerudo trainees had stood up, a golden spear in her hand as she glanced down at you. "Getting cold feet already?" She mocked, "it's not too late to apply for a clown."

You laughed at her stabbing remark, sheathing your blade and standing up. "Well, I guess it's time to bring the monkey to a training, don't you think?" It was a dangerous remark, but she merely huffed.

"Get up, I have no time to waste on feeble Hylians."

You shrugged as the other women scooted away to stand behind the man and their commander, leaving ample space for both of you. The entire time, you felt the man's gaze boring into you. You never turned to confirm it, knowing it's only but a waste of time.

She dashed toward you, her spear ready to make a harsh struck. You were a bit surprised at the speed, ducking over her side before turning to aim on her back. She turned quickly, her spear clashing with your katana. The strength was not bad, and probably even stronger than yours.

But it all felt like a choreographed dance.

One down. Two down. Three down. The glint of surprise in their eyes as your blade shone coldly against their neck. The commander was getting more agitated each one you defeat, and the challengers more excited after the other.

It wasn't boring, at least, more fun than the creep you defeated along the way. It was something akin to defeating those esteemed sword masters, aside that this time it was all towering Gerudo women.

Again, you won all the duels, much to your own disappointment. The commander unsheathed her scimitar, walking over to you with a furious look in her eyes. But she was stopped by the king, who had a mysterious grin on his face.

"I want to duel with her." He said, the commander behind her widened her eyes, she opened her mouth to say something out of indignation, but he waved an arm to silence her. What a rude gesture, you thought as you looked at them, indifferent of their arguing. As long as you are fighting someone, it's ok. You supposed the man wasn't just a mediocre ruler - you saw the way his fingers glide over the sword slanted on his side, with relaxation and familiarity that only a person proficient in it would have.

The commander's shoulder slump a bit in defeat. The man looked at you in an oddly solemn way. "You fought over twenty of my sisters, it would be unfair to have you start again so soon."

Translation: your stamina must be weak. You huffed coldly, "it's alright."

He smiled, then begin to stalk over at you slowly. You saw a glimpse of a winning smirk on the commander's face as she retreated backwards with everyone else, who all stared at you.

"Shiekah, you have quite some skills up your sleeves. I wonder, did my sisters manage to pull out every single one of them?"

Ah… so he knew you weren't using your full skillset. You tilted your head, a smile ghosting over your lips. "What do you think, your Majesty?" You questioned, putting almost a provoking tone on the last part. He had a hand on the handle of his sword, which to your utter shock, was a katana. He noticed your reaction and chuckled, looking down at his blade before locking your eyes again.

"Seems like a fitting punishment for your disrespect towards I and my sisters, hm?" He taunted, his eyes playful. You pursed your lips, pulling your best unamused look.

"Seems like your ego need to be brushed down a bit." You muttered, lowering your body into a fighting stance as your hand clenched around the handle. He gave you something like a smirk, before you heard the blade unsheathe.

His katana clashed into yours, the sheer strength making your feet slide on the sandy floor. He was fast, he was so fast you barely noticed him launching at you. It almost caught you off guard, the easy fights you had before made you assume that his large stature would stagnate his speed, but obviously not being the case.

"Oh, did the little warrior lose her touch already?" He snickered down at you, his lips pulling back to reveal a row of white teeth and two canines that looked like just a little too sharp, "or is she just too flustered to face a man?" His voiced lowered to almost a purr, to which you rolled your eyes. Soon enough you won't be barking out stupid taunts like that.

You shifted your feet, using the movement to cancel out the grip he trapped you in, ducking to aim at the handle on his weapon. You don't expect anything to happen, but it was worth a try. Of course, he turned around just as quickly, blocking your attack with an array of his own, forcing you to step back until you have to jump out of his way to avoid him.

Damn. He is good at this.

You felt excitement rushing through you, your heart beating fast as the thrill of fighting a particularly dangerous opponent washes over your head. A smile unknowingly beamed on your face, to which he responded with one of his own mysterious ones. You don't know what he means by that smile: it's like a smirk, a grin, and some vague meaning mashed together.

"Don't be nervous, you are free to use any skills. Even sorcery."

So he also knows about that… it dawned on you that he was taking this just as serious as you are, testing the waters to earn any more valuable information.

You hummed quietly, choosing to ignore him. To be honest, he's quite a talkative one during a fight, not that you minded. You pounced at him, and just as you expected, he swung his sword. Why wouldn't he? An opponent is usually vulnerable in midair. To his surprise however, your feet landed on his blade, using it to jump up higher before dashing down to aim at the gold piece hung around his neck.

"Not bad." You heard his remark as your blade was once blocked again by another blade. He had two weapons on his hand. You smirked, it wasn't like he's the only one who had something hidden up their sleeve. Your left hand thrusted up, a small dagger blurring in the speed of movement toward his neck. "Going in for the risky moves now, aren't we?" To your surprise, his other katana blocked it, trapping your hand into a duel of strength. It wasn't ideal.

You tried to swoop his leg to tip him off balance but he just as quickly shifted over. You took the small chance and slipped from his grasp, jumping to a safe distance.

"So fierce… Was winning my sisters lifting your head too much in the clouds?" He sniggered, sheathing his other sword behind him.

"Was watching them lose against me putting a hole in your poor heart?" You taunted back, even though you knew you may need to pay for that later. Besting him in a combat seems difficult, and that's all you are here for.

You waited, contemplating a plan in your head. Both of you didn't manage to land a single hit on either, and it was clearly agitating you both. You began to pace, him following suit, circulating each other like birds on prey.

His form flashed in front of your eyes as you ducked down instinctively, hearing the wind whooshing to top of your head before throwing your dagger back. It spun in a perfect parabola before speeding back to you. You caught it, noticing the redness that slowly dripped down it's edge.

The king looked at you, there was a light cut on his arm. He raised an eyebrow at the wound.

"Impressive." He complimented, nodding his head at you, "seems like I need to be a little more serious, hm?". You ignored his musings, ready for his attack again. He was so lofty, but he have the skills to back it up.

You don't know how long it went on, metal clashing against metal, wind that knocks past your body just a bit too close, grins that exposed sharp canines, sand sliding underneath your feet. The afternoon sunlight slowly died into the evening. You were so close, cuts now lining your body just as it lined his body, with yours being the one with more, obviously. You felt a bit out of sync, your rhythm faltering slightly.

And he took the chance.

You found yourself face to face with the king, his cold, glimmering blade pressed lightly against the delicate flesh of your neck. If he pushed just a bit more, the tip will graze through your skin. You looked down at the blade, then looked up into his gold eyes. They looked like honey in the soft glows of the evening, his red locks flowing like the fierce afterglow of the sun.

You… lost. For the first time in years, you have lost. It was refreshing, excitement coursing through you as you gazed up at the man. His expression had turned soft, sweat coated his muscles.

"I didn't quite catch your name yet." He said, his voice just a bit out of breath.

Your voice came out as almost a cracked whisper, surprising you to the core. You answered, realizing just how tired you were, panting for oxygen. It wasn't unusual for your usual trainings, but instead now you felt relaxed, almost like home.

"You?" You asked, trying to calm down your drumming heart. You felt hot, perhaps in need of a drink of water, or something.

"Ganondorf." He smiled, lowering his blade before sheathing it back. His eyes fixated on you.

"I still didn't make you use all your secret arts, Shiekah." He shook his head, you weren't sure if you were imagining a small smile on his lips, "rest well, I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow, alive." He waved his hand, walking off with the Gerudo women and into what you assumed the palace.

You didn't know you also had a quiet smile on your own. You picked up your blade off the ground, feeling your legs ache and every muscle groaning for rest. Your heart was still thumping, pacing in your ribcage despite the fact you have already caught your breath. The evening glow brought a cool breeze up your body, you felt thankful for once at the exposing Gerudo attire as the wind graced over you with a coolness of the night. Clouds bloomed with shades of pink and orange as you picked up your beloved katana, sheathing it back and walking off to find the inn, where you would be looked after with gasps and concerned voices, and get a good nights sleep.

What you didn't see was after Ganondorf left with all that ease and pride he showed you, he'd turn over the first corner out of sight, his large hand clutched onto the closest column as the metallic taste finally exploded on his tongue, becoming the redness that oozed over his closed lips. His other hand clung to his ribs, grabbing the garment as he dubbed over slightly, pain racking up his body.

He thought he was unbeatable, that he'd already be numb to pain after that ten thousand years, bending over in an unnatural, sickening way, unable to move a single muscle. But how wrong you have proved him to be.

Blood rushed to his lips again, he stared, almost helplessly, as the red slowly dribbled down his chin and unto the marbled floor beneath. He heard concerned, hushed whispers of other women and a clatter of footsteps as they rushed over with cloth and medicine, asking if their king was alright.

He is fine. No. He's more than fine. His whole body burnt with the exertion from earlier, his heart beating with a newfound vigor. He had won your dual, but only by a sliver that he cannot even begin to measure, and he is deeply impressed.

There, a new desire was ignited in his mind. And you, the one who put a Hylian pinecone on that blazing flame.

You.

thanks for reading! (if anyone read it)

i have no idea how to continue this now haha. Tried to add a bit more backstory for the reader. Im trying to avoid the use of y/n cuz personally it never rl worked for me

lemme know your thoughts below! constructive criticisms are welcome just try not to be too mean qwq

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By the Blades We Meet

Ganondorf brainrot that was inspired by this prompt below. I accidentally wrote two chapters for this while procrastinating on chemistry and figured why not post it. so here's my take on the op's awesome idea

Chapter one

The man slumped onto the sand-strewn floor beneath your sandaled feet, all of his previous baffles and threats gone. You huffed a cool laughter, brushing off the dust that got onto your new desert set. As embarrassing as the clothes were, they weren't actually restrictive of your movements.

"T- Thank you." A small voice mumbled behind you, right, it was the Hylian girl this man tried to harass. The sound of her quiet voice snapped you back from your disappointment at the guy's lack of a good fight. He had strength, but only strength. You turned back to the girl and gave her a small smile.

"No problem."

Before she could say anything else or blabber more nonsense, you strapped your hat back on, and continued the road to Gerudo Town. You heard something about paying back from the girl, but you don't really care. Right now, you just want to find someone who can provide a fun fight with you. And it was said that the Gerudo were a race consisting entirely of women, and they were all raised as formidable warriors.

Life gets boring, it gets boring quick. Kakariko was a peaceful, quiet village. Entirely opposite of what you wanted. The martial arts that were supposed to be passed down for generations have faded, the usual masters at them have grown weak with time. You wanted excitement, wanted the power it feels to see hundreds of monsters crumbling at your feel, the thrill it feels to push your katana against a mighty opponent. You don't have to win, no, you don't want to win. You are tired to winning.

You just wanted a good fight.

One by one. Your challengers had all bowed in defeat. You skill grew exponentially with each passing fight, the fun it had to be defeated by someone when you were but a teenager had gone, as you had even passed the test provided by Impa's personal protectors. They had asked you stay and serve the people, telling you a promising future by serving the royal family. But that's not what you want.

You are the untamed wind that soars in the sky, the wild beast that chases the moon.

And all you want was to find someone who can beat you in battle.

The desert wind blew, as you found yourself at the entrance of the town. It was an oasis in the midst of the golden sand that stretched beyond the horizon. You looked up at the tall, brooding women guarding the the gates, their body shone with power and strength under the harsh sunlight. You were considered tall for a Sheikah, but you still feel dwarfed by their appearance. One of the women peeked down at you, her fiery eyebrow rising slightly. She eyed the guard next to her, and they moved the spears apart, opening the entrance.

You nodded, deciding that asking the guards for a fight may as well make you an unwelcomed guest in the town.

You paced slowly, taking in the unfamiliar layout into a map insider of your head. You wished you had a Sheikah slate with you, but that technology had been forgotten over time. There were shops, trinkets, and loud chattering. A group of laughing children ran past you, giggling as they swung their tiny, wooden weapons at each other. It was truly a town made for warriors, and you wondered why you didn't find it sooner.

You let your hand brush lightly against the sheathed katana, a habit you had developed ever since the childhood incidence where your weapon was stolen by a random Yiga member during a fight. It was quite stupid, and something that you feel ashamed of to recall.

Your ears perked up, having adjusted to the noise volume to catch on to the distant, faint sound of clattering. It sounded like weapon hitting against a each other, a noise that had your heart racing. Maybe there's a training session going on? You followed the sound, waving away the enthusiastic shopkeeper who called you over to look at her products. You turned right into a quiet valley, right over a bar that burst with laughter and clinking of glass. Over to a wall where the noises grew louder.

It was definitely weapons clattering, you can even hear the occasional grunt when a harder hit lands on what you presumed to be a shield. It sounded like fun, so you ran over to the open archway, and peered from the side.

A simple, open arena opened in front of you. Everyone in it wore the same armor as the two guards outside, their red mane of a hair tied into tall ponytails and buns. All of them were split into pairs, each pair holding on to either a spear, or a scimitar paired with a shield. Shouts and sweat filled the open arena. You scanned the place, noticing a few ones singled out on the side who practiced with a dummy, and the two people looking like their commanders standing on the top of a small stairway that raised off the ground.

One of them looked suspiciously like a man, towering even over the tall woman next to him. His arms were folded against his chest, and his attire unique from anyone you had seen. He wore a serious, yet intrigued expression on his face as he watched the training session. Nothing special other than the curious headpiece that hung on his forehead. You turned your attention back onto the fight, too bored to pay attention to the two spectators.

The Gerudo had a unique style of fighting. One that allowed them to make it look graceful even with the heavy weapons they wielded. But still, a quite simplistic one that you have confidence of winning against, even without a shield. You never liked those things anyways, as katana was the go-to weapon: light, fast, efficient, clean. Some Shiekah sorcery was also fun, but you need more digging and practicing on those to avoid the occasional failures they have. You only learnt them from watching the Yiga and the Shiekah doing it, so that explains why it is flawed when you try it.

A hind of boredom snuck their way into you, by now, you have grasped the basics of their movements. You supposed that the Gerudo would be more difficult to fight than any of the other races, but it still didn't seem enough. But at least they have the spirit to train their people, unlike the others who just gave up on it.

Something perked your attention, like a sudden ice cold water that was dumped onto your head. Your gaze snapped up, and was met with the piercing eyes of the odd man on the platform. He motioned toward the woman, who gave him a frown before snapping her eyes to you. You looked back into their hard gaze unflinchingly, and again turned back to the training, deciding to ignore them even as you felt their gaze drilling a hole through you.

The session seems to be approaching the end, as several women began to falter slightly in their movements, the one on top of the platform had raised her hand, giving a clear order to take a break. The fight ceased, the trainees scattered across the arena for a rest, sweat beaming on their sun-kissed, dark skin. It was beautiful, you wondered if you could join.

You stepped in, feeling their gazes as you crossed the weapons and walked slowly, but purposefully to the two commanders, who's eyes were both on you. Several resting trainees stood up, their hand holding tight on their weapons.

"State your purpose before you come any closer." What you assumed to be the woman commander spoke, her voice loud and forceful.

The man next to her sighed, "calm, it is not as if I cannot defend myself."

Ok, it's definitely a man then. He had a deep, pleasant voice that would make anything he says to sound enjoyable. You peered over curiously, it seems that he holds a high social status here.

You raised both of your hands as a show of your compliance. "I mean no harm to anyone, but the training have deeply intrigued me, and I wonder if I could join them as a challenge." You spoke carefully, fighting a lot of angry warrior women at once sounds fun, but it's not exactly what you want at the moment.

"Join us?" The commander said with a huff of bewilderment, "a Hylian like you cannot withstand our vigorous training." She shook her head, her tone prideful as she stared you down. You felt a smile pull at your lips.

"First of all, I am a Sheikah." You stated, your hands are still raised, but a casual smile had snuck onto your face, you noticed the man next to her turning his gaze on you, but you ignored it. He was probably just some dumb patron anyways. "But what if I bested all of you in a one to one, or all to one, combat?"

Silence fell around them, the woman burst into laughter and the man holding a bemused grin on his face.

"Sheikah, don't bite off more than what you can handle." He spoke directly to you for the first time, he was grinning in almost a menacing way, but his eyes were searchful as they bored into you. "If you get badly injured, it is not within our responsibility to help."

"Your majesty!" The commander next to him glared, "you can't be seriously considering this… foolish request from that Hylian?"

"Why not?" He looked over at her, his face full of confidence, "once our sisters are well-rested, they can surely challenge the Shiekah as they like. I've heard that the Shiekah tribe masters in secret martial art, wouldn't it be a good opportunity to see what the fearsome servant of the royal family have in stock for us, right?"

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, but deciding against telling them off from seeing you as a mere servant of others. You save all, you serve none. But does it matter to a sheep on the knife's edge?

The Gerudo women nodded, their wary eyes scanning over your body, sizing you up. So this man is apparently, a king, if not a prince, to this tribe. You vaguely recall some history book saying this phenomenon of a man every once a century, but you had assumed it to be just a fancible lie told by the king every generation to showcase his "uniqueness" to the outside. The commander gave you a death glare.

"Well then. You've heard the king, don't go easy on the Hylian." She turned, obviously angry. The man burst into a hearty laugh, putting a giant hand on her shoulder.

"Let's get started when anyone feels ready. Keep it at one on one for now."

i hope you enjoyed this short take (if anyone was going to read it)!! and we acc get to duel ganon in the next chapt :,)

i dont think this is going to follow any zelda timeline, could end up be a mashed together one from botw+totk. i havent finished totk yet

ps. ik the op updated their prompt, but since this one was written some day ago im going to keep it like this. Might add changes later but idk

Chapter two

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