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2kmps · 9 months

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ganondorf is fascinated by the fact that you, a hylian raised within gerudo society, are the one to pour his wine at night.

notes; 1k, not proofread well, manipulation, power dynamics at play, suggestive content, mdni

many exceptions were made for you in gerudo society once ganondorf had grown keen to your existence beyond that of a faceless somebody pouring his wine every evening. you supposed you were a unique case to begin with; orphaned at a tender, impressionable age where you grew up more gerudo than you did hylian, yet always sober and somber to the knowledge that you would never belong, and could be ostracized at any time.

it had been an easy choice to assign you to him, an easy way to keep you in line, out of the way, and at worst- able to be easily annihilated without anyone else's hands getting dirty. but, you were promised a place there with everyone if you took up this responsibility, kept your eyes low, never showed him your face, obeyed his every word and gesture like gospel from a god.

in many ways, ganondorf was your god. with every bit of frayed little string you called life hinging on quenching his desires and demands- you had no choice but to treat him as anything other than your god. the only one you had ever prayed to, begging for your life rather than an abundant harvest or good fortune.

"look at me." those were the first words he had ever spoken to you directly, and not into the air with a gold chalice encrusted with glittering jewels outstretched for more wine. "I will speak only one more time: look at me."

it felt wrong to obey, especially after the piercing words that always told you otherwise. and yet, you listened and carefully raised your gaze to his, startled to your bones by how intense the red eyes glaring back at you were.

there was something otherworldly about them, passionate and cruel and corrupt- evil, yet you found yourself mesmerized right away.

"wine-bearer--" he started, brandishing his empty chalice for you to fill once again, for the fourth time that evening--"I've had you sit at my side many nights now, you've never spoken a word."

you were trying to swallow around the anxiety in your throat, unsure of whether you should break your silence, eyes wavering as you considered looking around the spacious chambers for guidance.

alas, you were all alone with him on this dim room wrapped luxurious drapery made of fine silk and satin, plush beast furs, and tapestries and rugs dyed deep, luscious hues of veridian, crimson, and sapphire. you did not belong here, not in this splendid room, and certainly not beneath his scrutiny.

"speak." his voice was a hard bravado, the rumble in his throat reverberated in your spine as you jumped.

"for-forgive, my king." it was the title you were forced to address him with, how he had been referenced by the others. "I only do what's asked of me, and that simply was to assure your cup never emptied. to speak in any casual manner was... expressly forbidden."

ganondorf frowned at your words, waiting for his cup to refill before pressing the rim to his lips. "were these such commands that I gave to you?"

"no, my liege." you said, neck straining as you bowed your head as though trying to repent for some grievance. "as I said, I only do as I'm told--"

he waved you into silence, not even a taper. "you're not of the gerudo, but a hylian. I've been told you were raised here in the city."

you saw him turn the gold cup out towards you, much closer to his person than before. it coaxed you nearer to pour more for him. "it's the only life I know. I was raised with swords and shields and hammers. serving wine is new to my repertoire."

"tell me, then," ganondorf set aside his chalice on a small table nearby, something of a small smile pulling into the crevices in his face. "if you are trained as a warrior, would you take up arms for your master? would you follow your master until the ends of time?"

"unfalteringly so."

the weight of your words didn't bear down on you until the ceramic jug was pried from your fingertips, and you felt his massive hands guiding you over him to straddle his thighs. it was different seeing him from here, still a towering presence, still with his eyes staring down the length of his aquiline nose into you.

it was a brief, fleeting desire to escape him and the way he started to roam over the robes and jewels that decorated your body. his palms were hard against your skin, calloused and heavy, but eager as he reveled the warmth that seeped into him as your clothes were pulled away.

you wondered when he last touched a person like this, how much of it were his own inhibitions being thwarted by copious amounts of wine- how much of it was him purely desiring something as a man.

"my king," you didn't intend to stop him, much smaller hands resting across his own as he followed your shapes and curves. "if this is truly what you wish for, I will give myself to you- but wouldn't you prefer someone who can give you an heir?"

"an heir?" he gave the derisive response, reaching behind your head for your neck. his fingers spread into your hair. "there is no place for an heir when absolute power is mine."

and then, he leaned in towards you, eyelids hanging heavily. you couldn't move away, a part of you didn't want to now.

"the wine is no longer good enough." he came nearer to your lips. "tonight, I want something else to give me warmth and pleasure."

his lips landed on yours with a fervor you had never experienced; an insatiable, unwavering forcefulness pushed into the kiss that made your arms encircle his neck to keep yourself from withering away. nothing about the way he touched you was gentle, it was all domineering, powerful, to claim you and prove that he could with ease.

and you, ever the fool, melted into his lust and let it consume you.

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frickingnerd · 4 months

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the world is (y)ours

pairing: ganondorf x fem!reader

summary: you love ganon, you really do. but you worry he has gone too far this time...

tags: manipulation, mention of death/murder (nothing graphic), toxic relationship, established relationship

“w-what… what did you do…?”

you couldn't take your eyes off the ruins of the city. only days ago, this place was a lively city, with dozens of people living in it. but now, it was burned down to ashes. you couldn't even make out what the burned down buildings used to be. and in the middle of all those ruins and ashes stood the man you loved.

“they were in my way, so i got rid of them”

he had his back turned to you and you could only imagine that his eyes were wandering through the remains of the city as well. yet he seemed to feel no remorse.

“they were in your way!?” you stepped forward. “all of them? all those innocent people were in your way? every single one of them?”

ganon didn't reply. because he couldn't. there was nothing he could say to defend himself.

“this…” suddenly, he raised his voice. “this is what we wanted. with this town gone, there's a gap in power. i'll be there to fill it and then we'll–”

before he could finish speaking, your hand met his face. normally, nobody would've been able to land a single hit on him. but he was careless. ganon thought he could let his guard down around you. but clearly, he couldn't.

“this isn't what we wanted! this is what you want! you want to seize control over hyrule! i only wanted to be with you–!!”

you tried to go in for another slap, but this time ganon was prepared. he grabbed your wrist and held your hand up. he was so much taller than you and yet you struggled against him. while you kicked and screamed at him, telling him to let go of you, he barely even bat an eye. there wasn't a single emotion on his face. he looked as calm as ever, until eventually he shoved you against the nearest wall, hands pinned above your head.

“you lost.” he told you calmly.

“no, you lost your way–!!” you screamed back. “you told me we'd be king and queen of hyrule! but not like this! not by killing people and taking those positions by force! this isn't how it was supposed to be… you changed…”

those last two words were barely a whisper, yet ganon heard them so clearly. the grip around your wrist loosened and one of his hands found its way to gently caress your cheek.

“i'm still the man you trust” he reminded you. “being your king was always my dream, my love. i just want us to rule, side by side. don't you want this? don't you want to be with me? don't you want to see me happy?”

you knew this was a trick. he'd have you tell him that you still love and trust him. in the end, you'd be the one apologizing, while he faces no consequences for his actions. because it was always like this. you loved him and you still saw the man he used to be in him. but that man was gone. and yet, you wouldn't stop chasing who he used to be…

“i… i still want to be with you.”

you lowered your head, too ashamed to even look at him. perhaps if you had looked at him, you would’ve seen that sinister smile spreading over his lips, as he spoke:

“i know you'd say that, my love”

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thirstforhelmets · 1 year

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Ganondorf x F!Reader: After your life! I’m -not- your wife AU

Ganondorf: How many times does this make it, Assassin? Four losses?

F!reader: *Beat up and nearly unconscious on the ground*

F!Reader/Assassin/Future!Wife: *Has barely enough strength to flip him the bird before fully collapsing in exhaustion*

Ganondorf: *Smirks before eyeing the stolen Master Sword embedded in the ground nearby*

Ganondorf: You’re lucky your tenacity for humiliation has kept that sword out of the whelp’s hands for this long.

Ganondorf: *Kneels down next to your head*

Ganondorf: Expect me to visit your village next month.

Assassin: Urgh...

Ganondorf: I’ll be staying in your room the whole time as well.

Assassin: Fuck you, Gaan...

Ganondorf: *pauses for a moment*

Ganondorf: Our daughter still likes blue, right?

Assassin: *deep sighs*

#ganondorf x reader #ganondorf/reader #not your wife AU #imagine being competant enough to steal the master sword from Link for YEARS #and being too incompetant to be able to kill Ganon cause you like the idea of killing him in an honorable duel #ganon using you to passively keep tabs on the one sword that can kill him #but then you both become fuck buddies cause fuck yeah fighting kink #then you have his kid and he starts softening up #but not really because of his reputation #your parents kind of catch on cause he shows up a week or two a year #also daughter has his hair #no one is dumb enough to say it to his face though #that you and him are probably a couple #ganondorf

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karume-everything-else · 7 months

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Flufftober 2023

Day 23: "Does it make you nervous when I stare?" [Reader x Ganondorf] {Legend of Zelda}

If only his plans had gone off better, Ganondorf wouldn't have to deal with the young princess of Hyrule attempting to shoot him all the time. However, there was one upside; a cousin of the crowned family.

This one person was someone Ganondorf spent hours around simply because they were an ambassador. Something Ganondorf thought was a waste of someone who seemed so intelligent, attractive, and genuinely kind.

If they were willing, he would absolutely propose and whisk them away to Gerudo Town. But that was something he wasn't sure he could convince you of. Not that he thought he wasn't worthy of you, but he would rather secure a decent amount of power first.

Sadly, that was taking far too long. Until he could sneak into the sacred realm... he would keep some semblance of distance. Though it didn't stop him from actively courting you, it was somewhat sweet.

At least, you thought it was somewhat sweet. Coming from such a tall warrior, you had to choose to look past that exterior to see it that way though. Having to read between the lines of what he said, because most people wouldn't be able to get past his being nearly twelve feet tall.

"A bouquet of Swift Violets for one so equally lovely and rare." He bowed with a flourish, holding the flowers out to you, "One just as difficult to attain, but most certainly worth the effort."

His attempts at courting were very direct at least. Very little room for you to misconstrue his intentions, except you couldn't figure out why he was courting you of all people. You had far more powerful relatives in the same age range... ones with more class, fewer responsibilities, and you simply couldn't see why he would want to court an ambassador instead of a more established noble of the court.

None of that stopped Ganondorf either, especially when you had another meeting with him. Once again going over the same back and forth about land disputes; as much as he wanted was far too close to Castle Town and you were trying to divert to a different, equally clear area since he wanted the land to begin farming. Though you had to be careful about getting to close to the Lost Woods to avoid any mishaps.

Instead of looking where you were pointing, Ganondorf's eyes were focused solely on you. An intense gaze that usually made others wilt under his golden eyes, but one you were far too used to from the many months you'd spent working with the man. Up until you'd tried asking his opinion on the area you'd traced with your finger.

"Sir Ganondorf?" You looked up at him, directly in his eyes, "Your opinion on the area?"

He blinked rapidly, shaking his head, "Ah yes, which one?"

You couldn't help but snicker a little before you retraced the area. Somehow this was both normal and something the armed guards by the doorway behind you found extremely odd at the same time.

In truth, you were the only person beneath his station that Ganondorf even allowed to speak to him like this. Not just because you were the ambassador, nor even because he was courting you, but because you were the only person who consistently met his eyes in conversation. If he ever dared to admit how much that affected his feelings toward you, he would likely just propose on the spot.

However, as you rolled up the map, having successfully shifted Ganondorf's expectations of the land he would be able to move into. While moving the entirety of Gerudo Town would be wildly impractical, building another settlement was far more doable; especially given its meant to be mostly farm land.

"There is one thing I must ask [Name]." Ganondorf looked off into the distance, "If you wouldn't mind answering of course."

"Of course I don't mind answering, was there something else you'd meant to mention?"

"No, it isn't about the treaty, nor any of the agreements we've discussed. This is more a personal question, if that's acceptable?"

"I'll decide after you've asked, if you find that acceptable as well?"

Ganondorf nodded, turning to face you, "Does it make you uncomfortable when I stare? Or nervous? Given... how much I tower over you, among other things."

"Hm..." You tapped your chin, closing your eyes, "It was a tad unnerving at first, if only due to how intensely you tend to stare. But its no longer as unnerving."

He nearly stopped, but you couldn't walk nearly as fast as he could with his full stride. Even now your level of honesty was shocking to Ganondorf, hardly anyone would say anything like that to his face... eyes opened or closed.

"Though I suppose I've merely grown used to your stare." You continued, "There are many things I've grown accustomed to. Possibly due to our working together, or our courtship, or more likely a combination of the two."

"I see." Ganondorf held his chin, "And yet I can't seem to become accustomed to you in the same way."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Of course not. I quite enjoy how many ways you continue to surprise me." You stopped dead in your tracks, not that Ganondorf noticed as he kept talking, "Though I doubt that I would ever truly be used to how comfortable you appear to be around me. It would be a shame to ever change that, as it's refreshing to have someone as genuine and logical..."

Stopping a few feet away, finally noticing your absence, Ganondorf turned to you, "[Name]?"

"Uh... I uh. I wasn't expecting that sort of praise." You admitted, a soft blush rising on your face, "Even if we are courting one another... its... its..."

Before you really knew what was going on, Ganondorf had closed the distance between you, kneeling while clutching both your hands. The movement hadn't surprised you, rather the way he was looking up at you.

As if he was going to...

"You are deserving of such praise." He asserted, "That and much more, if only for the ways you're comparable to the moon as it hangs in the sky."

Even now you couldn't deny his words, no matter how flustered you were. Ganondorf couldn't stop himself from punctuating himself with a soft kiss to your knuckles. All the while he stared at you, the one time you struggled to meet that intense gaze.

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catyo90 · 11 months

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Fighting Fate: Chapter 2

Ch.1,

(Wow you guys really wanted a continuation of this....well who the heck am I to deny yall. Consider this a confirmed series that I will write out. Enjoy!!!)

Ganondorf smiled to himself as he overlooked his kingdom, to see the women and children going about their days as the sounds of the desert surrounded the area with the sun beginning to set for the day. He looked over his shoulder to see Zelda at his desk writing out a letter to be sent to all of the realms as to inform of the union that would come to pass. He couldn’t help but find it a bit funny that she needed a plush pillow in order to sit properly as the desk was much bigger.

He knew that this union would be a difficult one to accept, but if he was truly to insure his peoples freedom then he would be willing. But in the back of his mind he knew this union was not entirely unwelcome. She was a fair and wise girl for such a young age and his attempt to wed Sonia was never going to come to pass, he scoffed at the memory of when he first saw Queen Sonia when both of them were teens. She was just as beautiful as she was now, but years of being apart caused them to drift apart, especially when he found out her betrothal to the Zonai. A memory that would haunt him for the rest of his days.

A small tap on his arm made him flinch ever so slightly as he looked down to see Zelda holding the finished letters.

“You wished to over look the letters did you not?” She asked as he nodded to her and took them to read them. In short they were a simple and none showed of any fear or warning of their union. The ones to the Zora, Goron and Rito were straight to the point and offered comforting words in showing that the union was agreed by both parties. The one written to the hyrulian though were written more as a sign of peace, saying more how the Gerudo were treating her fairly and how no hostility was found with him. It was strange to see how she wrote positive words of his people when many hyrulian saw most Gerudo as thieves and warriors with no mercy.

“They are acceptable. I will have my fastest riders send them to your guards at the border then they can deliver them to each realm.”

“Before you do there is one matter you still need to do.”

He gave her puzzled look as she handed him the quill.

“A show of good faith with your signature and mine on each of them will show that there is no hidden agendas or tricks for the others to worry for.”

He scoffed.

“As if they would care for what I think. They will never truly trust us.” He gestured out to the kingdom.

“Then make them. I promise you...it will help. They will see that you truly wish for peace, trust me on this matter King Ganondorf.”

He was about to speak out once more but he knew there was no point, she was quite headstrong and stubborn, she would make a better Gerudo than Hylian with such traits. He walked over to the desk and signed his name at the bottom of each letter and she signed her own name next to his.

“Perfect, now they may be sent out. She said walking up to one of the women guards who kneeled down and took them bowing her head to both of them leaving them in the room by themselves.

Ganondorf simply shook his head pinching the bridge of his nose realizing that there would be even more political matters in the future. Something a warrior king truly hated...maybe even more the idea of swearing fealty to Rauru.

Zelda turned her gaze to him and softly coughed to get his attention.

“If you would be willing...I would like to see more of your kingdom. Perhaps a walk around the city before it gets too dark.”

He thought on it for a moment before walking over to the throne grabbing his blade in hand. As he motioned for her to follow him. She did so trying to match his speed, every step he took would be equal to three of her own. She watched as he walked ahead of her down the main stairs to see the women guards she had come with were being offered some fruits and drinks as some of the Gerudo women placed fabrics down on the ground clearly showing good faith. The guards noticed her walking with him and for a moment were about to stand up at attention until she waved a hand at them for them to be at ease. It pleased her to see that not all of the Gerudo seemed to hate the Hylians, perhaps staying in his domain would truly help the kingdoms relations.

They both turned at the corner of one of the alleyways to where she saw a few of the small shops, most with food and clothes where she saw other traveling hylians offering trade. She had heard that Ganondorf was open to the trade of the people who were wondering the deserts as not all Hylians were sworn to the crown and preferred the life of being on the open road.

“King Ganondorf!” She heard the sound of multiple small footsteps running their direction to see many young kids run up to their king were he leaned down smiling at each of them gently rubbing their heads messing up their hair in the process. One of the children snuck up behind and climbed up his back making him sigh as they tried to topple him over with no success. Zelda smiled and couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. She saw his gaze fall on her for a moment before the children stood behind him looking over at her. Clearly a bit nervous to see a hylian of her stature. She could see them whispering to him and suddenly he chuckled to himself as he pointed to her and whispered them something that made them all smile and run up to her.

“Lady Zelda come with us! Please you’ll want to meet them.”

“Yes please miss you with love them they are the cutest sand seals.”

“oh I suppose...alright...woah” She said as the girls gently pulled her hand forward and some gently pushed her legs forward. The sigh made Gannon smirk to himself as he walked behind them carrying two of the girls on his shoulder as they gripped his hair laughing as he walked.

Zelda saw the children bringing her to a side stable where a large pen was. The children let go of her hands and ran to the fence to look at the sand for any vibrations. Zelda as well was a bit curious as she looked at the sand with them until a small rumble could be seen but then disappeared.

“Aw no fair, they must be sleeping.”

“Well perhaps all they need is to hear his call.” one of the children said looking up at Ganondorf. He rolled his eyes for a moment as he spoke.

“They are not sleeping children...they are simply waiting.”

Zelda looked curiously at her and then back at the sand when suddenly two of the biggest sand seals she had ever seen pounced out of the ground bringing their heads to the top of the pen.

“In the name of the goddess...they are huge. I never imagined they grew this big” Zelda said as the children laughed and smiled as they walked up to them giving them pets. Ganon walked beside her putting the two children on his shoulder on the ground.

“They have to be, they are mine to command and ride. None of the smaller ones could handle me.”

“Oh...” She said as got a better look at them as they licked the children's hands and faces. One had much more grey than brown fur with a red mane with larger tusks than the other. The other while the same size had blueish fur with a white mane to match. She saw one of the children pick up a whole melon from the side of the pen and offered it to them, eating it in one big bite.

“Miss, here here your turn.” one of the children offered a smaller piece of melon to her pulling her closer to them. Zelda smiled as she broke the piece in half offering both of them. The seals hummed to themselves as they each ate them so quick that it almost surprised her. They licked her hands and gently nuzzled their mouth toward her hands trying to lick up the juice left on them. She started to laugh at the feeling as she watched the children smiling and laughing with her. Ganondorf watched with a bit of surprise and curiosity.

Most hylians were not used to sand seals yet she seemed to be completely at ease around them, it was as if she had seen them before yet he knew she had never been to his kingdom before, he simply chalked it up to her having seen them when she arrived but still it was a bit odd.

Suddenly the sound of a spear hitting the ground was heard as two women stood behind looking to the children.

“Children the moon is out, you should head home for the night. You will all need your rest to become great warriors.”

The children looked a bit disappointed as they simply nodded as Ganondorf held a hand out to the warrior women giving the children a moment before leaning down to them and putting his blade away from their sight as he opened his arms out to them and offered a giant hug making each of them smile and laugh as he lifted them from the ground as if they weighed nothing. They all laughed as he placed them down on the ground running off into the directions of their homes. he smiled to himself before looking over to Zelda who was utterly shocked.

The demon king that she knew would never have done that, heck it was almost impossible for her to even imagine. Yet here he was offering them kind actions like a father would to his children.

“So surprised to see such acts from their King...” He said a bit coldly to her thinking the look she gave him was one of judgement.

“No. Its...its just nice to see they are enjoying their childhoods...I never really had such an option.” She grew a bit saddened as the memories of her father constantly criticizing her for her interests in the tech and the loss of her childhood when her mother passed. She honestly couldn’t recall the last time her father made her smile like that.

He looked ashamed of himself for what he said. He should have known that being related to the royal hyrulian family was no easy task, after all the responsibility was not unknown to him. She looked to see Ganondorf facial expression change as he looked at his sand seals and then out at the gate leading into the desert and immediately a thought came to his mind.

“Did you still wish to see the lands of my kingdom?”

‘Of course.”

He hummed to himself for a moment as he whistled to the his seals that perked up their ears and immediately ran to the front of the gate. She watched as Ganon tied a small supply back on to the back and checked the ropes tied to the gigantic sled, he stood on it and checked the ropes before offering his hand to her.

“Your not afraid now are you? Tough girl.” He said with a small smirk.

She shook her head as she took his hand letting her stand in front of him with his arms on either side holding onto the handle of the sled. He kicked up the reins and in an instant the seals ran off into the vast ocean of the sand. She felt her whole body hit into the front of his as she tried to keep herself stable until she felt his arm wrapped around her midsection. She couldn’t help herself by grabbing his arm, to be both surprised and maybe perhaps a bit welcome at the gesture . The sand seals rushed into the dunes past multiple sinkholes almost too close for comfort, jumping out of the sand so quickly made her whole body lift off the sled a bit making her laugh but also scream surprisingly as she saw them climbing through the thick desert sand up the hills to see a small oasis that seemed to be void of any people. The cool desert air pricked her skin as she felt the grains of sand cling to her skin and clothes. The seals stopped just a bit short of the small oasis shaking off their fur as Ganondorf looked down at her only to laugh loudly at the sight. Her hair was slightly a mess and still she clung onto his arm with her legs shaking a bit.

“That was....that was not what I expected.”

“Hahaha. Perhaps you would want to try it again so you get used to it.”

“No, no, I'm fine with us stopping here...” She said looking down at her hand on his arm, immediately feeling her ears getting a bit warmer as she quickly moved it to fix her hair.

“You...you can let go of me now.”

“Are you sure about that?” He said moving his arm lower so she was sitting on it lifting her up to his eye level.

“I wouldn’t want my new bride to hurt herself.”

“Y.....yes I am very sure...please.”

“As you wish.”

He smiled to himself as he placed her back on the ground as he stood off of the sled untying the ropes allowing the seals to drink from the oasis. He looked behind him to see Zelda looking out into the now illuminated sands by the moon. The wind howling into the night as the faint hue of the kingdoms lights could be seen. He breathed in the night air, moments like this reminded why he was fighting so hard for his people. He knew what the other realm thought and in truth he couldn’t have cared less. All he really wanted was freedom, both for his people and himself. For years he hated that the knowledge of Demise’s curse flowing through his blood made all those who looked upon him as nothing but a monster. The moment from his birth he was told that he would lead the people to their true value...yet he would be hated and feared by all. Perhaps it was foolish of him to hope that he could change his fate.

Suddenly he felt his sand seals leaning on him offering a comforting nudge of their heads as he pet them. He leaned over to the sled and untied the rug that he kept with him in case he was to scout for days on end along with his troops. He placed it down on the hard ground as he watched his older seal sitting behind him as the younger seal lay down beside him breathing slowly knowing fully well the children must have fed them more than they thought they could handle.

As he looked over Zelda and noticed she was shivering. The moon light glazed over her skin making her look almost like a holy spirit as the dress she wore which was lightly covered in sand blew in the air in time with her hair. Yet she was still a sight for sore eyes, truly one he didn’t expect to enjoy.

“Lady Zelda...” He said seeing her turn around gripping her arms as she noticed him sitting down beside his seals with an arm gesturing to the spot next to him. The moon illuminating his body in a low glow as the gold accessories he wore gleamed in the light. His vibrant red hair surrounding his frame as the loose Gerudo clothes blew in the wind. She was now completely nervous. Why was he being like this to her? They were not wed and yet he was acting completely differently than she ever expected. This man was the reason for all the pain in her time, Mipha, Urbosa, Revali and Daruk. All of them died by his hand, the pain inflected on her kingdom and Link.

Link... She had almost forgotten that he was searching for her in their time. But she knew the choice she made was for the best. By marrying him, all the deaths and suffering that happened will never come to pass. But then again there was no true guarantee that it would happen...after all with the blood of the goddess in her veins and Demise in him...fate might be cruller to them than any past incantations. She would not allow such a fate to happen again...not if she could stop it.

“You’ll freeze if you just stand there.” He said this time patting the rug as if it were no big deal.

She simply nodded in agreement as she sat next to him as the younger of the seal cuddled up to her allowing all the warmth to return to her body. She looked up at Ganondorf and spoke.

“...Thank you. In truth I did not think you to be like this to a woman you barely knew...seeing as we both have strange fates...”

“You should know by now that I am not a complete and utter monster. I am a man first and a king second. Whatever the other realms see in me...I will change that fate. No matter how it must be done.”

He looked down at her.

“I can see in your eyes that you wished at some point that you never had the blood of the goddess in your veins...for what reason you need not tell me...but clearly your family sees you as thing to be relished on a pedestal...a holy figure.”

She saw him look up at the stars and sighed. She knew what he meant, living a normal life was never going to happen. She had to grow up fast and learn to fight off the Calamity since she was very young. While the protecting the realm was more than enough a reason to do it...it was never truly enough for those around her. Only the champions and Link truly understood her and yet...here she was sitting with their enemy so to be wed and in truth felt that he too understood her struggle.

“I do hope that this...” She gestured to both of them.

“Will truly work.”

“We will have to wait and see.” He said leaning back. When he felt her lay her head against his arm which surprised him seeing her gently petting the younger seals head making it hum in appreciation. He could feel his heart beat ever so quickly at the sight as a small blush came upon his face as he ran a hand through his hair trying to ignore it.

“King Ganondorf....”

“Hmm.”

“I meant to ask, what are there names” she said pointing to the seals.

He pointed to the bigger one and then to the smaller one.

“ Cerbofog and Tuguk.” the seals moved their heads in response but soon calmed down and layed back down in the sand.

“Really...Huh...”

“What? They are Gerudo warrior names. What would you name them?”

“Well...personally they look more like Blubber and Flipper to me...”

The look on his face was one of pure cringe at the idea of the names for him being so...casual. It didn’t help that when she called them that they actually looked up with wide smiling faces barking in excitement.

“See...even they like the idea of nicknames like that.” She said rubbing their fur causing them to roll over in pure joy as she ruffled up their manes in a friendly manner. He was never gonna the hear the end of this from her. But the sight of her laughing as the newly appointed Blubber and Flipper loved on her even more than before made him sigh to himself...for once...in a very long time did he feel peace.

#zelgan #zelda #link #ganondorf #fightingfate #fanfiction #the legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #breath of the wild #hope you enjoy #ganon x zelda

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yourlocaltreesimp · 8 months

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Memories I hope to Hold

Cal!LinkxReader Hurt/Comfort I think

TW: Mentions of death and the Calamity but that’s really it

Not edited, please excuse my poor spelling

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Today you were going to die. You had less qualms with it than you originally expected. After everything that had happened in the past few months or was it a year yet? death just seemed like an unfortunate add on to the many, many things out of your control. The sun hadn’t even breached the horizon, yet you didn’t miss its warmth. You’d only have until midday to bask in it if you were lucky, and even then you weren’t sure you wanted to. Despite the early morning dew still sticking to the grass, some of Hateno was awake with you. The tech lab, for which you’d been residing since your arrival, if you could even call it that, had white tufts of smoke pluming out from its stone chimney. Purah and Robbie had been lovely friends, letting you chip in with your knowledge about Hyrule. It was amazing to have ears that listened rather than dismissing you, you might not have been from Hyrule, but that didn’t mean that you knew nothing. Of course, you knew the story’s beginning. But more importantly, you knew it’s morbid end. The world to dust and ashes and everyone you knew either laying within their graves or just about approaching. You looked over your map one more time, each shrine you wished to visit pinned carefully. Your hand hovered over the glass screen of your sheikah ‘switch’, your old and once broken nintendo switch repaired with sheikah magic. Purahs birthday gift to you. You pressed decisively on the Central tower.

You looked out at the field you arrived here in, nothing but your switch and the clothes off your back. The sun painted the familiar field a soft gold, so deceptively welcoming. You thought back to that very day, surly a year ago by now.

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Your head was splitting. The open sky above you swirled and faded in and out. Your limbs were made of lead and two voices spoke words you could not make out, but it didn’t matter, you could not bring yourself to care.

When your eyes flicked back open you were met with an incredibly confusing sight. Lush grass for hundreds of meters around, wildflowers dotting the green field with bright color, your switch was now shattered on your chest and you were not on Earth anymore. No. Not close. Two familiar blondes stared at you. One set of green eyes, incredibly concerned, eyebrows knitted with worry. The other set of blue, distrusting and guarded, arm extended to keep the other back, but beneath the harshness, you saw fragility. Maybe not now, granted, but you knew it was there. But so long spent observing Link’s journeys and memories, it’s difficult to fool you with hardened eyes and armour after you saw what lay beneath. You sat up, pushing off the ground to stand, shuffling back on your feet. The blood drained from your head, leaving you woozy and dizzy. You righted yourself as carefully as you could, not wishing to do yourself any more damage.

“U-Uh Where…” Words came slow and difficult, like the words had to pass through a coffee filter to get out, “Where are we?” You knew- well, you didn’t know but you had an idea.

“Central Hyrule, South east of Castle Town. What are you- How did you get here?” The princess had an equal parts wonder as distrust in her tone. You made your decisions rapidly, pretending not to know too much might fair well depending on what they know.

“Hyrule? Castle town? Forgive me I am… Unfamiliar… How did I?” You looked around, the familiar tower glowing a brilliant blue stood tall behind you. You staggered back, trying still to comprehend what it was you were seeing. “What on Earth? I don’t.” You turned back around to see the two moved away from you when you moved closer. You tried your hardest to not take it personally. “I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure myself.” Your voice was quiet and tapered off, the familiar bite of panic knawed just behind your sternum. Your lungs drew their breaths quicker, your aching mind tried to race to a probable conclusions and drawing up blanks.

“You do not know of Hyrule?”

Yes. “No.”

“How Peculiar”

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How peculiar it was indeed. Moreover that you ended up staying with the both of them for longer after that. It was funny how that entire conversation determined everything that happened afterward. Zelda and you worked on the study of the divine beast and their functions, you learned a great deal of Hyrule’s history and culture from her, adapting to your new home. And Link… well you had just as many words to describe him as words he had to say. Infinitely many, and yet no mix of them could truly ever make sense, to you or to anyone else. Besides, You had to get home, not dwell on such trivial thoughts and such sharp eyes and caring nature and selfless kindness. The world demanded your attention elsewhere, and so you went. Your fingers hovered carefully over the Akh Va’quot shrine before feeling yourself be whisked away.

You tugged your cloak around you as the familiar bite of Hebra’s wind hit once more. Rito Village bustled with the early morning chores, children running around and adults setting up their businesses. You remembered the first time you came here like it was yesterday, the so many rows of stairs captivating in combination with the bird people that inhabited it.

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You could hardly contain yourself as you made you way up all of the stairs. You were spellbound -as you frequently were by Hyrule, how couldnt you?- by the rolling mountains and staggering peaks of Hebra around you. The rest of the champions were already met at Revali’s landing, talking with one another with practiced ease you’d yet to find. You hung back, admiring the views while Zelda and Link passed, letting them join the flow of conversation before you had to. Greetings were exchanged, some even to you which you tried to meet with the same warmth. And yet you couldn’t find it in yourself. Looking at the group of champions, you couldn’t help but feel like an add on… an extra piece of a puzzle there was no room for. You’d met with them more than a few times before, and every time you were met with nothing but welcome, especially after they were informed of your circumstance (and got over their rightful unease). You were so withdrawn that you failed to notice the group trying to draw your attention. You jumped slightly as a gentle hand rested on your shoulder, tensing completely before relaxing. The group stared at you for a moment, and all you wanted to do was leave, to run into the forest and never have to face them again. You might’ve, If it weren’t for Link’s hand on your shoulder, keeping you just the slightest bit grounded.

“Hey, (y/n) you alright?” Daruk was hardly ever worried, as he hardly ever had much that could cause genuine threat to him.

“Yeah sorry I just- I- We dont have sights like this back home and I guess I just feel a little homesick.” Not technically a lie, but not a whole truth.

“Understandable. Rito village is a sight for everyone, even for those from Hyrule. It is no surprise you’re captivated.” Revali crossed his arms? wings? And closed his eyes with confidence, smirking if he could. You allowed yourself a polite smile and another look at the surrounding mountains.

“I find myself more impressed the longer I stay here. It only makes me want to see more. I will say, Zoras domain can’t be topped by anything in my mind.” Mipha smiles gratefully, you’d managed to form a genuine connection with her, especially considering how sweet she was. The rest of that evening went smoothly, plans and conversation explained and discussed over a long dinner.

By the end, the sun was nearly gone, its warmth leaving with it. As you began to leave for the castle, a familiar grey cloak was slipped around your shoulders. It smelled vaguely of pine and grass, sunken into the fabric to the point it couldn’t be removed. You stared at the knight as he walked away from you, a flush growing over your cheeks with your endearing smile.

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You still smiled at the memory, something so trivial at the time was so… easy to read now. You checked the time- shit. You were running late. You had give or take two or three hours left before the sky came falling in. Before the worlds malice stood to fight once more. You didn’t think twice this time before clicking on the Mogg Latan shrine.

Mount Satori was just as beautiful as it always was. The twisting cherry tree letting its fragile pink blossoms fall into the clear water. Silent princesses bloomed around the rocks in the water. You could see your own bittersweet smile in the reflection.

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“Where in the world are you taking me” Link led you determinedly by the hand, mischievous smile taken his face when he told you he had something to show you. Being wholly honest he could’ve shown you a wall of wet paint and you’d have watched it dry if it made him happy.

“You’re awfully impatient” Goddesses how you loved his voice, rare as it was. You could hear his sass, making you role your eyes in turn.

“You’re awfully secretive.” To be fair he couldn’t rebuke that, there was no lie in your words. So he simply kept moving onward.

Your breath was stolen as you looked at the lake in front of you. The familiar time-old cherry blossom in full bloom. A single pink petal fell, rippling against the clear water. You kept your hand weaved with Link’s as you maces closer. After admiring the scene before you your lips pursed to get out a word.

“Link- This- It’s utterly gorgeous” Your words were nearly gone with the wind, not wanting to intrude into the serenity with your words.

“Really is.” You turned to face him and his tender words to find his eyes already on yours. Now you were really speechless. His eyes were softened and cheeks slightly flushed as he took you in, memorising your face. And you found yourself doing the same, but there wasn’t much you hadn’t already noticed. The hairline scar aver his lip, sun spots over his cheeks from so long under the suns rays, wild sandy bangs obscuring his eyes from your view.

“One of the sights I want to hold onto and never let go” His words were equally as quiet now, as if he didn’t want even you to hear them. And in one of your rare moments of courage you found it in you to speak.

“Then don’t.” He took you in his arms so gently, wrapping himself around you as if you’d shatter. But even with that, you knew when you were flush that you’d never truly leave this moment. You were met with the same scent again, pine and grass. He pulled back sooner than what you would’ve liked, but he did not give you long to mourn the loss. A calloused hand gently traced your jaw before his eyes of the endless sky above met with yours again. He kissed you slow and longing, so long spent yearning for you that it bled into his affection. Link had always felt himself tugging you closer, wanting to enjoy the moment before he was forced to abandon it. And he always was.

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In hindsight, you did get too attached. But you wouldn’t blame yourself, how could you? You were given the chance to be love and be loved in return that you didn’t see how far you’d fall afterward. But maybe meeting the world with open arms really was worth it. Maybe finally figuring out your place in the world was worth it. And maybe letting yourself fall for a love you could never have was worth it as well. A shrill cry pierced the once cerulean blue sky as it bled carmine red. You knew how the story ended, so how foolish you were to hope you could avoid it.

#legend of zelda #link x reader #link x you #angst #age of calamity #calamity ganon #x reader #hurt/comfort

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champion-prism · 3 months

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desperate times (call for desperate measures): chapter 1

Ganondorf x Reader

Crossposted on Ao3

Summary: For better or worse, you are a young woman of obsession. Chasing ideas, stories, knowledge, even play, whatever you do, you do thoroughly. Your aunt often likes to say your best trait was an iron will- what you set your mind to, you do- yet you aren’t so sure. When you have an idea in your head, it’s not so much will that drives you than curiosity, which often brings with it rewards.

But it is desperation, not curiosity, that drives you out of your little town of Hateno, and a blinding rage makes you disregard your safety enough to approach the dangerous, exalted King of the Gerudo.

For better or worse, you are a young woman of obsession. Chasing ideas, stories, knowledge, even play, whatever you do, you do thoroughly. Your aunt often likes to say your best trait was an iron will- what you set your mind to, you do- yet you aren’t so sure. When you have an idea in your head, it’s not so much will that drives you than curiosity, which often brings with it rewards.

Or punishments.

Your uncle is staring at you in shock and disbelief.

“Terminated?” he repeats after you, as you keep your tear stained face turned to the floor.

“How could it come to this?” he says, half to himself, half to you. “How could you be terminated from work? It’s a simple job, for Hylia’s sake!”

You flinch.

“Did you damage some of the stock? Did you steal money? Tell me what it was,” he says, now leveling a hard stare at you.

You want very much to lie, because you know the truth will infuriate him more than anything. You could say you stole- or you could save a little face and say the general store had simply too many employees, but you know when Pierre posts the help wanted sign tomorrow you’re going to get ratted out immediately.

“Didn’t go too many times,” you murmur, “I’ve been ill, Uncle, I-”

“Ill!” He slams a fist on the wooden table. Your aunt comes running in from the kitchen, and trembles at the sight of him, quietly retreating to a corner.

“You find yourself ill more often than not, you must be near your goddess-damned deathbed,” he continues. You love your uncle, but he has the most caustic tongue of anyone you know, when in a rage. Second only to your own, you suppose bitterly.

He gets up and begins to pace.

“Is it sorcery?” he asks suddenly, turning on his heel. “All that nonsense you’ve been reading lately?”

He’s hit the nail on the head.

“You damnable idiot,” he says, and for a second you think he’s going to aim a kick at you, but he stalks upstairs instead. Your gut churns.

“Nothing is going to make you a mage, idiot! If you had the talent, it would have shown itself by now!” he bellows suddenly from upstairs, making you jump.

You make eye contact with your aunt, and she looks upset. She’s never so upset as when you give your uncle a rightful reason to rage at you.

She sighs.

“He’s going to sulk for a few days now,” she said, “I suppose you’ll be hiding in your room the whole time?”

That, too, is a jibe at you. You’re useless around the house, too busy with your nose in a book or worse, your entire head in the clouds.

You don’t mind your uncle sulking. You’re used to it, by now. There is only one thing your uncle can do that you truly fear, and the thought of it doesn’t even enter your mind, tonight.

You tiptoe upstairs in a while, trying to conjure up a small light in the palm of your hand. You don’t hear your uncle snoring from inside his locked room, and you frown as you enter the room you used to share with your cousins.

Three long, narrow beds are placed parallel to each other, and the choice of which to sleep on is yours. You wish your aunt would just go ahead and remove the other two beds so you might have room to practice magic, but you daren’t ask her. Your cousins are long gone from Hateno, strapping farmer’s sons employed as guards at Hyrule Castle- not just guards, in fact, but Royal Guards thanks to the extensive education your father guaranteed them.

Guaranteed you.

An education you could do nothing with. You were unfortunately a girl, and could not be a Royal Guard. You were too flighty to work as a farm girl, although you begged the excuse of frailty. Your education, though fantastic, demonstrated an understanding that was fit for further scholarly work- something which your father, a scholar himself, had tried heavily to push you towards through his letters. You had the potential to advise a king, he had once told your aunt, and yet when you tried your hand at studying law you came away wanting to drown yourself in the Necluda Bay.

What you truly wanted to study was witchcraft, and your father and uncle would sooner see you dead, it seemed.

You sigh as you tuck yourself into bed. Starting tomorrow, you would no longer be working at the General Store, which means you would be expected to help around the house and the farm. Those were not your strongest points. You had the terrible tendency of being lost in your thoughts, and aching considerably to get back to your study of magic. It rightfully frustrates everyone around you- what good is it, raising “a great big brute of a girl”, your aunt would say in a rage, if she couldn’t so much as fetch a pail of water from the well without wandering into the woods to daydream?

It takes you a long time to fall asleep that night.

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You wake up around noon, sun streaming bright through your windows. Anxiety pools in your gut and makes you sit up straight- with your uncle already angry at you, sleeping in is one of the worst things you can do.

You fly out of bed to dress, dragging a comb through your hair and running downstairs two steps at a time. Your aunt is in her usual place at the stove, cooking up what looks to be your favorite meal.

You stop short, and wonder if she has a death wish. Your uncle is particularly virulent about serving you your favorite meals when he is displeased, and this time, he is rightfully displeased. Is she trying to pick a fight?

You sneak up behind her and give her a hug, and she squeals in surprise.

“Cold milk in the larder,” she tells you, smiling. You go to grab some, not entirely noticing that she looks forlorn.

You chug your bottle of milk, and ask about your uncle.

“He’s not upset anymore,” she says, her face to the stove. “He understands- he’s been trying to understand you, and do what is best for you.”

It warms your heart to hear it, though you’re surprised. Your uncle is smart, and a good farmer, but much like your father, seems to have an emotional quotient of roughly zero. Oh, well.

“Dear, could you run down to the general store and get me these things?” your aunt asks, putting a list and some money into your hand. Your face flares with shame, realizing that your family will now have to pay full price for everything again, rather than avail the little discount you got from working there. You stare at your aunt a bit, but she studiously avoids eye contact, full knowing that it will cause you embarrassment to go.

You walk out of the house, thoughts racing and face burning. The general store is a ten minute walk from your place, and the sun has you groggy in no time. You’d only just woken up, for Hylia’s sake. You pass the fields, where your uncle is hard at work with his hired hands. He gives you a small wave, which you return with more surprise than your body could reasonably muster on a good day.

Maybe people do change.

A cool wind picks up as your shame begins to gnaw at you genuinely. You’re old enough to start contributing. Your aunt and uncle had taken you in as an infant, when your father had departed to work at Hyrule castle. As a child, you had been your uncle’s absolute favorite over his two sons- a little darling daughter/niece, who in his eyes united the divine blessings of beauty and intelligence. Whenever he could, he would sneak you extra special treats, and accede to your most childish wishes. You never noticed, as a child, that he was extra affectionate whilst ignoring one of his sons as punishment, and when they moved away, the full brunt of his temper descended on you at your most troublesome age- your teens.

And yet you long for him to genuinely be happy with you, be pleased. Never regret his decision of raising you as his own. You determine to either beg for your job at the general store back, or better, get a job at Hateno’s fashion boutique. You were certainly pretty enough to be an attractive salesgirl to travelers, the proprietor had told you once, but your uncle felt scathingly towards fashion and caused you to pass over the implicit job offer at the time.

He will not be so scathing now, you know. Perhaps you’ll even do well at the fashion boutique. The thought warms your heart as you reach the general store, brave in the face of your humiliation.

Pierre is looking at you strangely when you enter.

You greet him as if nothing had happened, smile, and hand him your little list. When he gathers your things and adds up the total, you notice he has given you your employee discount. Not wanting to leave his kindness (and clear attempt at making amends), you smile and point out that he has not charged you full price.

“We are friends, ma’am,” he smiles back, “I hope you will not let the normal course of business interfere with our genuine friendship.”

He called you ma’am. You’re so confused by this that you say nothing about it, but pay your due with a perplexed smile as you bid him good day.

Did he slip up? Maybe it was an accident, but it sounded deliberate. He certainly made no attempt to correct himself. He’s seen you grow up, there was no need to suddenly start calling by honorifics or the like. Your confusion sustains your active thoughts on the walk home, although you do spare a few minutes to grab some wild herbs to practice your alchemy with. You stuff them into your pocket, and are thankful they smell nice- a good excuse for why you plucked them, if anyone asks.

When you reach home, the table is set for lunch. Perhaps your aunt sent you on a bit of a fool’s errand, because she seems to have had no trouble cooking up a frankly massive meal without the ingredients she sent you for.

Hot and a little cranky, you dump your groceries on the kitchen counter and plop down at the table, staring hungrily at your favorite foods.

All your favorite foods, and you smell your favorite dessert baking in the oven.

Are you about to be hanged?

Is this some sort of prisoner’s last meal?

Your uncle comes downstairs, now freshly bathed after his morning farm work. Your aunt and uncle both take a seat at the table, and give you twin sad smiles.

“Eat, sweetheart,” your aunt says.

You pick up a fork.

With the pointy end towards the ceiling, you tighten your fist around the handle.

“Something’s going on,” you say.

Your aunt attempts to dissuade this belief, but as you begin to argue, your uncle’s mood sours again. Rapidly.

“Just tell the damn girl if she needs to know so badly,” he snarls, beginning to aggressively spear food on his fork and eat.

Your aunt looks panicked.

“This is not the way- the decision isn’t fully made-” she protests.

“It’s as made as can be. If I hear a word out of this girl’s mouth I might have to knock her teeth out,” he snaps. “She has exhausted all her options. For all her potential, if Fate dictates that she be a housewife and birth children, who are we to fight it?”

“Wait, what?” you ask, dropping your fork.

“It’s settled,” he says, glaring at half in rage, half spite. “I’ve spoken to Briggs about his oldest son marrying you, and they were delighted to accept the offer-”

“You’ve WHAT?”

You’re standing up now, stool toppled over behind you. You generally consider yourself above temper tantrums and have certainly never acted out, even as a child, but the powerful urge to flip the table courses through you.

“You can’t- fucking- do that,” your aunt gasps at your use of the cuss, but it’s necessary, you feel, to drive home how there’s absolutely no way in the Twilight Realm that you’ll marry Briggs fucking Junior.

“They have money!” bellows your uncle, not to be outdone. “And what choice have you left anybody? Your father agrees! Useless, unemployed, oversmart, arrogant-”

You see red. Savagely kicking aside your stool, you make a grab for some food before racing upstairs and bolting your bedroom door.

The heat of it hits as soon as you’re alone, and hot tears start to roll down your face.

You’ve done it now. You know you don’t deserve another chance, but the least they could do was ask your opinion. If marriage truly was the last resort for you, they might have had a meaningful discussion. There was spite in your uncle right now, the desire to punish clouding his better sense. And unfortunately, you knew your uncle well enough to know that his anger might last for years.

Desperate resolutions are formed, and you sit down at your writing desk.

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For as ungrateful as you must be being right now, you are not entirely heartless.

For your aunt and uncle, you leave a note omitting your intended whereabouts, so you may not be followed and wrestled back to marry Briggs Junior. You assure them you are alright, but you must leave for some amount of time in order to learn to provide for yourself. It is not so much that you are opposed to an arranged marriage- you think you’re quite amenable to it given you have final veto power- b ut Briggs Junior is a brute, and you know it. His only virtue is his father’s money, and the possession of some of the largest houses in Hateno, and though it seems wonderful to marry rich, there is no way you can bear carrying Briggs the Third in your womb for nine months. The thought makes you want to retch.

By virtue of a scholarly father established at Hyrule castle, you have at your disposal numerous tomes that have so far nourished your appetite for reading. You tear a two page map of Hyrule from one- the one that points out where the stables are.

Your plan is essentially simple. Run off to the nearest stable (which unfortunately is quite far but you won’t let that deter you) and earn yourself a living. Earn until you have proven yourself capable of some form of independence, and return to your aunt and uncle a changed girl, with a work ethic forged in desperation.

You stop to consider briefly if there might be a job you can do at the Dueling Peaks stable. What if they simply can’t hire you?

It won’t matter. You can come back and earn yourself the flogging of a lifetime, because you have no doubt Briggs Senior will refuse the hand of such a wilful, headstrong girl for his son. He will rightly take the insult, and for whatever damnable consequences that follow, you will be safe from Briggs Junior.

Brilliant. With your capacity for strategy and sacrifice, perhaps you really would make a good advisor for a king.

By nightfall, your bravado is fading. Nobody comes a-knocking at your door, and you cry softly as you begin to pack your things. Only a single change of clothes, because your pack is already heavy from the two tomes of beginner sorcery you have put in. They are imperative.With life as you know it coming to something of an end, you must have something to cling to, and it must be sorcery, it just be.

You are running away. You’re actually doing it. You have to- every time you want to back down you picture your husband to be, and a freezing panic trickles from the base of your skull to your spine. Much to your delight, you do telekinetically smash a cup- proof of some magical power within you, though you may be worse than a child in controlling it.

Bag packed, you sneak out of the house and into the shed, where you know your uncle keeps a traveler’s sword. As a child, you had been your cousins’ favorite wooden sword practice dummy, and you knew a few things about defensive swordplay. Driven to desperation, you feel quite ready to hack someone’s head off their shoulders, should you be attacked by ruffians or bandits.

There is some food in your pack, things that won’t perish easily, and as you make your way out of the village, you pluck some apples to munch on. You must stay fed. Dueling Peaks Stable was as much as a four day journey by foot.

Your apprehensions take the wheel, urging you to run back and fall at your uncle’s feet the next morning. But pride and impulse tell you to keep going, to get out of the village while in the throes of emotion, or you may never do anything at all. At the very least, you will show your aunt and uncle just how detrimental to your happiness it would be to marry Briggs Junior. Sure, your uncle found you the richest match in the village, but it was still counter-intuitive for someone with your ultimate welfare in mind.

At the fringe of Ginner Woods, you pause to consult your map. The very real possibility of a brutal, tragic death crosses your mind more than once, but you ignore it in favor of drawing your sword and examining it.

You are dressed for travel, and to look as unwomanly as possible. You hope no passing bandit may take a liking to you and cart you off, or worse, take advantage of you at the roadside. The thought makes your pulse quicken and your mind rebel, but you use the surge of energy to charge through the woods. You wonder briefly whether you will be able to catch a wild horse, but you doubt you’ll survive a single kick from a horse, and disregard the idea immediately.

The woods are safe being so close to the village. They house no aggressive animals- all you have to fear from during your journey is people.

And so you walk.

And walk, and walk, and walk. Every now and then, you shift your pack, or set it down a few moments to relieve your aching shoulders. You eat some more of the food, and hope you can make it last four tiring days.

A thought strikes you. There are singular roads leading out of the village, these roads you travel now. Wouldn’t it make sense for your uncle to send horse riders in both directions looking for you, as soon as your flight was discovered?

But you know that will take a while. They may not think of reading the note on your desk until they grow worried for you, which would give you until early evening the next day.

You stop to drink from a pond, and carry on.

Crickets chirp and fireflies buzz around as you trudge on.

You walk for around two hours before your legs begin to protest, body sore. But you are too far from home to turn back, so you find some heather and bracken off road, use your pack as a pillow, clutch your sword tightly in hand and fall into a short, uneasy sleep. When you wake, in a few hours, you start again.

You walk in this manner until afternoon the next day, and your folly is strongly apparent to you. Every good sense tells you to turn back and begin to grovel, but out of sheer stubbornness, you carry on.

It is along the shore of the Fir River in the evening that you first come across a pair of travelers, most dressed in soldier’s armor. They slow when they see you, and address you from atop their steeds.

“Miss, can you tell us if we are on our way to Hateno village?” they say, and your heart jumps into your throat.

“You are,” you croak, throat dry.

One of them raises a brow, and dismounts.

“Are you quite well?” he asks, and you begin to cry.

They are startled, both of them, and the other one dismounts as well. They urge you, in a kindly fashion, to tell you what ails you, and you manage to tell them that you are a weary traveler, with no idea how you are to trudge onto the Dueling Peaks stable at this rate.

“Why,” says one of the soldiers, the brown haired one who dismounted later, “does a lovely young lady like you find herself traveling all alone to a stable?”

“For e-employment,” you sob. Pride has left you. Walking for eight hours on your own with the burden of your emotions has knocked it out of you.

They look sympathetic.

“Say, don’t you ride? You can catch some good horses around Blatchery Plain,” says the other soldier, the black haired one.

You give him a look. “I will be kicked and I will die,” you say, with such resigned solemnity that it makes them laugh.

“Well,” says the black haired one, “the journey to Dueling Peaks stable is a mere two days, one day from this point on horseback. You’ve walked quite fast if you’ve only been walking a day from Hateno. Our errand is not urgent, and we would be disgraceful as soldiers if we did not escort you,” he smiles, kindness diffused all over his handsome young face, and you can’t quite believe your luck.

Stammering out your thanks and altogether too overwhelmed by their kindness to suspect ulterior motives, you accept.

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May I Bleed So You May Heal ~ Ganondorf X Reader [PT 2/?]

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Eight Years Later

"Princess Y/n!" A voice yelled, shocking you from your deep slumber. You immediately sat at attention, turning your head around frantically as you tried to find the source of the voice. You soon locked eyes with a very familiar face.

"Wake. You have no time for sleeping in today" she still spoke sweetly, though the years had harshened her voice. You gave her a groggy stare before attempting to rub away at the sleepiness that held onto you.

"Today is a special occasion. We will be having important company" she announced as she then turned towards your closet to grab what she would need, leaving you rather confused.

"Company? I have not heard news that anyone would be coming today" you questioned worriedly. She continued to grab what she needed.

"It was on short notice. The Gerudo sent a missive that spoke of great need. They travel with their queen" she explained, soon picking an outfit for you. One of blues and whites once more. You wished she would pick a different design even just once.

"The Gerudo?" You spoke with shock, baffled by the announcement.

The Gerudo were a very uncommon sight. In fact, to your memory, you had yet to meet one in person. The only things you had heard of them were the rumors others shared about a kingdom of thieves and murderers, people capable of very dangerous things. Though they were allies they were tenuously so. Kept in arms reach only so they could be destroyed at a moment's notice. At least that's what you heard of them from the rumors of the court. It certainly didn't put you at any ease.

"Yes, the Gerudo. Now come, we must get you ready"

Murmurs. Everywhere you looked murmurs followed. The court seemed full of worry, fear and, in some cases, disgust. The general air of the place felt suffocating. You felt lucky that you were just passing through it.

"This way, we must meet with the others first" Vania spoke as she ushered you to the left. A few doors down you found the study which you quickly turned into.

Two people quickly came into view. One was an elder, Bishop Finrik, whose grayed hair was nearly gone at this point. Though despite his age the sharp almost crystal-like color of his blue eyes never seemed to fade. He sat at one of the many desks, a cane laid on the wall beside him. He stood once he'd seen the two of you, grabbing said cane and standing a short height mostly caused by his hunched back. His clothes were a drab blue color littered with triangular iconography.

Beside him stood a young man that was taller than any other you had seen in Hyrule. Even in the dim light of the study the armor he wore shined brightly, not a stain or spot on it. His helmet hid short, almost dusty brown hair while his eyes were such a deep brown they almost resembled black. He stood firmly, his back straight and his face stone like in its neutrality. Even the smallest stare would send shivers through you. You dared to only ever glance at him.

"It is about time that you reached us. Come, we have much to discuss before today's events" Finrik spoke, waving the two of you over before he began walking further into the rows of books. The two of you entered, soon following him. Zaden did not move, standing almost like a statue as you felt his eyes burn into your back.

Finrik turned to a particular bookshelf before pulling out a book that was so thick you thought he might not even be able to carry it with his fragile frame. But he did, with some effort, before he turned to a table nearby and laid the book down. He began to flip through the pages.

"What is it that you know about the Gerudo?" He asks, not turning to you as he spoke. You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what the right answer to the question was.

"They live in the desert. And they don't leave their borders often" you gave it your best shot and, to your dismay, his nose turned up at you.

"Yes, these things are true. However they are quite baseline. You must know their true extent if you are to be exposed to them today" he finally stopped at a page before turning back to you.

"Sit" was all he spoke and you did as told, despite his command burning an irritation within you at feeling similar to a dog.

Once you were seated he gestured to Zaden who in turn pushed over a large board full of symbols to you all. Finrik stepped towards the board, his eyes staring pointedly at you.

"You have heard the story before of Hylia and Demise yes?" He asked and, given that he was the one who had taught you the story, you nodded.

"Light and dark were separated onto two beings: Hylia and Demise. Conflict was born which created chaos. It was because of this that they were removed from the gods and cast down to their world, doomed to be born over again and to fight for Hylia's peace and Demises destruction" you explained to him, comforted by how pleased he looked at your response.

"Yes, quite right. We look to the light of Hylia, for she is a symbol of never-ending peace to our people" he compliments, his posture straightening a little.

"But those who approach our kingdom now..." He pauses a moment, a snarl of disgust found on his features. He turned to the board that showed a terrible beast and the red symbols that surrounded it. You knew it to be a depiction of the end times.

"They are that of the great darkness. We look upon the walls of our people's past and know this to be true. They harbor the soul of evil among them and seek nothing but power and terrible calamity" he spoke with conviction before he turned to the book that lay on the table, pushing it towards you. You quickly turned to the symbols and words scrawled upon the old page.

"It is believed that every one hundred years a Gerudo male is born. A king by birth. And, in every few thousand years, one born with the capability of great evil. One born of Demise. But he has no power against our goddess Hylia. Our king, in his ultimate wisdom, shows unending respect to this. But even in her great care we must still be wary. This evil must be stopped in our goddess' good name. Or we would have failed her. And thus her protection could not save us" he continued with an open display of dedication you had known him only to possess for the goddess.

"They are weak against us now. Their people are few and their resources fewer. They alone cannot bring their terrible destruction to us. We need only look at our times of never-ending peace as evidence. They would need the power of Demise. Of the chosen Gerudo King" he explains further, an emphasis shown on their weakness.

"As of now, there are no reports of any male born to them, but their approach to our castle is unprecedented and we know not of their full intentions. We mustn't disrespect our great light with arrogance and stupidity. We must take the approach of these savages as a great threat to us. Do you understand?" He finally finished, his eyes burrowing into you with a stare you could only label as fanatic.

Despite how cruelly he had described these people, and how you had never known a group to be so unforgivably evil, you nodded. Your stomach twisted as you did, a feeling of dread breaking through you. You didn't quite know why, only that it did. You pushed it down and explained it away as fear of the great evil he described, even though his words were something you rarely took so seriously. He smiled at your compliance. A smile that made your dreadful feeling worse.

"Good" he stated, closing the book and taking it back towards the shelf. You turned to Vania to see a smile take her face as she stood.

"Come, we should-" Vania's words were stopped when a knock came to the doors of the study, a servant soon opening it, his eyes locking on you immediately.

"Princess Y/N, the king wishes to speak with you in his study" he announced to which you quickly turned back to Vania, a part of her smile falling ever so slightly as she stared at the servant.

"Why yes, of course, we would want to speak with him before such important guests" she turned down to you.

"We will meet with your father" she decides. The two of you leave the room, the clinking of armor following soon behind the both of you. You tried to ignore how small you felt under his gaze. It was only moments later that you made it to the King's study, your father Rauru standing proudly as he talked with a member of his council.

"Yes, I am more than aware that this is risky, but what kind of king would I be if-" he stopped, his eyes catching on you.

"Y/n. It is good to see you" he speaks with a smile that you return. He quickly dismisses all others, though you could tell Vania would have wished to stay, before bidding you further into the room. You followed obediently, never one to ignore the will of your father.

"I'm sure you are aware of our future guests by now?" He questions to which you nod. You wondered if he had set out what Finrik had told you.

"It is with great worry that I bring you here. I do believe these people to be in need of us, though we can never be sure of their intentions. I wish only to keep the peace. As do you I hope" he spoke genuinely, as that is how he had only ever spoken to you. You watched as he reached below his desk, opening a drawer you never knew was there.

"I had wanted to hold this off until your mother was well enough to see this momentous occasions but she bid that I give you this in fear of what might be to come" he pulled out a small ornate box. One that exuded a sense of great importance and power. He slowly unlatched the lock, a brilliant shine emitting from it before he turned back to you.

"This is a secret stone, similar to the one your mother and I wear. It, as you know, holds the potential for great power" he speaks with importance in his voice as he pushes the box over to you. Your eyes widen at the great meaning it brings.

"And even greater responsibility. I am gifting it to you now with the confidence that you are ready for such a weight to be held on you" you stand stunned for a long moment, shocked by what has been laid before you. You turn to look at your father who only nods to you before you slowly reach for the item, taking it into your hands. You immediately feel energy pulse through your system, a gasp leaving you as it does. Your father stands, a soft smile on his face as he approaches and gently takes the string held to the stone, tying it around your wrist gently. You look back up to him, astonished.

"Don't worry, my daughter, you will grow used to the feeling" he tries to calm you. However you simply can't contain your excitement as you throw yourself into his arms. He immediately reciprocates, the warmth of his hold so deeply comforting. The moment is interrupted by a knock at the door. Your father pulls away reluctantly.

"What is it?" He asks.

"They are approaching" was all they said. Your father's face fell to worry for a moment before he replaced it with immediate calm.

"Well come then. We should go greet our guests"

You felt your nerves pull at you as you took your seat in the throne room beside your father.

You had heard so little of these people, what if you somehow upset them? If their reputation stood true then it would surely lead to blood spilled. What if this was simply a ruse? A disguise to get closer to kill you all? The rumors of such things were all you heard as you walked through the chattering halls. Those worries seemed to be on everyone's mind.

You paused your thoughts for a moment, finding them less than constructive. So you tried instead to understand them.

You had not met these people, that much was true. You knew not of their ways or their culture or their lands. And so you had no right to ascribe such danger to those who say they seek only refuge, even with the disdainful things you had heard of them. Surely, if such things were provably true, they would have no such audience here. And, knowing your father, he would not allow such an attack to hit him unknowingly. So you attempted to calm yourself with those thoughts, even though the ringing of Finrik's words and your father's worry never seemed to leave fully.

Your running thoughts were finally stopped fully as the sound of clanking metal met your ears, the smell of sweet lavender and old books following. And you knew at that moment that the three stood beside you, Vania, Finrik, and Zaden. Your council, ones who seemed to share a common thought with the rumors that swirled. You felt their eyes sear into you once more.

"My king!" A guard by the door yells, catching everyone's attention as the room falls silent

"The Gerudo approach! They come unarmed!" He continues. Your father gives him a nod.

"Open the doors" He orders, the guards moving immediately to do so. Slowly they part and moments later a group of women come into view.

They marched in lockstep around the one you assumed to be their queen, seeing as she was the most covered in jewels and gold. There are about twenty of them, you think. Though you are more so distracted by their looks than their number. Their tan skin met only briefly with the red lace that fell on them. Their eyes stared with an intensity you had never seen held so openly as they walked with the movements of soldiers. They stood taller than any Hylian could ever hope too with their bodily strength on full display. It shocked you, truthfully, to see such a blatantly unabashed confidence held in a group of women. Something quite different from how you were told to behave. You thought you should feel disgusted with such looks, though you only found yourself intrigued.

Once they had entered they bowed in unison, though they were sure to lean on one knee. There would be no groveling before you.

A moment of silence passed, your eyes unable to tear from them as your notorious curiosity flared brightly.

"King Rauru of Hyrule, first of his kind. I honor your name" the woman you believed to be the queen spoke up with a voice that boomed across the room with unwavering pride, even with the words she spoke.

"And I will honor yours" your father returns the courtesy.

"I understand that you are in great need?" He gives her a similar look of flickering pride as he asks her the question.

"Yes. Over the last hundred years we have had to deal with rogue clans and other desert inhabitants that fight against us. But as of late they have moved from attacking us to sabotaging that which lets us survive, our young. They steal the children from under us and do so with cowardice. And when they do not attack the most vulnerable of our people, they steal the food from our mouths and poison our water. They wish us a slow death" Her voice doesn't waver a moment and neither do her eyes from the king, though a clear hatred is formed in her words at the mention of clans you knew not of.

"We come to you now and do not ask for more than shelter for our young while we rid these horrible people from our sands. We realize we have no right to ask this from you, but all others have turned us away. We offer great rewards of fine jewels for your assistance, for that is all we can give" she finishes, head held high even as she asks for your help. You feel a sadness creep in at her speech, a sympathy for her situation growing within you at the thought of starved and stolen children. It only swells with how desperate you believe this situation would have to be for them to finally leave their lands for help.

And then just as suddenly it develops into anger as you are drawn to how these people were described. Savage thieves who sought a cruel end to you all. If they were thieves then surely they would not seek such help from you? Surely some amount of shame would turn them away from asking from those they had already taken from? And if these rumors were to be as concrete as others spoke them, then they would have no need for such help, for they would have done the savage thing and burned these other clans to the ground no matter if they held their young captive or not. That certainly wouldn't be too outside of the purview of the chaos and ruin they were described to want to bring upon the world.

None of this seemed to make any sense. You could not see such a thing when staring at these people. A people who in this time of peace your people talked so often of, suffered so greatly. Who finally left their sands not for gold or trade or alliance in war, but for the safety of their young.

You turned to your father, shocked to see his expression hadn't wavered even slightly from a cold downward stare. Normally he would turn to your mother for help when it came on sudden decisions to make, but with her bedridden the only other person to turn to was you. He was met with your deeply upset expression before his look finally softened. He gestured towards you slightly, a move meant to ask for your input, to which you gave him a nod. He nodded in return before turning back to the Gerudo.

You felt a hand grip your shoulder and not even a glance was needed to know it was Zadens. You felt your throat tighten and your stomach drop before you quickly fixed your posture and turned your face forward, stone cold once more.

Finally, your father spoke.

"I can see your need, Cheif Nauvin" he started, his voice a bit warmer.

"I can offer you these things. Though I will only do so for your children and those you will set to raise them while this battle continues" he spoke clearly. Relief filled you as he chose to help these people, even though you did not show it.

"Thank you, my king" her voice held a gratefulness that seeped into every word. Your father seemed pleased.

"We should speak further into the details later. For now I open a wing of the castle to your people until any long term stay can be discussed. Is that fair for now?" He asked, though truly that wasn't even a question. It was the best your father could have reasonably offered.

Zadens hand seems to tighten on your shoulder. You look nowhere but to the queen

"Yes, more than fair"

"If that is all then you may bring them now. I will have servants set the rooms while you do so" he speaks and she nods once more.

"I cannot thank you enough King Rauru. I shall bring your reward along with them" she thanks him once more before finally standing, the other women standing in unison a moment after her. She turns to leave and as she does your eyes finally lock for the briefest of moments. Even then the burning color seared into you, the intensity of a world you knew so little of shining in them.

And, if only for a moment, you could have sworn she smiled.

Once the Gerudo left you were quickly pulled away by your council, their excuse to your father being that you had already missed many of your studies for today and would need to get back to them quickly. You hoped he wouldn't have bought the excuse, as he had so many times before, but it was hopeless believing he would have questioned it. So you were pulled away once more, dragged by your hand to the study you always dreaded so much.

The doors shut, and that's when it started.

"After everything we told you, you STILL felt sympathy for those- those creatures!" Finrik yelled in a clear fury. You stepped away the moment you were let go, as if distance would save you. You felt anger bubble in you at the accusation that was only bitten back by fear

"I didn't-" you tried to speak but it was useless.

"YOU are the reason they are letting their disgusting children into our sacred home! Your father would have never accepted that request so willingly if YOU hadn't looked at him the way you did" he stepped closer, nearly snarling in disgust. Your fury burned deeper. Your hands shook with it, especially as shame began to accompany it.

"Dimwitted girl! Do you know what you have caused? What this could cost us!? Letting your emotions guide you- like a child" he continued to berate you, your head held down as you glared at the floor. But, despite knowing there was no reason to at this point, you once again tried to speak any reason to him.

"I-"

"NO!" He yelled and you flinched at the sound. A sudden quietness fell into the room which only made your heartbeat audible in your ears as it became harder to swallow the feeling of dread. Only after such thick silence did he speak once more.

"There will be no words coming from your mouth, not after what you have done. Zaden!" Your entire being felt like it was about to fall apart at the name, your eyes widening, all other emotions reduced to pathetic fear. Your head snapped up, hoping you had somehow misheard him. But the knight stepped forward, expression as stoney as ever. That was until a hand stopped him.

Vania's hand

"Let's calm down a moment" the woman spoke, a contrasting calmness in her voice. The two men turned to her and, though a scowl could be found on Finriks face, they stilled. After they were quiet she turned her dull brown eyes back to you.

"Now Y/n, my dear" the name felt awful as it fell from her tongue. But, knowing the alternative, you clung to her every word

"I'm sure this was all just a misunderstanding. We do know that the Gerudo are such incredible liars. I'm not surprised you fell for their tricks. Even the king himself seemed enthralled" she explained, her voice soft against what had once been screaming in your ears.

"We should have prepared you better. And we are so sorry for not having properly explained the true destruction that might come of these people" she continued, soon removing her hand from the Knight's chest.

"But" she started, taking a few steps forward

"Now that you are aware, I'm sure you would have no issue airing this grievance to the king" She asked so sweetly as her steps grew closer, her hands soon caressing your face as she spoke.

"It is truly unsafe with them here. If not because of the legends of the calamity then simply because they are notorious thieves who may well bring their war to us" You felt your throat tighten at what she proposed that you do, the idea in opposition to your true sympathy for these people. But soon your eyes shifted to the infuriated Finrik and the knight who was fully prepared to do what he felt he needed to.

And when you fell back to her calm, sweet, understanding eyes; the ones that had always left you feeling so at a loss of what else to do but listen...

You nodded.

"I'm so happy you understand now, my dearest princess" her voice melts in great relief. And then she hesitates for a moment, a second of silence standing before she speaks once more.

"It has already been such a long day, why don't we go relax? You can speak to your father tomorrow. I'll arrange it" she finally let you go before oh so carefully guiding you out of the doors and down the hall.

She held your shaking hand all the while.

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Queen of the King 9/15

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You push the necklace under your cloak under whatever clothing you can find before you make your way to the king.

“It won’t come off-” Tapo says, but you push her aside. “Princess-”

“I cannot stall. I am expected.” You mutter under your breath as you move past courtiers and ladies who seem to chatter gleefully at your expense behind expensive silk fans. You can’t even blame them, after all, you have made several mistakes, the latest letting the Gerudo King approach you again.

It has finally become clear that you can no longer trust yourself near him. Even knowing that it is going to be greatly embarrassing, and very humiliating, and you will likely be assigned to be a castle matron or tutor or whatever they do with untrustworthy aging old princesses, at least you will be in control.

Something you find yourself losing, as you step across wet grass, looking at the mocking face of the Hyrule Nobility.

Once, you had been on top of them all. Now, you would be glad to be the least of them.

People raise a glass as if to toast you, others wave strips of cut beef on sharp knives as if to salute your future.

So head held high, you ignore them all, letting the tall row of blue banners guide your steps. But even as you gaze around, you find that you see little of the red of the Gerudo.

Were they not going to make camp as the Hyrulians did? Or perhaps they preferred to sleep at the castle?

But you are shocked out of this as the King’s messenger announces you, and you shift your attention. Tapo moves to the side with the rest of your attendants as the door opens, giving you an apprehensive look.

It is too quick for such an opening.

He is expecting you.

But there is no turning your back on a king, so you enter, falling into a curtsy as the flap behind you closes.

“Hail, my King.” You say, going as low as you can on the thick rug, lowering your eyes to his knees.

There is a pause.

A long pause.

One long enough that your knees ache, that it becomes clear that this will not be a pleasant meeting.

Only when your knee begins to shake, at least a good thirty minutes later, does the king finally acknowledge you.

“Kneel, my sister’s daughter.” You take a deep breath, knowing this was no blessing, but a punishment. Your legs may be glad, but your back may as sure prepare itself for stripes.

“He intends to take you.” He says. “The Gerudo. He came to me. He said he’ll take you by force if necessary. To war, he says. To the brink of calamity, he promises.”

You go cold.

“You have driven him to madness. Your prophecy has driven us all to our doom. To your fate.”

“Save me.” You beg. “You promised my mother on her death. You promised.”

The king stands, but you don’t rise your face to his, choosing to stare at his feet.

“For how long have I kept you, child?” Your heart skips, hands desperate to curl into the carpet. You keep them straight, serene.

He promised.

“Fifteen years, gracious Uncle-King.” You say. He gives a dry laugh, knowing you are playing to his vanity.

“Do you know for how many of those I have been prompted to marry you off? To even myself?” He says, and a pit of something crawls up your throat. “Do you know how many courtiers think I should have wed you to ensure Hyrule's future with sons?”

You don’t answer.

“Twelve years. You were still a little girl, and they wanted me to wed you. To myself, and old man. And for the sake of a promise I made your mother I would not. But answer me this. Are you a little girl anymore?”

You swallow, and your mouth is drier than any desert ever could be.

“No.” He says. “Again and again I have offered you countless choices. I have no desire to wed again. But you’re very existence, you are causing uncertainty to Zelda’s future reign.”

And in this, you finally find the strength to speak.

You raise your head, furious. “I would never risk Zelda-”

The King leans down, grabbing your throat. He tears at the cloak, ripping the tops of your dress, revealing the necklace, shimmering brightly in the light of his lamps.

“You do not even know what you risk.”

He throws you to the ground.

“You promised.” You cry.

“A promise to a dead king would mean nothing.” He says and you sob. “I cannot keep my promise to your mother any longer. You have given yourself over to darker magic than Hyrule can protect you from. You have compromised us all, and your path is set.”

You tremble, crawling into a ball. Your uncle has never acted this unstable and wild towards you. You are scared.

“U-Uncle-” You say, but he raises a hand.

“After this moment, I cast you off from my protection.” You shake harder as he approaches, kneeling before you. The circlet on your head, he removes.” “This is your last duty as princess regent- Destroy the Gerudo threat however you will. Only then, you may be welcomed back into Hyrule and her wings as a citizen-” Then, Hyrule king rips the symbol of the goddess off your shoulder, severing all your ties to her lands- to him, to Zelda, to her royal family. To all of Hyrule.

“Now be gone. As long as you wear that necklace, you are not of Hyrule.”

He ushers you out the back of his tent, like a pariah. None see you exit, but they shall soon all know.

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The horns ring loud at midday, and the forest goes silent, knowing the hunt has begun.

You peep out of the tent you’ve sequestered yourself in, barely showing your face. You have to hide, can’t bear to be seen, but you do want to see what’s going on.

With fanfare, most of the eager common folk gallop into the woods, and soon their rude yips and catcalls become indistinguishable in the thick foliage. They will prepare the way for those they serve, doing most of the difficult work for the wart-nosed lords who only want to shoot an arrow but still brag of victory over their counterparts.

Because right now was the perfect time for those in power to mingle and network and perform all manner of petty power plays that will fill the castle halls with gossip until the next scandal upset the social hierarchy.

You.

The castle will talk more of the Gerudo if you can manage to make yourself scarce for the rest of this hunt.

If you can manage to escape to the monastery.

Especially as you watch the jovial desert King and several of his lithe guardswoman before the dark of the forest as if they had come from there all along. They were going in early for merriment, ignoring all social conventions.

Was he bored?

After all, no one doubts he is capable of taking down a boar with little help.

You forcefully shut your tent curtains as you see him turn your way, swearing he winked at you before leaving.

Cheeks aflame you grit your teeth, huffing at the audacity. The longer you had sat with this blasted necklace on your chest the weightier it seemed, and the more it made your chest feel strange.

And you had a terrible feeling that if you ventured into the forest today, you would not see your home again.

“My lady- I’ve brought- My lady?”

You hear Tapos’ voice on the other side of the canvas, and there is a tug.” You realize that you have been holding the cloth shut, so hard that your fingers hurt and are now red from the exertion.

So you release the cloth, walking deep into the tent, behind your screen.

Tapo stands there, her hand wrapped around Dinah’s arm. Like she has had to force her here, unwillingly. And by the look on her face, it has been so.

“Princess, this is most-“

“Leave us Tapo.” You say, and she pushes Dinah in, swathing you both in the shadows of your tent. The cut window, rolled up, does little to show your shared emotions, but you can tell she is uneasy.

“Princess-“ She says breathlessly. “Are we not friends?” She begins, but you let out a cry, something between a growl and a cry. You hear her rush over, letting out a sound at the sight of you.

“Prin- what has happened to your ha- your neck?”

“The necklace won’t come off. No matter how hard I tear at it I cannot take it off. Not only that, I know this. Like I know that if I wish it, I could speak in Gerudan right now, and understand it.”

Dinah says nothing.

So you turn up towards her, tears in your eyes.

“Are we not friends? Or am I just an amusement? Some toy for your king?” You say to her, fingers going to your throat as you try to take the necklace off.

“Little Vehvi.” Dinah's eyes crease, and she looks like she may well cry with you. “Please do not. This is no punishment-“

She goes to stop you, but you push her back. She struggles, ignoring all protocol to not touch you, no matter how you struggle. She pins you to the ground to stop you from tearing out your throat.

“I have worked from dawn till dusk to ensure peace between our peace and you mock my efforts? Should we be preparing for war?” You cry, fingers coated in blood. “Why do you magic me? Why this mockery?”

“Princess, please-“ You hear Tapo’s voice say, only for your own to roar, unrecognizable to yourself.

“YOU SHALL STAY. YOU SHALL TELL ME EVERYTHING!” You cry out as Dinah holds you to the ground. And you sob and sob until you have no more tears, not because you are no longer sad but because you have no more water in you.

Instead, you let her hold you, like a mother holding a baby.

There isn't much time until night, and you have much to do.

But you need it, even if you are mad at them.

At her.

At him.

“Vevhi.” She says, her voice, oh so soft.

“You shall not call me in any affectionate terms, you snake.” You whisper, and the vitriol gives you enough energy to wretch yourself from her, giving her a good view of the shining necklace adoring your bruised and swollen throat.

“Yes,” She says, “I suppose I should call you lati now.” Lati. “It means queen.” She added, though you already knew it.

“Your stories.” You say, angrily. “They’re not stories.” You turned to look at her, hurt deep on your face.

“No,” She replies quietly. “They’re not.”

The shadows of the tend seemed to augment her story, dancing in her eyes as she stared deeply into your own.

Your mouth quivers.

“Why.” You say, trying not to whimper. Why me?

She sighs as if trying to convince herself, palms together. As if this is not the way she would have done things.

“Most kings are lucky.” She says, voice resentful, “They merely need to take whatever bride strikes their fancy and do their best to survive in the desert. That’s probably where the tradition of bride-stealing came in, the need for bringing in new blood. It is necessary for our survival.”

You can’t help but grimace. Such barbaric methods.

“Ah, vevhi, you may be the beloved lati of the king, but you are still like my child.” Flustered by her open affection, you shift away, looking to the sky.

Fear gripped your chest as you think of your future captor. The current king, and if to be believed, a man on the precipice of insanity.

He had seemed to feel your gaze and turned to meet your eyes, that hopeful smile on his face. You quickly shake your head, the strange mix of feelings in you becoming even more muddled. Fear, anger, anxiety, embarrassment, hope?

How could one even survive such emotional turmoil?

You turned to Dinah, eyes hooded. The implication was there, as it always had been.

“So I am to be forsaken by mine own people and hunted like cattle.” You say, voice shaking, as you move to stand to your feet. You are uneasy, but gain strength as you go, moving to drink a large decanter of wine.

Dinah stands, bracing herself.

“Only if you decide to face this scared must you run scared. He is not a cruel king. Nor does he chase you out of sport or pleasure. It is duty. You are beloved by him.”

“Duty.” You spit, letting wine spill down your dress. Dinah winces, but you care little about the mess you have become. “Beloved enough to hunt. What choice have I? The deal is struck, and you know it.”

She nods, not denying it.

“Yes. It has been the Gerudo’s objective the moment the King met you.”

You give a dry laugh.

“Get out. I’m done with you. I’m not going to sit here, listening to you pity me anymore. I never want to see your face again. As a matter of fact, I’m determined not to see any Gerudo ever again.”

Dinah’s brow’s furrow, but she bows, turning to leave. But before she exits, she pauses.

“If you can outrun the Gerudo King for two days and nights he is honor bound to let you go free.” She says.

You turn to her, spilling wine over yourself.

“But it won’t be possible.” You furrow your brows.

You swear you can see her give a smile.

“Play to his ego. Those parts on a man, once filled with blood, can’t help but give a feisty woman a sporting chance.”

–X–

Tapo is upset. Her hand's fumble, her lips tremble and her brows furrow as she laces up the awful dress. You grunt as the collar irritates your skis.

“I never thought… you’d be… serious…, m’lady.” She sniffs, patting down the horrible fabric. The brown of the dress is truly awful, but you push down the pain in your hands and throat. “A nunnery, and in your condition. The Gerudo should be ashamed. The King-”

You turn, putting a hand on her shoulder as she swallows down her tears. You’re glad you’re long past yours. The pain has made it easier to push the emotions down.

“Thank you for your hard work.” You say. “Go take a break with your family, and then I’ve arranged the kitchen to take you in once you’re ready to work again.”

She pushes a tear aside, then to your surprise, wraps her arms around you.

“I want to go with you. I’ll be a nun with you.” You chuckle, hugging her back, taking a deep breath of her clean hair.

“I’ll send you a letter, wherever I go.”

You push back, placing a small bag in her hands. She raises her brow, and you wink.

“For the family.”

You didn’t think you'd need jewelry anyhow.

–X–

You couldn’t wish for a better disguise wearing Tapo’s worn old cloak as you slip into the trees, carrying a half-full slops bucket. Wearing a thick woolen hat under the cloak none bat an eye at a servant going to empty a dirty bucket in the forest, especially one so poorly dressed.

And once your pass the treeline, you hide the bucket in the undergrowth. You can see the road still, and decide that it’s your best bet. From Tapo’s instructions, if you follow it east, you can hit the mountains within two days.

You hope the coins in your pockets will last until then. The trade-off is that the cloak does not warm you, and you know that the night will not be kind. You will have to find shelter or better clothes, food, and hide from bandits at some point.

But with no going back you steel yourself.

There is no return until Zelda is queen.

Perhaps, none at all.

You walk until dusk hits, shivering more and more. But the road is too obvious, and there is the occasional traveler who would recognize your distinctive hair.

Even if the forest squelches moistly beneath you, you do not stop, you can’t worry, since all you can do is walk. Because at least if you are walking then it is still your choice, because if he finds you then it will all be no longer your choice.

He will find you and there will be no more choices.

And it’s a thought that keeps you going.

At least, until you hear a branch break, not far behind you.

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