#THAT YOURE GANONDORF BEFORE YOURE DRAGMIRE

[birb-boyo]

I’m over here thinking that Dragmire was a title for male Gerudo Cheifs

Whole time

It’s Ganondorf’s last name😭

[manias-wordcount]

Wedding Night (Ganondorf)

Kinktober 2023 Day Twenty-One: Size Difference

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 ����𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Your mother said that the night of your wedding might be scary. But she also said that if your husband was kind to you- if he was good to you, you would have nothing to worry about. You didn’t believe those words that she said to you when it was first announced that you were to be married into the Dragmire Family. But now that you’re here with your newly anointed husband right in front of you?

You don’t think the words could have rang any more true for another man.

Right now, you’re on your back. Your wedding attire was carefully discarded by your husband’s large hands all so gently, that you would have thought that the man was handling glass and diamonds and other precious jewels. By the time you were completely bare of everything, the nervousness must have been showing on your face. Because he was so quiet, so soft when he helped you lay down on the bed of consummation. So sweet as he helped you part your legs so, so slowly for him. 

And so kind as he took one finger and pressed it to your lower lips, watching carefully as the most private part of your body welcomes in a stranger so easily.

Oh, how you gasped, and oh, how you moaned at the intrusion. You’re no stranger to your own body. You have touched and toyed and played with yourself before. But his fingers? They were so much larger. They were so much thicker. Somehow they managed to accomplish the same feat that not even three or four of your fingers could accomplish so easily- filling you up so easily. So smoothly. So- so perfectly. It almost set you running- racing out of the bed. But a large, firm hand being placed on your stomach stopped you. It keeps you in your place with just enough weight for the message to get to you loud and clear.

So you stay. You don’t run. You don’t cry. You stay. And maybe, just maybe…

…you open your legs just a teensy bit wider at the sight of the small, encouraging smile the King of Gerudo flashes at you for listening to him so readily.

“I forget just how small you are compared to me.” Ganondorf murmurs before looking back down at your body, eyebrows knitting together as a look of deep concentration spreads across his face. You could only whine in response as you felt the finger move further and further in. A loud, pitiful sound that makes your skin turn warm and your blood running hot beneath your skin. Yet the man in front of you- your husband seems to only relish in the sounds you make. Because they’re all made because of him. Because they’re all for him. Your dear, dear husband. Your dear, dear Ganondorf. “I’ve been at this for so long, and yet, you’re still so tight for me. I wonder why that is, my dear. Hmm?”

He with a lifted brow at a quick glance at your blissful expression, he throws the question in your direction. But you don’t answer. You��can’t answer. It’s far too embarrassing for you to use your voice right now. Or is it that’s impossible to use your voice right now? You’re not quite sure, but this has you feeling all sortings of things that make it hard to think about anything except for what’s doing to you. And just how good he makes you feel.

The way he stands above you at the end of the bed makes him feel even taller- even bigger than before. Your eyelids flutter every now and then as you fight the urge to just lay there with your eyes closed and ride the singular finger buried inside you until you reach that peak you’re both searching for. It’s hard though. It’s hard fighting that feeling. Especially now that he’s listening to all the dumb little noises that pass through your parted lips. And the chuckle he lets out as he leans into you a little bit more- it makes you feel so, so very small in comparison. So, so very small. 

“You're taking my finger very well, little one.” He compliments you, and you can’t help but coo at the words he says to you. “Ah, what a noisy little thing you are.”

He lets out another laugh at your lewd reactions and expressions to all that he’s giving you, and you can’t help but feel a wave of shame try to wash over you once more. But it’s quickly replaced by the tanned finger buried in your insides pulling back out and pumping itself in again at a pace that’s steadily starting to gain speed and intensity. It’s never too fast for you. It’s never too hard either. But it’s starting to curl and move like it knows what it’s doing. It’s starting to press and prod at places that make you gasp and whimper and moan clamp down on the offending appendage. But more than anything? It’s making you feel good. It’s making you feel warm and pleasured and a little bit dizzy. 

But your mother said that if your husband was good to you- if your husband was kind to you- that he would make your world go soft and your mind grow fuzzy before he even enters you. Though she never said that he could make you feel like a cloud floating among the stars with just one finger and the beautiful purr of his gentle voice. She never said that at all.

“You’re so perfect for me. So receptive. So sweet.”

Ganondorf continues on with his praises. Voice warm as it hits you low, low, low in your body where it matters the most. You whine again at it all, unable to hold it in as the feeling of being called perfect while he takes such good care of you and your body. Every single thing he says- every little word he speaks to you- only manages to make you slip further and further into this headspace. It makes it harder and harder to focus on multiple things- anything at once. So much so that you’re starting to forget your own name and can only remember his. So much so that all you can see when you close your eyes is his olive-colored skin and kind, amber eyes as he touches you in places where no one else has touched you before. So much so that you don’t even know that you’re jerking and shifting and moving your hips in a way that is very unlike the blushing bride you’re supposed to be.

“Ah, But I do wonder…”

Or that the big, and heavy thing now pressing up against your inner thigh…

“If I’ll even be able to fit inside my wife’s precious little pussy without splitting her into two.”

…is supposed to be inside of you before the night is done and over with. 

[shadows-writing-lounge]

As a Ganon fan for some time (started with twilight princess he looked so fine man) it surprises me the low quantity of fics for him (same with Bowser) at the same time there isn't a doc where thxs to magic Ganon mom's come back. Like imagine meeting twinrova and them being super excited because FINALLY their son got a s/o who doesn't care if he's victorious or not. Or even they don't care if he's in his human form or not. Please could you write a fanfic where Ganon is embarrassed by his mom's being excited over his s/o? Like it would be so fluffy

Ganondorf and Bowser seem popular but it doesn't seem like it considering you have to traverse the entire internet for mere crumbs. Took so long cause I really struggled with ideas plus writing on your phone kills your fingies.

Content: Third person pov. Gerudo Ganondorf leaning towards Twilight Prince per mention in request, Ganon calls s/o dear and beloved. Mentions of marriage. Pretty short around 500 words.

S/o: s/o is written gender neutral with they/them pronouns. No physical descriptions

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As feared as Ganondorf Dragmire was, it was an immensely amusing sight to see his surrogate mothers baby the giant man. Kotake and Koume were on him the microsecond he stepped into the dwelling.

“My handsome young man,” the twin with red accents holds up her hands to the large man’s face. Similar to a grandparent squeezing their grandchild’s face to ‘see them better’

“Mother Kotake, we have a guest,” Ganondorf says, seemingly unbothered by what’s happening, moving the twins’ attention to his partner. The twins zoned in on them before looking at each other.

"Sister, I think our son has finally grown up," Kotake says, earning a huff from her son. Koume nods enthusiastically.

"Come in, Come in!" Koume guides the two further inside. The building was old, obviously just some place they chose just out of necessity. It looked well loved with rustic-worn furniture filling the space. Mystical objects and potions also filled the shelves. Along with miscellaneous creatures and substances. Ganondorf promptly guided his partner away from them, pressing lightly on their back.

Kotake waves Koume away, getting a pout from the glacial witch as she goes back to what they were doing before their son's arrival. Without prompting Ganondorf settled down, the chair creaked with protest but held up nonetheless. Sitting next to him they didn't have much time to get comfortable before Kotake offers a teacup containing something. Decidedly it wasn't tea. Ganondorf had received his own cup, miniscule in his armored hands. Looks like he's using a child's tea set Feeling his partner's eyes he looked at them with a slight tilt on his head.

"Is something the matter my dear. Are my mothers making you uncomfortable?" Ganondorf's voice carried a slight worry of the thought.

Shaking their head, Ganondorf releases a sigh of relief. Placing the now empty cup down. Kotake lingered nearby not wanting to interrupt the couple.

A few moments of silence filled the room before Koume spoke from across the room.

"So Dear, are you going to introduce your partner to your mothers?" Kotake nodded eagerly at her sister's words.

"Yes, yes, introduce them to their in-laws."

Ganondorf sighed, "We aren't yet engaged." This is why he waited so long to introduce his mothers. Koume took this time to hurry over grabbing his partner's face between her hands before her son could stop her.

"Yet, so you plan on it?" Koume says. They try to remove themselves from her grasp but she has a mean grip for an elderly woman.

"I've thought about it, Mother Koume. We haven't discussed the concept of marriage." Ganondorf relents.

"It's been ages since another monarch sat on the throne. Such a dashing pair you two would be." Kotake says with a pensive tone. The knuckle of her index finger resting on her chin.

"Come Koume we have plans to discuss," Kotake starts walking away before pausing to talk over her shoulder, "as the elder sister I will be handling wedding planning."

Koume had moved to follow a sputter in her walk at Kotake's words.

"Why I never. Lying to our son's partner. I'm the eldest by 5 minutes." Koume resta her hands on her hips and Kotake turns to give her sister a glare. Ganondorf stands holding his hand out for his partner to take.

"They are going to be a while, beloved." he says, guiding them out of the house. The twin witches squabbling louding as they did.

"So, about our marriage," they looked up at Ganondorf who refused to make eye contact.

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Rest assured more Ganondorf content is coming. Headcanons and fics alike.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Ganondorf Coraline AU

It had started so gradual. Being the Desert King's wife was something to begin with, especially not being a Gerudo. In the beginning, you had done your best to avoid him, the man with the sharp amber eyes, but he had decided from the moment he saw you that you alone would be his wife. He had hunted you down on your journey across Hyrule and the lands, courting you, showing off his strength, giving gifts, doing all in his power to make you fall for him. In the end, it worked. You fell in love, you married, and you moved to the Gerudo Desert with him. The Gerudo respected you as the King's bride, and you did your best to learn how to govern and help your newly gotten people.

When did it all change?

When did Ganondorf's eyes go from staring at only you to staring at the lands of Hyrule? When did his voice go from speaking about how good you looked and how much he loved you to how to conquer the neighboring Kingdom and it's allies? When did his side of the bed grow so empty?

You tried to fight against it, of course. You tried to ensure you spent dinners together, went on walks, gave him your love, time, and patience, did everything a wife should.

Seems your love meant nothing in the light of his growing ambitions.

After being cast aside for the umpteenth time by your "busy" husband, you sat in your shared bedroom, looking at the various items of times past. The loneliness was a cold ache inside your chest, and if you sat longer in the empty bedchambers you feel you might do something drastic.

Finally leaving the chambers, you wander the temple that you called home. Servants and guards nod their heads to you, respectful but quiet. Deciding to visit the ancestral library within the temple walls, you walk down into the depths of the temple to the large room, where wall to wall stacks of books awaited. Books from all over the lands as well as many handmade by Gerudo and former royals of the Desert decorated the room, some covered in dust from lack of use.

As you come close to one of the older bookcases, you stumble from a raised stone on the ground, knocking yourself into it. A muffled click was heard as your body slams against the bookcase. You quickly right yourself as the bookcase moves over by a foot or two, revealing a passageway behind it. Your eyes glimmer, a secret to discover sparking some mischief and life into you. Quickly, you go through and follow the steps down a circular motion, before standing before a rather ornate door. The air feels charged here, you taking notice of the magic in the air. Your hand goes against the door, and it opens automatically, as if waiting for you.

Inside the room stands a massive mirror, where ancient words of बटननेत्रेभ्यः सावधानाः भवन्तु was engraved in the darkened wood above it. You step inside the room, the air feeling cold and feeling watched. Your eyes wander over the mirror, breathless and curious, before stumbling back as an image takes form. The details surface, and standing there was a mirror image of your husband, the Great King of the Desert, Ganondorf Dragmire. The only difference was instead of his ever-so-sharp amber eyes, was a pair of buttons, darker than any black you've seen. Though he had no pupils, you could feel that his sight was strictly on you, exactly how your husband used to look at you while he was courting you.

"Ah, my dear," The strange mirror image of your husband's voice rumbles from the mirror, resonating in the quiet chamber. "You've found your way to me at last."

"You... You've been expecting me?" You ask, confused and curious, "Who are you?"

"I've been expecting you all my existance, my wife." The being smiled, that half smirk of a smile that Ganondorf always gave when he spoke with you, "I am the Other King, the King of the Mirror World. To you, however... I am your Other Husband. You may call me Gan, as to not confuse me with... your spouse in the temple above."

[mistresslrigtar]

Synopsis:

Doing a piss poor job of being a pirate, Captain Link Araki pursues treasure to repair his ship The King of Red Lions. He thinks his luck may have changed when he happens upon a shipwreck with a sole survivor, the fallen King Gustaf Harkinian. Gustaf implores Link and his crew to rescue his daughter, Zelda, before she's forced to wed the usurper of the crown, Ganondorf Dragmire.

Link isn’t as interested in a princess, all prim, proper, and boring as he is in obtaining treasure beyond his wildest dreams. However his tune quickly changes when he sees her and decides to woo her. Too bad she thinks he’s a dirty rotten scoundrel.

Excerpt from Chapter Twelve of my current WIP Captain Link Araki and the Harbinger of Destiny

“You okay, Link?” Groose stands at his elbow, brows pulled close. He isn’t happy. Hadn’t been since Link ordered him to alter their course and head here. He thought then and probably still does that Link is only doing it to impress Zelda, and to renege on their agreement that Link lay off women for a while. If only that were the case. Link still clings to the hope that he can unload the sword to the highest bidder, and pass the responsibility off on some poor, unsuspecting schmuck. Surely, if it comes into his possession, he can say what’s to be done with it, right?

Link tries to mask his inner turmoil with a smile. “Never been better. We get that sword, we get rich, right?”

Groose narrows his eyes. “Is that what she told you?” There’s no mistaking the accusing tone of his voice and Link scowls, his conflict momentarily forgotten.

Link glances over his shoulder where Zelda and Gustaf converse behind them. She’s bought the old man’s story. Placing a hand on Groose’s arm, he steers him to the side, waving Niko and Darunia to join them. “No. We spin it in our favor, like always, remember? There’s a sucker born every minute, and you know Seven Star Isle is always teeming with a rube waiting to lay down serious rupees for an invaluable treasure. What’s more priceless than a mythical sword?”

A mischievous smile replaces Groose’s dark look and he slaps Link on the back. “Now you’re talking. We’ll be living like kings in no time.”

“Yeah.” Link swallows thickly as Zelda approaches, a determined look on her face that can only spell trouble for him.

“What are you waiting for?” She sternly asks, looking between the four pirates.

“Divine intervention?” Despite his misgivings, Link can’t help but smirk at her annoyed expression when Groose chuckles beside him.

Crossing her arms, Zelda turns her hard gaze to Link. “We wasted enough time back on the ship, while you and your crew dithered about putting it to a vote if we alter course.”

This story is sinking on AO3 quicker than Link's derelict sloop. 😭 Chapters One - Four are available to read there. It's a light-hearted romp for those of you looking for pure FLUFF. And I do mean that - there's not a bit of angst to be had or smelled within 100 nautical miles of this pirate au.

[freezingwhitefire]

A little something I wrote focusing on Ganondorf. Featuring my headcanon that he is part Sheikah.

"Again! Try it again!"

"This skill is in your blood, it should be simple for you to manage."

Dragmire inwardly cursed his father, whoever the Sheikah was, because he'd already been at this for hours. Knowing he would keep having to try until he succeeded or passed out he lurched to his feet and reached deep into his magic seeking whatever it was that would let him shift his body. For a moment he felt it, soft as a shadow and hazy as mist.

The urge to reach for it was there but that wouldn't work, he knew that by now even if he didn't know what would work. For a long moment he waited hoping that it would drift closer, that it would take form. Then a dazzling surge of something else, lightning or fire, sent it scattering.

A cry of pain startled him before he could try to coax that power back into place. Dragmire blinked slowly, his arms burned and tingled like he'd just called lightning down and held it in place above his skin. Above him he heard twin sighs of disappointment and he wondered what he was missing, it was like he had all but one of the steps.

Closing his eyes he went over everything and all at once he realized it. He had everything but the form he wanted to use. Opening his eyes he looked at the ceiling and wondered how he should look. He could copy Nabooru or one of his teachers but neither felt right. Briefly he thought about appearing as a Hylian or a Sheikah but those also felt wrong for this first time.

At last he could see it, red hair and gold eyes, the slim figure of a tribal mage not a tribal warrior. He got up and without being directed to try again he reached that place of shadow and mist then he gave it the form he wanted. He felt it settle gently over him as though asking if he was sure. Humming he gave it a gentle nudge and then he felt the cool magic wash over him.

His eyes opened and he drank in the changes. His hands were smaller, and would not be able to use his sword. The bracelets he wore were still in place though much looser. He shifted from one foot to the other then grinned, the high heels he wore felt more natural like this and he took a step forwards belatedly noticing the silence from his teachers who were both watching him, their eyes showing their surprise and their pride that he mastered the skill at last.

"Knowing it would be asked he cautiously prodded the magic to see how long it would last and found that unless he used it to transform he could keep his form somewhat permanently.

"Well, you took your time getting it."

"Oh but what a fine form you have now."

"Indeed, they'll never expect it."

The two laughed as they circled him and Dragmire had the sense that they were going to want to find the limits of his new form... which was fine, he wanted to know just what he could do as well.

[monpalace]

ships .. (legend of zelda) link & (original character) s'avahili dragmire.

content .. in her mourning, s'avahili is visited by an old friend.

word count .. 2,455.

warnings .. i wrote this 3 years ago, then rewrote it in january (?) and haven't looked at it since then. beta'd by grammarly (not premium), so. i think i wrote this when i had gasli go by they/she pronouns and not he/him.

notes .. link and s'avahili's love language being food will never not be my favorite thing to write even if neither of them made it. i also wrote about this before thinking about the rest of venom's plot so ig this was my personal proof of concept + this was supposed to be in an act by itself with the first chapter called the beginning but nvm that ig😋✌🏽

S'avahili has long since been accustomed to wiping blood off her hands, both literally and metaphorically.

This time, unfortunately, is literal.

It was always literal when the chosen hero reached the end of his journey.

Her brother bled like a pig when Link plunged his sword into the jewel that adorned his forehead every lifetime; he did so even more when Zelda thought it best to pierce an arrow of light through his heart.

Ganondorf was still bleeding, his pig features making themselves present as Malice caused his skin to char and crack into a coal black, his blood instead seeping into the ground as though it were lava. It even had the viscosity.

When S'avahili drops to her knees beside Ganondorf's head and reaches for the hand he held out, she wonders when she became so accustomed to the feeling of blood on her hands and tragedy in her heart.

They'd never caught any semblance of a break in any of their incarnations either.

Ganondorf's hold tightens when she slides hers against his palm. She tries to return the gesture despite feeling weak and faint. When he turns his head against her knee (despite the discomfort) to better meet her eyes, S'avahili finally feels her eyes start to burn and water.

Though his expression was neutral and anger-drowned eyes were beginning to fill with other emotions, S'avahili still felt the need to speak.

"Remember when I died of heartbreak during the Era of Prosperity?" Incidentally, her voice cracks when she speaks, but she can't bring herself to mind when it does. Her other hand lowers to hold itself against his face. "I'm having a very similar feeling to then."

Ganondorf's grip tightens before immediately becoming lax. His strength was greatly diminishing, the master sword draining him of everything he was as the light arrow kept him weak.

She'd use the Triforce of Power to heal him if it weren't for the look Zelda was giving them from over the line of Gerudo warriors.

Rubbing her finger against the back of his hand, S'avahili sniffles again. "I don't think that'll happen again this time." She meant to add that she was still a child, thirteen, but words fail her. "I just.. feel it."

Ganondorf uses the last of his strength to make his other arm cusp the back of her head, letting it fall like deadweight so her face came in contact with the junction between his chin and neck.

A guttural noise makes its way to the ear that was pressed between her head and his throat. S'avahili was able to hear his low groan of comfort as his life finally left him, the noise and vibration slowly fading off into nothing.

She refuses to move until Gasli moves behind her and spreads his wings in front of his body, waiting for her to move. Itha had followed her husband, kneeling beside S'avahili to place a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Your mothers are home preparing the ceremony," they say in a gentle tone. She places a hand on S'avahili's side when she doesn't twitch at their touch. "If we leave now, we'll arrive in the valley before they finish. Caliban had his soldiers bring a carriage large enough to fit the both of you comfortably."

Finally forcing herself off Ganondorf's corpse, S'avahili takes a deep breath as she stands. "Have them bring it here." Her voice was no longer on the verge of sobbing, but instead filled with rocks and gravel.

She takes a moment to wrap her hands around the hilt of the Master Sword and ignores the pain that shoots its way throughout her body. She refuses to place her foot on his body for leverage, instead gathering strength with their Triforce to yank it out in a single, swift, and clean yank.

S'avahili wipes the blade of his blood before dropping it onto Gasli's wings. "Take that to Link, please."

He doesn't say anything, instead doing as requested as he tucks the sword into the leather band that wrapped around his waist. Gerudo warriors switch places with him, S'avahili maneuvering herself to stand at his head.

Gasli was never good during these moments. Itha had always taken the role of the leader for the coming months after the death of Ganondorf.

There was always consistency when it came to the end of the journey; S'avahili's glad she at least had that in her life.

It always went as followed;

First, the death of Malice and, subsequently, her brother. She'd gone through it hundreds of times before and she'd go through it thousands more times due to Ouroboros they were stuck in.

Second, the dispersal of all Hylians in the near vicinity. Everyone said it was for their own safety given there were only two with a Triforce and even they could barely handle the exertion of raw malice Ganondorf's body released upon his death.

Third, all Gerudo, Twili, Sheikah, Goron, Zora, and Rito returned home to mourn their losses and bury their dead before gathering together in the Sand Temple to perform the ceremony for Ganondorf's death; which was currently underway.

When one of the warriors calls her name to break her from her thoughts, she lets out a blank hum of acknowledgment. To be truthful, she almost jumped when one reached out to touch her shoulder when the blank look doesn't leave her eyes.

("Little sister," she had called. Not "Chieftess," "Chief," or "S'ava.")

(S'avahili feels a painful throb in her heart.)

"The carriage," another says between wary breaths, "it's here."

"Lift him," S'avahili directs, already squatting as she slid her hands beneath his head. She bites her tongue to keep herself from adding on "carefully," knowing they'd be so attentive with his body regardless of if she said it.

Mindful they are when they join S'avahili in lifting him. Precise, calculated movements as they place him in a coach, the interior of it surrounded entirely by plush, pillowy walls.

They were quiet as they removed their hands from him and left the carriage. Quiet enough that she could hear Yusef whispering with Sahir about his plans to join him in Kakariko village after Ganondorf's ceremony.

S'avahili presses the jewel on her forehead to his.

Though the weight of the carriage is heavily favoring its weight to the back, it tries to balance itself out when another body joins Yusef in the front.

"Link," Sahir hums with faux pleasance. S'avahili presses her jem against Ganondorf's with more pressure. "What brings you over here? Is your princess not going to chew your head off?"

Though she can't see him, S'avahili can imagine what he was doing as he spoke in a harsh rasp.

A shake of his head as he looks at his princess from over his shoulder. "She'll be fine," he says before biting his lip and adding an airy, "hopefully. Where are you all heading?"

"The Valley." Yusef had answered Link's question this time around, his voice making it sound curt. His eyes were likely on Zelda, locked in a heated, silent battle of their own. "Then home; for all of us."

"You're going back to Hyrule?"

"Going back?" Sahir had an amused expression on his face. "Are you not returning?"

There's a baited silence from all three parties that are cut by the bells of the horses' rein being pulled.

"Yeah."

"Will you travel to another continent?" Yusef asks as the horses begin pulling the carriage along. His voice was less tense. He'd stopped his staring at Zelda, instead focusing his attention on the extra passenger. "It's been a while since I've heard anything of the Chosen Hero leaving Hyrule."

"Maybe," Link responds in a simple tone. "I don't know."

S'avahili doesn't remember the last time she didn't suck up all her feelings as she left the battlefield.

Either way, she's ashamed to admit she still cries when she's alone, so many times after doing these cycles. It was the one thing she wished her subconscious hadn't tacked onto her internal schedule lifetime and lifetime again.

All she could taste was salt despite a month having passed since Gannondorf's burial. She had thrown up several times, both from refusal to eat and a frigid chill overwhelming all the systems of her body.

S'avahili's throat was sore and she hadn't been able to have a coherent thought in two weeks because of the migraines that had haunted her for the past two weeks.

It'd been a week since Ganondorf's burial and yet she still yearns to hold his hand, warm herself with the fires that burn beneath his skin, and help him cool down after an entire day's worth of training with their mothers— she couldn't care less. Just so long as she was able to feel his comfort before they were reincarnated again.

The world was uncharacteristically dark despite Ganondorf being gone. Din always refused to raise the sun until she was finished mourning her son. It happened every incarnation.

From what S'avahili had heard from Yusef, anyone who traveled relied on doing so in groups of seven or more. Torches weren't adequate enough to light more than a few wings-lengths ahead and monsters were acting as though every night was a blood moon.

(She was too tired to calm the monsters down. She had lost his mask long ago, but she doubted Agnar had anything to do with it.)

S'avahili covers her head with her blankets when she hears a pair of boots from outside the door of her room. There were very few options for who it could be.

No one who had access to the capital of the Gerudo wore boots.

Link's knocks to the wall were weak, full of hesitance. He was a little confident with the first and second, a few seconds cutting between the third and eventual fourth.

Was he trying to annoy her into answering? Knocking some secret code they had made in another lifetime that his subconscious never forgot? Regretting his visit?

Did S'avahili care?

She wishes she didn't.

"Sand Bunny?" Link's voice was soft and reserved, unfitting of the fourteen-year-old farmhand. She's sure his voice would've cracked if he were any louder. Puberty was starting to hit him and, like always, it was essentially a golden Lynel charging straight at him.

S'avahili forces her head to lift from her pile of pillows, face freed from the silk fabric. "What," she croaks painfully, unsure of if it came out as a question or statement.

He doesn't need anything else to enter her room, using his back to push the curtain aside and slide inside. His eyes momentarily catch on the unfinished mural of her ceiling before he turns to reveal the tray of food in his hands.

"Your moms sent me up here." His drawl messes with the way he pronounces each word, making S'avahili squirm to turn on her back so she can better hear and understand him. Link briefly lifts the tray higher to bring her attention to the food plated on it, placing it on the foot of her bed once he was in close enough range. "They said you'd listen to a friend when they tell you to eat."

His voice returns to normal upon making her in the candle-lit room.

Still quiet, but more Link.

"When's the last time you ate?"

"I don't have to eat as often as a Hylian."

At some point, Link had a gentle smile on his face. It was quickly wiped off upon registering her reply. "'n' how often is that?"

".. .. .. Often enough.."

He was well enough acquainted with her tastes to know what order she wanted to eat each plate.

Link starts small with the less filling food, wiping his hand off on his shirt, having long abandoned the matching green tunic and cap. He picks the fruit up with his fingers, cupping a hand beneath it before pressing it to her lips. "Open."

"I'm not hungry."

"Stop bein' stubborn."

S'avahili turns on her side to face away from him and uses her hands to cover her face. "I didn't realize not having an appetite made me stubborn."

"S'avahili." Link puts the plate down and forces her to move onto her back again. He hops onto her bed for extra measure, sitting on her thighs to ensure she wouldn't turn again. "Koume says you haven't eaten in weeks and Kotake won't stop talking about how she has to keep the entire city from freezing over."

("S'avahili.")

(That certainly didn't make her feel any better.)

S'avahili removes her fingers from in front of her eyes, peeking out to look at him. "My mothers talked to you? The Heavens must be running rampant with malice."

"They love me," Link responds, picking the plate up to try again.

S'avahili lets out a guttural noise of displeasure. She lowers her hands but refuses to open her mouth or lips. "I'm not stupid," she groans, instead using her hands to push his away, "it'd do you better to visit Dread. I heard he came up with—"

"I didn't call you stupid," Link interrupts with a furrow in his brow. "'n' I wasn't called all the way down here just to leave because you said no. I always finish something if someone asks."

"This isn't some pre-destined fate given to you. You're just doing a friend a favor."

He rolls his eyes and instead feeds himself the food, shifting off of her to instead lay beside her. "You talk about fate a lot," he says, gaze focusing on the mural once more. Tracing each era with his eyes, he points at no one in particular. "It's very.. characteristic of you at this point."

"As a child, when our mothers are training my brother, I always beg him to tell me a story when he returns home for the night. It's always the story of," S'avahili briefly stops rasping to take hold of his wrist, directing it to an era where his hair was white, "the First War. It's just the origins of each race and what led to the Triforce being created, but I've always been fascinated by it— fate, I mean."

She pauses for a moment to rub at her eyes tiredly. "I guess I get it from him," she adds upon noticing Link staring at her rather than the mural.

"Can you tell it to me?— Our past lives too."

"You want me to tell you a bedtime story?"

"The sun hasn't risen in a month, every story is a bedtime story."

Clearing her throat and folds her arms over her stomach, S'avahili dabs at her eyes a final time. "Then get comfortable," she directs. "It's a long one."

[rotisseries]

rori idk anything about zelda, what is it about?

hiiiiiii aiaia ignore how long ago you sent this ask pleaseeee why did I not answer this sooner who knows not me ANYWAYYYYY the legend of zelda is about a princess (zelda) and her knight (link) who are stuck in this cycle of having to continually defeat the reincarnated spirit of evil (ganondorf dragmire)!!! the lore is really fun and complex and confusing and sometimes contradictory I could go on FOREVER but basically zelda link and ganon are all cursed (it's not acknowledged at all that ganon is also a victim of the curse cause he's just the evil guy there to be evil but he very much is and this is important to me) by demise (evil chaos god I guess) to forever repeat this cycle of his evil rising and then a zelda and link having to be there to defeat it. ganon is specifically being reincarnated, each new zelda is technically from a long royal line tracing back to the first zelda, who was the mortal form of a goddess (this franchise is a little bit Divine Right Of Kings sorry), and link is really ambiguous on whether he's the same reincarnated guy or always just Some Dude who has the required hero's spirit, but to me continually falling into the same historical roles for centuries and centuries is the same as reincarnation. you are every single person who came before. so they're all reincarnated to me. and there's a triforce that is in some games a physical object and in some simply a vague magical power but it's comprised of three pieces, the triforces of power, wisdom, and courage. ganon, zelda, link. the triforces are more relevant in earlier games though which I haven't played so i can't talk as much about that (there's also 3 goddesses in the earlier games who correspond with each triforce) the zelda goddess and demise came around in the recent games so I know more about that. but basically the franchise is about generational curses and also how zelda and link were in love at the start and have been in love for the rest of time and about how girl your sworn knight is gnc af lol I'm normal about all that. I think nintendo should give ganon some more depth that would be neat. oh also just realized you may have the possibly common?? misconception that the entire franchise is all a linear narrative cause I certainly thought that, but it's not. most of the individual games are a self contained story with maybe a sequel or two to a specific game sometimes which is why I haven't REALLY gone into themes cause like. each game has something a bit different going on, knowledge of the other games just heightens each individual one. well actually 3 of the 4 I've played all the way through are pretty interconnected so I could absolutely ramble for a bit on that but you asked me about the franchise as a whole lmao

[desertforged]

📼

He's eight years old, armed with a spear almost too big for him to wield, and he's running. Running hard, running fast, taking turns blindly as he goes deeper into the Labyrinth. His mothers have set a task on him - run the Labyrinth, defeat the monsters they've set among the walls, and get to the center before midday.

If he doesn't get there in time, they will recall him to the entrance with the rune freshly carved into his wrist that morning. They do not worry about the monsters or how he will fare against them. Only that he makes it to the center.

Ganon is only eight. He's never been this far into the Labyrinth before and he is lost, out of breath, side and legs aching. He's defeated a couple of easy Chu Chus, killed one bokoblin, and struggled to defeat a lizalfos. He's not without cuts and bruises, but now he has no idea where he is and, though he can never admit it to his mothers, Ganon is scared.

The sun is getting high in the sky, closer and closer to mid day and he doesn't want to fail. Failure meant weakness and a future King could not be weak. Even if he's only a child with an oversized spear, lost in an ancient maze.

He wants to cry. He can feel the tears welling up and his chest aches.

And then, in the distance, he hears something unexpected. A soft ringing, like bells echoing through the maze. He's confused, but the sound is almost beckoning him. He can't help but follow it deeper into the Labyrinth.

He pauses at each turn, listening for the bells. Sharp ears pick up on the direction the bells ring from and he follows. Each turn, the bells grow louder and closer.

And just before the sun hits the high point, Ganon steps triumphantly into the center chamber.

A woman stands there, bells at her ankles and wrists. She is beautiful, tall and graceful, fire red hair in a flowing high ponytail. She smiles at Ganon and holds her hands out to him. "Well met, my scion," she greets him as he takes her hands. "Your dance is just beginning, young one. Though your feet may stumble and your movement falter, yours will be a stunning performance. I see that for you."

She lifted Ganon up in surprisingly strong arms and kissed his forehead. His skin burns where her lips touch and, later, he will wear a circlet with a crimson stone over the burn her lips leave, a sign of Din's Blessing.

"I will be watching your dance for a long time to come, Ganondorf Ta'ariq Dragmire."

[drazzilder]

Geurdo Gems

Chapter 2: Frist Day 

This morning has gone a lot better for Zelda. Woke up on time, got ready and left her apartment on time. No need for the private ride to work this time, she makes it on time to the office building. Now a new hirer, she goes through all of the boring HR requirements. Papers signed, contracts gone over, and a brand-new badge with her smiling, yet awkward, face on it.

Urbosa welcomes her assistant to her floor with a gentle hug. “How are you this morning? Haven’t encountered and giant red heads, have we?” 

Zelda looks up and smiles nervously. “Much better today Ms. Naboris. And no, I haven’t seen him today. Thank goodness. I don’t know if I could manage that again.” 

A gentle laugh comes out of the CFO “Understood. Now let’s get you started today. Normally someone else would show you what to do, but I like your attitude and with that Ganon situation, I’m not leaving you alone just yet. You never know if he would show his pretty face around here.” She goes around to the back of secretary desk. Showing her everything from the computer system, paper works that needs managed daily, and even the proper way to start a phone call. “And the last thing you need to know is this.” She presses an unmarked button on the phone. “This will ring my cell directly if you need anything. Emergencies, change of plans, or even arguments between employees which has happened on more than one occasion. The last one ended up with someone getting a black eye and a few ruffled feathers.” She laughs. 

“Thank you, Ms. Naboris.” Zelda says while still trying to write down everything she has been taught. 

Urbosa turns Zelda to face her. “Please, call me Urbosa. I don’t like to be called Ms. Naboris. It feels too formal. Now that you got the ropes. I have meetings and other odds and ends to take care of the for the rest of the day. If you need anything, I will be at my computer so just email me your questions. Got it?”  the young lady just nods her head silently. “Good. Now you have a good first day.” Urbosa smiles as she heads into her officer and gently closes the massive doors. 

The office is quiet for a few hours. This gives Zelda time to go over everything she has learned, take time to figure out the computers and check all of her emails from HR. Her tunnel vision is in full effect so she doesn’t notice the elevator doors slide open, or even the large footsteps heading towards her desk. Zelda’s train of though is broken by a booming voice. “Good morning Mrs. Hyrule” 

The young lady is startled from her work and looks up to see Ganondorf standing above her. His towering presence intimidating by itself, let alone when he speaks. The deep baritone practically echoing in the room even at low volume. She can’t help but stare like a deer in headlights at the man before her. This time, she is a little more prepared and can speak. “Good morning Mr. Dragmire. What can I do for you?” She asks with a slightly shaky voice. 

The red head takes off his glasses and pulls a handkerchief from his breast pocket. He speaks again as he polishes his glasses. “Tell Urbosa that the latest jewelry designs will be ready for viewing in Sidon’s office at 3.” Zelda quickly pulls out a pen and paper to quickly jot down what she just heard. She looks up and sees Ganondorf putting his glasses back on. She doesn’t know why but she can’t help herself and ask. “Is there anything else you need?”

The man looks back down at her. Adjusting his cufflinks, Zelda notices the numerous rings on his hands and even a bracelet on his right wrist. “That will be all.” He states blankly as he turns to head for the elevator. Right as the golden doors open up, Urbosa exits her office. She puts a hand on her hip and smirks at the man leaving. 

Heading towards Zelda’s desk. “You could have entered my office instead of frightening the new girl with your presence.”  Her smirk now changed to anger. 

The man turns and presses the button for his floor. “You always tell me I am interrupt too much, so I’m going through the proper channels.” He states with eyes closed. Then a wide grin grows across his angled face. “Plus, this way is more fun.” The smile doesn’t fade as the doors close. 

[manias-wordcount]

Can you do a Ganondorf Dragmire x Reader where they met as kids as the readee family is some sort nomadic family and grew to love each other as they grow up. They end up engaged but the Reader ends up becoming sick and dying before they can even do the wedding Ceremony.

Just Yet (Ganondorf x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The flowers at the altar have already started to wilt. 

  They were foreign to his homeland. Something pretty that had caught your eye on you many travels, years and years ago. And you were so shy to tell me that those were the flowers you wanted. So quiet when you had to tell him just where exactly those flowers were native to. Yet he made it happen. Sure, they were expensive to have someone cart in. But they were worth every single rupee spent when he saw the look on your face as you watched the tall wedding arch of your dreams come to life right before your eyes. 

  But you’re not here to look at the flowers anymore. You’re not here to protect them. So there’s no stopping them. There’s no stopping them from wilting. There’s no stopping them from crumbling. No stopping them from dying. Because there was no one to tend to them. To love them, only as you do. And so, they had yet to serve their designed purpose. And now? 

  They never will. 

  But even as he kneels here and breathes in the scent of a fragile death, he can still recall the spot where the missing flower was. He took it to you only mere days ago. But now, it feels like weeks maybe even months. However long it’s been, he still remembers the smile you gave him as he took the flower he plucked from the archway and tucked it behind your ear as you laid in your bed. You looked so pretty with such a small, frail thing decorating your hair. You looked too pretty. Too beautiful for this world. Too beautiful for him to ever forget. 

  Maybe that’s why you decided to hold the flower in your hand instead as you passed on to a new destination. A new destination that he couldn’t follow you to. Not just yet. 

  Not just yet.

  He takes a deep breath. The air that enters his lungs feels cool. Too cool to belong to the desert. But the air he releases feels even colder. Heavier. Sadder. Lonelier. Perhaps your death has hurt more than just his soul. Perhaps even the valley and all its sands have noticed your laughter no longer travels with them. Perhaps the sun and all its rays have yet to process its own grief at the loss of something brighter than themselves. But perhaps right now, it is the temple that feels your loss most of all.

  The temple feels so much colder when there aren’t people running around, trying out different decorations, and debating which color swatches truly bring out your eyes the most. It feels empty, even though the decorations for the wedding had been hung a long, long time ago. All the arrangements have been made. The menus for the reception were written up. The ingredients for the feast were bought and prepared. The musicians booked and confirmed. The guest ready to come. 

  But then days before, you fell ill. Collapsed in the church, for everyone to see. Including your family. Including him. And suddenly the last fitting of his ceremonial clothes was the furthest thing on his mind. Suddenly it’s taking care of your spiking fevers in between your restless bouts of sleep. Suddenly it’s begging you to eat all that you can so that the healers could try a new method or medicine or herb. Suddenly it’s drying your tears as you try to tear his. Only for his tears to fall harder and faster at the sight of you struggling to cup his cheek with little strength you still have left. Suddenly it’s a lot of things. Things that he never thought he would have to go through. Things that he would never wish upon his enemies.

  Things that he would never let happen if he had all the power in the world.

  He takes another breath in. He releases it, nice and slow. The cold air seeps below his skin. It fills his chest, and it fills his lungs. It keeps him rooted to his knees in front of the altar. It keeps him rooted to his place in this world. It keeps him rooted. It keeps him away from you.

  The day he met you as a young, young boy, he felt as though he met a part of himself. A best friend for life. A companion for all of the time. And even though you and your family would move away to explore a new life from time to time, your family always found your way back to his homeland. And you always found your way back to him. It became apparent that sending letters back and forth won’t heal the hole in each other's hearts that form whenever you’re away. And it became apparent that the only way to fix those holes forever was to give you a reason to stay. So he got down on his knee, and he did what he should have done ever since the day that he met you. And you told him yes to the question you wanted him to ask you ever since the day you met him. You told him yes.

  But the day he lost you? The day you smiled your last smile? The day your hands finally fell his grip? The day the flowers began to wilt? That was the day he lost himself. Not just one part. One just one half. But all of himself. Every single bit worth living for. Every single bit worth dying for. He’ll never forget the day you died. A day after the two of you were to be wed. And the very day the two of you were supposed to enjoy your forever together. Finally. Finally. But now, he’ll never forget this day for a different reason. He’ll never forget it. The day that you died. The day he lost you. The day the desert turned cold. 

   Because it was the same day he realized that not even marriage could have kept the two of you in one place. Now all he can do is think. Now all he can do is remember. Now all he can do is kneel. Now all he does is breathe. But it won’t ever bring you back to him. Nothing will ever bring you back to him. 

  But maybe…maybe it’s time for him to follow after you…

  He eyes one of the flowers in the archway. He reaches for the empty spot where yours used to be. And he grabs the dying bud right next to it. He wonders if the desert would grow just a little bit colder if he passed on. He wondered if the desert would even notice. He wonders. He takes a deep breath in. He let it all out.

  And then…

  He stands. 

  The archway comes just over his head. But when he stands, he stands as if he’s the tallest man in the world. He stands with his fist at his side and with a frown on his face. He stands with cold air in his lungs and a hole where his heart used to be. But he stands nonetheless. 

  And he places the flower in his hair. It sits soft and frail in his hair. But it was not crushed by his fingers as he placed it behind his ear. Therefore, he will not be crushed by this loss. Not just yet.

  Instead, he chooses to turn on his heel. He chooses to let his footsteps echo through the temple. He chooses not to kneel any longer. He chooses that death will not divide the two of you. It is only another distance. You have traveled far. He will help you travel further than you have ever traveled before. 

  Because one day he will not be able to think. Because one day he will not be able to remember. Because one day he will not be able to kneel before your archway and ask for forgiveness. 

  And that will be the day he chooses not to have you find him in his homeland once more. Because that will be the day he chooses to follow you to your rightful place. Because that will be the day he passes from the world. Because that will be the day two of you die your second death. Because that will be the day he’ll finally have you. 

  Forever.

  But not just yet.

  But not just yet.

[hyrulefate]

"The hero I've heard so much about.." Ganondorf smirked. This boy was so small. No more than that. Not even a man and he stood before him. To Defy his true king's rule? How amusing.

Looking down at him he got up from where he sat on his throne. Sword of the six sages. A trophy to his execution." I felt you boy. The day of my Exicution. The shitter in your bones as well as Hers.

He chortled as he shook his head." A welp like you has been quite the sorce of entertainment. But I'm afraid death beckons you to her."

[Ty for the follow back! From Tp Ganondorf;)]

      “ ... ”  the hero dressed in green of the forest and fields faces the king of evil; it's a tale as old as time in its ruthless, unstoppable flow.   &   yes, he recalls that day in vivid detail. the courage shone, nay, burned, on the back of his hand. his dread was akin to jolting awake from nightmares when he was merely ten years old  /  a child still blissfully unaware of his greater destiny.

      “ still arrogant as ever, ganondorf dragmire, ”  the hero speaks in an even tone, seemingly unbothered as his eyes follow the gerudo's movements. he can think of other things he could say. (for one, the frozen zora's domain... really? how original.)   &   yet, the hylian doesn't reach for the hilt of his sword.

      “ over a century has passed... ”  he tilts his head and closes his eyes.   &   as he opens them again, his right eye is a glaringly empty socket. one might even mistake it for a mirage, a hallucination; for a second, a tall hylian donning the royal knight's uniform stands in the hero's place.

      but now, it's back to the youth with bright blue eyes.

      “ so, what makes you think i'm not already gone from the mortal realm? another will arrive. soon. ”

[karama9]

Tears of the Kingdom Countdown, 12 Days Remain

Ficlet #4: Becoming Yourself

Set between Ocarina of Time and Wind Waker. The Flood is coming, and it's time for the new Sage of the Forest to awaken.

Ficlet 4: Becoming Yourself 

It was the middle of the night, yet the Great Deku Tree was awake. With the war raging outside the forest, looming ever closer, peaceful sleep seemed to be a thing of the past. There hadn’t been such darkness in Hyrule since he had been but a Sprout, and back then, Link had saved them all. There was no Link anymore. His child was lost to him forever, and perhaps more importantly for the rest of the Kingdom, there was no one to save Hyrule. 

He therefore heard the hurried footsteps and the panting, along with a fairy’s voice urging its kokiri partner to calm down and go back to bed. 

He recognized the voice: Pip. Fado’s fairy.  

The Forest Spirit known as the Great Deku Tree rustled. Perhaps there was hope after all. 

*** 

Fado stopped in front of the Great Deku Tree, bent in two, gulping air into a burning chest. Pip flittered about, tutting. Fado’s pigtails were limp, wet with sweat. 

“Hello, Fado.” 

Fado looked up. “He… hello gr… Great De… Deku Tree.” 

“Fado won’t go back to bed!” Pip complained. 

Fado swallowed. “I had a dream.” Another gulp of air. “The Woods were burning!” 

The Great Deku Tree hummed. “The smell of smoke has been getting stronger, hasn’t it?” 

“And… and then there was water,” Fado said.  

Fado’s arms wrapped around the Kokiri’s torso in a hug. “Lots and lots of water. We… everyone drowned.” 

Fado suddenly broke down in sobs. “I don’t want everyone to drown!”  

Pip bumped affectionately against her charge’s face. “It was just a dream, Fado!” the fairy said gently.  

“I’m afraid not,” the Great Deku Tree said. 

Both Kokiri and fairy gasped, staring at him. 

“This was no ordinary dream,” the Great Deku Tree continued. “I would know… I’ve had the same one the last time I slept.” 

Fado’s eyes were wide. “But… the woods! They can’t… they can’t burn! And everyone…! Great Deku Tree, NO!” 

The kokiri’s voice had risen on every word until the last no was a screech. It was followed by renewed sobs, this time frantic and angry. 

“Go get your brothers and sisters,” the Tree said. “Pip, help. It’s time I tell all of you what happens next.” 

*** 

It wasn’t long before the Great Deku Tree’s clearing was filled with all his children, the Kokiri and their guardian fairies.  

“My dear children,” the Great Deku Tree said. “It is time to prepare for a change. Fado and I have both been visited by the same vision.” 

There was a mutter of “Fado the weirdo” from somewhere in the back. Fado turned towards it, scowling, then huffed and turned back towards the Great Deku Tree, nose uplifted in obvious disdain of the speaker, whoever it was. 

The Great Deku Tree let it pass.  

“You’ve probably all noticed the smoke just outside our woods,” he continued. “There is war in Hyrule. Ganondorf is back, and intent on destroying everything to rule over the ruins of the Kingdom.” 

The announcement was greeted by head tilts and confused faces. The Kokiris had no memory of previous war against Ganondorf Dragmire. Most of them had been alive at the time, but one of the corollaries of Kokiris never growing up was that they could not accumulate wisdom. Their long term memory was therefore very limited. As broken hearted as he had been to lose Saria, Mido had completely forgotten her a mere decade later, and none of the other remembered that time any better. That had been very long ago, it may as well have happened on another planet as far as the Kokiri were concerned. 

“Suffice it to say that he is an Evil King, someone to be feared. We saw fire engulfing the woods… this part is unfortunately easy to interpret. The fires of war will reach us and the Lost Woods. We are in danger.” 

There were gasps, and whimpers. The Great Deku Tree forced himself to ignore them and continue. He could not save them if he was too busy comforting them. Let them be afraid – they had every right to be. 

“In our vision, the fire is followed by water… water enough to drown the entire world. I’ve thought long and hard about this, and I have concluded that divine intervention is at play here. There will be no other way to stop Ganondorf, and therefore the Gods will flood Hyrule along with him.” 

Pandemonium followed. 

*** 

It was some time before everyone was calmed enough for the Great Deku Tree to explain what happened next. And once he had, once he had told everyone that their home and himself would rise above the waves, and that he would change them to ensure they could survive in a World covered in water with very little forest to sustain them, Fado raised a hand. 

“Great Deku Tree?” 

“Yes, Fado?” 

“What about the Lost Woods? You said you were going to save our homes, and right here, but what about all the Lost woods?” 

“I cannot save them,” the Great Deku Tree admitted. “The Lost Woods will be lost. Nothing we can do can change that.” 

Fado’s fists clenched. “That’s not RIGHT.” 

“No,” the Tree agreed. “It’s not.” 

“We don’t remember stuff,” Fado added. “Not for long. We never do. None of us can remember anything from more than several summers ago. And when we don’t remember them anymore, nobody will!” 

The Great Deku Tree admitted that this was indeed the case. 

“NO,” Fado said. “NO! That’s not RIGHT! What about their magic? Wait. Don’t you need their magic?” 

The Great Deku Tree sighed. Thankfully, the kokiri were not in the habit of paying attention to Fado and were chatting amongst themselves.  

“I do,” the Tree admitted in a soft voice. “That is the other reason for changing you into Koroks… I will live long enough to ensure you can survive without me, but without the Lost Woods, I will eventually fade away. It won’t be for a long time, but it will happen.” 

“No,” Fado said. “NO, NO, NO! That’s… that is NOT RIGHT!” 

The Great Deku Tree wasn’t sure what to answer, how to comfort his child, until the medallion appeared in front of Fado. Fado was shocked still by it, and the glow attracted the attention of the others. 

The medallion glowed brighter and brighter until it shot right at Fado and vanished, seemingly merging with the new Sage. 

Fado’s eyes were wide, but the Kokiri’s anger and despair were gone.  

“Fado?” Pip asked. “Are… are you okay?” 

Fado nodded slowly then turned back to the Great Deku Tree. “I can save the magic, and the memory.” 

The Great Deku Tree sighed. “Yes, but…” 

“I need to stay behind.” 

“Yes.” 

Fado nodded firmly. “I need to prepare.” 

And then simply vanished, presumably reappearing inside the Forest Temple. 

The Great Deku Tree closed his eyes and allowed himself a moment to grieve. Another child lost to him, given to the Greater Good of Hyrule. 

*** 

Fado reappeared the following night. The kokiris were asleep, still kokiris for one last night. The smell of smoke was getting overpowering, and the orange glow of flames could be seen wherever the trees thinned. The end of the World was coming in the form of flames that would eventually be drowned in water along with Hyrule itself. 

The Great Deku Tree’s eyes widened. “You’ve changed your appearance.” 

Fado’s pigtails and dress were gone. In their place, the new Sage of the Forest had a new short haircut and a short tunic paired with pants. 

He nodded. “You heard them last night calling me Fado the weirdo, right?” 

“Yes.” 

“That’s because I don’t play much. I’m always in the Woods or doing something or other by myself, and I say weird stuff. I didn’t want to be even weirder by telling them I wasn’t a girl. I’m not even sure why I care. But… now…” 

The Great Deku Tree said nothing. The smell of smoke was growing rapidly. 

“The edge of the Woods are burning,” Fado announced. “The wind is turning foul.” 

“Then it’s time,” The Great Deku Tree said with a sigh. “Are you ready?” 

Fado nodded.  

“I have a present for you,” the tree said. “You played it for a while, although I imagine you’ve forgotten. Maybe you’ll want to learn again.” 

A branch moved, and a violin appeared. Fado grinned and picked it up. “I would. I will. Thank you!”  

“Fado… you do realize what will happen for you, don’t you?” 

Fado grew somber again and nodded. “It’ll be just Pip and me,” he said. “Forever, basically. But I get to remember the Woods. I get to remember everyone. I do remember my violin, you know. I remember Ganondorf, too. Everything’s been coming back to me. I remember Saria. I remember Link. And I’ll remember the Lost Woods, and I’ll keep their magic going. Pip and I will be fine.” He smiled, and started playing his violin. The tunes came back to his mind easily, and he played his favourite: a happy song that spoke of the forest and the wind and how they were one. 

“My dear Fado…” the Great Deku Tree said. “I am so very proud of you. My children do not grow up because I made them that way, but you did it in the best possible way. You’ve become yourself, Fado, and your self is nothing short of a miracle. Until we meet again, take care my son. Breathe… it’s time to go.” 

Fado took a deep breath and nodded. Behind the smell of smoke was a smell of water and salt. The flood that would bury Hyrule to deny it to Ganondorf was upon them. He put a hand against the Great Deku Tree. 

“Goodbye, Father. Take care of you, of them.” 

And with that, he vanished. 

The Great Deku Tree closed his eyes and started working his magic, guiding roots to push the Kokiri forest and himself up, up above the coming waves, up to a new World, and at the same time, joining each two halves of his remaining children, fairies and Kokiris together into Koroks, new beings that would be able to hide from any danger and to fly to distant shores. 

And in his Temple, sealed against the outside world, Fado set to work as well, saving the magic of the Lost Woods and their memory to be an everlasting whisper in the wind. 

[jellyfishvibes]

After not thinking about it for a day it totally brained me in the head like a boomerang, The king probably wasn't a balanced heart

Ok so, miles of rambling before i swing back around to the point, the only wishes we know have been made are:

Link wished to uh fucking kill demise in skyward sword, ghirahim immediately hits him with the uno reverse after

The King in windwaker wishes to wash away the old hyrule and give hope to the kids

It is unclear if Ganon did make a wish here? Like he has the full triforce, and then he becomes the beast ganon, it was canon in that lttp manual idk if it still is anymore cause the wording in current stuff makes it super unclear? he probably did make that wish here, dunno how his beast ganon form in oot is different to the beast form he gets after making a wish tho

At the end of lttp Link gets the triforce and hits the status quo button, gets his whole uncle back and everything good for him

At the end of lbw Link and Zelda wish to restore Lorules triforce

This is also unclear because its refering to Hildas ancestors destroying Lorules triforce which like, i assume they had to wish to do that but the wording is vague

This is in the prologue to Zelda 2, the king like wishes for prosperity or whatever

Also kinda vague, at the end of zelda 2 it says Link uses the power of the full triforce to wake zelda the second up but dunno if the triforce just does it or if he explictly wishes for it

I love the encycolpedia entirely cause it adds timelines to show where so many things are when so here's the timeline of the triforce, i just think its neat

And from what we know about the triforce there are only 2 ways to make a wish, to smack your hand on it with a balanced heart and you just get it, or you smack your hand on it with an unbalanced heart and its splits off and you get the one you embody most, if you then collect the pieces again you can make a wish

So back to the point, in King windwakers case he totally didnt have a balanced heart he was piggy backing off ganons work, the triforce split and had been collected meaning i guess the next person to touch it get a wish scott free, (like i feel like there should be a clause in there to make it so only the guy who first touched it and got the pieces back can make a wish but then that can be cheesed by just smacking it before he can and making it split again to dely/yoink his wish, idk this doesnt seem very well thought out by the goddesses in universe)

Also sub thought, oracles wtf? it become bird?

Like i mean yeah i guess, it is all powerful it is in its skill set to be able to do that But why tho (i need to draw fanart of the triforce as birds now)

And second bonus

Skyward Sword Link was balanced

King lionface wasnt

Ganondorf wasnt

Lttp Link was

Lbw Link and Zelda? were? i guess? dunno bout the dynamic of 2 people making the same wish and they triforce did just reform after being split so i'm leaning more towards clause 2

Hildas Ancestors are too unclear, probably? seeing as it didnt split? maybe it did and someone used one piece to destroy the others we just dont know

King zelda2 prolouge also unclear, like he did make a wish but also notable the triforce is split after and he makes like a whole puzzle about hiding the pieces that like, fucks up his two kids so uhh dunno

Zelda 1+2 Link was

I'm responding all out of order sorry lmao got too many thoughts on the brain, the dark mirror and twilight mirror totally have some connection i just wanna add in here the magic mirror from lttp that tps you between the dark and light realm, lotta ominous mirror symbolism

*slaps flowery atmosphere text* i could connect this to the twilight realm

Mandrag Ganon is a fucking hilarious name and it should have become as vaguely canon as Ganondorf Dragmire is, oh my God, plus enchanted thieves? looping that in with his surrogate mothers being kotake and koume, two very old witches and him being a sorcerer in gerudo form mayhaps he had an enclave of powerful magic wielders as his like cult within the gerudo, all the other gerudo generally arent magic wielders, (inserts gerudo hcs here, maybe Ganon being the rencarnation thats pick out able from the other gerudo and fated to be their leader not because he man but because hes born with magic, most gerudo leaders we have seen that are born into that role have some magical ability of some kind, maybe the one man born every 100 years isnt a gerudo myth but a hylian one and how gerudo veiw gender is very different, i already hc a large portion of the gerudo population is made up of trans women, idk i should make a word vomit post about all my zelda race gender thoughts)

Lemmie retro fit this to oot real quick *cracks knuckles* Technically it was opened by accident, oot link opened the door to get the sword and didnt know pulling it would open the sacred realm for ganon, before you go get it you get that cutscene of zelda fleeing and throwing the ocarina into the river for you, its implied by this and that knight dying in the alleyway that this do be ganons doing and man stormed the castle, possibly killing the king dunno we never see him, he could have done it with said gang of thieves skilled in the black arts, if this is a 'in canon' written story no wonder the person didnt know that ganon and the gang (gan and the fellas, dorf and the dudes) weren't the ones to actually open the door before storming in but a random kid did blah blah blah smacks triforce, *server wide end portal opening noise here* 7 years of fucking up the kingdom, link gets bodied and down fall timeline in here

I do find the oots whole map is just the south forest in tp actually hysterical, its so funny, best theory ever, i love it so much and as much as i don't think it is canon its my favorite i love that guy, i think about it so much haha, I do think its kinda canon that the Zonai build the great plateau? dont quote me on it but i think there was like a comparison from a zelda memory with the walls of it and the walls were zonai style and probably rebuilt by the hylians like they rebuilt the temple of time (botw ruins site) ontop of the temple of time (zonai in the sky one) i do like plateau and lost woods swap theory tho so maybe the zonai did that who knows, if you want some fun zelda map vids to watch here are my faves plus a bonus triforce hero's theory

What the fuck

Hello?!?!?

Temple of light ruins?!?!?!?!!?

[monpalace]

ships .. (legend of zelda) ganondorf dragmire & (original character) s'avahili dragmire.

content .. it's both routine and ritual him to read the same story to her.

word count .. 534.

warnings .. not applicable.

notes .. official start 🧎🏽🏌🏽‍♂️

masterlist .. next

S'avahili always preferred Ganondorf's bed over her own for many reasons; the most important being that it (and he) dwarfed her in every lifetime, exuding safety everytime they were in a place of comfort.

He was the most fun when he was a teenager. Whether she still be a soul yet to be reborn, toddler, or child, he always found time to entertain her.

S'avahili already had the well loved (worn) book that had been in their possession since their first reincarnation, hiding under the blanket with a ball of fire haphazardly floating over the cover as she traced her fingers on the cover she vaguely remembers slaving over.

Neither of them needed it to read the words off the pages of the novel, centuries worth of routine having ingrained themselves in their heads.

The pictures were nice to look at, though. She recalls working with him whenever they had the time, filling the pages with each illustration as they bonded.

Ganondorf wouldn't be long now; his training with their mothers should be over soon if not now.

Soon wasn't fast enough. S'avahili was antsy to start their nightly routine now.

As if Ganondorf had heard her thoughts, the curtains to his room slid open. His shoulders were tensed, face wincing up with every step he took and movement his muscles made.

The excitement that coursed through S'avahili's body was to plentiful for her to try and scare him. Instead, she throws the blanket from over her head and loses her focus on the fireball, the embers of what was left gliding downwards, dissipating into frigid ice shards upon making contact with his pillows.

Ganondorf isn't able to recognize her in the dark of his room, only able to make out a few strands of her hair due to how it contrasted with his bed sheets. His boar-like ears pin themselves against the sides of his head, lips rearing back to reveal his budding tusks.

The grimace that had worked itself onto his face fell upon catching a whiff of her scent. "Little sister," he rasps, voice gone from hours of abusing it. "I was going to come get you."

"Sleep." S'avahili places the book on his pillow before pulling the blanket up to her chin. A cold chill had wracked through her body, one that quickly went away when Ganondorf used his long strides to reach the bed, placing his scorching hand on her forehead. "You— sleep."

"I do," he says, finding himself collapsing on the bed just beside her. He wraps an arm around her body when the dip he makes causes her to (involuntarily) roll into his side. He curls around her, the chill she let off easing his screaming muscles. "I wouldn't miss your story time for the Gods, though."

"Our."

"Our," Ganondorf corrects, taking the book into his hands and letting S'avahili turn so she can see it. "Are you ready?"

S'avahili nods as she moves her arms to wrap around his bicep, pressing her cheek against it to use as her pillow. A noise of excitement leaves her throat, pulling the blanket down so she can better see the illustrations.

Clearing his throat and opening the cover, Ganondorf allows the words to come to him naturally.

[shadows-writing-lounge]

Kinktober 2021

5.Size Difference

Character-Ganondorf Dragmire-Legend of Zelda

Reader described to be smaller than Ganondorf but this man is like 7 foot(213.36 cm) so I hope that doesn’t bother anyone. Mating press, reader gets dicked down, Ganondorf described as large but exact size isn’t said. 

You’d never seen someone as big as him before. The king of Gerudos or Theives didn't matter; it didn't change the presence his frame presented. Looking up at him always made you feel small. His muscle underneath the cloth and armor bulking up to his broad frame. Strong firm arms and hands to hold you in place. Often he is soft knowing you’re not as tough as a fellow Gerudo but tonight something has gotten into him. 

Quickly disrobing you, hand plunging to the valley between your legs moving to prep your entrance. Holding off the floor with one arm, his hand moving thick fingers stretching your insides. 

He wasn’t one to talk during intimate times. Never was probably never will. He saves any words for after you two settle down. 

His fingers increase, one to two to three before removing themselves. Armor thudded as they were removed from his body. Clanking, and metallic clangs as they knock against each other, Ganondorf is careless if they are damaged. He’s a man with a mission and he’s known for his persistence when he sets his mind to something. 

Undressed to the skin himself, Ganondorf moves to his bed pressing you down onto it making his way over you, your head coming up to his chest. His hands move to your thighs, his big hands pressing into the flesh as he manipulates your legs to press against you as much as he can. Pausing at something he thought was a sound of discomfort. His hands slide up to grab your ankles making sure to keep your legs in place as he presses against you. 

Ganondorf is large in general so it only makes sense his equipment would be the same, large in length and girth. You feel stretched and full as he presses in. Always like this and always pleasant. The gerudo is always warm inside and pressed against you. His heft on you is comforting as well as the delicate way he treats you, usually. 

He looks down on you as he pulls out, done letting you adjust. 

At the brink of pulling out he slams back in. The gasp you let out made him pause before he deciphered that it was not one of pain. Continuing his strokes, his hips slapping against you. 

The bed creaks from Ganondorf's forceful thrusts. Heavy balls grazing against your ass with each push and pull. He’s deep inside places you didn’t know or thought you’d feel. He increases intensity approaching his end. Abruptly he stops pulling out before a warmth starts pooling on your stomach.

Ganondorf pulls you against his arms under your bottom and your legs around him the best they can be.

“I’ll draw a bath,” he muttered in his deep baritone. “Sounds nice,” you whisper pressing your face into the nape of his neck.