#totk ganondorf x reader

[yandereunsolved]

☾ Yandere TOTK Ganondorf— Wrath ☾

"How disappointing... This world should be shrouded in darkness, not bathed in insufferable light. Wouldn't you agree?"

"No. Even in my weaker state, I am able to defeat you."

"Little god(dess), I dragged you from the heavens. You couldn't stop me then. Why would you be able to stop me now?"

"I protected the golden three from you. It was better me than them."

"Really? Is that what you think? Where does this unwavering loyalty come from? They haven't helped you since you fell to the mortal realm. They didn't help their little hero when I corrupted him with my Gloom."

"I—"

"Am I finally getting somewhere with you? You could always join me. Regardless, I will reshape this world as it was meant to be."

"You lie. I have seen your wicked ways since the days of Demise."

"You can either join me willingly or I can force you. I will crush any opposition. I will rule. That is what a king must do."

"You are no King. I will not join your side."

"What a pity. It seems you will have to learn to love me. I am your king after all. I deserve your utter devotion."

"Never."

"What a feeling you cause to rise in my chest. Enjoy these final moments. You will be mine as soon as you lose this pathetic attempt at defeating me."

[champion-prism]

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.

—

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.

---

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.

[gummys-selfships]

Well they fucking succeeded

[enigma-selfships]

Same bro

[love-toxin]

prrrr......i was thinking of this with Sidon too but.......being carted off to Gerudo with a few other potential partners for the king of the desert to choose from, having been drawn by lot or just voted by your village.......and even though the position is highly sought after and it would be a fabulous opportunity for wealth and power to be his spouse, you're more interested in visiting the city and getting to explore Hyrule outside of your hometown, so you figure you'll just do your due diligence and leave once he chooses someone.....but your plan is quickly foiled when Ganon takes one look at you and becomes so endeared he's on your heels constantly, buying you anything you glance at and offering you trips around the desert to explore his homelands.....and you think he's just being kind, because he puts on such a good front to seem reasonable yet strong-willed.....but then the other candidates start disappearing, they all start departing from the city and aren't being replaced, and you only realize what's happening when you're the only one left.....and the king has you dressed in Gerudo jewels and finery befitting a royal bride 🤭💕

[luminnara]

Ganondorf x Hylian!reader

Just a little blurb I had to get out of my brain. Requests for Ganondorf/other Zelda characters are open!

He couldn’t help but marvel at you.

For as much as he hated hylians, even he must admit that some of them possessed admirable qualities—tenacity, an indomitable ability to survive anything, and a fiery courage that sometimes bordered on foolishness. You were an excellent example of a Hylian in this sense.

Now, as he watched you sitting near the crystal clear waters of the oasis, he could recall how you had glared up at him when he had first met you. Your teeth had been bared, your hands balled into fists at your sides as you had no doubt prepared yourself to fight to the death. But any intentions he had had of killing you quickly dissipated when he saw that bright fire in your eyes, and he could remember laying his sword down at your feet and kneeling before you…though even while kneeling he was far larger than you, a mountain in comparison.

You had been confused. You had considered running, preserving your life and keeping your head attached to your shoulders. You had even thought about wrapping both hands around the sword’s grip and doing your best to haul the massive weapon up into the air to protect yourself with. But when you had seen the way the Gerudo king had lowered himself, you had begun to consider him in a new, less threatening light, and you had taken a step back while the tension in the air shifted to something different.

From that moment on, he wanted only to be near you. And now, after many months of careful, determined courtship, he finally felt that you were his.

When he shifted his weight and leaned towards you, he was pleased to find that you mirrored him. Your shoulder brushed against his chest as you relaxed with a hydromelon slice clutched in your hand, the juice running down your wrist in a way that made him wrinkle his nose. He had always hated the sticky feeling of food on his skin. As you tilted your head up and saw the look of disgust on his face, you simply laughed and offered him the hydromelon, licking the juice off yourself when he took it.

“Oh, mighty king of the Gerudo…” you teased. “So bothered by the smallest things.”

“You are quite small, and you don’t bother me in the least.” He quipped, taking a large bite.

You could feel warmth in your cheeks as you blushed. “That’s good, then. I wouldn’t want to interrupt your day, by any means.”

“On the contrary…” he tossed the melon rind towards the sand seals relaxing nearby and put both hands on your hips, hoisting you into his lap. “You are a most welcome and constant distraction.”

He was so big and so warm, his hands seeming to engulf you as he held you there. How you ended up with the king of the Gerudo remained a mystery to you, but being with Ganondorf felt as natural as breathing, and the thought of being away from his hot skin and deep voice for even a day was troubling to you now. It had been months since you had last seen your homeland of Hyrule, and while at times you missed the lush, green fields, this endless desert had become your home, as had the man who lorded over it.

“You’re thinking of it again,” he remarked almost bitterly.

“Hmm?” You zoned back in to find him studying your face, golden eyes watching you intently.

“Hyrule.”

You laid a palm flat against his chest and looked down at it. “It’s hard not to think of it, at times.”

He was silent for a long moment, and at first, you were afraid you had upset him. But when your eyes drifted back up to his, you saw that they were serious and bright, practically sparkling with what you knew was passion.

“One day, we will both go there.” He said.

“I would like that,” you smiled.

“One day…Hyrule will be yours.”

[imaginethezeldaverse]

I feel like you should type up something facesitting related about Ganon to make that ask reality (as much reality as you can get with fictional characters at least)

I…………………………………………………..oh my god okay yes

(this ask is in reference to this post)

“Sit” his voice commands from under you. The ferocity and domination in his amber eyes hold you in place, however. There’s apprehension pooling in your spine; youv’e worked your courage up to this point: kneeling just above his face but being unable to lower yourself any further your current frozen state. You had expressed a concern about bearing all of your weight on his face. A statement that simply lead to his laughter and in the exact position you were presently at.

Ganondorf’s tone drops a touch, thick fingers sinking into the meat of your thigh with a hint of power, “If I have to make you, rest assured you will lose the ability to walk for the remainder of the day. Sit.”

The whimper in your throat dies as you shift slightly, “A-Are…Are you sure?”

His snickering almost sounds threatening, a mix between devious amusement and an icy taunt. His hands glide up to sit at your hips now, pulling you down just enough so your thighs have no choice but to separate. He hums, the dark purr whirring in his throat as his breath rolls over your inner thighs - ghosting over what he’s finally exposed of you. The grip on your hips tightens,

“You could not hurt me even if you tried.”

Without another word, your body was yanked downward, your knees buckling completely as his mouth slotted over your heat. Doubled over from the rush of pleasure sending shockwaves through you, your hands finding purchase wherever they can roam - which for you seems to be aimless: the sheets, the long crimson locks of his hair, even mindlessly digging your nails into his forehead at one point. Ganondorf pinned you strategically to his face, his long, lithe tongue curling and writhing inside you, drinking from you as though he was a man desperately parched. Each salacious slurp and coiled lick around where you were most sensitive had your vision dotted in fading technicolor, your fingers unfurling and remaking the same fists over and over. Your voice had gone from breathy moans to full of on out-of-breath squealing when he maneuvered your hips to drag back and forth.

“G-Ganondor-ahh!” you whined, electricity zipping through your body at a record pace. His only response was a curt chuckle before lapping at you quicker this time. You were losing control, your body winding and unwinding, before crashing into a full spasm against his lips. With all the strength you could muster, your fingers locked into his fiery tresses, tugging at his scalp. Both of your breaths hitched in unison, though below you, Ganondorf instantly recovered, devouring you still through the tidal waves of your peak. Stuck in your throat was your voice, your hips able to do little other than rock over his still active mouth. Slowly his tongue ceased its ministrations, and you found the breath you’d be holding for the past several minutes. You shivered with ecstasy, chest heaving and lip trembling from the sheer strength of your orgasm. Your hand flattened out, untangling from his locks and bracing to lift yourself off of his face.

Oh but how foolish you were.

The same impassioned amber eyes kept focus on you, like a predator to its prey. His ears remained sharp at their catch of your confused sounds, especially when you can’t move away from him because he’s locked you in place.

It’s then you realize that Ganondorf was keeping true to his words. His previous brutish timbre rolls around in your skull, the reality sinking in when you realize his fingers haven’t moved an inch since he seated you onto his face.

You could only hope he’d be so kind as to carry you later.

[newtabfics]

Could i please get ganondorf overpowering archer y/n in the battle field and she's just completely lost on his cock?

OOOOH MY GOD YeS

Triggers for noncon to dubcon elements.

She gasped and moaned, back arching off the tower wall as her wrists were pinned over her head.

She was the last soldier in the outpost alive it seemed and this was how the Gerudo King opted to celebrate his victory. Y/N would gladly take it over that brutal blade on his hip. Though the massive weapon pounding into her fluttering hole was making her see stars.

Ganondorf smirked as the Hylian, with tears rolling down her face, moaned out in pleasure as he thrust into her. "Such a small vai. Practically--Nnff! Made to be fucked," he grunted as he thrust, keeping a steady pace. "I think I'll be taking you." He pressed deeper into her as he pressed his entire body against her, watching the bulge in her stomach with a mad grin. "I think I'll make you my wife. Not a chance I'll let such a tight cunt escape me after this. Would you like to be my wife?"

If it meant being ravished like this, she gladly accepted this, rolling her hips.

"Good vai," He groaned, his free hand lifting her leg and hooking her ankle over his shoulder. He watched her choke and scream as her orgasm ripped through her. With a smirk, he drove himself deeper. "I'm going to breed my heir into you."

[champion-prism]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ganondorf/Reader, revali and mipha and daruk and urbosa and zelda and link, Ganondorf (Legend of Zelda)/Reader, Link & Zelda (Legend of Zelda), background Link/Zelda Characters: Ganondorf (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Revali (Legend of Zelda), Mipha (Legend of Zelda), Urbosa (Legend of Zelda), Daruk (Legend of Zelda), Calamity Ganon (Legend of Zelda), Demise (Legend of Zelda), King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule Additional Tags: sort of a mashup of other zelda games, botw characters used bc i love them, Good Ganondorf (Legend of Zelda), Sort Of, this is a slo burn btw, slow slow burn, a retelling of the calamity too, get in losers we're redeeming ganon, but not really, he's still a little evil, ganondorf kinda mean to reader tbh, Eventual Smut, Smut, Female Reader, no namaes taken, the sages - Freeform, ganon evil enough to realize, that his evilness gets in the way of his ambition, so he makes himself less evil, for his own sake, slight himbo ganon too, zelink in the background for now 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.

[gummys-selfships]

Posts that make me think of (totk)ganondorf

[rosynanapen26]

GANONDORF X ZONAI READER ❤️

WOAH! I'm done with this one now. A big smutty fanfiction. Again, Ganon is evil, bad, a villain etc. so buckle up people.

This is a Rauru and Sonia daughter reader. I imagined the oc I drew but there are no descriptions beside long hair one time toward the end so you can put yourself, whatever simp you are. 😊

Minors do not interact please.

Warnings: spoilers if you haven't watched the tears memories in the game, size difference, monster fucking (He is basically one when he transforms), chocking, pain, death (not the reader), little mentions of blood, manhandling, dubious consent, non-con, gloom pleasure (not telling what I mean)

Words: 3755

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The breeze was gentle outside as you sat in the garden with your father and mother, King Rauru and Queen Sonia. Two guards were standing straight, eyes looking cautiously the outskirts for any menace despite peace reigning for as long as you could remember. There were the zonai soldiers your parents built as well. You didn't think anything would happen. There was an accident two weeks ago but you hope nothing similar would ensue.

"I'm happy to hear you are getting better with your power." Your mother expressed her joy gently. "It takes me back to when I was your age. It was a surprise."

"Three people with a tear of time. Now that is interesting." Your father scratched his chin in deep thought. You perked up at this statement. He was talking about Zelda.

"I'll have to find her after tea. I wonder what she wanted to talk about with me."

Sonia put a hand on his. "Don't fret over this, dear." She grabbed her cup, sipping silently. The curved of her lips was not invisible to you and your father. "Just enjoy the present for now, you need it before they come for the matters we talked about."

"Who?" You looked at them curiously. You had no clue. "Don't we already have treaties between the people of the regions?"

"Not all, Y/N." That was enough to understand your father's words. He seemed uncertain as well, so why doing this?

"But—" Your eyes gazed at your still full cup of tea. It was a bad approach in your opinion. "Did you asked them?" He shook his head, making your brows furrowed even more.

"He responded to our demands and I accepted. I'll see to it for an agreement this evening."

"I don't think this is a good idea, father." Your voice was but a murmur. "Didn't they send mordugas two weeks ago to attack? If we hadn't being there—" You stopped yourself from finishing your sentence, closing your eyes a moment. The thought of death scared you and there is a high chance that it would've been a sucess for the Gerudos.

"You are thinking too much my dear." Your mother spoke sweetly with tender eyes. "Why don't we take one step at a time? Let enjoy this morning together for now."

"Sonia's right." Your father continued. "We are well protected and if something doesn't feel right, we'll make more preparations, alright Y/N?"

You nodded weakly. Your troat was dry and no tea could quench your thirst.

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You now sat in the throne room, next to your mother. Your father was in the center and Zelda next to him on his right, standing. Since the moment the Gerudos arrived, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. This man was a dark mystery but he was making you uncomfortable. Like a prey despite your mother's power coursing through your veins. You were still thinking your father was playing with fire.

"On behalf of the gerudo, for taking so long to accept your repeated invitations, it is our desire to be accepted into the protective embrace of your kingdom. To serve it faithfully." He kneel after the women who accompagnied him, one hand resting on his knee.

"A welcome appeal, Ganondorf. I will accept your vow of featly to the kingdom of Hyrule."

Your eyes widened toward your parent. Was he serious? "Father—" You whispered, bewildered but he exchanged a look that was enough to silence you and sat farter in your throne with a still rigid back.

"I understand that a single male is born to the Gerudo every one hundred years. Receiving such an appeal from you, a hero to his people and a king by birth," Rauru closed his eyes with a faint smile. "Well, it is truly reassuring."

"It is my honour." Ganondorf spoke slowly. With his head hidden in the darkness, you couldn't see his expression. "When your Zonai ancestors first descended upon these lands long, long ago, they must have seemed to be gods. And now you rule as king and have taken a Hyrulean woman as you wife." Your father sound cautious at Ganondorf words, frowning. "As well as birth a daughter of both race." Your eyes met his amber, almost red ones, petrified under the gaze while a phantom grin dressed his lips. You felt a gentle hand touched yours and looked to your mother. Her eyes were forward but the warm of her touch put your mind at ease a little. "Your Majesty has certainly risen above your admirable lineage. Most impressive."

"It is unfortunate that the noble Zonai no longer grace this world with their presence." The sunset passed through the windows of the castle and the light colored the Gerudo in flaming red. You supressed a gasp at the view as his gaze turned a sharp moment to you before turning to the king. "All except you and your sister, that is."

Rauru joins turned paler as he grasped the cold arms of his seat. He had a calm exterior nonetheless. "Even if something were to happen to me, both my kingdom and the peace it brings will endure for generations to come." An ominous silence followed before your father voice was heard again. "Your actions today are appreciated, Ganondorf. I look forward to your futur endeavors. You may leave."

"You Majesty." The man bowed before getting up in one swift motion, taking his sword with him. You saw the eyes of the devil one last time then he was gone, Gerudo women following behind him.

You heartbeat was fast against your chest as your eyes were fixed on the double doors at the end of the room. You didn't hear what Zelda had said, losing yourself in your own mind for a minute. Your father's words were short. "I am well aware of his evil nature. For that reason, and others, I want him close. It will be easier to keep an eye on him."

"I still think this is not a good decision, father." Rauru's eyes turned to you with slight surprise. "Something bad is going to happen. I sense it and it's unbearable." You clenched the tear that was neatly placed where your heart was. "I doubt Ganondorf is duped enough to stay tranquilly without attacking. He did it once, who said he won't do it a second time?"

Sonia, your mother, was stroking your back slowly, drawing circles to calm you while he got up and advanced toward you. "Y/N, I am touched you worry so much about us and the people here but this is nothing to worry about.  Everything will be alright." He smiled, almost hugging your form. You closed your eyes.

"If anything happens, we will be prepared." Your mother finished, looking at him, then at Zelda. You followed her gaze, watching the girl sending you her own uncertained smile.

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A week went by and Zelda talked to you about her own concerns regarding the Gerudo king. His name was familiar to her, but she couldn't put her finger on it. You both agreed that something was wrong at least. It made you feel less paranoiac that you weren't thinking alone.

Outside of your worries, you practiced more of your power with your mother and were getting better at it. You were able to stop time on bigger objects and for a longer period of time. She was proud of you, and your father was as well. 

A month passed before Zelda had send you a letter to meet her one night with chances to talk deeper in the matters that you were both preoccupied with. When you reached the exterior halls however, that's when you felt that this meeting wasn't normal. She had being quiet for the whole walk, even with the both of you alone. You looked at the scenery from the ruins before you gazed behind your shoulder and turned to her. "We are alone now. What did you want to talk about with me, Zelda?" A distorted smile showed on her lips, taking you aback. "Zelda?"

"It's was so easy. You are such a naive girl." You were too much in shock to be embarrassed at her statement. Her head leaned on the side, almost too much to be comfortable. A sharp object slide from her hand suddenly and you exclaimed in fright when it flew toward you. What you discerned was a knife stopped milimeters from your face.

You hadn't use your power—

"Oh my, I am surprise to hear you say such a thing." Sonia appeared around the corner.

"Mother!"

Her eyes weren't cold but the warmth was gone, slowly advancing toward Zelda, not taking her gaze off the girl. "I was wondering if I was seeing two at the same time, being in one place and another far away in such a short moment is pretty strange, don't you think? You did play your game pretty well." Your mother's power was still on then grabbed the weapon and tossed it on the ground gracefully. "But if you're not her, that means you are a puppet of Ganondorf."

You watched with wide eyes, stunned. "A puppet?" Did that mean that the conversations you had weren't with her? Were any?

The body decomposed as the marionette laughed mischievously. Red and purple formed on it until there wasn't anyone there anymore but a weird sent in the air.

You watched wary for anything abnormal and when you saw nothing, you let your guard down. You sighed, turning around to Sonia, wide eyes at the person standing behind her. You hadn't time to call for her as your mother was stabbed in the back, gasping in pain and surprise. The killer snatched the tear on your parent's necklace and she crumbled to the floor, blood on her white dress. Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes.

"Mother!" You rushed to her, holding her body for dear life. "Please don't be dead. I'm begging you. Don't die, please!" Your powers weren't strong enough to turn back time and you hated yourself for it. But you despised even more the man in front of your kneeling form.

Grin wide, his chest vibrated as he roared maniacally. Ganondorf clutched the tear in a vice grip as it pulsed with power. "Finally it is mine." The tear materialized on his forehead with gold and the ground started shaking under your form. You held your mother tighter as dark mist surrounded the man, the scream of victory the only hint he was still there. You hid your view from it, your head in the crook of your parent's neck as you waited to wake up from this horrible nightmare. It wasn't real. It could've not been.

You were abruptly gripped by your dress, feet dangling off the stone ground, your hands instinctively reaching to get out of his hold.

"You can struggle all you want, princess." A dark voice grunted, sounding amused. "Nobody is here to save you now, not even your developing power of time."

Eyes wide, they were met with a changed man. His title of Demon King was fitting more now than ever with his monstrous appearance. His scleras became black, contrasting with the same eyes colour as before. The hair grew longer but the places where two horns had emerged. His robes were created of the same stuff that came out when he stole the tear, a similar substance that Zelda, whoever it was the real one or not, talked to you about from her own era.

He was demonic.

"Your foolish king took for granted the godlike power you had all in your hands, not using it to its full potential." His eyes slitted and your heartbeat quickened. While you felt overpowered by his stare alone, his grip on you was making things more difficult. You tried to kick him in vain, getting but a disorted chuckle in response. "Your mother is merely the first victim of his arrogance and she won't be the last, believe me."

The sounds of the doors resonated and tears cascaded down your cheeks at the new voice. "Y/N!" Your father was here and by the lighter sounds of feet, Zelda was as well. "Let her go, Ganondorf." He growled, barring his teeth in anger as his third eye opened.

"You tried to control me, Rauru." The changed Gerudo spat, but smirked nonetheless. He was in a better position than all of you. His grip was now on your throat, body turned toward them and they heard a gasp for air while you looked desperately at your father and friend. "You will die knowing that you fail!" He exclaimed darkly, then gazed at you struggling. "As for her, I have other plans in mind."

"You bastard!" You chocked without thinking, grasping for anything while extending your hand toward your parent. You were losing consciousness.

"What foul language for a Zonai princess." He grinned wickedly and looked to the king. "That will need punishment, don't you think, Rauru?"

Pain started to course through your body and you whimpered loudly, regretting your decision. It felt like it was burning, but weak now, it was easier to not do anything instead of fighting against the hold Ganondorf had on your neck.

Zelda was mouth opened. "I recognize it now, it's the gloom!"

Rauru looked horrified and helpless while the Gerudo was smug, an evil smirk reaching his ears. "What are you going to do now, king?" He emphasized on the last term. Darkness was creeping around your body until it reached your chest. It stopped growing but it was more painful than earlier.

"Please, stop! It hurts!" Your cries made your father's heart clenched, seeing you trashed around feebly. He should have listened to you. Maybe then you wouldn't be in the grasp of this awful individu. Maybe then, Sonia would've not died.

Ganondorf threw his newfound magic toward them with his free hand, Rauru immediately protecting himself, Zelda and your mother but you saw it wasn't enough. The shield was not stronger than the attack and dread filled your guts when you heard your friend teleported the three of them away, a guilty look in her eyes.

Your lips quivered, wanting to curl in a ball as the situation kicked in. You were alone now with this monster. The man huffed in annoyance, dropping you without a care, resulting in scratches on your hands and knees. You winced and choked on air, your respiration slowly going back to normal after the gloom disappeared. Watching him in a mix of fear and hatred, he send you a curled smirk in response. "This world as it is now is doomed and you will be the first to see it crumbled."

"You won't get away with this." You spat, tears slowly drying.

"Oh, but I will." Ganondorf seized your wrist, turning you around so you were back to his chest and Hyrule in your peripheral vision, a blood red moon high in the sky. Monsters of all size were attacking, destroying everything and killing everyone while people screams filled the air, making you cry again. You averted your eyes but he wasn't having it. He gripped your chin with his whole hand, his breath on your ear, making you watched. "I am the king now. After all these years of been belittled by your people, seen as nothing but lowly thieves—I am in control." 

You gritted your teeth. "You're just a monster."

His wicked laugh rang in your ears, making you shuddered with closed eyes while your ears and cheeks redened, feeling his face next to yours. "You're hurting me now, princess." He mocked, claws stroking your face with slow movements. They descended in the line of your breasts, then to your stomach, resting in the middle and you tried to trash away like you were just touched by fire. Fortunately the gloom was nowhere on your body but his hand had replaced the burning feeling. You looked at him in terror behind your shoulder when your body was bend on the rock debris. "Now, let's see how powerful this new body is."

"Ganondorf—" Your dress was pulled over your waist, dark clawed hands running over your bottom. "Stop this!" His grin only widened at your small voice.

"Pleading for mercy, princess?" He dryly humped against you, grunting like an animal as your cheeks flushed in embarrassement. His chest was touching you, chuckles making it vibrated against your back. "So pathetic. How I would enjoy this blast Rauru seeing your crumbled form because of me. I will savor breaking you until you are nothing but a slave." He groaned silently with half lidded glowing eyes, bit your ear and then pushed you farther down. Gloom invaded from the cracks of the ruins, flowing up your legs and arms until it stayed, clutching your members for restraining any movement. You whimpered against the substance. It was like stone was holding you captive now despite feeling liquid.

Ganondorf undress his robes, his length standing tall. "No, please—"

"Don't try to hide it for me, princess. Your body is responding very well to my power." He smacked one of your cheeks, the skin getting pink at the action and a pained moan leaving your lips. He stroke his member with slow motions before alligning himself to your entrance.

"Don't—Ganondorf. I'm begging you!" You felt helpless and vulnerable against his strong mass. He slid all the way in, creating another sound from you.

"Zonai are truly differents, but Zonai and Hylian?" Ganondorf straightened his back, looking down at your petite form with evil intent. You tried to push him out but it only brought pain. "I'm going to mold your body for me only. My own pet." The man cackled, sensing you clenched around him. You were suddenly feeling warmer as he continued to drilled down into your hole. "Would you like that? I do relished the idea of the Zonai princess reduced to be a lowly servant." The gloom dissipated from one leg as Ganondorf grabbed it, dangling from each rough thrusts he was inflicting. Your moans got louder, the urge to hide your eyes from him as the position was switched. That is, if it wasn't for the dark substance. Glowing ambers stared at your quivering form in amusement, watching your expression slowly turning lustful. "Finally." He pumped harder, your leg on his naked shoulder, gasping every now and then. Sensing struggle from your arms, the gloom disappeared from there as well. The man was slightly surprised when you put them behind him, or you tried, with how massive he was.

"Father—Help me." You cried for help, your brain still conscient as you hold the man. You felt disgusting for falling for such act from a monster such as Ganondorf. However, your body, although new to this, was accepting the pleasure with excitement. A tear fell down and he swipped it out before crashing his mouth on yours, canines grazing your lips and biting, drawing blood. Both hands were on each side of your head as the devil continued to fuck your entrance, juices flowing down the inside of your hips. His tongue entered after, devoring you until air became a need.

Ganondorf let go, gazing at your flushed and sweaty form. He turned your face to him. "Such a disgraceful expression you have on you, princess." He smiled evilly while leaving and entering swiftly until the Gerudo was all the way again. "Fits more a slut than royalty."

"Ngh—!"

"What do you say to your king, princess?"

You let out a whine, your head thrown back from the force. "N—No."

That wouldn't do. Ganondorf became rougher, a dark and serious expression on his face as he took your two legs to put on his shoulders and his own body mass crushing your smaller one. His shaft was pulsating inside and he groaned in his actions, loving how you clenched him like that so tightly. Gloom cascaded down your breast, applying a burning touch to your sensitive parts and the Gerudo smile returned at your voice. Your lips parted, tongue almost out while your whole body shook at each powerful trust.

"What a view" he gripped your troat again, lighter than earlier, and pressed you to the wall, face on the rock and his member pumping inside without mercy. He watched the sight of your buttcheeks rolling in pleasure, slapping them again. Your body moved like a doll, whinning at being stretched by his size while juice dressed his lenght. Ganondorf looked at it, chest rising in evil laughter. "Are you already at your limit, my dear?"

Your mouth let out silenced noises and he arched an eyebrow. "What was that?" He thrusted rougher all the way after been out. You spasmed. "Speak to your master." Ganondorf growled.

It was difficult to open your eyes while the power of his thrusts were inhuman. Your back arched uncomfortably, feeling close to his chest as your head now rest on his shoulder blade. The man huffed in annoyance, taking your waist instead as you continue to bounce on his shaft. "No matter. You are nothing now but a slave—my servant and you will bowed before me." A smug smirk dressed on his lips. "We are already close to that, aren't we, slut?"

"Ganondorf—Ngh—Yes!"

He had break you. Smiling triumphaly, the Gerudo ran a hand through your long hair, claws thugging in a vice grip. "Yes, let me hear you. Scream who you belong to!"

"I belong to you!" You moaned but he entered slower and harder into your entrance.

His breath tickled your ear while you stared lost at a red Hyrule. The man brought you closer to him in a standing position, his member going deeper. His free hand roamed your body hungrily, the other's fingers inside your mouth while the gloom was helping, pulsing on your chest and neck. Ganondorf grunted suddenly. "Now take it all."

You screamed when his essense flew inside, your stomach getting a little bigger at the amount. "So—much!" Your eyes rolled back before you fell limp. If it wasn't for him holding you, you would have met the ground. More gushed at your feet.

"What a waste." Ganondorf snarled at the liquid, fingers pressing at your entrance to block the rest. "But I use more than once what belongs to me. Say goodbye to your dear father, princess, because I am not done with you."

"Far from it actually." 

[lexiene]

[kiame-sama]

The Hylian Zonai (Yandere!Ganondorf x Fem!Hybrid-Zonai!Reader) pt. 2

Warnings; Yandere, yandere relationship, yandere temper, platonic yandere vs romantic yandere, reader insert, fem pronouned reader, Zonai-Hylian half-breed reader, slight ToTK spoilers, the word 'king' in reference to ganondorf is not capitalized in Rauru's view because he doesn't respect Ganondorf as a king but it is capitalized in Reader's view because she does respect him as a king, neither king nor queen are capitalized in Ganondorf's view because he respects neither Sonia or Rauru as royals but he does respect reader,

"Hylian"

"Zonai"

"Gerudo"

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"King Rauru, please. I need a word with you and Queen Sonia. It's about Princess (Y/n)."

Rauru kept replaying those words over and over in his head as he waited for Zelda and Sonia to his study, the balcony giving a great vantage point to the gardens below where (Y/n) and that visiting king Ganondorf sat talking. His dearest daughter was keen to show the visiting king around her father's palace and kingdom, eager to spend time with the king despite having just returned home.

Though it burned him to admit it, it seemed his daughter was more than eager to be near the Gerudo king and focus her time on him instead of her parents. A dark part of his soul hated it with a deep and burning passion.

He wasted no time in approaching the two women as they arrived, guards outside of the room closing the door for privacy. Sonia looked worried and it set Rauru's heart fluttering with concern, never happy to see his beloved Queen upset. His family meant the world to him and likely held a place higher than his Kingdom in his heart despite how he cared for both.

"I'm sorry for calling you both away suddenly, but this cannot wait."

"Go ahead, Zelda. We are keen to hear what you need to tell us."

"Princess (Y/n)... She was there when Link and I went under the castle. She was wrapped in gloom and stuck in a kind of stasis entrapped in crystal. I know I have already told you both about the Demon King from my time, but her being there and arriving with the Gerudo king now can't be a coincidence. I believe she is in very real danger the more time she spends with him."

The revelation set pure and utter fear through the couple as they considered the possibility of their beloved daughter being pulled in by such a monstrous man. It was already obvious to both Rauru and Sonia that their beloved daughter was quite smitten with king Ganondorf. Zelda had not been false with them yet so they had reason to believe her recounting of their daughter's presence in the same chamber of the mummified demon king.

"And you are certain it was (Y/n)?"

"Yes. She looked as she does now. I don't know what sealed her in such a state, but I know it was her."

"This... Is most troubling. I will have to call upon Mineru to keep (Y/n) away from Ganondorf."

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You smiled happily at the Gerudo King as you taught him about the various Zonai devices around you. Though it took energy cells to properly run the devices, you were happy to teach the visiting King about them and their intended use. The various Zonai automatons were content to bring you what you asked of them and provide you with however many devices you wanted.

It was during this demonstration of these devices that Ganondorf posed a question to you.

"And how do you secure them to one another?"

"Oh, that's easy for me. I inherited several abilities from my father and from my Zonai ancestors. Father calls it Ultrahand, but it is more like a building tool. I can make them attach to one another or even non-device objects and they will stay secure. Not sure how others get by though."

Before the King could ask another question or expand upon what you told him, someone cleared their throat behind you. The large Zonai ears atop your head angled back towards the sound instinctually despite hearing it clearly. When you turned you felt excitement run through you as you saw your aunt Mineru standing behind you, flanked by two automatons.

You couldn't help the growing joy within you as you turned on one heel, rushing into the open arms of your beloved aunt. Her gentle smile was a great comfort to you and you always appreciated visits from your only other Zonai relative. Her smile was warm and affectionate as she reciprocated the hug in kind.

"Hello, little one."

"Hello aunt Mineru, how goes things in the underground?"

"They continue on as expected. I heard you were showing a visiting king around?"

"Yes," a soft and almost nervous laugh escaped you as you led your aunt back to the handsome man, "King Ganondorf is a visiting King from the deserts of the Gerudo. King Ganondorf, I would like to introduce you to my Aunt, Mineru of the Zonai."

The tall King grinned a rather charming smile as he took her hand respectfully in greeting. You took extra note of the fact that- unlike the way he greeted you- he was almost cold and did not kiss the back of her hand. That simple fact made a certain level of giddiness build up in you as you realized the King had certainly shown some interest in you. Something about his devilish smile and quick wit was thrilling, especially when those beautiful golden eyes were locked on you.

"A pleasure to meet you. It seems I've met all the remaining Zonai now. What a marvel it must have been when there were more of you around. From the few I've seen," his gaze flicked to you for just a moment, a coy grin toying at his lips, "you all are rather magnificent. Godlike."

Mineru hummed, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly at the charming King of the sands. You were too busy looking away with a shy smile on your lips to notice the clear distrust your aunt held for the Gerudo King. His grin ever so slightly turned to a taunting sneer when you looked away, but smoothed back into that charming smile as you glanced back.

"You're far too kind, King Ganondorf."

Mineru's voice was clipped and she seemed far less pleased with the visiting King than you were. She could see how much you had fallen for him in the way you smiled at him and seemed so blind to the danger he posed to you. It was as if you were clueless to the genuine threat that was Ganondorf and far too blinded by your own affection for him to realize that he sought the ruin of Hyrule.

Mineru would have to try very hard to keep you from the Gerudo King.

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"Your father does not seem overly pleased with my presence here."

Ganondorf stated with a casual tone, looking across the small garden table at the lovely Zonai-hybrid. Though his intent was originally to woo the trusting little Princess, he found himself more and more interested in keeping the sweet Hylian-Zonai by his side for his own comfort. His Gerudo warriors had also begun picking up on the language, seeming to become protective of the little Princess as well despite her being from another Kingdom.

"Well, Father can get over it. I certainly don't see why he is so unhappy with you, you've been cordial and polite with every interaction. I guess it could be because he's always been a bit protective of me. I understood why when I was younger, but he is still quite overprotective now."

Ganondorf hummed in response to your words, looking down at the small tea-cup that seemed even smaller in his large hands. He had half a mind just to take his little Princess prize and return to the Gerudo without the rest of the Kingdom under his control. However, he was reveling in taunting Rauru and still charming the sweet Princess at the same time. Mocking the king to his face and keeping the soft Princess on his arm all in one fell swoop was quite satisfying to the man's pride.

"Well, of course he is protecting you. I can only imagine the kind of people that follow your every step, hoping for a mere second of your attention. He needs to protect you because of how many others seek to claim you."

You seemed a little surprised by the visiting King's words, tilting your head slightly as your soft Zonai ears slightly angled back in embarrassment. His words made sense to you, but to some degree the idea of your father trying to keep the Gerudo King from you was a displeasing one. Your father wouldn't be able to keep you away from everything and you had a right to seek out companionship if you wanted it. Goodness, you were even expected to seek out someone to wed for the sake of Hyrule.

"But he is being too protective. It is my duty as the Princess of Hyrule to find a suitable spouse and lead Hyrule when my parents step-down. How am I expected to find someone to wed if I am never allowed to even look? It makes no sense that he would be so... So cruel."

"You think he is cruel?"

"In this case, yes. Is it not cruel to forbid a Rito from flying? Or a Zora from swimming?"

"... Do you think I am cruel?"

"No! Goodness, never! You have been kind to me since the moment we met in the sands. You have tolerated my endless questions and curiosity without a single complaint. You are not cruel. Not to me."

The slightest grin tugged at the corner of his lips as you spoke so highly of him, knowing he had quite easily won you over. To some degree he has fooled you as he was no kind and gentle ruler, instead he was considered to be brutal and cruel. Still, it was very sweet to hear how highly you viewed him despite his reputation and Rauru's clear dislike for him.

As you spoke, he reached up to catch one of your hands, bringing it to his lips once more. You fell silent as his large thumb stroked over the skin on your hand, his red beard feeling slightly rough against your fingers. Clearly the simple act was able to stop your racing thoughts as the King smiled warmly at you, those golden eyes burning with passion.

"And... Have you found anyone you consider a suitable spouse yet?"

"I..." You slowly intertwined your fingers with his seeing how large his hands were when compared to your own, "I think I have..."

~~~~~~~~

Rauru glared angrily down at the sheltered little garden table where you and the visiting king sat, his hands gripping tightly to the metal railing and slightly bending the metal when he saw your hands intertwined. Mineru told Rauru how interested you were in the Gerudo king, but he could see for himself that you were absolutely smitten with him. It was a terrible thing to Rauru to know how easily the man had won you over, not wanting to give you up by any means to the violent and cruel king.

Though Rauru knew it would be better for your heart to dismiss the visiting king, he also knew you wouldn't be keen to say goodbye just yet. If he could only make you see how awful the man was for all living things, maybe then you would be willing to keep your distance. The only way he could get you to see it without it seeming like he was trying to defame the man was to get Ganondorf to reveal his true nature himself.

How Rauru planned to get that to happen, he didn't know, but what kind of father would he be if he let his beloved daughter fall into the clutches of a monster like Ganondorf?

Rauru needed to out the man and his monstrous behavior, or it would be his Kingdom and his daughter who suffer most.

[dragonridernoobie]

Hello! I don't know if you're still staring intensely at your inbox bored... but! I can give you something to do for a little while if you'd like . It's my first asking, so I'll try to be simple.

How about a one-shot of Ganondorf x reader, where they both used to know each other well romantically before ganondorf became the god of power. (When he was still the king of gerudo), the reader could've been a simple traveler who traveled through the desert (they could be injured due to battles against monsters on the way there) and found themselves in the gerudo town or something where they met him in the market in disguise cause he try sometime to find peace away from all the responsibilities once in a while and they bond over thing they both like.

Some time passes, and their feelings to each other grow more and more until the reader has to leave because of an emergency at their hometown (idk a family member is sick and they need special treatment that is very hard to get) so they leave while promising to ganondorf to come back once the situation is over. But they never do.

Heartbroken and angry ganondorf becomes the god of power, and after some times the reader goes back only to find out by the new ruler of gerudo that he became the man that brought hyrule to ruins.

Idk maybe something with a little bit of hope at the end? The reader could meet link and help him get to the palace. Like they see the man they fall in love with still inside the corrupted being in front of them. And tries to bring him back?

It's a long ask, and it's totally fine if you don't want to write it or have the time to do it (I know it's a lot energy to write) But if it gave you ideas for a new story or inspired you little than that's all that matter 😉. Anyways! Have a wonderful day or night.

A ask is never too long, I'm sorry if this took so long. I was trying to think of a way to make this a good way of writing it. Since I write in so many ways. So, I decided to make it seem like a story. I hope you like it or love it, I'm fine with either. Thank you for being Paitent!!!! (Also, i changed the story a bit since I've never seen or played BOTW2, and I rather not spoile it for my self.)

The story of the human and the Gerudo King

Long ago, when life was still new and people were still new to the land. Lived 6 different races that rule these lands.

The first hylians came to the land from the goddess Hylia. They created the Hylians as the first race of Hyrule.

And from that race, came all 5 other races.

Rito, hyilans who became one with the sky. Zoras, hyains who became one with the water. Gorons, hyians who became one with the ground. Gerudos, hyians who have split off and became one of their own.

They are a unique species since they only live in the desert. Where they first became is unknown hut they are known for being made of woman and woman only.

But every 100 years, a male is born from a Gerudo, and it becomes the new king of the Gerudo.

The six species are unknown. No one rarely sees them, no one knows about them, but we only know one thing.

They are wise. They have ways to cure the most evil sickness. They know how to survive in places that shouldn't be possible, and they are hard to kill.

Sadly, at one point in time, a king who was ruler of Hyrule found where these humans were and declared war on them. He slaughtered all of them. Their species were lost in time, and no one them about them.

And this is where our legend begins

Before calamity himself became, to be, there used to be a simple king of his lands of the Gerudo. His name was Ganondorf.

His people lived in the desert. They struggled but were happy. Ganondorf traded with people across the land. People always wanted to trade with the Gerudos.

So this is where ganondorf met his love.

He was on his way to a city when the bridge he rode on collapsed. He fell great distance and fell in the river below.

Ganondorf disappeared for weeks and his kingdom feared the worst. Intel Ganondorf arrived and even more unexpectedly that he had a few people with him.

Word spread around in the city that the king was alive and the city was happy.

The humans showed the Gerudos their ways, showed them how to get food in unique ways, showed them how to fight aginst sickness and even showed them how to plant foods in the desert.

While the humans showed them their ways, a human named (Y/N) and ganondorf grown feelings for each other. They were happy, and for years, the humans lived with the Gerudos. Even the human males.

Sadly, (Y/N) had to leave. They had to cross the land to reach another human settlement that are in need of help. They told ganondorf they will return and set corse.

Weeks past and ganondorf waited, and waited, and waited, he waited for days, weeks, and months. After so long, ganondorf became angry and hurt. Angry since (Y/N) has left and that the hyilans have caused trouble.

Hurt because he believes (Y/N) abandoned him. So he decided to declare war on the hyilans and kick out the humans.

This is where calamity came to be. When (Y/N) found out what has happened, they were stuck with grief and hurt.

When link awakened and they met (Y/N), they both agreed to defeat calamity. When link was able to defeat calamity (The first BOTW) (Y/N), talked to him before he was slayed by the light bow.

"I promise to keep fighting for you love. Please do the same...."

Once he was slayed, they fled away. Zelda and Link never saw them again. Though, they wernt gone forever. They where just praying and helping their remaining village survive.

Though (Y/N) hopes to have her love once more.

[imaginethezeldaverse]

Ah…wait. I do have…one last thought for the night.

Imagine with me:

We all know Ganondorf is this hulking mass of a man, correct? Practically radiating with power and sheer dominance in every step he takes, every look he pays you, every flex of those giant arms of his. He never bats an eye at the opportunity to make you writhe and whine under him - claiming every inch of you his territory; a thief of power, a thief of hearts. He’ll look you deep into your eyes and growl words of possession and lust, and your body is the price he asks to be paid, in full.

…But what of when you find yourself atop him, legs spread open over the expanse of his wide torso and thighs. His wicked fingers digging into the fat of your hips, those initial growls and grunts stifling to gasps and whimpers. You control the pace. The tempo is yours to take. You press a hand to his chest, your smile is coy, your voice impish in its tone,

“I’m sure the mighty Ganondorf can last a little longer, can’t he?”

The look of annoyance he gives you is broken by a hiss, the rotation of your hips tearing his bravado to shreds. You moan, loud and wanton, pleased by both his expression and the way he stretches you open - the way you make him stretch you open. Oh yes, so mighty, and so very easy to make a mewling mess of as well. For you see…even behemoths have a weak spot.

And you happen to know it very well.

[frickingnerd]

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”