Hey, this is a side blog for mint-and-matcha! This is where I will be posting any fanfics or original writings that I want to share with the tumblr side of the internet. This blog will probably fill up with stories about Zelda games, but I do write other things, too.
Just a fun little fic about an underappreciated pairing. Ganondorf/Impa is a legitimate pairing and I honestly don’t know why there isn’t more of it out there
actually yes I do the answer is ganzel WHICH I AM ALSO TRASH FOR
Read under the cut!
The common room in the guard tower was in chaos. More so than usual. It seemed that every off-duty guard and soldier was in the small space, laughing and cheering at the sight before them. Ganondorf, the foreigner warlord, had come into the tower and issued a challenge for anyone to partake in. He promised to pay for any man’s drinks at the tavern all night if they could best him at arm wrestling.
Impa watched as man after man stepped up and took a seat across from the desert king. And time after time each one didn’t last more than a breath before their arm was slapped onto the table. Impa couldn’t help but roll her eyes and another challenger approached the table. Clearly Ganondorf would overpower any of these soldiers. Yet the cheers and shouts coming from the onlookers encouraged them all to try once, twice, as many times as they could until their arms were bruised.
All of the attention was going straight to Ganondorf’s head. His expression and posture was getting more and more inflated with pride as the night wore on. Impa knew she should stay out of things, but it was getting to be too much. Something had to be done about the Gerudo before this became a nightly endeavor for him.
Impa pushed her way through the crowd, earning a few grunts and curses along the way. When the soldiers surrounding the table noticed it was their captain, they moved aside for her to sit down next. She took her place across from Ganondorf and narrowed her eyes at him in a glare.
He smirked at her arrival. “So. What does the infamous captain of the Hylian guard want with me this fine evening?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Impa sneered. “I’m here to put an end to your “reign of terror.”
Ganondorf threw his head back and laughed. “You think you can take me? Not a single soldier here has been able to do it thus far. What makes you think you’ll succeed instead?”
“I wasn’t promoted to captain for nothing. Anyone here can tell you I’m the best warrior in Hyrule.” The men surrounding the table murmured their agreement at her comment. Ganondorf, however, looked just as amused and cocky as he did before.
“I’m still twice your size.” His smirk made Impa’s eye twitch. She had to best him. Even if he was right, and the odds were against her. There was no way she’d lose to him.
“I won’t lose.” Impa narrowed her eyes at him.
Ganondorf grinned. “Then I think this is going to be rather amusing.”
Impa refused to give him the benefit of a response. Ganondorf shifted, better placing himself in his seat. The guards around them shuffled closer, anticipating the match that was about to unfold.
“I promise to go easy on you. How about that?” Ganondorf grinned again.
“I don’t need to be insulted,” Impa spat. “Give me everything you’ve got.
Ganondorf laughed once more, the sound filling the small room. “As you wish.” He placed his elbow on the table, offering his hand to Impa to take. She gripped it tight, settling her arm into place as well. Ganondorf raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. “One,”
“Two,”
“THREE!”
The entire room yelled for the start of the match. Time hung still for just a moment as the two warriors prepared for the most anticipated and intense battle of the night.
*thud*
It was over in an instant. Two arms crashed to one side of the table. Ganondorf’s arm lay flat against the table, with Impa’s holding it there in triumphant victory. But more stunning to everyone watching was how she had overcome the desert king.
In the instant that the match started, Impa had launched herself towards Ganondorf. Their lips were pressed together in an unexpected kiss. Ganondorf’s eyes were wide as saucers, staring down at the Sheikah.
A slow rumble began in the crowed. Before long, the entire watching crowd was either cheering or jeering at the sight of affection before them. Impa smirked against Ganondorf’s mouth before he pulled away, stuttering with confused rage.
“It looks like I won.” Impa teased, gesturing with her free hand to her display of victory.
Ganondorf narrowed his eyes at her. “This wasn’t a fair fight.”
“As a warrior, you should always be prepared for anything.”
Ganondorf’s glare only deepened at Impa’s smug look. Not only had he lost the fight, but he knew that Impa was right, and he was wrong. Truly humiliating in the least.
Ganondorf looked towards the crowed that was continuously growing closer to the two of them.
“Don’t you dogs have anything better to do!?” he barked. Immediately they dispersed, clearing the room in only a matter of moments. Only the two warriors were left still sitting across from one another. Their hands still entwined.
Ganondorf looked back to Impa. If she didn’t know any better, Impa would have said that the Gerudo was actually blushing.
“…I have a request. For another kiss.”
By the goddesses he is blushing.
Stunned, Impa was silent for a moment. With each passing breath Ganondorf seemed to grow a little bolder until he was leaning in, grinning like he’d won all along.
Impa leaned away from him. “You’d have to win a round to earn another kiss.”
“So I challenge you to round two.”
“No, I don’t think so,” she teased.
Ganondorf grumbled and leaned back. Despite the banter, throughout the exchange and for a while longer, neither one made a move to untwine their hands from one another…
So it’s been forever since I posted anything to this blog. But I finally got back into some writing and wrote a fanfiction for a book I’ve loved for many years now. Here’s some IdoxEona for Eon: Dragoneye Reborn/Eona: The Last Dragoneye
The night air hung heavy with humidity. I could tell that the dark, heavy clouds would give way any second now, spilling their contents down to the earth below. In the temporary calmness I could hear the faint sounds of even breathing coming from the room behind me. Inside the small hut slept the Emperor, Kygo. Him and his personal guard. I was supposed to be lying on the mat next to him, but I was too restless for sleep. My skin crawled with discomfort from the heat, and my mind wandered without end. So I sat out on the front steps leading into the hut, alone with my thoughts.
A low rumble sounded in the distance and the sky finally gave way. It was not a hard downpour, but the rains did quickly wet the earth. Something to my right drew my attention. I could feel it prickle my skin, the flow of Hua. I was curious of its origin. Only Lord Ido and I were trained in the arts of energy manipulation, and he was always under the careful watch of armed guards. But if it was him…
I ventured out into the rain, the path slick with mud under my feet. I could feel the energies coming from the North and followed its trail in to the small onset of trees surrounding the village. Under their thick canopy, the rain was reduced to nothing more than a slight dripping through the autumn leaves. But when I came to the place where I could feel the flow of energy the most, no rain fell from above at all, the small storm kept away by the power emanating from a figure in the center of the flow of Hua. I found him meditating on the stump of what had once been a very large tree. His head was tilted back, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. As I approached, he opened his eyes and I could see the silver film peel away to reveal the bright amber beneath.
“Eona.” Ido smiled at my arrival.
“Lord Ido,” I returned.
“Come now,” he broke his posture, waving his hand at me. “As much as I do relish the title, there is no need for formalities out here.”
Hesitantly, I nodded. Not only were we alone and away from the others, but we were all refugees, running from the threat of an army until I could learn to fully control my powers. We also needed to devise an actual plan to stand up against the prince’s uncle, but my main focus was to train with the older Dragoneye during the day. When he could be safely monitored by the prince and his guard.
Speaking of…
“How did you manage to get out of your bonds and slip away from your guard?”
Ido laughed at my bluntness, giving me a sly smile. “I may be your mentor, but all masters must keep some secrets for themselves.”
“You charmed him, didn’t you?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“…that’s beside the point.”
I rolled my eyes. Although it didn’t really matter if Ido charmed the guard or not, seeing as the Dragoneye would be the one punished even if the guard willingly set him free and handed him a knife for good measure.
“Although you do bring to my mind an excellent question. What exactly are you doing out here, Eona? Shouldn’t you be curled up beside your emperor, protected from dangerous men like me?”
I felt the heat rush to my face, thankful for the darkness to help hide from his watchful gaze. “I couldn’t sleep,” I said, ignoring the latter part of his question.
“So you came out here looking for me?”
“No,” I defended. Too quickly. “I mean, yes, but I didn’t know it was you when I came out here.”
“Ah,” he said, leaning back. “So you felt me channeling my Hua. Impressive, seeing as it’s not a technique I’ve taught you yet.”
“Would you be able to teach me?” I asked, hopeful.
He rolled his eyes. “You don’t even know what I was doing.”
“Well if you were doing it, it must hold some importance.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips at that. I felt my face flush, aware of the implications my words seemed to hold. Suddenly Ido stood up, towering over me with the bulk of his body. I took an instinctive step back. He followed, and we continued on like that until my back was pressed up against a sturdy tree with nowhere else to go.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I stammered.
“I thought you wanted me to show you exactly what I had been doing.”
“I didn’t know it involved this.” I tried to push him back, but his body was solid and I was barely able to nudge him.
“Just hold still, will you?” he said dryly. I paused, not wanting to give into him that easily but also curious to see what he would show me.
Ido reached his hand up to touch my face. I started to pull away, but the look in his eyes stopped me. He was intending to teach me, not just touch me. I gave a small nod for him to continue. He lightly touched the crown of my head, then gently touched his fingers to my eyes. Finally, he touched my lips.
“These three points of power. Focus on them all, but especially this one.” He emphasized his last words by gently brushing his thumb over my lips once more, making me shiver. Taking a deep breath, I focused my mind on my three highest points of power. My eyes were closed, but I could feel that I had entered the energy world. As if he could sense it, too, Ido leaned in closer, his warm breath on my cheek.
“Try to control the speed at which your points are spinning.” I could hear his voice, but it didn’t seem quite right. His voice sounded as though it were too far away and inside of me all at once. I concentrated on the point at my crown first. I reached out, willing it to bend to my will and reduce its speed. I imagined a strong wind blowing against it in the opposite direction. At first nothing changed, but soon enough I felt my energy shift, and the light started to slow in speed. I tested my newfound ability on all three points Ido had mentioned, wondering what affect it might have. Curious, I reached within myself and started to spin the points faster, soon the speed picking up to be faster than what the original speed had been.
Suddenly I was drowning in a wave of fatigue. I was jolted out of the energy world, and my head was dizzy from the jarring shift. I felt Ido’s strong arms firmly hold me upright as my body tried to collapse onto the ground.
“I suppose I forgot to mention that part,” he said, his smile holding more sympathy that I thought I had ever seen from him.
“What was that? What did I do?” I croaked.
“When you change the speed at which your Hua flows, you are in a sense altering your life force and its durability. When you slow the speed, you reduce the amount of energy that escapes your soul. This is especially efficient when communing with your dragon, as you take the same power from your dragon without giving up as much of your Hua in return.
"Alternatively, speeding the points up increased the rate at which Hua freely flows from your body, much like when your dragon takes your energy from you, but with no exchange. I doubt you did much damage to yourself this time, but it’s quite an unpleasant experience when you don’t have the leftover singe of dragon power in you to keep you conscious. Our Hua naturally will shift in speed on its own, but it can be a useful tool to be able to control it at will.”
I nodded my head, feeling too weak for more words.
After a few minutes of waiting to regain my strength, I stood taller. I could still feel the sting of fatigue plaguing my body and mind, but it was not as bad as it had been. As my mind continued to clear, a thought started to nag in my mind.
“Ido,” I started. “What is the significance of those three spheres of power? Why not the others?”
He smirked. “Oh, nothing. I just wanted an excuse to touch your pretty face.”
I felt the blood rise to my cheeks. Of course he would use even training as an excuse to touch me!
“One of these days, Lord Ido, I’m going to make you regret your actions.”
“Ooh, is that a threat?” he cooed. I glared my eyes at him and he let out another deep laugh in response. I tried to pull away but his grip was still firmly holding me to his chest.
“Let me go.” I demanded.
“I’m not done supporting you.”
“I’m fine on my own now, thank you.”
“But I don’t think you are.”
I let out a sigh of irritation. It only made his smirk widen. His amber eyes hungrily stared into my brown ones. I couldn’t help but squirm under the intensity of his gaze. I felt him pull me even closer, our faces now only a mere breath apart. Our eyes were still locked in a stare. I felt his body relax, though his grip did not let up. Oddly enough, I felt my own body start to diffuse its tension. We stood there like that for a while, neither moving, barely even daring to breathe in the silence suspended between us.
“I could kiss you, you know.” Breaking the silence, his voice was a cool whisper against my skin, making me shiver.
“But you won’t.”
“Are you so certain?” One of his arms snaked around me, hugging the curve of my back.
“I won’t let you,” my voice sounding much weaker than I had intended.
“But you aren’t fighting back.”
I do not know where it came from, and I did not care to think about why, but in a surge of boldness I closed the small difference between us, crushing our lips together. His response was immediate. He pushed my body back against the rough bark of the tree, his firm torso and hips holding me in place. My fingers wound into his hair, which was starting to grow back from when it was cut during his imprisonment. And as I tugged at the silky strands and felt his reply in the low rumble of his chest.
His tongue was at my mouth, demanding entrance. I opened up to him, letting him in and relishing in the sweetness of oranges and vanilla that danced across my tongue. I felt his hand cup my jaw, his thump stroking my cheek. I felt myself leaning into his hand, as well as the rest of his body. He moved one of his legs to sit between mine and I wrapped one of my arms around his back, the other around his neck. Between our hungry kisses and desperate gasps of air, I could feel a low moan building in my throat. As Ido bit down on my lip I let it escape, tasting tangy copper mix in with the sweetness of his passion.
His pulled back, a deep laugh rumbling in his body, and effectively mine as I was still pressed tightly between him and the tree.
“What was that about the mighty Mirror Dragoneye not letting me have my way?” his breath was slightly ragged, but he still managed to keep his composure well.
I, however, did not have such luck. But I did not let it alter the confidence in my voice. “I still have allowed you to do no such thing.”
He cocked a fine eyebrow at me.
I felt my own smirk play at the edges of my lips. “Why, Lord Ido, was I not that one who kissed you, and not the other way around?”
His eyes narrowed for a moment before his expression shifted into a brilliantly wolfish smile.
I did not have a chance to say another word before he was upon me once more, our lips melding together. But this time the kiss was over as soon as it began.
“There. You didn’t stop me.”
I tried to glare at his smug expression, but I found myself smiling instead. “Alright, fine. I suppose I will allow you just this one small victory. But don’t think it will happen again.”
“I wouldn’t dream of going against your will, my Lady.”
I laughed, and began to pull away from his. Reluctantly, his hold loosened until I could step away. I felt his eyes lingering on me, but I would not meet his gaze.
“So,” he finally said, breaking the uneasy silence that was growing between us. “Care to explain the purpose of that kiss?”
“It was nothing more than excuse, my Lord.” I met his hard stare with one of my own.
“And excuse? For what?”
I held my chin up. “To get you to shut up and stop your gloating.”
It’s just a short little one-shot story about child Zelda and a young-adult Vaati being cute together. I really like cute, sibling-like relationships so that’s what this is and I am not ashamed of it.
Vaati dragged himself into his bedroom and pushed the door shut behind him. Sighing, he took off his cape and dropped it on the floor. It had been a long day of trying to rid himself of pesky heroes and hats, and Vaati wanted nothing more than to bury himself under the thick, comforting warmth of his many quilts. But upon looking at his bed, he noticed quite a sizable lump that was spreading out from the middle of his bed. He sighed again.
"Zelda…." The lump squired and wiggled until a small, blonde head poked out from under the violet blanket.
"Yes, Vaati?" Her voice was sweet, like rich honey. Her golden hair was tousled from being under the covers, and it partially hid her sparkling eyes.
Vaati wanted to laugh at the child's disheveled appearance, but he was too exhausted. "Don't you have your own bedroom to sleep in?"
"I do," Zelda grinned.
"Then why are you in my bed?"
"Your bed is more fun to be in," She laughed, "It's bigger than mine."
Vaati dragged his hand down his face in exasperation. Why he removed the stone curse from her he never knew, but he was regretting it more and more with each day that passed. At first she had tried to attack him on sight with her little fists, and when she had stopped the physical abuse she started calling him names. After that, she had given him a glorious three weeks of silence. Now, she had taken to treating him as if he were an older brother and was constantly getting into things that she shouldn't. Vaati almost couldn't stand it. Almost.
"Zelda…" Vaati pinched the bridge of his nose. "Do you suppose that you could not be difficult, just for one night?"
Zelda looked at Vaati with her round, pale blue eyes. They seemed to hold such innocence, but Vaati knew better than to fall for that.
"No." She started giggling again.
Vaati let out a long and frustrated breath. He was much too tired to deal with her tonight, he decided. He pulled back the covers, which caused Zelda to scream and scramble to the far side of the bed. Wincing at the high pitch of her voice, Vaati settled himself under the rich purple quilt. He lay on his side, facing away from Zelda, hoping that she would go away if he ignored him. But much to his dismay, she did quite the opposite.
"You can't sleep here."
Vaati groaned. "Do tell me just why I am not allowed to sleep in my own bed."
Zelda crawled over to him and placed her hand upon his shoulder. "Boys aren't allowed to sleep with girls. Not until they're older and married. My father told me so." Vaati could have laughed had he not been quite so frustrated. Or tired. He just wasn't in a laughing mood. But the princess really was quite amusing, he would admit to that.
"Then maybe you should move to your own bed, because I'm not going to move. And you cannot make me." Vaati's words had plenty of irritation in them, and Zelda seemed to have caught it, for she was silent for the next few seconds. He felt the bed shift, and he silently celebrated that she would be leaving him alone. Yet once again, he was very wrong.
"What are you doing?" He rolled over to face the young princess. She had pressed herself against him and was holding three groupings of his violet hair. She said nothing, and he pressed her again for a response.
"I'm braiding your hair. It's a pretty color, and I want to see what it would look like." She continued to twist the hair around itself, her delicate hands moving swiftly and accurately for someone her age. Too tired to do anything about it, Vaati just sat there and allowed her to play with his hair. He wouldn't have ever told her, but…it did feel rather nice. The gentle tugs on his scalp helped to relax him, and he felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier by the minute.
He barely noticed when she was done. If she hadn't said anything, he would have just continued to drift off into sleep. "Vaati?" She asked. He grunted in response. "…do you think that it would be alright if I slept here just one night? Or…" She trailed off, and it was obvious to Vaati that she truly didn't want to go. He mulled it over for what seemed like too long a time. Finally, he looked into her eyes and said something that astounded himself more than it did her.
"I guess just one night wouldn't hurt at all…" That did it. Zelda's face broke out into a gigantic grin. She flung herself against Vaati's chest, wrapping her arms around his firm torso.
"Thank you, thank you Vaati! I won't move a muscle all night, I promise." Vaati sat there, stunned at her reaction. Although he should have, when he said what he did. With the way the she acted at any other given time, it should have been obvious for him to foresee her reaction.
Untrue to her word, she wriggled, twisted and squirmed until she eventually found a position comfortable enough to stay in for a minute. Unfortunately for the wind mage, that involved his chest becoming her personal pillow. Her hand gripped the nightshirt that he wore, and she snuggled closer against him. His cheeks turned a very slight shade of pink at the way they were arranged, and he started to wonder if he should tell her that he changed his mind.
But before he could say anything, Zelda yawned. "Goodnight, Vaati..."
The third an final chapter of this short little story!
You can read the first chapter here!
And the second chapter right here! (It takes you to my main blog because I don’t know how to switch accounts)
"…and you and your people shall become one with the people of this rich land of Hyrule…" Ganondorf blocked out the dull drawl of the man before him. The King of Hyrule was quite possibly the most boring person to listen to that Ganondorf had ever had to listen to, and it was difficult to surpass his mothers in that area. To add onto the issue, it didn't help that the young princess was watching him. He knew she was, he could feel her gaze like hot metal against flesh. She often liked to spy on him when she thought that he wasn't watching, but being the leader of a group of thieves, he was much more skilled and aware of his surroundings than the young heir was. He turned his head in an attempt to scare her off, but what he saw sent jolts of electricity coursing through his body.
A young boy was now standing with the young princess, but it wasn't really his sudden appearance that had startled the Gerudo. Seeing them together…they both looked extremely familiar to him, as though he had known them from somewhere before. But that was impossible. Ganondorf had only crossed paths with the princess once before, and she had been hurried away before he got a real chance to look at her. And this boy was completely new to him, except…
They still looked as if Ganondorf had been in close contact with both of them more than once. Foreign images started flashing behind the Gerudo's eyes. He saw two young adults, one a fair woman in a charming pink dress, the other a boy, wearing a green tunic and looking rather shaken up. Both had fierce blue eyes that cursed him, tearing right into his soul. Ganondorf started to see images of himself fighting the boy while the girl helplessly watched. He wasn't sure if he was caught in a dream, or if he was having some sort of vision.
Without warning, it all came back at once, hitting Ganondorf like a massive wave of torment. Everything came back, he could see it all. The tower, the boy in green, the princess, the Triforce... Everything that had happened from the day he was living right now all the way to his…death. Ganondorf's eyes moved down from the king above him as he stared down at the ground in confusion. He could remember himself dying under the crushing rubble of his fallen creation. So why was he sitting here listening to a boring speech that he wouldn't be able to remember when he walked out of the room? He looked back up at the king. Just moments ago, he was plotting the death of the Hylian ruler. But now...he wasn't so sure of what he wanted.
While Ganondorf had succeeded, and he had defeated the child hero, he also remembered the pain that he went through, and how it had all been a waste of his efforts. He could clearly see the hatred burning in the eyes of his own people. He could hear their angry voices sending him away, exiling him for the rest of his days. And yet here we was, before any of that would happen. It seemed that the Triforce had truly heard his wish. He had been given something invaluable. And he knew exactly what he would be doing with this profound gift of his.
Ganondorf stood.
The king paused his speech, disapproval clear in his watery blue eyes. A slight frown was curling his lips as he looked over the towering Gerudo. "What are you-"
"I'm sorry, your majesty, but I'm afraid that I am no longer interested in these affairs by any means. If you would excuse me." With that, Ganondorf sardonically bowed and turned on his heel. He left the stunned silence of the large courtroom behind. In the sitting room outside, three Gerudo women were waiting for him, lazily leaning against the wall, and they looked up at his abrupt exit.
"What is it?" One of them spoke up.
"Is it time?" another of them whispered, putting a hand to the concealed dagger at her hip.
Ganondorf shook his head. The three women looked at him in confusion. A small smile graced his lips. He had been waiting for this moment for ages, and it was finally here. The words almost felt foreign to him after such a long time of not being able to say them freely.
"We're going home."
Ganondorf lifted his face to the sun, thankful to feel its burning touch on his skin. Before he left, Ganondorf couldn't wait to feel the soft grass under his feet and the cool wind blow through his hair that the stories had described Hyrule to be like. Now he only longed for the desert and her fierce conditions. It was what he knew. It was his home. Ganondorf smiled at that thought again.
My birthplace… and my home. I'll be welcomed again. Just like the old days.
He could hear his troupe behind him, whispering amongst themselves. They were confused, and rightfully so. He had built up so much talk of taking Hyrule for himself and his people, and now he was leaving it all behind, returning to the desert fortress with nothing to show for his discarded efforts. But he didn't care. All he wanted was to be accepted again, and he wouldn't allow himself to make the same mistake as he had done in his previous life.
As they neared the edge of Gerudo territory, Ganondorf could see the outline of a lone woman standing out in front of a large group of his warriors. It was just as he remembered. Nabooru was standing on the bridge, waiting for the return of his small troupe. His face lit up at the sight of her, despite the scowl that was hardening her already-sharp features. Ganondorf stopped his mount. He stepped down and briskly began crossing the rest of the distance that was between them on foot.
"So you've finally come back." Nabooru glared at him, yet still not stopping his approach. "You've committed a horrible sin for what you've done to Hyrule and your own people, you mons-" Ganondorf cut her off short, pulling her into a tight embrace and silencing her harsh lips by covering them with his own. Her golden eyes went wide, as did the eyes of all of the surrounding warriors. There were a few moments where Nabooru was too shocked to do anything, but she eventually composed herself. Pushing him back, she stuttered out,
"What is wrong with you? Do you honestly think that just because you're the only male around here, a few kisses will earn you my forgiveness?"
Ganondorf couldn't hide the smirk that was stretched out across his mouth. "Absolutely not," He smugly stated. Nabooru looked as though she were going to explode with rage at his snarky answer, but Ganondorf stopped her before she even had the chance. "I have committed no sin. I had a lot of time to think about what I was doing…" Ganondorf paused, thinking back over the seven years that he had lived through. More time than they realized...
"…but I realized that you were right. And I'm sorry." Nabooru looked at Ganondorf with a surprised look on her face.
"…I never thought I would hear those words come out of your mouth," She finally managed to utter.
"Well…neither did I," He admitted. There was a short pause where no one moved for quite some time. Nabooru started to step forward and looked as though she were going to say something else, but Ganondorf scooped up her into his arms once more, earning a cry of astonishment and protest. He held her close to his broad chest, unwilling to let her go. She eventually gave in, letting him bring her closer and breath in the familiar scent of her hair.
A short little fic about Ganondorf. It’s slightly GanonxNabooru, but it doesn’t go into much detail. Mostly one-sided.
This was pretty indulgent for me because Ganondorf is my favorite character and I just love giving myself more reasons to love and feel bad for villains. I’ve already posted this before on fanfiction, but now I’m cleaning it up and posting it here!
A freezing wind blew wildly through the open, silent air, as it did every night. Darkness had fallen over the desert, taking away the brutal heat of the day, but bringing with it the deathly-cold wind of the night. Despite the chill, nothing could not stop one particular Gerudo from his mission. Flaming red hair fell loosely around broad shoulders, moving in the wind when the invisible storm would pick up again. Sharp, yellow eyes darted around, careful of being caught at such a dangerous hour. It was worse being out at night, especially since the shift in the attitude from the warrior tribe. For years, there had been a drastic change for the single male Gerudo in his own fortress.
He was not welcomed there any longer.
He heard something to his right and immediately darted around the corner behind him. Light footsteps could be heard just around the bend. Ganondorf was impatient yet silent as he waited for the soft footsteps to fade into the night. He had been sneaking past the guard ever since he was old enough to defy his mothers and creep out of the fortress. The patterns of the Gerudo guards hadn't changed at all since his younger days. The only differing factor was that Ganondorf was much taller and bulkier than he was from his childhood, which made him double his efforts to stay hidden.
Soon, the woman walked back in the other direction, stifling a yawn. As he watched from the shadows, Ganondorf knew that her shift was over from the way she sluggishly carried herself back into the fortress. Now was his time to move.
Ganondorf glided over the sand-colored stone without a sound. For a man of his size, he moved with exceptional swiftness and was much more muted than any other human he had ever come across. He entered the fortress, thankful to finally be out of that blasted wind. There were no torches lit to guide his way through the stone hallways. Not that he needed them, anyway. He knew the rough stone walls by heart, and he knew exactly where he was going.
Sand collected in the cracks of the old stone. It shifted under the Gerudo's feet as he briskly hurried down the dark corridors. Every little sound reminded Ganondorf of his youth…the light scurries of the desert’s insects as he walked past, the gentle tapping of his steps against the hard stone that he could only hear if he listened closely for it…the roar of the untamed wind beating against the unbreakable walls…he missed the desert. He missed the old days.
But those days are long gone…
Ganondorf mused over the past…he could see it as if it were yesterday, but it felt like lifetimes ago…seeing himself seating at the head of a long, large feasting table, surrounded by both lovers and sisters that adored him, training in both sorcery and swordsmanship to become the rightful leader that he was destined to be, learning alongside his peers about the history of the generations before him…he could recall every face perfectly, as if they were etched permanently into the chambers of his mind. All except one very important face…a face that he longed to see every waking moment that he was away.
Ganondorf turned a corner, knowing that he had finally reached his destination. He knew that she would be here…she was every time.
He used magic to light the torch. Its warm light illuminated the room in a red-orange glow. Ganondorf smiled. He very much enjoyed feeling the heat radiate from the fire. It always seemed warmer and more inviting here than it ever did in that castle… He looked down at the bed beside him. The large mattress had only one occupant. Ganondorf gazed down longingly at the deep red hair spread out beneath her. Her darkened skin shone like bronze in the torchlight, and Ganondorf found a deep ache to reach out and touch the fine features of her face…
Nabooru was truly beautiful in his eyes. Her sharp features would have turned any Hylian man away had she not had the voluptuous body that she was so divinely graced with. But that wasn't what made her beautiful to the Gerudo male. He found those Hylian women to be much too soft - too fragile - to be seen as attractive to him. But Nabooru had hard muscles built into her long arms and legs, her facial features long and thin, accented by the tight ponytail that she always pulled her hair into. Her keen, golden eyes that could paralyze even the greatest of monsters…
He couldn't help himself any longer. Ganondorf reached out and tenderly touched her dark cheek. Nabooru stirred but did not wake. Ganondorf smiled wistfully. He took pleasure in the feel of her warm skin against his calloused hand. Her cheek was smooth, almost like the expensive silks he liked to play with when he was a child…
Suddenly, Ganondorf's eyes were filled with sadness. His mind wandered back to thoughts of his past once more. He found himself regretting ever leaving the fortress in the first place…wishing that things could go back to the way they used to be…when he had been the King of the Gerudo, instead of their foresworn enemy…he hadn't meant for things to end this way. Everything that he had done leading up to this point…he had done it all for his people. And what had they done in return for his consideration to their ongoing exile in the sands?
They had rejected him.
Ganondorf had only wished to better the lives of his people. The Gerudo tribes had been banished into the desert eons ago, when the kingdom of Hyrule was still young. Never, in all the centuries of Gerudo kings trying to rebuild the relationship between the Hylians and the Gerudo, had the Hylians been accepting of the Gerudo “demons” that the old stories warned them of. Ganondorf had merely been tired of his people endlessly living in misery…he quickly had grown weary of watching his people slowly die, beaten down by the harsh conditions that the desert had to offer. And so he had devised a plan that would benefit his people in infinite ways.
And he had succeeded. He had removed his enemy from the Hylian throne. He had captured the long-desired country from the selfish race that resided there. The small troupe of warriors that he had brought with him to the raid had rejoiced with him the night that it happened. But when they returned…
Nabooru was waiting for him. His second in command. She had always seemed wary of this plot against the neighboring country, but Ganondorf always thought that she was merely unsure of the power of the Gerudo. But that was hardly the case. She disapproved of waging war. But didn't she see? The war was over; the Gerudo had won when Ganondorf struck down the King of Hyrule. And yet despite the victory, Nabooru was furious. She had always been the more popular one between the two leaders of the desert. While Ganondorf was away, she had convinced his entire race left back at the fortress that he was doing this only for selfish purposes, that he only desired to hold the power of the gods in his hands.
Even the small band of warriors that Ganondorf had taken with him believed her once Nabooru spoke when they returned. They all turned against him, spitting hate-filled words towards him. They told him to return to the land of light, to never step foot in the desert again…
And what could he have done? Ganondorf clenched his fist at the painful memory of turning his back to his beloved fortress…the memory faded, leaving Ganondorf in Nabooru's bedchamber once more. He turned his hard gaze to the woman below him. Always, he wanted to hate her for turning his own people against him. But…deep in his heart, he loved her. He never wanted any of this…he longed to throw down his crown and return to his desert sanctuary, but he was too deep in his war the moment he unsheathed his sword before the king. He was now the feared ruler of Hyrule. He couldn't just walk away and hide in the sands. A decision like that would surely endanger his people. And despite that they had turned against him, he still cared for their safety.
But yearning would accomplish nothing. Ganondorf knew that action was the only way to grant wishes. But what could he do? He was unwelcome here, and he was unwelcome in Hyrule, despite being the king of both kingdoms.
After a few more minutes of staring down at the woman that haunted his darkest and greatest dreams, a thought flickered in the back of his mind…
There had been rumors of a self-proclaimed hero running about Hyrule, taking down the beasts that plagued the different races. The hero's eyes were set on taking back the throne for the Hylians. Ganondorf thought long and hard about the boy…he knew that the hero meant to take the life of the tyrant king. But was Ganondorf willing to give up his life in order to be free from the duty of ruling a country he no longer desired? Did he value his life less than he did the people that had banished him?
Ganondorf looked down once more at the sleeping Nabooru. Yes…his race as a whole was far more important to him than his own life… Regret filled the eyes of the king. He knew exactly what he had to do…he would allow this child hero to grow in strength. He would give the boy even more reason to hate him. He would allow himself to be defeated once and for all…only then would he have the peace that he so desperately craved.
Ganondorf sadly gazed at the woman for half of a moment longer before turning from the room. No matter how much he wanted to, he could waste no more time here. He slipped past the guards into the open night once more. He would return to Hyrule…and he would wait for his own demise.
