Ganondorf X Reader

The grace of a thief

It had been a long, hot day in the desert town. A young human by the name of Ganondorf, spared with his peers for the right to lead their group in a raid they had planned for the town not too far north. Ganondorf's short, red, spiky hair was now damp with sweat as he held his clenched fists close to his sides as he readied for any one of his proxy to attack him. Eventually his partners in crime went for him but he side stepped one of them and punched they young boy behind him in the gut. He held his gut in pain and Ganondorf took it upon himself to grab his head and push him to the ground. After an hour long battle Ganondorf won with a bruised cheek and an small cut made on his right arm by one of his 'friends' small knife. 

Ganondorf led the group with the large sword that was given to whomever won the sparing competition. They walked for an hour or so before they reached the town and walked over the unmarked threshold. The small group of children may not have been menacing, but their leader's stern face and reputation was. They came into the practically empty town square, Ganondorf stopped and ordered the other children to pan out and take what they could. This typically meant shoplifting and stealing from the townspeople's pockets. Ganondorf joined in the fun by running around town and stealing items, although his sword allowed him to be a bit more threatening, he kept forcing market keepers to give up their large sacks of gold. 

It came time for them all to meet back at the town square. As he walked back he came across one of his group, Jerick, who was threatening a young Y/S. He was about to help until his almost bored face turned into one of shock as the girl grew angry and tackled him to the ground beating him up with bruised fists. Ganondorf ran over and kicked her in the stomach, pushing her body to the ground as she held her stomach and chest in pain. He helped Jerick up and he dusted himself off. Ganondorf looked back at the girl and she was coughing up a bit of blood, he unsheathed his sword and walked over to her, he held the sword up to her neck and spoke.

"Don't even think about attacking my men again." She grumbled slightly and rolled onto her stomach. He turned away but fell down as she had kicked him in the knee and stood up.

"HEY!" Jerick yelled, but she had already  run off. Jerick was about to run after her but Ganondorf put his hand on his shoulder.

"Get back to the meet up spot." Jerick gave him a look of shock and confusion, "I'll get her." Jerick smirked at this and ran back to the Town square.

Ganondorf ran over to where he saw the girl run too. He followed small footsteps he saw in the dirt and finally caught the Y/S, who was now patting a young horse with a brown coat and a short, black mane and tail. She was distracted with the horse and he took this time to sneak up behind her.

"Cute horse." He said scaring the girl who shot up and turned towards the young boy. She looked up at him with E/C eyes that created a sense of familiarity inside of him.

"What do you want?!" She asked backing up.

"Just hoping to get it through to you that you should not cause trouble with me or my men." He explained getting right in her face.

"You talk like you're a king." He growled and got right in her face.

"I will be." She lowered her head to the ground at the sound of his unnaturally deep voice. He walked away leaving a terrified girl standing in front of her horse. 

Ganondorf walked back to the meet up spot and rejoined his proxy. They counted their stolen goods before returning to their home in the desert.