Ganondorf X Reader

Blood On My Name

I sat on his knees in my ember-filled room. I did not wish to see Y/N. Not when she had been put so much torture and all I could do was sit and pray she'd survive. I am Ganondorf ! I did not await and pray for things to happen like a weakling! I Was Stronger than the rest! I Could Do Anything !

Anything but save my precious fire stoker.

I felt steam lift up past my face, I looked down and saw tiny droplets of water extinguish slight flickers of flame. I thought it may have been raining in the room, but in truth, it was my eyes. They rained.

I wiped them dry, how could I cry when Y/N went through everything to get to me and yet never did she shed a tear. She screamed, but she never cried. She was stronger than me. She always had been. It's why I used her as my crutch in life, she could easily lift me up if she wanted to, but she never wanted to impose. Goddess I loved her. Yet my Emotions, my rage, my depression, they're not but a burden to her. Would I ever be able to make it up to her?

Suddenly I was no longer in my burning tomb, I was in a castle. Crumbling pillars surrounded the place and scattered along the stone floor. My eyes finally found the source of what awoke me. A Small, Iron door opened and in slid a small, skinny figure. I then took notice of the fact that they were not small, I was in fact very large. I stood up to my full height and walked over to them, I heard my feet crack the floor below me as though they were as heavy as stones.

I felt my entire body creak as I leaned down and tried identifying the one who had entered.

Was it the Hero? Has he come to slay me? Does he truly believe he can?

I felt a surge of power, and a beastly urge run through me. I felt power course through my veins and body as I clambered to my full height and my anger fell out of me with a deafening scream. I landed back on my feet and the impact caused the Hero to fall over to me mercy. I slammed my fist down but narrowly missed as they then ran the course of the castle floor away from me. I took delight in their screams of plea as they got to the other side of the room and my very walking was enough for them to loose their balance. I reached out for them and picked them up with a single hand. I chuckled in delight at the foolish hero struggling in my palm. I ever so slightly began to tighten my grip, I heard an ever so satisfying crack of bones. I realised and spread my palm to find I had broken their leg and it was merely dangling in it's socket.

I bought them closer to my face, I wished  to relish their blood.

But suddenly, the instincts I felt began to dissipate and I was left with morbid curiosity. I eyed the small, broken person. My eyes widened. My mouth agape.

Y/N....

I-I! What had I done!? She was looking up at me. She was crying and her mouth sputtered out blood. I cried with her. She held sadness in her eyes and what I could only assume to be dissapointment. I bought her close to my body and nuzzled her softly. I could only sob in apology, but they came out as threatening sounding clicks and groans. I looked at her once more in my palms, she did not hesitate to reach out for me. I leaned into her tiny hand and cried into it's coldness. More blood fell from her body, making her colder and colder. I felt her life slip away and her body became limp. I roared in anguish and prayed.

"Dear Goddess! Please! I have made a grave Mistake! Please bring her back! Please! Take my own life if you have to! Just bring her back!"

I could only pray once more. My own weakness destroying me once more. I looked once more at her body, the slightest bit of sunlight spread across her face. She looked so gorgeous. Yet so pale. Her face held peace, but no smile, like she wad taking a nap. Sadly I could not hope for her to wake up. Her entire lower body was mangled.

I pulled her to my body and held her close for many days and nights.

Within two weeks her body began wasting away, like my humanity. It ever so slowly began slipping away as I felt my beastly tendencies tame over. I pulled myself up and dug a hole in the only grass patch within this place. I gently laid her down and reached out, but I stopped myself. I couldn't dare disturb her in her own grave. I picked up the soil I displaced and patted it back down on her body. I felt myself slip away and I knew I would only be leaving the beast that killed my precious fire stoker.