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---------------------------------- Alright! The other driders have been fed and taken care of, the moths have new fruits to chew and suck on, and all the enclosures have been cleaned and spruced up! All that’s left on your to do list for today's shift is to greet the newcomer! 

A rather aggressive newcomer, if the paperwork and scribbled frantic notes are anything to go by. The stark red warning you to be careful against the white paper looks like a big red flag warning you to turn away, and possibly rethink how you got here. 

But alas, it pays well, and you haven’t met a specimen that couldn’t be won over with gentleness and patience. You’re sure this is all a big misunderstanding! 

You continue to think so on your way to the scorpions designated area. They’re a bit sporty and eager to fight but none of them have outright been deadly or aggressive. They may pick fights but that’s usually with Driders! 

You hum happily while scanning your card to enter the decontamination enclosure, wondering just how large and how angry this “Ganondorf” could be. You don’t get past those fleeing ideas as once the door is open, you find yourself not so sweetly pinned to the wall, with a hissing, towering Scorpion holding you down. 

A choked plea leaves your lips as the giant snarls and chitters, slamming his tail against the door button until it slams shut. You’re only thought is that of panic, wondering if that broke the system and left you stuck here. 

“I’ll ask this only once. It’s a mercy you humans don’t deserve.” Ganon’s deep voice warns. It feels like ice is pooling across your skin as you claw at his forearms, trying to get more breath in in fear he’d try to strangle you. “Why did you bring me here? Don’t waste your dying breaths by lying to me. It’s unwise to lie to a king.” 

Your eyes shoot open, confused and stunned. A King?! Of all the things to forget to mention with ugly red scrawlings, a king wasn’t mentioned in the slightest?! Did they really just forget or were they hoping you’d be a great sacrifice? Either way what kind of incompetence is that for a specimen as hostile and pissed off as this? 

Oh if you live, you’re so going to sue. 

You manage to get a breath in, throat stinging as your words sound strangled and pleading. “New…Home. N-new home!” There’s a sharp cough, your body jolting as air barely seeps in and forces your eyes to water. A wince and grimace is followed by sucking in deep breaths as much as possible as the giant scorpion lets you go, a confused and angered expression on his face. 

“A new home? A weak kingdom such as this? This is why you terrify my people and drag them away?”

You rub at the swelling skin around your neck, voice weakened as you peer up, lost to what he could be talking about. 

There’s a heavy feeling of trepidation in the air as the scorpion stares you down, his fists flexing at his sides as he seems lost in thought. You take the moment to start slowly reaching into your holster for the sedative needle the sanctuary says to use for emergencies, but he just scoffs and turns his back to you. 

“There’s no need to try that. Five others have attempted as well, and ended up scurrying out of here like cowards. They seem to misunderstand that a King's blood is immune to such poisons.” 

There’s an unsure silence that follows, his shoulders hunched in thought as he stares solemnly. A thousand thoughts running through his mind. Whatever they were, they seemed heavy. You feel a pit of pity and guilt building in your stomach as you manage to stand on your feet, wondering if you should reach out and try to soothe the poor creature.

His voice catches you off guard once he speaks again. It’s softer. More hurt than angered. Something you’ve never seen with scorpions before, at least, not this deeply. They’re nervous, sure. Excited to bite no doubt. Some have horrifying scars while others cause horrifying scars, but it's usually so juvenile and easy to brush off.

But this? It felt too real.

“My people…Are they alive?” It’s a plea more than it is a question. His brow is furrowed as his arms cross over his chest, with his crest fallen face looking over his shoulder. You wonder what on earth could have happened as he was rescued. 

“The ones we rescue are from land and coves that have been attacked or horribly damaged. If you have any loved ones, they’d be here and be well taken care of. Uhm, we look for specimens to heal and either keep or set free soon…If we got to your kingdom, it’s because it looked like zero intervention meant zero survival ....” 

There’s another beat of silence. Ganondorf seems to huff in resignation as his tail moves away from the door, the smashed button falling in broken pieces. 

“...I’ll come peacefully then. I take it you’re the one who’s to care for me?” 

You don’t get to answer before he’s bending down to meet your eyes, looking you over with what you can only call amusement while you’re easily lifted up and set right back down. The squeak that leaves your mouth is undignified, and one you’ll happily take to your grave as Ganondorf chuckles and shows a more playful demeanor. 

“Such cute noises already? Are you a caretaker or a mate? A king deserves someone to warm his bed after all.” He gave a flirtatious grin, flashing his sharp teeth as he curled a few fingers around the strings of your uniform, pulling you closer. 

You give a harsh smack to his hands, flustered and fed up. “Knock it off, You can’t say that!” You fume, your cheeks blooming in warmth as the situation unfolds. How did it go from you begging for your life to teaching this menace some manners?! 

Ganondorf allows you to feel embarrassed while his strong arms pry open the door he originally broke, not surprised there weren’t any helpers on the other side. His death threats weren’t said for grandeur or flare, after all. Perhaps they sent you in to appease his bloodlust? Or perhaps you’re the only fit one to be working in such a place. 

He makes sure to secure the broken metal, arms flexing as they press outward to hold it steady, with a head tilt to coax you forward. “After you, small one. I’ll follow your lead while you tell me more about this place. But I request my questions be answered to the full truth. Mercy like this is rare.” 

It’s a bit of touch and go after that. You have the only courage to correct the scorpion's behavior as he intimidates others and demands they bow, or how he roughly threatens people simply trying to feed him. There’s times where you’re strictly told to care for him only. (Which Choso throws a fit about but giving him candy calms him down.) 

How you managed to get this king under control is something you still believe is a hallucination. You’re almost positive he still gets up to no good when you have days off. Thankfully you were able to switch to four days on, three days off. With…help from Gannondorf as he held the main owner and regulator by the throat. 

He only ever listens to you. You couldn’t even begin to understand why, but it works. He stays by your side, checks over any newcomers with you, and by the looks of it he seems to really enjoy watching you teach the younglings anything and everything about where they came from or where their parents came from. 

Dare He say he’s fond of you. 

It’s not something Ganondorf can even sit comfortably with. He gets irked when your smile brings a flutter to his chest. He can’t sit still enough to wait for you to arrive on the days you work. Your presence makes all the aches and wounds of being captured and ruined go away, and without you, He’s reminded of his biggest failure. 

Losing His kingdom to that of his enemy, and having no home to return to. 

Lately the scorpion has been more ireful and resentful. The staff never meet his standards, they hog too much of your time, and Goddesses forbid one of the Driders has to give up some time with you! Everyone’s been picking and picking and picking at your time together, and to say he’s being driven up a wall is an understatement. 

The bloodied bricks covered in spatters on the wall from how he kills his meals should be sufficient evidence. He doesn’t take well to humans trying to soothe him when they know nothing of him. Demanding he obey and submit while having the gall to be quaking in their shoes. 

They’re nothing like you. To stand where you do and mock what you’ve been able to do, it’s sickening. He should string them up by their guts and see if any of the Driders like his handy work with the webbings he’d make of their organs. He should make an example of the next one who walks in with a head held low and eyes that only know how to submit. 

You may be kind and willing to do as he says, but it’s different. You have this energy about you that won’t let you back down even when you should. He wants to say it’s annoying, but he’d be a liar. It’s one of the reasons he feels this way. There’s many parts of you that have him feeling this way. That smile, the way you walk, how you fidget when you talk, how you get flustered, how you act when he teases you, how you stand with conviction despite being in peril at almost every turn. 

How is he supposed to be sane? To allow you to walk these halls any longer is a shame on his end as much as it would be the Sanctuary’s. You would be much safer where he resides. Nice and cool under his home, given whatever your beautiful heart could ever desire, and if He’s feeling righteous, you could even watch as he makes the Sanctuary his own kingdom once again. 

Would you cheer for him as he carried you on his shoulder? Give him a delicate kiss with your tempting lips? Would you coax him like a puppy for more mayhem and bloodbaths? Or, would you be docile, hiding behind him as he made his way through any foe trying to stop his godly given right to be King? Hugging onto his arm as he slays and decapitates while smiling up at the heavens? 

Either way, it’s keeping him up at night. 

The bounding footsteps of your arrival drag him out of his spiraling mindset. The beating of his heart doubled as he scurried to the entrance, eagerly awaiting for that keycard swipe so he could see you. Did you have a good few days off? Did you try out the meat he suggested? Did you go near Choso again? He doesn’t hate the guy but he needs to back off and- 

“Hey! You’re bright eyed and bushy tailed!” You greet, your beaming smile blessing him like his old desert sun. The warmth slowly erases the cold of his den as he begins to crawl forward, peering around the corners to see if any younglings had wild ideas of trying to attack. It’s cute at first but he isn’t known for going easy after the second try. 

“I’m here to give some news.” You sing-song, poking at the massive scorpion's chest. For a split second you could have swore he was flustered by it. The giant looked down at where your delicate fingers brushed over his skin, and wondered just how good they would feel grazing other areas of his body. 

You’d be too small to fully take him, but that doesn’t mean he’s a selfish lover. What good is a King if he can’t prove his prowess in bed? You’d look so good grasping at his auburn hair and begging to reach climax again and again, too small to fight him off from tasting you as deep as his tongue can go. 

Oh Goddesses, he’s falling apart. 

“Thanks to some people taking initiative, we were able to find a scorpion in need to bunk with you! They have their check up today and tomorrow and they can share your enclosure so you aren’t as lonely! Isn’t that great? You can be with someone who knows more about your home and get along!” 

You’re expecting a look of confusion, maybe even a bewildered but thankful expression, but all you’re met with is a dark, almost angry stare as the king starts to raise the base of his stinger. You’re quick to look around to make sure there isn’t a threat, someone wandering in before opening time, someone maybe not realizing how territorial some ‘Arabic Fat Tailed scorpions’ can be- but you’re met with nothing. 

The only sound around was that of your heartbeat and Ganondorf's heavy breathing, his body flexing and tensing with each exhale like an angered bull. 

How infuriating. 

This place wants him to be complacent with such a betrayal? From your very own mouth no less? After all the things you two have done together? 

He won’t have it. 

There’s a blink. You feel your voice leave your throat before you can register there’s something to scream about. The thick, venomous tail of the Desert King was now piercing through your clothes, keeping you pinned to the simmering dirt. Your eyes are shaking, nearly bulging as your heart beats in your throat. What the fuck? What in the Fuck? What’s setting him off?! He hasn’t been this aggressive since- 

“The day I met you-” Gannondorf snarls, teeth chittering as he crawls over you, towering above you as his eyes glow red with anger. “-That day was written in the stars, was it not?” 

What? What’s he talking about? You’re too stunned to do more than open and close your mouth, floundering for a response as Gannondorf continues to puff his chest and chitter his teeth, clicking his tongue to warn other scorpions to stay away. The rage boiling his blood would have him show zero mercy, even to you. If he has to break one of your feeble human legs, He’ll do so. 

If anything, it would mean he gets to keep you bed bound and reliant. Only ever needing him and his love. His devotion. The only one who’s ever been worthy, made to take what he gives and in return, he gets to bask in your love and glory. 

How dare they try to separate you two. To send in a weaker, vile, pathetic imposter, should be considered treason and have everyone involved torn open and devoured. 

“You. You are the only one who could ever touch my heart like this, and you’re trying to get rid of it?” He bites, stabbing his tail down once again to tear your jacket even more. You wince, terrified that once again you were about to face a horrific death. The venom would be agonizing. Being impaled is sickening. Whatever has gotten him this upset, it’s not a rage you can mitigate. 

His face presses closer, lips barely grazing across your ear as he hisses possessively. “You won’t be taken from me. I’ve already lost my home, my pride, my very kingdom. If they believe they can replace you, I’ll make quick examples of their hubris. “ 

There’s another stab, the dirt flying as your jacket is torn asunder on the right side. You feel a breeze against your abdomen, small tears in your shirt exposing more of your skin. The fear that struck you made you frozen, slamming your eyes closed so you wouldn’t have to see the death blow coming. 

But it never does. 

Gentle fingers play with the tears made in the fabric over your skin. Ganondorf shudders as he feels the supple flesh against the pads of his large fingers. How warm. How soft and biteable. How utterly decadent. Your scent, your feel, the way you would look locked around his waist as he takes you for his own….

His fingers dip under a hole right below your chest, gently rubbing under one of your nipples. It elicits an undignified noise, shock making you stutter a gasp as your body betrays you and arches into his touch. Pert nipples show through whatever is left of your shirt, showing the King exactly what kind of effect he was having on you. 

He tears at the cloth, groaning in satisfaction as your bare chest is exposed, all for him to toy with. Humans have such delectably sensitive bodies, males and females alike. He wonders just how sensitive your body is. Could you climax just from this alone? Perhaps if he suckled and bit, mixing pleasure and pain? 

“Trying to push me away, yet your body is begging for me.” He mocks, dragging the flat of his tongue up your sternum as you shiver and shake. It was molten hot, the saliva cooling on your skin being the only reprieve from the enclosure's heat. You can’t wrap your head around what’s going on in his head, but it doesn’t take a genius to know where this is all heading. 

And what are you supposed to do when a being as handsome and powerful as him is about to enjoy taking you apart? 

Soft lips wrap around one of your budding nipples, sucking softly as the beast groans and starts to press his lower half against you, ever so slightly. Your mewls and pleas make his cock stir with want. You taste as divine as he had dreamt of, and are even more sensitive than he could have hoped. So easy to take apart, fitting perfectly in his much larger hands. 

There’s no way you two aren’t meant to be. 

He pulls away from your chest with a wet pop, dragging his tongue over the bud before blowing cool air, chuckling at how you squirm. Oh, how you toy with him. He’ll have to get you back for that. For all the time lost, not just bonding and mating from the get go. It’s mostly his fault, he should’ve known better than to think you were meant for anyone else. 

but the idea is that she works at this diner he always goes to, and they chit chat a lot. she’s new in town (like moved in a couple months ago), knows no one, just hangs out with her coworkers. neither her or gator make a move but they obviously like each other, and the other waitresses are like “oh my god girl stay away from the tillmans are you insane??” and she doesn’t want to date a customer anyways (or actually she just thinks he’d be interested in sex only and she definitely doesn’t want to bring that drama into work.) so at some point she goes out with some friends and starts seeing a guy but it’s some casual thing that turns sour fast and she gets rid of him. then finds out she’s pregnant. she’s out of work for like a week because she’s so sick, and gator is sad he goes to the diner and her smiley face isn’t there to give him coffee and listen to his stories. so when she’s back he asks her out and she’s like, “i really don’t want to do hookups with customers, i’m sorry.” and she walks away, doesn’t even give him a chance to explain or defend himself. she goes out by the alley, has one of the other girls give gator his bill because she’s hormonal and upset that this guy actually wants her and shes pregnant. gator finds her out there and he’s awkward and gator😭but he really enjoys talking to her and he doesn’t want his question to mess things up between them. she once again is like, “no, no, you didn’t…i just don’t sleep with customers.” and gator is quick to clear the air, “well i wanted to take you on a date and all that, ya think i just want to fuck?” and something about hearing that he actually wants to date her, makes her cry more. the poor man is so confused lol. she says, “i’m pregnant gator.” and he’s quiet for a minute and then goes, “but are ya single?”

they’re not gonna just start dating from that, because she’s still like, “you don’t want to date me, i’m literally pregnant with another man’s baby???” and he just doesn’t care, he likes her so much, and she thinks he’s literally insane. but he’s fucking persistent, and he wants to help her out if he can. he’s offering to go to the doctor with her and all this stuff like he’s the dad and she is so confused by him.

like i said there’s a lot i haven’t worked out yet completely, obviously this isn’t going to follow the plot of fargo lol, im not quite sure what im going to do with roy? like if he’s alive he’s like in jail or some shit. gator is trying to be better because he’s not under his dad’s thumb.

i think she might actually give him a chance at dating even though she still thinks he’s insane, after shes been having to skip work more and more because her morning sickness is so bad. he comes over at 7pm after his shift with groceries and her rent is paid?? and she’s like, “you don’t have to do this….its not even your baby.” she feels like she’s said this to him a million times. but gator just shrugs, “not gonna let ya starve and be homeless??” but then her morning sickness gets to the point where she can’t keep anything down at all, and she’s not at work day after day and he’s worried. so he goes over there (or maybe she calls him, not sure yet) and he honest to god thinks she’s dying (she’s not she just has that thing where her morning sickness is god awful, i can’t remember the term and i’m just typing this whole thing on my phone so). he takes her to the hospital to get fluids and something to help her quit puking and she looks less like she’s on death’s door and can keep food and water down. he stays the whole night, he calls off of work, he does all this stuff and they’re not even dating…it’s not even his baby! she still thinks it’s insane but she finally says yes on the date.

so yeah he ends up being the dad who stepped up!! and she honestly can’t believe that he wants her, it’s one thing before she’s showing but when she’s massive and he still wants her, and thinks she’s the hottest thing ever. he’s scared but also wants all this with her, but obviously he’s scared of screwing things up or being a bad dad or just doing the wrong thing. either way though, that’s his baby, he doesn’t give a fuck what dna says but he also wants to respect her wishes if she doesn’t want the baby to have his name and blah blah. (but the little babygirl ends up being a tillman lets be real here.)