A/N: This is my first team villain fic, and it will probably be OOC because I haven't read too many others to know how to characterize everyone. Sheik is my go-to character in HW, and I got the idea for this fic when I beat the last giant boss and the team was standing around in celebration. I thought "man, Sheik looks like she fits in". But of course I adore team villain shipping so I wanted to give it a try.
I don't know if Sheik will get intimate with anyone yet, but I do know for sure that the boys are intimate with each other. Sheik's part may just be romantic, we'll see where this goes. Think of her right now as the team kitty. I'm using the female Sheik from HW, not the trans Sheik from SSB or the male Sheik from OOT. But I love all Sheik. :3
Ganondorf strode through the hoard of bulblins, making no second glances at the commanders he struck down along the way. Ghirahim had run off to the north saying something about "aesthetic", and Zant was playing with a giant dodongo, leaving the Gerudo king to capture the settlements on his own.
Shucking another lizalfos from his blade, Ganondorf spotted a group of bulblins hovering in front of a large gate to the northwest, watching their fellows in arms being slaughtered. "Hmph. You rightfully cower before me, but even a child would aid their allies." Unleashing a blast attack wiped out the unit, and he discovered why they were hiding- they were guarding a prison.
"A prison? Excellent. You will serve me in exchange for your release," he barked as the stalchildren and darknuts vacated the prison around him. He was ready to turn back, when he saw a lump of gold and gray laying on the ground. Small pointed ears stuck out from golden hair, and a few toes from gray cloth.
"...Why is a human inside a monster prison?" he asked, watching the person sit up and rub their eyes. They turned around and looked at him, and he discovered it was a girl.
"I'd be in the way, otherwise. A disguise doesn't work if the real person shows up," she answered, dusting off her face and studying the Gerudo. "Are you releasing me?"
"That depends. Who imprisoned you?" Ganondorf looked the girl over. She had the appearance of a Sheikah (save the golden hair, rare for their kind), and though she wore naught but an oversized prisoner's tunic, he could see lean muscle suited for battle.
"Queen Zelda of Hyrule," the girl mumbled, surprised when the Gerudo sneered. "Uh... I used to work for her general, but I made a few mistakes. Namely preventing the theft of an enchanted ring from Eldin Caves... This punishment is too harsh though. Having my identity stolen and then thrown in a pen to be ravaged by skeletons... Worse than death."
A Sheikah on his side could be beneficial. "If you want freedom from this cage, you must earn it in battle. My men could use a scout. Your life is now mine to do with as I please. Disobey, and it will be forfeit." He began to leave, until a tug on his arm stopped him.
"Yes, I'll be your scout, Master Gerudo. But, um... have you any spare cloth I could fashion into shoes? All of my possessions were stripped from me and the sand is really hot..." Ganondorf turned around and saw that she had already ripped a strip from the tunic to shield her face from the desert wind, but it left her long legs and feet uncovered. One look at her porcelain skin was enough to know she'd be burnt to a useless crisp within the hour.
He used his magic to summon a bodysuit and boots for her. "Consider yourself as my possession now. The desert sun is unforgiving to pale skin like yours and I will not come to your aid should it be overwhelming."
"...I'm not 'you', I'm Sheik," she mumbled as she donned the suit and made the remains of the tunic into a turban, quickly regretting her quip when the king slapped her across the face. He started to yell at her for talking back, but a wail from the east cut him off.
"YAAAAAH! Ow, ouchies! Master, HELP!"
"Help? Aren't you a king in your own right? And you need help from me?" Ganondorf scoffed and ran off, arriving in time to find the giant dodongo chewing on Zant. He leapt into the air and drove his swords through its skull, causing the Twili to fall free.
"Oh, Master, forgive me for such weakness! It won't happen again!" Zant groveled as his master pulled his swords from the carcass. He was thrashing around in pain from trying to get up, until Sheik appeared and started examining his wounds. "Huh? Who's this? What are you doing? Stop touching MEEE!"
"I'm Sheik, and I'm trying to heal you. Quit moving!" Ganondorf watched, amused as the Twili fidgeted in response to Sheik's ministrations. Finally she had enough of his squirming and smacked him over the face, causing him to blanch and Ganondorf to laugh.
Perhaps his new possession would come in handy. "Allow her to heal you, then rendezvous with Ghirahim in the Arbiter's Keep. We have aeralfos to destroy."
"So what is she here for?" Ghirahim asked, eyeing Sheik as she healed a fresh set of injuries Zant received in the battle with Gohma and Manhandla. He was not pleased with how much she was touching his Twili.
"She will serve as our scout and healer until we reach Hyrule Castle. She hasn't given me reason to trust her beyond that point," Ganondorf answered, turning to his strategy map. The sun had gone down, and the team took up shelter inside the Arbiter's Grounds. Ghirahim walked away from the battles with little more than a nosebleed, but Zant got caught in a seed attack.
When Sheik finished wrapping Zant, Ghirahim picked him up and teleported away with a protective scowl on his face. Sheik shrugged it off (she knew jealousy when she saw it) and watched Ganondorf plan his next attack, her eyes eventually drifting to his armor in the corner. It was covered in gouges, some with a faint magical glow. "...You are an enemy of Hyrule? Is that why you're planning to charge the castle?"
"Stupid girl..." he muttered without looking up. "You claim to have worked for their general, yet you know nothing of the great Ganondorf?"
"I've heard stories, of a male Gerudo who once devastated the land, but he was weak and therefore sealed away..."
"Seals break," he said with a pound to the table. "So do the bones of little Sheikah girls who can't hold their tongues. You'll keep watch outside and spend the night on the cold ground as punishment. I don't want you back inside the compound until the moblins I've sent for arrive."
Sheik shivered outside the Arbiter's Grounds. It was as hot as Demise's fire during the day, but now it was colder than Snowpeak in December. When the moblins finally arrived she scurried into the keep, hurrying to see if the fire Ganondorf had started in his study was still going. Of course it was out. She didn't dare rekindle it for fear of punishment, so instead she roamed around looking for another source of heat.
A noise startled her as she passed one of the rooms, and saw that the door was open a crack. She identified the source before even reaching the door, Zant was whining in his sleep. But the real surprise came when she peeked in. By candlelight she could see a mane of red hair covering the head of the bed, mingled with a splash of white and a touch of blue-gray skin- Ganondorf lay in the middle, with Ghirahim and Zant tucked under each arm. Clothing was tossed all over the floor, and even with the low lighting, a few fresh bruises were visible along the sword spirit's neck and shoulders. Their meaning was obvious.
Aww... So that's why he rushed to help Zant in battle. Sheik quietly tiptoed back the way she came, careful not to wake them. She had no idea their relationship was this deep.
"Healer girl, wake up."
Sheik grumbled at the call, having just fallen asleep an hour prior. She ignored the second try, but jumped up when the third was delivered through a kick to her backside.
"What the hell are you doing sleeping in the middle of the Master's strategy room?" Ghirahim impatiently tapped his foot as he awaited her answer. "Even the dullest moblin would know to sleep on a chair or a pallet!"
"I didn't have a blanket and this was the warmest place..."
"Whatever. Hurry and fetch something to make for breakfast. We can't have the Master planning his march on Hyrule with an empty stomach."
Sheik got up and did as he asked, though it was quite a tough order to fulfill. Few nutritious plants grew in the desert, and the only meat available was that of the leever. Unless he was willing to eat one of his own moblins, Ganondorf was not getting a hearty meal.
She came back with a basket of heart berries found along the trail to the keep, and had been lucky enough to find a stray lizalfos. Hopefully the men didn't object to eating its tail.
"Where have you been?" Ganondorf asked when Sheik returned to the keep. He and the boys were gathered around a map of the Valley of Seers. "I don't recall giving you permission to go on a scavenger hunt."
"Your breakfast," she mumbled, exhausted from lack of sleep. Zant came over and took her outstretched basket, jumping for joy at the lizalfos tail.
"Ooo, Master, fresh lizalfos! And some of those hearts you like, Ghira! She found a good stock! I'll cook these up for us. It will be meager for four, but I'll see what I can..."
"Three," Ghirahim corrected, and Sheik kept her head down. She had a feeling she wouldn't get any of the meal, but it still hit her. It was a brief hurt, though, because Zant spoke up in her defense.
"No, Ghira, four. She is one of us now and she healed me up quicker than you could have. Besides, her kind can't survive without sustenance as long as you or I could. Why do I need to feed a sword, anyway? You're just jealous she was touching me yesterday..."
"Boys."
The two quit fighting once their master spoke, and disappeared to prepare the meal. Ganondorf came and stood over Sheik, frowning at her lack of alertness. "What good is a scout who can't even see straight? Perhaps you should have been sleeping instead of spying on us last night."
Sheik looked up, puzzled. "Spying? I wasn't spying... I stood guard until the moblins came like you told me to."
"Yes, and then you came inside and watched us as we slept. We are not your entertainment, girl."
Oh crap, he was awake? "I'm sorry, I wasn't watching you on purpose. I was just looking for some warmth, and when I walked past I heard Zant moaning so I peeked in to see if he was okay, but then I realized I made a mistake so I left and I..."
Sheik's rambling was interrupted when Ganondorf pressed a finger to her lips. "Prove yourself useful, Sheik, and you may earn that same privilege."