Can I Give Them A Squeeze? Please?

Can I give them a squeeze? Please?

Not my boy

Yunobo x reader

Warnings! Mention of drugs? (Like... Marbled Rock Roast), Yunobo wearing mask, a little rude Yuno, totk spoilers

I think that's all! Enjoy!

You ran home as fast as you could, wanting to snuggle up to your goron boyfriend as soon as possible. You've missed Yunobo incredibly, your kind, gentle goron.

You've been gone for a long time. The journey to your native village to your family took longer then you thought it would and when you came back you didn't understand anything. You got that something was wrong when, in the middle of the day, during working hours, one of the gorons was sitting on the ground. His eyes are red, and he keeps himself sitting only with help of the wall behind him. He didn't respond to your attempts to talk to him, so you decided to run to the city and call for help.

Goron City didn't look good either. Everyone is tired-lookig, and Bludo you met on the way only got worse with his back.

Old Goron just explained what happened. He told about new version of Rock Roast, about how the behavior of the Gorons has changed and about what happened to Yunobo.

Yunobo is the kindest and most sympathetic goron you've ever known. Your dear boyfriend. But the way Bludo described him doesn't look like him at all... rude, loud, boorish... This is not your Yunobo. Bludo also mentioned something about a mask...

"Try to talk to him. Maybe he'll listen to you..."

The old goron said with a heavy sigh.

And you immediately went to him, to the mine where he is now. Where he takes Marbled Rock Roast.

He was there. But it's not your Yunobo. Not the Goron you fell in love with.

"Hey! I told no one but me to come in here!" The young goron shouted at the whole mine, heading towards you with fast pace.

You crossed your arms, waiting for him at the exit with a frown on your face.

The president didn't keep you waiting long, stopping right in front of you with a smirk. His eyes seem to burn red under that damn mask.

"Welcome back, Goro! Oh? What's with the face? Aren't you happy to see me?" Said goron taking you by the chin.

You couldn't believe it was him. That the one who stands in front of you is your once gentle goron, who was afraid to hurt you and did not touch you that confidently.

"What's going on, Yuno? What's with the city? Why are the Gorons in such state?" You said, removing his hand from your face. His hands seemed unbearably hard for you right now.

Yunobo frowned.

"The Gorons are in perfectly fine. But there's something wrong with you"

You look at his displeased grin. His eyes shine with a dangerous flame, not the soft fire that you are used to.

"You're not Yunobo..." you said through your teeth.

Your boyfriend's face is twisted with anger.

"And what do you mean by that, huh?"

"That there's something wrong with you! Take your mask off!"

You reached for the mask, but he grabbed your wrist, squeezing it tightly.

"Don't touch... pf... Something wrong with me, Goro? With me?! You've been in your village for longer than you promised! It's not my fault that you missed all the changes! And now it's my fault?!" The young goron shouted angrily.

The skin on your wrist started to turn red from the way he squeezed your hand, forcing you to close your eyes.

"Stop, it hurts!"

Tears rolled from your eyes. Your gentle goron would never do that. He's not the one you love so much... Not your boy...

"Oh no, honey, that's not how things are done"

He sounded annoyed. Pulling you by the hand, he put you between him and the wall. One of the hands slid down on your thigh, squeezing tightly so that you would not have the opportunity to leave. He leaned forward, trapping you between his muscular body and the mine wall. The other hand stopped on the wall next to your head. A sneaky grin spread across his face. He leaned forward, whispering in your ear. His warm breath burns the skin of your neck, and no amount of Fireproof Elixir will help.

"We have to catch up on everything you missed during your absence, don't you agree, dear?"

Ah well... Requests are open.

Is yona available for requests?

Of course!

🫠I want him to hold me like that...

According to old post of @imaginethezeldaverse

I just want a strong goron to hold me in his rock-hard hands... Maybe warm bear hug...

Do I ask too much, universe??

Daruk x reader fic

Sorry for any mistake you could see. I finished it late at night before sleep and I will look through it again soon. Promise :) P.S. Already did, but still sorry if left anything wrong here.

Warning! Angst, mistakes during text, short

He was your friend. The best friend you could ever dream of. You've always wanted you to be something more. Maybe the couple that younger generations would laugh about and older people would smile sweetly at. Or maybe even a family. A happily married couple, with a couple of kids who look like both you and him. But you never had the courage to admit your feelings for the champion of the gorons. Daruk is blind to these things, he did not notice those little touches, blushes and smiles that you gave him. He didn't understand that you felt something for him, but he didn't want to spoil your friendship either.

Daruk was rarely in such a state when he did not know what he wanted and wasn't sure of the clarity of his mind. But with you. When you were laughing together or sharing stories that happened while he was training in leading Rudania, and you were doing your own business. Every time you awkwardly bent over, inadvertently showing off more than you should, he would blush like crazy man and turn away.

At such moments, he got lost, strayed from the path he wanted to follow with you. Daruk was worried that you were making him feel feelings that he had never thought existed among gorons.

But he didn't want to ask for help. The Great Daruk decided that he would figure it out himself.

Calamity has come. You never told him how you felt, but you swore you'd tell him when he would come back after the fight. So did he.

You and the gorons watched as he entered the divine beast. No one then could have imagined that the indestructible goron warrior would never leave the mechanism again, along with the rest of the champions.

You've been waiting. You was ready to wait as long as it would took to tell him something important.

And Daruk fought. Fought fiercely not only for the sake of duty, but also for your sake. Just to tell you 3 simple words that would make you dance with joy.

But that didn't happen.

None of you had time to say these seemingly simple 3 words to each other. For all the time that you've been around, you haven't been able to. And now. Being on 2 different sides of the same world, you regret that you did not say them. None of you could have guessed that it was mutual. But you don't care. You just want to relieve the weight that hung on your heart.

It is painful for you to see Rudania. It hurts to look at the huge mechanism walking on the volcano. After all, your heart felt that he was still there. Still inside, separated from the others. Alone.

And then finally you decided to confess.

The pain in your chest was unbearable when you made a flying flashlight and lit a candle inside sending it into the sky.

The flashlight flew up to Rudania, which was frozen at that moment, and landed right on her roof.

The spirit of the champion appeared nearby. Daruk bent down to examine the object that was in his beast - the prison of his soul.

On the side of the flashlight is your signature and one simple phrase that made the great warrior burst into tears like a small child.

"I love you"

You can make requests if you have ideas, because I don't have those...