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stolen-pen-name23 · 2 years ago
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can i please have chronically exhausted obi-wan constantly wearing himself thin and it starts to concern everyone and someone needs to guide him to bed and give him some hot cocoa and pet his hair (greying from stress) back from his face & he needs to be treated so gently please
Hello Anon and thank you for this prompt! I am SO SORRY it has taken me so long. It's been sitting in my inbox for literal months, but I finally put something together for it!
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The thing about Obi-Wan Kenobi is he won’t willingly show anyone how hard the war is on him — how badly he’s taking it all. 
Though he is a skilled and cunning warrior, that part of him is the part he resents the most. He loathes the clever strategist and despises the skilled swordsman. He takes no pride in his achievements in battle — not when he’s experienced so many losses. 
It is this side of himself he can’t stand to be alone with. 
The latest battle was a bad one — ultimately successful, but Obi-Wan doesn’t consider any battle a success. Not really. So when he stumbles back into his quarters on board The Negotiator, he doesn’t stay long. He stays long enough to wash the dirt and grim and blood spatter off of his skin, but he leaves as soon as he possibly can. 
His men walk through the halls and he can sense their somber moods before they can even pause in their strides to salute him. 
He’s always hated the gesture. 
Exhaustion clings to his bones, but he doesn’t dare go back to his quarters. Besides, he has plenty of work to do. Even if he wanted to crawl into his bunk, he knows it would not be the responsible choice. Briefings and reports await him, as does the latest batch of death certificates he needs to sign. 
He makes his way to a meeting room near the bridge and settles in for a night of paperwork meant to sum up the events that would never truly leave Obi-Wan’s mind. 
His datapad flickers to life and he squints at the bright blue light before his eyes adjust and he sets to work. 
The progress he makes seems minuscule as the never-ending reports keep coming in for him to fill out. He yawns a few times and rubs his dry eyes, but manages to stay awake and work on his reports.
Until someone clears their throat.
Startled, Obi-Wan looks up sharply before he realizes it’s Cody that stands before him. A small voice in the back of his head wonders why he didn’t sense Cody appear as soon as he was within fifty feet of him, but he shelves the thought for another time. 
“Hello Commander,” Obi-Wan says. His voice comes out hoarse from disuse. 
“General,” Cody says, almost tentative. “I think you should go to bed.”
“What about you?” Obi-Wan deflects. “You were in the battle just as I was and here you stand. If I need my rest then so do you.”
“Sir, I have rested. It’s morning.” 
Obi-Wan blinks in surprise. It’s so hard to tell when morning and night begin and end when traveling through hyperspace. Just another aspect of this war he cannot stand. 
“I didn’t realize,” Obi-Wan says honestly. Though, even if he did, he’s not sure he would have returned to his quarters anyway. He runs a hand through his grey-flecked hair, smoothing it back and out of his eyes. 
“It’s alright. I know yesterday was… difficult.”
“It’s always difficult,” Obi-Wan says, more to himself than to Cody, yet sympathetic eyes stare back at him. 
“I know,” Cody says softly. “We’ve all been there, General.” 
Though the words are meant to be empathetic, they only make Obi-Wan feel colder. He doesn’t want Cody to feel the way he does. He doesn’t want anyone to feel the way he does. 
“What I’m trying to say…” Cody begins, seemingly picking up on Obi-Wan’s thoughts, “What I’m trying to say is that you’re not alone in this. Just cause you’re the General doesn’t mean you aren’t one of us — one of our brothers.”
Something in Obi-Wan threatens to crack open. He keeps his composure, but he knows how much those words mean. He knows better than most the value of brotherhood. 
“Thank you,” Obi-Wan says softly, holding Cody’s gaze and hoping he understands just how much he means it. 
“Of course, General.” Cody nods his head to the door. “Ready to go to your quarters now?”
“Yes, I think I am.” Obi-Wan stands, but a wave of dizziness hits him. He sways on his feet, unsteady until a firm grip grabs his arm and holds him upright. 
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine. No need for concern,” Obi-Wan says, waving him off.
Cody frowns but doesn’t fight him. His grip loosens, but Cody doesn’t let go of Obi-Wan the entire way to his quarters. Obi-Wan finds he doesn’t mind. 
When they get to his door, a sudden wave of dread crashes over him. 
“Cody,” Obi-Wan chokes. His mouth is so dry he can barely speak his Commander’s name. “I can’t be here… I can’t be here alone.” 
“I can stay with you if you’d like?” 
Obi-Wan’s cheeks redden in humiliation, but he can’t bring himself to turn down Cody’s offer. Cody follows him inside.
Only when he lays eyes on his bed does he realize how exhausted he truly is. He sags down into it, even with his boots still on his feet. 
“Goodnight, General,” Cody says.
“Goodnight,” Obi-Wan murmurs.
In the morning, he finds himself covered in a blanket he didn’t have before, his boots set neatly on the floor, and his Commander watching over him at his side
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cassandracain52 · 6 months ago
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Reverse trope
where instead of the Bats forgetting that they’re adopted (something actual adoptees do on occasion and is hilarious) they forget that some of them *cough Damian cough* aren’t
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Jason in the heat of a probably ridiculous argument: Yeah well YOU’RE adopted!
Tim just as invested in said argument: So are YOU! We all are!
Damian who had previously been quietly watching this unfold while he drank his tea: Actually I’m not
Tim and Jason who didn’t realize he was there but are already DoneTM: …… Damian continuing to sip his tea entirely unbothered: :)
Damian: Because I’m not an orphan-
Jason: ok, yoU KNOW WHAT-
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or like in their group texts (that we know they have thanks to Nightwing (2016) #79)
*Steph changed the group chat name to “Bruce Wayne’s Personal Orpanage”*
Jason: Really?
Steph: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Steph: It’s the truth Damian: Both my parents are very much alive
Steph: Shhh you don’t count
Cass: Mine too Duke: Technically so are mine
Barbara: I still have a dad so there’s that
Steph: YOU GUYS ARE RUINING THE JOKE
Tim: Stephanie aren’t BOTH of your parents alive???
Steph: KNOW WHAT? FINE
*Steph changed the group chat name to “The Technicality Police”*
Tim: well that’s more accurate at least
Steph: :)
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Damian in his 10th argument with Tim of the day: That’s- this is-
Tim in full Antagonizing Big Brother mode: I’m listening
Damian -a Gen Z and best friend to Jon Kent- extremely frustrated: This is such Motherless behavior!
Tim taken aback: [voice cracking] W-what-?
Damian who didn’t mean to say that but doubling down anyway because his bloodline doesn’t believe in admitting mistakes: THIS! This is such Motherless behavior!
The rest of the family who is also motherless: :O
Cass whose been spending way too much time with Meme Queen Stephanie Brown and not involved in the argument but finding it entertaining regardless: [nodding along seriously] Facts
Tim: [visibly betrayed] CASS WHAT-
A video copy of the interaction gets sent out anonymously to the entire family. Barbara is the prime suspect but there is no proof as of yet (and they will never find any)
Steph, Cass, and Duke continue to respond “Motherless behavior” everytime one of the bats does something they deem questionable/insane. It is said often
It only stops when one night in the middle of patrol. Batman is in full Dark Knight mode (possibly in the middle of threatening someone) and descends from the ceiling into the middle of a warehouse drug deal, dark cape billowing out behind him-
and Steph just automatically whispers “Motherless behavior” forgetting her com was still very much on
She immediately realizes what she said and frantically apologizes but it’s too late.
Bruce just- Blue Screens. Completely stunned into silence
Dick -who was unfortunate enough to be the one teamed up with Batman tonight- is fighting for his life to choke back his laughter
Jason doesn’t even try to stop his and has collapsed to his knees from lack of air from how hard he’s laughing. Cass try’s half heartedly patting his back to help to no avail
The criminals are terrified into surrender from The Red Hood just laughing hysterically at seemingly nothing while Batman just Stands There
Damian ends up being the only one still functioning enough to continue arresting everyone, though he is privately amused and strangely proud
Tim and Barbara have saved both the com recordings and cowl footage to at least three different servers and sent it to absolutely everyone before Batman even recovers
Duke finds out second hand the next morning and is furious he missed the chance to see it in person. He declares he is moving to the nightshift so it doesn’t happen again. (He is all talk and goes to bed by 9 pm)
Bruce bans the phrase for life and promises swift and server punishment to anyone who dares to use it again
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isjasz · 9 months ago
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[Day 238]
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ME WHEN I GET A FULL BLOWN FIC INSPIRED BY MY ART AND MAKE A FULL PAGE COMIC OUT OF IT HOW WE FEELING💥💥💥💥💥
Explodes this still feels like a fever dream hi so @definitelynotshouting this absolutely batshit insane guy wrote "honey it's starting to storm" INSPIRED BY THIS ART FROM CHRISTMAS. I need to yell about it more istg this is the W of the century. Guys please it's so good go read it go read go rea
Emphasis GO READ IT👉
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hoshiina · 7 months ago
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— a guy asks for your number ft. hoshina, narumi, reno
warnings: mentions dick and profanities in hoshina's
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mossymandibles · 1 year ago
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Here’s sort of an introduction to the beginnings of Kraw finding Gen. This would probably be a week or so after Gen was able to leave Sylvaine’s care.
Kraw feels a little optimistic about officially deciding to take her under his wing, knowing very little about her…condition. It also terrifies him, giving him second thoughts on how well she’ll do with others.
I guess I was set on doing this because I wanted to kind of show a little of the relationships he’s made within the Marrowtide community, starting with Ellie and her fam. He’s had to work pretty hard to be accepted as anything other than dangerous by the locals. There’s a LOT on that I wanna share too. WHEW
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iizuumi · 5 months ago
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Guess Narumi isn't getting any paperwork done ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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freaky-flawless · 19 days ago
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I'm reading Frankenstein, and the Monster is outright described as being yellow, so I'm curious about where the depiction of him being green came from.
However, I'm absolutely tickled by the idea of him being yellow while his bride is blue, to make Frankie's green.
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urfavcrime · 3 months ago
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dsmp is still SO insane to me. still not completely convinced it wasn't a social experiment. it is something that can never be replicated again due to the really specific circumstances that attributed to it's creation and popularity
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cheianimatez · 7 months ago
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Doubts (Gaming x GN!Reader) (SAGAU IMPOSTER AU)
(Might be a bit OOC, pls correct me 🥲)
"G-Gaming...?"
Gaming's body froze, you knew his name. He lowered his weapon, his doubts coming back to his mind. Ever since everyone was given an order to kill the "imposter" by their "Divine Creator", he thought "Why the heck would we hunt someone just because they have the same face as them, that's a bit cliche 🫤", but he can't defy his god, for he fears punishment.
But you, you knew his name, like you personally knew him, unlike the one on the throne.
"You're not going to kill me...?"
His thoughts got interrupted by your voice, sensing fear in it. He sighed.
"Honestly, despite everyone claims you impersonated Our Grace, you never did anything wrong at all. You also knew my name, unlike the one on the throne who didn't knew me at all, or maybe anyone else"
You looked at him, your fear dwindling down but still kept your guard.
"Yeah, probably that. In fact, I literally appeared here, then everyone started hunting me, like bro, do I look like I'm going to do some heinous crimes that they don't think their Grace or whatever the heck they call them would do?"
Gaming tried his best to hold his laugh. Somehow, even in tough times, you surprisingly have humor (even speaking his language /j). Maybe that kept you sane while you're being hunted down or something.
Then they heard voices. It's the Milileth. Gaming looked at the "imposter", suddenly feeling bad for them.
And that's when he decided to be against the order, deciding his own fate by himself
"Hey, what are you- UHH WHAT THE F--"
Gaming them immediately gave you a glare to shut you up.
"Oi, quiet! I'm going to help this time because who the frick would order people to kill someone just because they have the same face as them?!"
You looked at him in disbelief. He's helping you? But I guess you should be grateful this time, the last time someone helped you is Bennett, Fischl, Razor, and Mona helping you to escape Mondstadt, then you got killed by the Acting Grandmaster Jean, returned home to your world, then managed improved your life there until you fell asleep at the end of the day, only to find yourself you respawned in Liyue, and now the Milileth, the Qixing, heck even the Geo Archon started chasing you! And I guess I could say it's enough for you to slowly develop distrust against anyone. Until this guy started to help you.
"I'm going to take you to my house. My father will probably understand my doubts of this... order..."
You stayed silent as Gaming carried you on the back away from the hunters, safely hidden from them.
"You know, I really wanted to go home. I had known these types of events that would happen in this world when I came, but I half didn't expect this sht would happen to me. I don't want godhood, I don't want to become a god higher than the Archon, I don't like how really submissive but blind these people are when it comes to faith on their beloved "Creator". All I wanted is a perfectly normal life, here in Teyvat, and now I wanted to go back home because of what I suffered..."
Okay, now he felt really bad. You didn't deserved this! He felt thankful for following his guts.
"Anyways, Gaming, did you know I actually laughed at your voiceline about your troubles? Like the way you said "How much?!" and "I'm not paying for a few extra wet wipes!" got me rolling! Oh, and your thoughts on Qiqi, it's so wholesome! I'm glad Qiqi gets the respect she deserves..."
To be honest, when he brought you to his house, he is already flustered about how much you knew him, praised him, heck even he heard you said a lot people from your world liked him because of his personality. Gaming could feel like jumping to the atmosphere, he felt being recognized.
Meanwhile, you feel your trust coming back again, and it's directed towards the guy whom everyone in the fandom called him the "sunshine boi".
And you're quite thankful that he's not blind like those rodents (blinder than Dora the Explorer lol 💀)
"You know, I feel... happy about how much you knew me and praised me. I feel recognized unlike Our Grace for not answering our prayers."
"Anyways, want some dim sum? 😃"
ISTG THIS GUY IS MAKING OUR DAYS BETTER 😭😭💖💖💖
Yo, this is my first time writing a one shot in Tumblr. I usually write the stories on my notebook at school, and maybe sometimes post in Wattpad (I'm barely active there anymore, just only used it for reading purposes-)
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brewstersbru · 3 months ago
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Makeup post #2, have some scogan with feral logan :)
Day 13: Scott Summers/Logan Howlett
"Settle." Scott's voice is low, but powerful as he approaches a twitchy Logan.
No one is sure what happened, just that one minute he had been rolling his eyes at Scott's lecture about going off on his own, and the next, he was bristling, baring his fangs and pulling back to hide in the ruins of the building they'd just evacuated.
Logan growls at him and snaps his teeth, twice. Scott ignores the threat and shoots a hand out to grasp at the back of his neck, like scruffing a kitten. This doesn't happen often, not nearly so much recently, but over time Scott's learned it's best to swiftly assert dominance when Logan's like this. Otherwise he doesn't know what to do with himself, and that can be dangerous.
As expected, Logan's shoulders slump immediately, a low baying whine escapes from his clenched teeth.
Scott presses his thumb further into the base of his neck. Finally, Logan quiets.
"Good. Let's go."
It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it.
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thepunkmuppet · 6 months ago
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HE WAS A BAD GURL HE DID SOME BAD THINGS?!?!?!!!??
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homochihuahua · 2 years ago
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zrllosyn-art · 5 months ago
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I almost forgot to post this but.
CONGRATS TO NARU FROM ESCAPING MANGA ONLY JAIL
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slyvester101 · 4 months ago
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After everything that happened with Crunchbite (the bastard) and Junior’s probably horrific and painful birth, I imagine Tucker is more than a little wary about letting strangers near him.
He gets this hollow feeling in his gut when he’s around people he doesn’t know, gets an itch in his skin if he’s touched by someone he doesn’t trust. His throat tightens and his heart squeezes and his hands shake. He’s not able to sleep well around strangers, has to keep his back to the wall or else he’s waking every five minutes to make sure no one’s snuck up behind him.
He spends his whole diplomacy curled up in a ball in the corner of his room with Junior tucked under his chin, keeps his distance from the soldiers stuck on his missions and keeps them away with sharp smiles and horrible flirting that would make anyone cringe away.
At the desert temple, when he’s all alone with nothing but hostiles banging on the door, Tucker laments in how much he misses touch, misses the freedom of being able to hug someone without fear of harm, of being able to know if a touch was friendly or manipulative. He misses Blood Gulch. He misses blue team. He misses his son.
Even after Sidewinder, Tucker still isn’t in the clear, isn’t allowed some respite with his team because the latest member is yet another Freelancer who was chasing to kill them not even less than twenty-four hours ago.
His skin is buzzing the whole time they’re being shown around their new base by Caboose, his heart not settling despite the action being long over, his brain screams as someone grabs his shoulder. He screams out loud too, it seems, because the hand is pulling back quickly and a soft apologetic voice is echoing through his head.
“Are you okay?”
“Don’t fucking touch me, asshole.” Tucker all but hissed before he stormed away, unwilling to let this new prick see the way his hands shake and the way his face has gone pale.
He hates it. He hates it. He hates how he can’t even stand close to the fucker without feeling ill, can’t help but track his every movement and every word for some kind of malice or cruel intent.
He finds none.
He’s kind to Caboose, politely nodding along to whatever he rants about and keeping him out of trouble with much kinder words that Church was probably physically incapable of speaking. He’s kind to Tucker even though he’s been nothing but a paranoid asshole the whole time they’ve been at Valhalla, never taking offense to the distance Tucker puts between them and respecting whatever lines Tucker draws.
It takes a long time for him to feel comfortable enough to let Washington touch him, not quite as long to start giving him shit like he would’ve with Church. Slowly and cautiously, they fall into a groove that’s uniquely theirs and Tucker feels like he can finally breathe in his own goddamn house.
His trust in Wash is cemented when Carolina comes into the picture and constantly steps in as a barrier between the two, Washington knowing that Carolina would try to scruff or yank Tucker around for his big mouth and that Tucker would probably rip her hand off if she tried. He’s the only reason the two aqua soldiers don’t kill each other. That fact becomes undoubtedly true when Wash choses Tucker over Carolina, pointing his gun at her as she threatens Tucker.
Caboose was always a steady presence to the chaos in his head, the gentle giant sometimes being the only reason Tucker didn’t fall apart at the seams while he cried his fears into his chest, but Wash is a different kind of support that Tucker didn’t know he needed, one he doesn’t think he’s ever had.
It doesn’t stop him from getting that itch in his skin when he’s surrounded by strangers, it doesn’t stop the sick feeling he gets when he wakes up from a nightmare, it doesn’t make everything better.
But Tucker thinks, kind of incredulously, that maybe he can finally be safe with these two by his side. Maybe, just maybe, he can really let his guard down and have someone else watch his back.
Maybe he can finally let someone in.
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strayheartless · 3 months ago
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*Genesis crying to Andrea Rodea about Angeal spending all his time training Zack*
Genesis: *sob* I let this happen you know? The new sword, the extra training, dying his greys The lies!
Andrea: *passes tissues* yes yes, he attempts to relive the past.
Genesis: Now I’m Loosing him! *sob*
Andrea: What are you TaLkInG about?!
Genesis: Hm?! *blows nose*
Andrea: You are THE CRIMSON COMMANDER! My gods, PULL🗞️YOURSELF🗞️TOGETHER🗞️ what will you do?! Is- is- is this a QUESTION?! You will show him that you remember he is Mr Dreams and Honour! And you will remind him who you are!
Genesis: *shocked*
Andrea: Well, you know where he is! Go, confront the problem. Fight. WIN!😈
Genesis: *snot covered, tear stained and too stunned for words*
Andrea, calmer: And call me when you get back darling, I enjoy our visits.💅🏻
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starsetven · 6 months ago
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(might have already sent this, sorry I have a bad memory sometimes) How would they (mostly the two silly ‘little’ yans) react to an MC who is very physically affectionate? In the way that they’ll ask people how comfortable they are with being touched and based on what they say will casually hold hands/hug/gently touch them all the time (gives those ‘I feel so safe and loved, I'm going to start to cry’ hugs T0T) <3
Vic
Vic would feel elated!
The second you expressed you’re a physically affectionate person, Vic wouldn’t hold back his own affectionate gestures.
Knowing you’re an extremely affectionate person would bring out Vic’s own affectionate side, so he’d constantly find ways to hold you, trailing his hands up and down your side, as he keeps you close to him. There wouldn’t be a moment where he wasn’t touching you. Somehow, someway, that man would slink his arms around your body to keep you close to his.
He’d be less anxious to be affectionate with you, constantly seeking your touch without hesitation.
He’d be overjoyed that you were so affectionate!! So long as he was the only one you were this affectionate with..! :)
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Avery
Avery would feel conflicted.
Avery is typically an affectionate person themselves, but he sometimes feels overwhelmed by prolonged physical contact.
But god did they love it when you touched them. Despite being overstimulated from time to time, they never grew weary from your touch. They felt energized after you hugged them, wanting nothing more than to feel your embrace again.
He tries to play it cool, not wanting to read too far into your physical affection. They’re just happy to have you as a friend! He doesn’t wanna ruin your friendship!
But anytime your fingers brushed over his, he couldn’t help but harbor selfish desires.
Tyler
He’d be a little scared- unsure of how to navigate a relationship with you.
You’d definitely have to give him adequate warnings and ask him for permission, otherwise he’s headed for the hills /hj
Tyler genuinely enjoys affection, he just needs mental preparation before cuddling or hand holding.
His nervous system is so unregulated that touch can be physically painful :(
So just give him time, and he’ll happily accept your affection.
Link
Is he dreaming? He must be. God if he is, he never wants to wake up.
Link is on cloud nine. He could never imagine his life to be more fulfilling. Every time you hugged him, his heart would skip a beat. He couldn’t help but breathe in your scent anytime you cling to his body. He hugs you tightly, holding you as long as you hold him.
He’d cup your face into his oversized hands upon greeting, making sure to leave an ever so soft kiss to your temple. His lips would always linger as he pressed gentle kisses into your skin.
Link would match your energy, reveling in the attention you gave him.
Seeing you affectionate with others stirred deep feelings he couldn’t quite comprehend. Anytime you’re with someone else, he’ll intervene-
Long arms snake around your shoulders, and for a moment he holds you close to his chest. He can’t help himself, he can’t stand to see someone undeserving receive your loving touch.
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