Yesss okok so could I get the hugging + praising the memory au boys for Love1, f, Springfield, sieg and anyone else of ur choice? Tysm!!
He nearly flinches when you first hug him, afraid that the pressure will hurt. It takes a second to process the distinct lack of pain, which is unfortunately plenty of time for you to feel how thin and tense he is underneath the vague padding of ill-fitting, slightly oversized clothes. Soon enough, however, Love1 is struggling not to lean into your far-too-gentle hold; being praised by you leaves him embarrassingly unsteady and visibly overwhelmed.
The hug has him going tense against you with a startled little squeak. F wants to ask why you're being so affectionate all of a sudden, but he's stuttering too badly to get the words out. The praise is even worse— he can feel his face going red-hot with every sweet word, so overwhelmed that it's hard to tell if he wants to curl up and hide or bask in Master's attention while it lasts. It's a small mercy that you can't see his lovedrunk expression like this.
He'll be burying a tear-damp face against your shoulder in no time, melting into the hug with a whimper-like sigh of bliss. Springfield doesn't know what he did to deserve this, but hearing his Master's praise erodes any hesitation he had left; he thanks you profusely in between shaky sobs, clutching at your shirt all the while, like he's scared you might pull away. Despite some self-consciousness, he wants such a wonderful reward to last for as long as you'll allow.
He stiffens up at first, equal parts wary and flustered, but lacks the self-restraint not to melt into the hug soon enough. Your praise has Siegblut's face going hot so fast it leaves him nearly dizzy— and he's so desperate for your approval that the embarrassment hardly matters, in comparison. And rather than suspecting your intentions or hearing potential mockery in every word, like this, he accepts the apparent reward with hardly a moment of distrust or doubt.
He's sorely tempted to pull away from the hug; such gentle handling makes Carcanore horribly uncomfortable... especially when the way-too-sweet praise that comes next has his heart twisting up with something dangerously close to joy. Weapons don't need to be rewarded for serving their purpose, but this one scrap of spoiling melts away all logic with mortifying ease. All he can do is stand there and awkwardly endure it until you're done.
