How They Comfort You: Savanaclaw Edition

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How they comfort you: Savanaclaw edition

“Please wait awhile, I’ll find a way to make you smile.”

Jack x reader, Leona x reader, Ruggie x reader

Leona stays by your side.

He isn’t one to talk much, especially during moments like this. Sitting down beside you, he’ll lean into your side, head resting on your shoulders. Carmel locks brushing against your cheek, a tender caress.

He knows better then anyone the sting of emotions. The way negativity welled up deep in your gut, bubbling like water boiled for too long. Threatening to spill, scalding anything it comes in contact with.

So he’ll give you time. Time to cool down, to process whatever you’re feeling. But he’ll be by your side, every step of the way. Sometimes, he’ll drape his tail over your thighs, swishing it from the left to the right. If only to offer you something stable to hold during your emotional turmoil.

Take your time. He’s got all day for you.

Ruggie talks.

Contrary to Leona, he runs his mouth whenever he’s uneasy. A habit from his past, talking his way out of any trouble he inevitably finds himself in. Now, his words are for you. Talking mindlessly about anything and everything under the sun, trying to coax a laugh out of those trembling lips.

To be honest, he isn’t too sure what he’s saying, at this point. However, Ruggie will tailor his words to your reactions. It doesn’t matter what he says. As long you can smile, he’ll spin whatever outrageous tale you want.

Once you seem a little calmer, he’ll reach for you tentatively. Slipping his fingers into yours, clutching your hand gently. Squeezing ever so slightly, palm against your palm.

A silent reminder: you’re not alone. He’s here.

Jack holds you.

Arms wrapped around your torso, hands rubbing comforting circles into your lower back. He holds you in a bone-crushing embrace, engulfing you in his warmth. Head buried deep in his shoulder, body curled up against his.

He hugs you, as if you’re the last thing he’ll ever hug. Clutching you so tightly, like you’ll blow away with the slightest breeze. With you literally pressed against his body, Jack can feel all of you.

Every shaky breath, wafting over his skin. Every tremble of your arms, quaking against his hold. Every heartbeat, thumping against his chest. He holds you a little tighter with every beat, as if he could squeeze all the negativity out of your very soul.

It’ll be alright. He’s here for you.

Due to obvious issues, I didn't feel like doing something like this. . . But after a bit of reconsideration, I decided to cave and did this. . . Just this once tho!

In Twisted Wonderland, Yuu, "The Perfect Of Ramshackle," is forced to become the therapist of several men of NRC, getting into all sorts of situations & nearly dying on most occasions, all the while trying to get home. . .

But, I think it would be a hundred times sadder if Yuu was the biological child of the headmage(aka Crowley). . .

Imagine Yuu for a minute, no alive relatives, an only child, their mother passed & their father was "out of the picture. . ." Now in NRC, imagine them, searching, desperately trying to find a way home. . . only for them to find out. . . this is their home

i need sh, cutie and cam in one room. i know they besties

david is lana del rey

asher is taylor swift

milo is arctic monkeys

darlin is mitski

they are the four horsemen.

NPC "who do you think the hottest Yuurivoice and Redacted character is"

Me "the pizza boys"

NPC "well I like Aaron and Auron and not just cause their pretty I think their-"

Me

Mammon: I can live without you, you jerk!

MC: ...

MC: Okay. It seems that I have no reason now to decline Diavolo's offer to work in Demon Lord's Castle and live with them together with Barbatos.

Mammon: ...

Mammon: ...What?

MC: Just like what you've said, you can live without me. *smiles* I'm sure you'll be fine. Don't worry. I'll try to get in touch but it won't be that often.

Mammon: ...

Mammon: *starts to tear up*

MC: ...

MC: Mammon?

Mammon: eeeEEEEEEENNNNHHH!

MC: Mammon...

Mammon: *sniffles*

MC: You're really childish...

Mammon: Shuddup!

MC: *chuckles* *hugging him close* Stop crying now or Lucifer will tease you when he sees you.

Mammon: *sniffles* Hmph.