Hello beautiful can I get some hurt/comfort hcs with Kanaya Equius and Karkat please and thank you
[Kanaya/Equius/Karkat x reader hurt/comfort headcanons]
Warnings: Reader is sad, not specified by what. Karkat and Equius trying their best, Kanaya being the best one.
Word count: about 800ish
A/N; baby's first request,,,,, I am so sorry if this is shit CHAT PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE TO LEARN BETTER (ily queen thank u for the ask)
Kanaya:
Arguably the best troll you can go to, she's a Jade blood, she's kinda made for comfort, seeing what she does for the entire cast.
She's alot more tender with you though, treating you like glass when she leads you to her room on the meteor, moving to sit on the couch and pats her lap gently.
"Come."
"I'll be okay Kanaya, I don't want to bother you."
You look pitiful standing near the door, visible tear tracks staining your skin.
Kanaya raises a well groomed eyebrow, making a face.
"Do You Think I Would Offer Had I Not Wanted To?" She speaks, slightly offended you think she's doing this out of some pity.
She cares for you, it is a no brainer that she will be the first to step up to plate to help you. It's nonsense to think otherwise.
"...I don't know."
"Beloved, Come Here." Her voice leaves no room for argument, she's not gonna let you wallow in your pain by yourself.
Shuffling your way over, you move to curl up next to her, instinctively moving to place your head on her lap.
"You Can Talk To Me Or If You Rather, Let Me Comfort You Like This. Whichever You Prefer."
And with that, she starts to hum, some song Dave had been playing that she can't for the life of her remember but it seems to be doing the trick.
She doesn’t mention the puddle of tears accumulating on her skirt, simply rubbing circles on your back.
Equius:
He fucking s u c k s at it. Go to anyone else.
It's not for his lack of care or trying, he genuinely doesn't know how to comfort someone correctly, he's just used to bottling up his anger and destroying his bots.
The second he sees you hurt, physically? it's a no brainer, he passes you off to Nepeta and goes out for blood, one of the few times he doesn't hate his strength is when he can use it to protect his loved ones (you and Nep!) (MEOWRAILS BELOVED)
Emotionally though, god help him he's STUPID he's fucking repressed dude, not to mention he is afraid to even lay a hand on you. He knows the 'logical' thing would be to hold you, give you a hug, any comfort but he just locks up and stares at you with hands hovering in the air, sweating bullets.
Unfortunately you're gonna have to be blunt and tell him what you need, he takes well to orders, even if you're a human or a lowblood, he takes your word as law.
"Just...hold me. Please."
"I do not know if tha-"
You cut him off, eyes stinging with tears, exhaustion on your face apparent. It makes him sick, watching you curl into yourself, a blanket around your shoulders as you try and make yourself small.
"You make me feel safe, please Equius?"
"Understood."
Wrapping you in his arms with so much care, gently bringing your head to rest against his chest. Please don't imagine him smoothing your hair, desperately wanting you to calm down.
You can feel his blood pusher going 1000x beats a second and he tells himself to calm the fuck down.
Equius wishes he were stronger, more reliable to keep you safe from even emotional pain, but then you nuzzle into his chest, and he can feel your body relax against his, seeking his comfort over anyone else's.
So.
He must be doing something right.
Karkat:
Deep breath, my god he tries. He tries so fucking hard, his first instinct is to yell, to call whoever or whatever made you so upset a apeshitting scumbagass with a quickness realizes that shit, yelling isn't gonna help, especially if the flinch and the way your shoulders hitch up and you duck down.
Shit shit fucking shit dude.
"UH, I- FUCK. DUDE LOOK AT ME." Slapping his hands on your shoulders, gripping your shirt.
"Karkat let go." Your voice is small and he feels his acid tubes in his throat. You never tell him to leave.
"NO. YOURE CLEARLY FUCKING GOING THROUGH IT. LET ME. SHIT. HELP. COME HERE."
He's watched enough romcoms, surely SOMETHING has to work? Right? He's trying his best man.
None too gently forces your face to sit on his shoulder, clawed hands gently scratching your scalp in attempt to ground you.
You let out a whimper, feeling a fresh new set of tears flood in.
"I DON'T KNOW WHO DID IT. BUT FUCK THEM. DON'T LISTEN TO THOSE FUCKBAGGING KRINGLEFUCKING WASTE OF SPACES."
"But," He shooshes you, bringing up another hand push a finger against your lips. Eyes narrowed down at you, a blush on his grey cheeks at the close proximity you two are in.
"LET ME COMFORT YOU. DAMNIT."
He's so adamant that you can't help but smile softly, eyes softening.
For such an angry loudmouthed troll, he had so much love for you.

















