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Hey! Just stumbled on your blog and I love it! Anyways, got any hcs for the type of hugs servants would give to their Master if something was wrong with them and they really needed it? Just pick a few - I don't need you to go through every servant.

Hmmm... Who could I go for hugs from right now? Gosh you really left this open for me, anon. I guess I’ll use some Servants I RP as.

Hugs From Servants

Charles-Henri Sanson tentatively opens his arms with an embarrassed tint to his cheeks. He read that physical contact can be reassuring and promote physical wellness in times of distress. When his Master hugs him, he awkwardly reciprocates and rests his head against theirs. He isn’t great at this, but he tries.

Ashvatthaman is infuriated (something new). The audacity of the World to be a dick to his Master. He slings an arm around their shoulder and tugs them to his side. Keeps them close and rubs their arm or ruffles their hair. Bops his head against theirs and grumbles the whole time, but he’s not uncomfortable this way. 

Ishtar is hesitant at first, but when she sees Master sulking, hunched over, giving themselves scoliosis, she knows she has to act. She hovers behind them and speaks gently near their ear, offering words of comfort in exchange for their sorrows. She gently wraps her arms around their neck from behind and presses her cheek to the top of their head.

Mordred is like, “Shit I don’t know how to do this.” They freeze up and think on it. Anxiety racks their shoulders, shakes their hands. Weighing the pros and cons of reaching out for contact is tossed out the window when they see the tears. They wrap their arms around Master (Master’s arms included) and squeeze until Master’s back cracks.

Semiramis sits beside Master, allowing the skirt of her gown to flow outward. The fluff and feathers fan and float around her. She pats her lap and gestures toward it. This is her silent permission for Master to use her as the pillow they need. If they double-check if it’s okay, she’ll glare at them and repeat the patting motion. Plays with their hair.

EMIYA gives hugs that are far more protective than his Master expects, but maybe that’s because of how close they’ve gotten. He tucks them under his chin, wraps them up in his arms like a package that needs to be protected. He buries his face in their shoulder or hair and talks them through their distress, sharing in their every sob.

Astolfo throws their arms around Master’s neck without thinking twice as soon as he sees them in distress. He presses himself to them with no wiggle room. It’s a risky move he doesn’t feel bad about. He pats their back, grips their hair, touches their shoulders and neck and cheeks to check that they’re still with him. He won’t let anything happen to them.

Merlin offers dreamy hugs with his Master snuggled into his endless white robe. He uses the tiniest bit of his incubus charms to lower their defenses and keep them at ease while stroking their hair listlessly. He listens to their every word, nodding and humming in all the right places. Whatever Master lets him do to ease the hurt is the least he can do.