Currently sick rn.. woke up last night in a sweat and now I think I have a cold.. your headcanons are my only will to try to get better โค๏ธโ๐ฉน
If youโre not too busy may I request the nightbrothers and how they would take care of the reader when theyโre sick?
Hate to see my reader sick! I hope you feel better soon ;c Please take care of yourself, drink lots of water and try to take it easy ๐ค listen to your Zabrak boys!
The Nightbrothers - when youโre sick โค๏ธโ๐ฉน
Includes: Darth Maul, Savage Opress, Icarus, Scorn, Feral
Note: Ik their pics are messed up lol Im tired guys Ill fix it tomorrow and make it pretty๐ค๐ชฝ
Notices something is wrong long before you even admit it. The slight drop in your energy yesterday, the way you leaned against him more than usual, how warm your skin felt under his handโฆ by the time you wake up drenched in sweat beside him, heโs already awake, sitting there watching over you with quiet concern carved into his expression.
The moment you stir, heโs moving. A fresh shirt is already waiting in his hands, and despite how intimidating he can be, he handles you with so much care, helping you out of the damp fabric without rushing you once.
โYouโll be alright, my love. This is temporary,โ he murmurs softly, one hand steady at your waist. โArms up for me, darling.โ
Once youโre changed, he squeezes you against his chest, using the excuse of checking your temperature to keep holding you. He hates how weak you feel in his arms. Hates how exhausted your eyes look. It unsettles him more than he can explain.
Before you can even ask, heโs already lifting a glass of water to your lips.
โYou need to stay hydrated. That is not up for discussion.โ
Maul is used to solving problems through control, intimidation, force, there is always something he can do. But sickness? He cannot fight it, cannot threaten it into leaving you alone, and that lack of control genuinely frightens him. You can tell by how attentive he becomes. He carefully watches every little symptom.
By morning he insists on taking you to the hospital. The entire time he stays close beside you, silently glaring at every doctor or nurse that comes near. Nobody dares handle you carelessly under that stare.
He constantly interrupts the doctor with sharp, rapid questions. And he memorizes every instruction perfectly.
Once youโre back home, he wraps you in blankets on the couch or in bed and orders your favorite food. He watches until you take the first bite before finally relaxing even a little.
And throughout the entire day he keeps touching your forehead absentmindedly, as if hoping that each time he checks, your fever will finally be gone.
One second heโs barely conscious, lazily reaching for you out of habit so he can pull you closer, and the next he freezes when his palm brushes your burning skin.
It startles him awake instantly.
โHeyโฆ ugh..โ his voice is still rough with sleep as he pushes himself up beside you, big hands immediately moving to hold your face and neck carefully. โWhatโs going on? You alright?โ
The panic hits him fast, even if he tries not to show it too much. He wraps both arms around you and pulls you up against his chest, pressing his cheek to the top of your head with a worried frown.
โYouโre so warmโฆโ
Savage has absolutely no idea what heโs doing, but he really is trying so hard.
The second you mention being thirsty, he practically jumps out of bed to get water for you, stumbling through the dark apartment half awake. You hear him muttering to himself the entire way.
โOkayโฆ glass, whereโs the..shit!-โ
A loud clank follows immediately after when one of his horns smacks directly into a shelf, sending half the stuff on it crashing to the floor.
And even feeling miserable, you canโt help laughing, and the second he hears it he laughs too, big, breathless, relieved laughter while standing in the middle of the disaster he just caused. By the time he comes back with your water, youโre both giggling like idiots; you feverish and exhausted, him still recovering from fighting for his life against the cabinets.
After that he refuses to let go of you for the rest of the night.
Savage genuinely believes cuddling will fix you somehow. He keeps you tucked tightly against his chest under layers of blankets, one huge hand rubbing slow circles against your back while the other stays tangled with yours. Every now and then he presses his forehead against yours to โcheckโ if youโre still too warm.
โYou feel a little cooler now,โ he whispers hopefully every single time, even when itโs obviously not true yet.
He stays physically affectionate the entire time youโre sick. Pulling you into his lap, adjusting blankets around you, rubbing your arms and shoulders to comfort you whenever chills hit. If you cough too hard or start shivering, you can physically feel him tense up around you.
And when you finally start feeling a little better, he looks more relieved than you do.
โGood,โ he mumbles while squeezing you tightly into his chest. โI didnโt like seeing you like that at all.โ
Notices youโre getting sick before you even fully wake up. The second he feels how damp your skin is against him and sees the exhausted way youโre breathing, heโs already brushing hair away from your forehead with quiet concern.
He doesnโt let you stay like that for long.
โHey,โ he murmurs softly, thumb stroking your temple until your sleepy eyes open. โDo you think you can handle a little shower? Itโll help cool you down.โ
And the moment you try to get up and struggle even a little, he immediately slides an arm beneath your knees and another around your back, lifting you effortlessly against his chest.
โIโve got you,โ he says quietly, carrying you to the bathroom before you can protest.
Heโs unbelievably gentle the entire time. Helps you stand under the warm water, carefully washing sweat from your skin and smoothing damp hair away from your face whenever you look too tired to do it yourself. Thereโs something very calming about the way he takes over everything so naturally, like heโs decided your only job is to let him care for you.
The second youโre done, he wraps you in the softest oversized towel he can find and carries you straight back to bed again, keeping you tucked securely against him the entire way.
Once youโre settled, he hands you one of his hoodies to wear. It smells exactly like him. And when you complain that itโs too warm, he just gives you a look.
โYouโre keeping it on.โ
Instead, he cracks the window open slightly to let cool night air drift into the room, fixing the blankets around you afterward so you stay comfortable without overheating.
He sits beside you on the bed while you drink it, one arm lazily draped around your waist, eyes fixed on you the entire time.
And somehow, without either of you acknowledging it outright, it turns into a little game.
Every sip earns you soft praise.
โSee? Not so difficult.โ
And usually a kiss pressed against your forehead or cheek right after. But refusing? I guess that would earn you a punishment, except..
Thatโs not really an option.
If you pout or try to avoid drinking it, he just tilts his head slightly, amused but firm, before bringing the cup right back to your lips himself.
โNo,โ he says quietly. โYouโre finishing it.โ
You can complain all you want, but he stays patient and relentless until every last sip is gone. Mostly because beneath the teasing and control, heโs genuinely worried about you. You can hear it in the softer moments, when he thinks youโre drifting back asleep and his fingers absentmindedly trace over your knuckles.
โNeed you better soon,โ he whispers, almost to himself.
The moment he feels how overheated you are or notices the exhausted look on your face, something in him sharpens instantly.
โCโmere,โ is all he says at first, already pulling you gently upright.
He helps you change out of your sweaty clothes without making a big deal out of it, hands surprisingly careful as he fixes the sleeves for you afterward and smooths your hair away from your neck.
And the second youโre settled back in bed, heโs gone to the store even though you said โitโs really not that big of a deal..โ
Less than ten minutes later heโs back through the door carrying way too many things at once: vitamins, cold medicine, tea, lemons, tissues, bottled water, your favorite snacks, probably three things you didnโt even ask for โjust in case.โ
โYouโre lucky the store was open,โ he mutters while unloading everything beside your bed like heโs preparing for a medical emergency.
Then immediately climbs back in beside you.
Scorn gets extremely clingy when youโre sick. The second heโs in bed again, heโs pulling you right back against his chest, wrapping himself around you protectively like he physically cannot relax otherwise. One hand stays on your waist while the other keeps absentmindedly rubbing along your back or through your hair.
โYou scared me a little,โ he admits eventually, quieter than usual.
He tries not to show how worried he is, but it slips out in the way he keeps checking on you every few minutes.
โStill feverish?โ Or โYou need another blanket?โ
He hovers constantly but somehow makes it feel comforting instead of overwhelming.
Absolutely babies you the entire time. Opens vitamin packets for you because โyou look too tired.โ Peels lemons himself. Holds the tea while you drink it so you donโt have to sit up fully. If you cough too hard, his hand is instantly rubbing your back before you even ask.
At one point you apologize for being needy or miserable and he just frowns at you like the thought genuinely annoyed him.
โYouโre sick,โ he says simply, pulling you closer into him. โWhat else am I supposed to do besides take care of you?โ
Honestly, half the time he just lays there holding you while quietly talking to you about random things to keep you company. Tells stupid little stories, complains about people he saw at the store, points out ridiculous things online just to hear you laugh at least once.
And when you finally start feeling better, he looks visibly relieved, kissing the top of your head before muttering:
โThere you are. Missed you.โ
Gets visibly worried but tries so hard not to overwhelm you with it. He keeps hovering nearby uncertainly at first, quietly watching your face for any sign that youโre uncomfortable or need something.
โYou okay?โ becomes his favorite sentence.
And the moment you admit you feel sick, all his attention shifts entirely onto you. If you have chills, heโs wrapping himself around you completely under the blankets, trying to share his warmth. If youโre overheating, he carefully brushes damp hair away from your neck and fans you with whatever he can grab nearby.
Heโs extremely attentive to tiny details too. Notices when you cough more than usual. Notices when you stop finishing your drinks. Notices when your voice sounds weaker. Every little thing makes his ears twitch with concern.
And because heโs very acts-of-service coded, he gets genuinely happy whenever something actually helps you feel better.
You drank some tea? He lights up immediately.
โThat helped a little, didnโt it?โ
You finally ate something small? He looks absurdly proud of himself for convincing you.
You smile at him while sick and exhausted? Congratulations, you just restored his will to live.
Feral also becomes veryy obedient to your needs during all of this. Whatever you ask for, heโs already moving before you even finish speaking. Need water? Already getting it. Need another blanket? Done. Need silence and cuddles? Heโs curling around you instantly.
Need someone to play with your hair until you fall asleep?He will do it for literal hours without complaint.
Most of his care comes from how emotionally present he is with you. He hates seeing you uncomfortable and keeps trying to make up for it in every small way he can think of. Soft touches, forehead kisses, quiet praise, constant reassurance.
And if you get emotional from being sick? Heโs right there to your rescue.
The second he notices tears in your eyes or hears that weak little โI donโt feel good,โ heโs pulling you tightly into his arms and kissing your forehead over and over.
โI know,โ he whispers softly. โI know, sweetheart. Iโve got you.โ
He stays awake longer than he should just to make sure youโre sleeping comfortably. Every now and then you wake up slightly and catch him already looking at you with sleepy concern, thumb absentmindedly stroking over your hand like he needs the physical reminder that youโre okay.
By the end of it heโs exhausted too, but the moment you start getting better he looks so genuinely relieved that itโs almost cute.
The second youโre healthy again, he gets sick right after because he refused to stop cuddling you the entire time.
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