Your Nightbrothers headcanons are so great! I've been eating them up lately, and they've really been putting a smile on my face whenever I see them pop up in the tags, especially during hard days. If it's possible, could I request a little bit of angst? Maybe a headcanon post about what the Nightbrothers would do and how they would react if the reader wound up taking an injury, near fatal but enough where they think they're losing you, in battle to protect them from getting hurt? Make us cry! I would love to see it and see more of your amazing writing! ♥ Thanks so much!!
Thank you for sweet words. Ive gotten more similar requests, some asking for reader to die in this case and some not so much, but it gave me some cool ideas. I really hope this isn’t too much for you. But if it is, feel free to make another request and I’ll make a softer version🖤
The Nightbrothers - when you take an injury to protect them💔
Heavy warning! Descriptions of death, injury, sorrow and grief. This is your warning please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics. Dubious consent, violence, gore, reader death.
Im sorry guys Im messed up.
Includes: Darth Maul, Savage Opress, Icarus
Note: I will add Scorn and Feral later this week as this takes a bit more time to write. Ill just reblog it once I add them. Also, I tried to sketch a bit and added a little Icarus x reader sketch at the end<3 hope you like it!
Darth Maul
Everything happened so fast…
Blaster fire flooded the corridor in violent flashes of red and blue, smoke thick enough to burn the lungs. Maul was locked in combat with two inquisitors, movements sharp and vicious as their sabers collided. Somewhere behind him, you and the others tried desperately to keep the incoming troopers from advancing any closer.
Suddenly Maul stumbled. Just for a second. A single misstep after being shoved back with the Force. But it was enough for him to end up directly in the line of fire.
You saw the blaster lift before he did. And before anyone could stop you, your body moved on instinct. The shot tore through your chest.
For a moment you didn’t even understand what had happened. The impact slammed into you hard enough to knock the air from your lungs, heat blooming through your body in a nauseating wave. Your knees nearly gave out instantly.
The only thing louder than the pain was Maul’s scream. A sound so raw and animalistic it barely sounded human at all.
Everything around you exploded.
The Force burst outward from him in pure devastation, throwing troopers and inquisitors across the corridor like broken dolls. Bodies bent violently against the walls. Someone screamed. Another body hit the ground with a sickening crack.
Maul caught you before you collapsed completely. You could feel him trembling in terror.
His arm wrapped tightly around you as he disappeared into the darkness of a nearby corridor, moving so quickly the world blurred around you. Your vision flickered in and out by the time he finally dropped to his knees somewhere far from the battle.
The dark swallowed both of you whole.
Only his eyes remained visible, burning yellow through the shadows.
You barely registered him lowering you carefully onto the ground. His hands were everywhere at once, frantic despite how desperately he tried to stay composed. One pressed hard against the wound in your chest, the warmth of your blood immediately coating his fingers.
“H… how dare you…?” he choked out.
His voice cracked so badly it hardly sounded like him.
“How dare you do something so foolish…?”
Another agonized sound escaped him, something deep and wrecked from inside his lungs as he pressed harder against the wound, desperately trying to stop blood that wouldn’t stop flowing between his fingers.
You tried to speak. Tried to tell him it was okay. That you would do it again if it meant he lived. But nothing came out besides a weak, wet breath.
Your body no longer felt like yours. Your hands were numb. Your chest burned and froze all at once. Even breathing felt distant now, every inhale shallow and fragile.
“No.” The word came sharp, trembling. “No. Stay awake.”
His free hand suddenly grabbed your jaw, forcing your unfocused eyes back onto him. Tears streaked down his face unnoticed, dripping from his chin as his expression twisted into something horrifyingly vulnerable.
“You do not leave me,” he hissed, voice breaking apart between anger and panic. “Do you hear me?”
His forehead pressed against yours for only a second before he pulled back again, he couldn’t bear seeing how pale you’d become.
The hand over your wound gripping harder. For the first time since you had met him, Maul looked completely helpless.
one thousand days later
You don’t know how long it’s been since waking from the coma. Time barely exists down here anymore.
The dungeon is silent except for the quiet mechanical ticking inside your chest, the artificial fragments keeping you alive. Sometimes the sound comforts you. Proof that you survived. Proof that he saved you.
Other times it drives you to the edge of madness.
Maul visits when he can. Or when he remembers to. It’s hard to tell anymore.
Something inside him shattered the day you took that blaster shot for him. Whatever restraint he once possessed had long since rotted away, replaced by obsession, paranoia, and something far crueler masquerading as devotion.
He keeps you hidden deep within the shadows of his stronghold, far away from battlefields, enemies, and the outside world entirely. Safe. That’s what he calls it.
Even if it feels more like a tomb.
“Please…” Your fingers twist desperately into the fabric of his robes as he stands in front of you. “I’m lonely.”
The words come out weaker than you intended.
“I need to go outside. Just once… please, Maul.” Your voice trembles. “I’m losing my mind in here.”
For a moment, he simply stares at you. His expression unreadable.
Then gently, he takes hold of your wrists and pulls your hands away from his chest.
“It is not safe for you out there, my dear…” he murmurs.
His thumb brushes absentmindedly over your knuckles, but the softness of the gesture only makes the dread worse.
“No… no, no, no…” he whispers again, quieter this time. And then that second voice slips through. Lower and darker.
“Nooo… my love must listen to her Master…” His yellow eyes unfocus slightly as the voices overlap together. “Master knows what is best… your Master keeps you safe…”
Your stomach twists painfully as you watch what he’s become.
Over the years he hunted down every single person involved in the attack. Troopers. Inquisitors. Informants. Entire outposts wiped out just because someone might have been connected to it. Revenge consumed him so completely that it hollowed him out from the inside, leaving behind something unstable and frighteningly possessive.
And now all that obsession had nowhere left to go except you.
“Maul..”
The moment you try to speak again, his hand suddenly closes around your jaw.
“There will be no more talk of leaving,” he says quietly.
His thumb presses against your cheek as he leans closer, eyes heavy with exhaustion and something almost feverish. You can feel his breath against your lips now.
“You ask for things that will destroy us both.”
For a second, his expression softens, grief flickering beneath all that madness. Like he still remembers the horror of holding your dying body in his arms. Like he still wakes up hearing that blaster shot.
Then he kisses you. Deep enough to cut the conversation apart entirely.
The grip on your jaw tightens as his other hand pulls you sharply against him, swallowing every protest before it can fully form. The kiss is desperate, almost angry, filled with years of fear twisted into devotion so intense it became unbearable.
You can feel how badly he needs this.
His forehead presses briefly against yours between breaths before he kisses you again, slower this time but no less consuming, refusing to leave even a sliver of space for you to plead anymore.
As if keeping your mouth occupied is the only way he can silence the possibility of losing you again.
Savage Opress
The moment the blaster shot tears through you, something inside Savage snaps beyond repair.
One second he’s fighting. The next, all sound disappears beneath the roar building inside his skull. His opponent barely has time to react before Savage grabs him.
There is no technique anymore. No discipline. Only rage.
Armor cracks beneath his grip as he tears the man apart limb from limb with a scream so violent it echoes through the battlefield. Blood splatters across his skin, steam rising from it beneath the heat of the fires around him, but he doesn’t even seem aware of it.
His focus is already on you.
He drops to his knees beside your body so hard the ground fractures beneath him. Trembling hands slide under your head immediately, lifting it carefully into his lap.
“What did you do?!” he chokes out.
The words come rough, shattered apart by panic and fury. His arms tighten around you instinctively, pressing you against his chest like he can somehow force life back into your body if he just holds you close enough.
You try to smile at him.
Your hand weakly lifts toward his face, fingertips barely brushing the air before your strength gives out completely.
Savage catches your wrist before it can fall. Instantly, he presses your palm against his cheek.
“Stay awake for me, alright?” His voice cracks violently. “You can do that… yes? Stay with me.”
He refuses to look at the blood. Refuses to acknowledge the way your breathing keeps slowing. As if denying it hard enough will stop it from happening.
Through the agony burning through your chest, you manage a whisper.
“Remember…” A weak breath escapes you. “Protect your light, Savage… you are so pure…”
His expression breaks completely.
“No…” he whispers immediately, shaking his head hard enough to make tears fall from his eyes. “No, no, don’t say things like that”
But your eyes are already slipping shut..No heartbeat.
No breath. Just silence.
For one horrible second, the entire galaxy seems to stop with him. Then the scream that leaves him is so agonizing it barely sounds mortal.
He clutches your body tightly against him, burying his face against you as sobs rip violently through his chest. Loud. Open. Unashamed. The kind of grief that strips a person down to something primal and ruined.
Pain becomes the only thing keeping him standing.
Slowly, he slides his arms beneath your body and lifts you against him. His movements become eerily steady now, almost numb, as he walks away from the battlefield without looking back once.
Nothing else matters anymore.
The world around him fades into a blur until red mist begins curling around his legs.
Dathomir.
The air itself feels alive here, thick with ancient magic and mourning.
Savage steps toward Mother Talzin’s altar like a dying man approaching a god.
Then he falls to his knees.
“MOTHER!” His voice cracks apart through the red fog. “Bring my beloved back to me!”
Tears stream from his eyes unchecked, mixing with blood staining his face and armor.
“Please…” he gasps. “Just… name your price…”
Then green flames suddenly erupt around the altar. The shadows twist. And Mother Talzin’s voice curls through his mind like smoke.
“My poor child…” she murmurs softly. “What have they done to you?”
Savage bows over your body with a broken sound. “Help me please.” The green fire intensifies.
“You ask for life where death has already taken hold,” Talzin says. “Such things demand sacrifice.”
Savage lifts his head instantly. “Anything.”
“One of your hearts,” she whispers. “And your spirit.”
The mist tightens around him like claws. “You will never again be the creature once adored.”
Savage barely hesitates. “Do it.”
A long green nail presses against the center of his forehead. And instantly, darkness consumes him. His body collapses beside yours.
Around you both, the Nightsisters emerge silently from the mist, forming a circle as ancient chants echo through the air. Green blades of magic split open both your chests.
One of Savage’s hearts is lifted from his body. Still beating and warm.
It’s placed carefully inside your chest as green light floods through your veins. Above Savage’s unconscious form, something else begins to rise. Not his soul entirely. Just a piece of it. The softest piece. The part that loved too openly. The part that smiled clumsily whenever you touched him. The part that made him feel safe.
It disappears into the darkness forever.
When you finally awaken, Savage is sitting beside you. Alive. And so are you. But the moment his eyes meet yours, coldness crawls down your spine.
He remembers you. He knows your name. Your voice. Every moment you shared together.
Yet the warmth behind his gaze is gone. Only stillness remains now.
Stillness… and something cold staring back at you from behind his eyes.
Icarus
You barely feel the blaster shot before Icarus catches you.
One moment you’re standing beside him, the next his arms are wrapped around you as your knees give out beneath you. He pulls you against his chest hard enough to knock the breath from both of you, immediately twisting his body to shield yours with his own.
Blaster fire tears into his back. Several shots ripping through his flesh. He doesn’t react. Doesn’t even flinch.
It’s like the pain no longer exists to him.
Maul and Savage immediately surge forward, cutting through the battlefield in a frenzy the moment they realize Icarus has stopped moving. They know that look in his eyes, he’s gone somewhere far away already.
The world narrows until there’s only you and him left inside it. Everything else becomes muffled noise.
Icarus lowers you carefully into his lap, both hands softly cradling your face. His fingers slick with your blood already.
“You stupid little thing…” he breathes.
A quiet laugh escapes him, weak and breathless and horribly broken around the edges.
With trembling fingers, you reach upward and hook beneath his mask, slowly pulling it down from his face.
“You are the stupid one,” you whisper painfully. “I wanted to protect you… and you managed to get shot anyway…”
You try to laugh. But blood spills from the corner of your lips instead, dark red streaking down your chin while more drips from your nose.
Icarus doesn’t laugh this time. His expression stays frighteningly still. Only his eyes betray him.
Pain wraps tighter around him with every passing second as he watches your body tremble beneath his hands. Your heartbeat is becoming uneven now , weak enough that even you can feel it fading.
“You shouldn’t have done this,” he says quietly.
He leans down then, pressing his lips against yours in a slow, deep kiss that feels painfully gentle compared to the chaos around you. Like he’s trying to memorize the feeling of you before the galaxy steals it away from him forever.
He can feel you shaking.
Your chest burns violently now. Breathing is becoming impossible. Blood catching in your throat, forcing weak choking sounds against his mouth, but he only pulls you closer, refusing to let the moment break apart around him.
As if he can love you hard enough to keep you alive.
As you struggle against his kiss, you hear the metallic sound of a blade sliding free. And your eyes flutter open weakly.
Icarus has one hand still tangled in your hair while the other presses his knife carefully against your chest, directly over your failing heart.
And despite the fear flashing through your body, your trembling hand reaches up to cover his. Not to stop him, but to tell him yes.
His expression finally cracks into something unbearably sad. A smile, small, devastated.. . Loving.
His forehead presses briefly against yours as he whispers against your lips:
“Only I get to decide when you die.” Then the blade plunges down.
White-hot pain explodes through your chest for only a second before everything suddenly goes numb.
And as darkness consumes you, your body collapses limply against his neck. In that moment, something inside Icarus dies with you. Quietly. Like a candle being extinguished.
For a few seconds he simply sits there holding your corpse while the battlefield rages around him.
Then he rises.
And the look in his eyes makes even Maul pause.
Throwing himself directly into the line of fire without hesitation, he forces Maul and Savage toward the ship while blaster shots rip through him over and over again. He moves like a man who no longer values his own survival, tearing through troopers with terrifying brutality as blood pours down his body.
One enemy after another falls. Then another. Then another.
By the time the others finally manage to board the ship, almost no one is left standing. Icarus kills the last trooper with his bare hands.
Only then does his body finally give out.
He collapses onto the ground beside you, slowly fading away with his eyes locked to your face.
