The Nightbrothers - how they propose to you
includes: Maul, Savage, Icarus, Scorn, Feral
warnings: some sexual content around Savages part
note: its been so long now since Ive started writing for the Nightbrothers, and all of you sweethearts stuck around longer than I ever thought you would, so I think the time has come to make things official. Might even let you guys get pregnant one of these days. Wink.
Knew he wanted to marry you months before he ever got down on one knee. The proposal itself wouldn’t be something thrown in the heat of the moment, every single detail would be planned with almost obsessive precision. Nothing less than perfection would ever be worthy of you.
He would spend months having your ring custom made. Not just any ring, but a piece of art. White gold wrapped around a massive diamond so dark it looked almost black at first glance, only revealing its deep, blood-red tones whenever the light struck it just right. Elegant, intimidating, expensive enough to make anyone sick to their stomach. Heavy in your hand, timeless, unmistakably Maul. Inside the band, engraved in tiny lettering, would be a short message only meant for you:
When that day comes, you’d find mysterious crimson box waiting on your bed. Inside would be a dress or a suit, something he’d know you’d love to wear on a special occasion.
The kind you’ve dreamed about your entire life without even realizing it. Designer, elegant, subtly shimmering beneath the light, its weight making it feel regal. Somehow, he’d manage to choose something so perfectly you that you’d wonder if he’d been reading your thoughts all these years.
On top would be a small handwritten note:
Be ready for me at seven, my dear.
By the time evening arrives, you’ve done exactly that. You smell divine, your hair is flawless, the dress fitting as though it had been made around your body.
Downstairs, Maul is already waiting. Wearing black from head to toe, leather gloves, long coat draped perfectly across his shoulders. The engine of his car hums quietly outside while he waits by the door.
He’s calm on the outside. But on the inside…there’s a storm. He’s nervous and it irritates him!
You already belong to him, he knows that. There isn’t a single doubt in his mind that the two of you are meant to spend the rest of your lives together. So why are his hearts racing?
And when he hears the first click of your heel against the stairs his eyes lift instantly. The moment he sees you, everything else disappears. For just a second, he forgets how to breathe.
He can’t quite comprehend how someone so breathtaking can exist, let alone love him. The admiration is impossible to hide, softening his usually intimidating features as his eyes practically glow while taking you in.
He straightens instinctively, offering you his gloved hand the moment you reach him.
“You are absolutely breathtaking, my love,” he murmurs, unable to stop the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“What’s the occasion?” you ask with a grin.
He only smirks, doesnt answer you. Instead, he gently leads you to the waiting car.
He drives you somewhere familiar. The place the two of you always return to after your victories. The overlook where you’ve watched countless sunsets together in comfortable silence, celebrating another enemy defeated.
Tonight, though… Everything feels different.
The sky burns crimson as storm clouds gather in the distance. Occasional flashes of lightning split the skies, illuminating everything for only a heartbeat before darkness returns. The wind carries the scent of rain, it’s almost as if it waits in respect for the two of you to move before it starts pouring down.
He’s standing behind you now, his arms wrapped securely around your waist as the two of you simply admire the view. You think it’s just another evening together, until you feel him move. Slowly, his hands glide down your sides, lingering gently against your hips before continuing lower. His touch alone sends shivers racing across your skin.
He lets go as one of his knees meets the ground. You don’t fully understand what’s happening until his hand disappears into his coat pocket.
And when he pulls out the small black velvet box, time seems to stop.
He opens it before you, the dark crimson stone catches a streak of lightning, suddenly glowing blood red beneath the stormy sky.
Your vision immediately blurs with tears. Before he can even ask the question, you’re already nodding. Too overwhelmed to force out a single word, and a tear rolls down your cheek.
A laugh escapes him, one of his hands reaching up to rest on your side, steadying you. You barely make it halfway down throwing yourself toward him, desperate to wrap your arms around him in sheer shock. He catches you effortlessly before your knees ever touch the ground, lifting you against his chest, holding you close, he chuckles quietly against your hair.
“You didn’t even look at it properly.”
You shake your head against his chest with a laugh.“ I don’t need to, I know it’s perfect.” Your arms tighten around him. “It’s from you.”
Almost blurts it out while fucking you. Between every heavy thrust, all he can think is, fuck… how did I ever pull that off?
He pulls out of you completely, a startled gasp immediately escaping your lips. Instinctively, your hands brace against his chest, already knowing he’s going to slam all the way back inside you. Your eyes squeeze shut as your body tenses around the anticipation.
He doesn’t move though, he pauses there. Looking down at you with a smug grin, savoring every little crack in your composure, every second your nerves shatter beneath him.
“Don’t worry, baby. Wouldn’t give you anything you can’t take,” he teases. Then, without another warning, he thrusts all the way back inside you in one merciless blow. You scream, your body twisting beneath him, but his massive hands hold you in place, one firmly pressing against your lower belly, as he watches you getting closer to your high.
“That’s right… just like that,” he praises, his voice thick and heavy with lust.
Later that night, long after you’ve fallen asleep, Savage lies awake. He can’t stop thinking about the idea that flashed through his mind. The more he thinks about it, the more certain he becomes.
By the time morning comes, he’s already gone. You wake up to an empty house, completely unaware that he’s spent the morning searching for a ring. He ended up dragging Feral along for help, having no idea what hes supposed to be looking for.
Hours later, the front door finally swings open. Plastic bags rustle as they bump against the frame.
“Honey, I’m home!” he calls loudly.
You immediately brighten, hurrying to the door before wrapping yourself around his neck.
“Where have you been all day?” You whine, placing small kisses under his jaw.
Instead of answering, he kisses you back, laughing softly between each one of his pecks. Still holding you effortlessly, one arm around your lower back while the other holds the bags, he walks the two of you back toward the kitchen, absentmindedly dropping the grocery bags onto the table. His hands settle around your waist, lifting you higher to meet his height as he kisses you a little deeper.
Dinner goes on almost as usual. Except he keeps staring at you tonight. Every few seconds his eyes flick back and forth between you and your sandwich, barely hiding the grin threatening to spread across his face.
Eventually, you pause. ”…What?” you ask suspiciously.
He only chuckles to himself. Confused, you slowly pull your sandwich apart. And in there, hidden in the ketchup is something shiny.
You carefully pull it free, staring in complete disbelief before quickly getting to your feet and hurrying over to the sink. Rinsing away the ketchup, revealing a breathtaking deep green diamond set into a beautiful ring.
You turn around, and your breath catches in your throat.
Savage is already on one knee.
“You’re gonna fucking marry me.” The words come out low, almost like a threat.
The two of you are stuck together inside a narrow ventilation shaft, hiding from the guards searching the building. The space is so cramped your chests are pressed together, every breath shared, every tiny movement forcing your bodies closer against one another.
You can’t help but smile. “You’re just saying that because we might die.”
His jaw tightens, he shoves into you firmly, his fist bunching up the fabric of your shirt. “No…” he hisses.
His hand slips into his pocket, and for a brief second you assume he’s reaching for a weapon. But instead, he pulls out a small black box.
He stares at it for a moment before letting out the faintest scoff.
“Wanted perfect timing… or whatever,” he mutters, sounding more annoyed with himself than anything else.
You open your mouth to answer, but his palm suddenly presses firmly over it. Your eyes widen, heavy footsteps echo just outside the vent, the metallic clatter of armor, voices. Neither of you moves, he doesn’t even blink, his eyes fixed on the vent opening while his hand stays firmly over your mouth.
Once the footsteps fade, he slowly loosens his hand. The moment your lips are free, you lean forward, catching him in a deep, almost desperate kiss. There’s barely any room to move, every slight shift making your bodies grind against one another inside the tight space.
A restrained little moan slips past your lips.
His hand immediately finds your jaw, fingers wrapping around it firmly.
Without taking his eyes off you, he reaches for your hand. He slides the ring onto your finger, and without another word, he grabs your hand and yanks you sharply after him just as the room finally falls silent.
The two of you slip out of the vent like two shadows, hes fast, sharp. Completely focused. The moment a guard steps into view, the man barely has time to react. Icarus’ throwing blade flashes through the air, burying itself cleanly where it needs to. The guard drops before he can make so much as a sound.
His grip around your hand only tightens as he pulls you after him through the corridors.
He’s always been lethal. But tonight… He’s something else entirely. More ruthless and precise, more dangerous than youve ever seen him.
It’s like seeing that ring on your finger made him twice as protective, as though it reminded him every second that you were his to protect.
Scorn wants everyone there. Not just his brothers, but also everyone you care about too. If they’re important to you, then they’re going to be there when he asks you to marry him.
Which means… a lot of planning. And on top of that, keeping it a surprise. It’s enough to drive the poor man insane.
For weeks, something is obviously off with him.
The usually laid back, always laughing, joking Scorn is nowhere to be found. Instead, there’s a permanent crease between his brows, he barely sleeps anymore, and when he finally does, he talks in his sleep so much that you almost expect him to accidentally spoil the whole thing one night.
He’s also constantly trying to spoil you. Being extra special about everything, gives you extra kisses extra touches, but also kind of ruins things accidentally because his nerves get to him, he hates hiding things from you.
He offers to give you a massage one evening, his huge hands slowly working over your shoulders before absentmindedly squeezing far harder than he meant to.
“Ow!” you yelp. His eyes go wide.
He immediately leans down, pressing a kiss to the sore spot before gently rubbing it.
“What’s gotten into you lately, huh?” you tease with a laugh.
He freezes for half a second, then awkwardly laughs too.
Finally, the day arrives. The entire family is gathered around the dinner table, laughter filling the room as everyone enjoys the evening together.
Scorn keeps bouncing his knee under the table. Maul and Savage notice it and it gives them anxiety too.
Eventually, Scorn stands up, clearing his throat, for a speech.
“I… uh…” he coughs again. “I just wanted to…”
The words disappear from his brain, he just blanks out.
Standing up beside him with all the confidence in the world, he smoothly takes over before the silence can become any more painful. He begins speaking about the victories you’ve all shared together. The battles you’ve survived. The triumphs that brought everyone to this very table.
It starts out surprisingly heartfelt.
Then…somehow… He begins talking about revenge.
His speech slowly spirals into an increasingly passionate rant until he’s visibly agitated, gesturing dramatically while everyone around the table quietly starts murmuring and wondering what the hell is going on.
Icarus suddenly stands up slamming his both hands against the table.
Everyone immediately falls silent again, Maul also snaps out of it and sits down.
Icarus clears his throat as every pair of eyes in the room locks onto him. After an unbearably long pause… He just quietly sits back down.
The room somehow becomes even more awkward. You burst into laughter, covering your smile as you reach for your drink.
This dinner is an absolute disaster. Just as you take another sip… Scorn suddenly pushes back his chair again.
This time, nobody interrupts him, the music softens and the lights dim ever so slightly.
Then, slowly… He lowers himself onto one knee.
Both of your hands fly up to cover your mouth as you stare down at him, already trying not to scream.
He pulls a small velvet box from his pocket, opens it, and inside sits the perfect ring. Looking up at you, he flashes that impossibly smug grin that only Scorn can get away with.
“So…” he tilts his head with a playful little smirk.
“What do you say, baby?”
Ends up asking you by accident. While hes sick and miserable in bed.
Curled under blankets, burning with a heavy fever, trembling every few minutes despite how warm he is. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes glassy, and every time you so much as stand up to change his sweat soaked shirt or make him another cup of tea, he starts quietly whining for you.
“Please… don’t leave me here…”
His fingers catch your sleeve the moment you try to get up.
You smile softly. “Baby, I’m right here.” Leaning down, you press a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’m just getting you something to drink. You need it.”
His grip only tightens. “The only thing I need is you.”
Before you can protest, he tugs you back into bed beside him, immediately wrapping both his arms around you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear the second he lets go.
You laugh quietly, settling against him.
“Marry me.” The words are barely more than a whisper against the skin of your back.
“We’re soulmates…” he murmurs, “You should marry me.”
“Feral… You have a fever.” You chuckle
“No.” The answer comes far more firmly than you’d expect from him. “I know what I’m saying.” He buries his face against your shoulder.
“I’m sure…” he mumbles. “I’ve been trying to ask you for weeks now…” A soft kiss lands against the back of your shoulder before he closes his eyes again.
“Check the inside pocket of my coat.” This time, his arms slowly loosen around you, finally allowing you to get up.
Confused, you hurry over to his coat. Inside the inner pocket, exactly where he said it’d be, is a tiny music box. You carry it back to the bed and sit beside him before carefully lifting the lid.
A delicate melody immediately begins to play. Soft, gentle notes fill the room as a warm, shimmering light catches the beautiful pink diamond ring inside.
You don’t even realize you’re smiling until your cheeks begin to ache. Feral doesnt take his eyes off you the whole time. From the moment you opened the little music box to the second you slide the ring onto your finger, his eyes never leave you.
A slow, sleepy smile spreads across his face. “I feel like the fever’s gone,” he whispers, his eyes glimmering up at you.
You can’t help but laugh. “Don’t be silly.” You tuck the blankets back around him before disappearing into the kitchen to finally get the tea he’d interrupted you from making.
You sit beside him while he drinks every last sip, never once letting go of your hand. When he’s finished, you climb back into bed beside him.
The two of you drift off together, his fingers absentmindedly turning the ring around yours as sleep slowly claims him.
And even after he falls asleep, there’s still a smile on his face the whole time.
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