Moon Knight Trio x Reader
When you're sick headcanons
Steven Grant
Steven goes into absolute mum mode. The moment you sniffle, he's up, making a mental checklist of every home remedy he’s ever read about and tries them all in one go. You have politely and softly tell him you appreciate the gesture but drinking 5 different herbal teas, 6 soups and 8 different medications is a tad too much.
From the tea, he will usually brew you chamomile or a special blend he's quite fond of. He’ll fuss over the temperature, insisting you drink it while it hot as it still has all the active botanical goodness. When he does make you tea at first, you're asleep, so he's used to the flat being quiet, but when you let out a sudden loud sneeze, it startles him and he throws the mug across the room, smashing it to hundreds of pieces
Steven will build you a literal fortress of pillows. He’ll constantly fluff them, tuck your duvet in so tight to the point you can't move, and makes sure your feet are warm. He might even lend you one of his softest, most worn in cardigan as an extra measure, even if you're visibly sweating from the layers.
He’s very soft spoken when you’re sick, his voice barely a whisper, which can lead to some funny interactions where you scream what so he talks louder and you complain you have a headache and he needs to lower his voice, and every time he'll laugh.
Since you'll be stuck in bed, he'll gladly read to you. This usually starts with a fiction book you actually want to hear, but somehow he will slide in fun facts about the Ennead or the construction of the Great Pyramid of Giza which then leads to him changing the book entirely. He uses his hands and does funny voices that it’s impossible not to smile. But if you so much as nod off for even a second, he'll start from the very beginning again.
He’ll prop up a laptop and cuddle next to you to watch history documentaries. He can't help but gently complain and point out historical inaccuracies to the screen, which becomes more entertaining than the documentary itself.
When you finally start to drift off to sleep, Steven will move from being next to you to sit quietly on the edge of the bed, gently stroking your hair, not wanting to accidentally and violently wake up which will disturb you, your sleep is important to him. He wants to make sure you feel completely safe and protected,.
He starts with a simple search like how to cure a cold and somehow ends up on forum threads from 2012 about rare tropical diseases. You’ll hear him pacing in the hallway, muttering to himself, you try to call out to him to ground him but he's muttering too much and wandering around to quickly to hear, so Marc takes over an arm and slaps him into sense
If you have a migraine, Steven will immediately draw the heavy curtains and turn off all the lights. He’ll gently massage your temples with a tiny bit of lavender oil if you let him.
Speaking of lavender oil, he goes overboard, he'll buy an oil diffuser and puts an entire bottle of lavender and rosmary oil in it to cleanse the flat of any sickly smells and to help relax and refresh you, it becomes so overpowering it sends you into a coughing fit, which Steven smiles to himself thinking it's working... until marc takes over and opens the windows and unplugs it, you tell Steven you still tasted the lavender in your coughs a week after, which he profusely apologises for.
He will arrange your bedside table with everything you could ever need. Tissues, a small bin, water, medicine, moisturiser, and a lip balm will all be perfectly lined up within arm's reach so you don't have to strain yourself.
He'll wear three face masks at first, after the initial paranoia of his forum thread anxiety run, when you point it out and ask if he's okay, he'll go on a long rant about the three of them share a body so triple protection is necessary, you try explaining to him that they're still one body so one is fine, but he refuses for a while until not only do you nag him, but so do Marc and Jake
Marc Spector
He isn't as verbally expressive as Steven, but his actions speak volumes. He will quietly sweep the flat, wash the dishes, and prep your meals so you don't have to look at a single piece of clutter. He wants your environment to be stress free so your body can focus on recovering
Marc’s idea of a good distraction is putting on old action movies or thrillers he watched growing up. He’ll sit on the edge of the bed, mindlessly tracing patterns on your hand or arm while the film plays.
He doesn't need to talk to feel close to you. If you're too weak to watch anything, he’ll grab a chair, pull it right up to the bedside, and quietly clean any equipment he's used recently while he watches over you.
Every hour, you'll get a low, gravelly voice asking, "You need anything? More ice? Another blanket?" If you say you're fine, he’ll just stare at you for a second, assessing your face, before deciding on his own what he thinks you need cause he knows you don't and won't want to tell him since you think you'll be a burden, which he keeps insisting you never have or will be.
He doesn’t care about expiration dates at first, he just hands you some cough medicine that is way past its best, Steven mentions he last used it five years ago and forgot to bin it and that he wondered where it got to, Marc still tells you to take it cause medicine is medicine, and you have to slowly, and tiredly, explain that is definitely NOT how it works and to buy you a new one
Once he does buy you new medicine he reads the box and every label that comes with it, calculating the dose to the exact level, not going a little under or over even by the smallest mm
Marc’s kitchen prep looks like an operation. He chops vegetables with terrifying speed and precision. If he's making you chicken soup, it’s going to be packed with protein and vitamins. He will taste test it every time he adds something or makes an adjustment scowling at the spoon, making sure it’s perfectly tasting and exactly warm enough to soothe your throat without burning you. If you smile and tell him it’s good, the tiny, relieved softening of his shoulders is worth everything.
If you have a raging headache, Marc doesn’t just pull the curtains, he turns the entire flat into a sensory deprivation tank. He will lock the doors, silence his phone, and move with absolute, silent stealth around the room.
He will try so hard to stay awake and pull a full night to watch over you. He’ll sit upright, arms crossed, staring at the wall. But eventually, his head will start to nod. If you reach out and pull his arm, whispering for him to just lie down with you, he’ll pretend to protest for half a second before giving in.
Jake Lockley
Jake is a firm believer in bold flavors to shock your system back to life. He’ll make you hot water with lemon, fresh ginger, and a massive spoonful of honey. He will chop up an obscene amount of garlic and chili to toss into a rich stew or soup. If Steven complains about how much he was putting in, Jake would just scoff in the mirror and ignore him, or insult his tea drinking habits. When he brings it to you, he’ll stand over you with his hands on his hips, and insists you eat every last bite, not a crumb left on the plate.
If you happen to mention your pillow is a little flat and drift back to sleep, you'll wake up with extra fluffed, thick, expensive, brand new pillows under you, how he got them under you will remain a mystery, and where they came from he just gives you a shifty eye and walks away.
As a cabbie, Jake knows how to make any space feel comfortable for a long ride. He will grab the heaviest, softest blankets in the flat and drape them over you, making sure you are completely insulated from any drafts.
Jake will bring a small, vintage style radio into the bedroom or set up a playlist of old Spanish, soul, or soft jazz songs at a comforting volume. He’ll hum along softly while he tidies up around you.
If you’re bored, he will tell you the most ridiculous stories about the passengers he’s picked up in his cab. He acts out their voices with a dry, sarcastic wit that will have you laughing even through your sore throat. If it sends you into a coughing fit he'll suddenly grab you a glass of water and ignores Steven's telling off and Marc's insults about how he should be letting you rest.
If you have just enough energy to sit up for ten minutes, he’ll pull out a deck of cards or a set of dominos. He’ll play a very low stakes game with you, absolutely letting you win but pretending he’s deeply offended by his ‘loss.’
Jake doesn't do doctors or hospitals if he has to, but if you ask to see one, he'll dissappear and an hour later he comes back with terrified man, you have to practically scream apologies and demand Jake to take him back and lecture him about how it's not what you meant, how he knows that and to book you a damn appointment, he rolls his eyes and takes the doctor back, complaining that you're ungrateful and how he's just tying to help, despite the massive smile on his face as he does so.
If you have to run to the bathroom to throw up, Jake is right there. He’ll hold your hair back and rub your back. He doesn't get squeamish at all, he’s seen it all, and his only focus is making sure you’re okay.
When he finally gets tired, he won't sleep in a chair. He’ll quietly slide under the covers, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and pulling you against him. He is incredibly warm, and he’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck.
