Ordered by ue on Ao3
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Zuka was awoken by the sound of thunder coming from the storm outside his window.
Yet, it was a rather peaceful night despite the occasional crash of lighting.
The room was illuminated by the street lights outside, their warm orange glow contrasting with the darkness that had only increased as the hours ticked by. The pattering of rain drops falling onto the window was rather melodic, and the droplets slowly moving downward from the strong winds across the glass had made a rather nice scene to look at.
It all made being indoors cozy. Being shielded with warmth from the comfort of his home.
As well as the warmth of the two people beside him.
On his left was a con artist who constantly loved to bother him about the deals he had made with other demons he'd scammed. Their vest was casted aside, leaving them to sleep in a dress shirt and some shorts. Scars could be seen around their neck, with staples plastered as to connect whatever injury he endured. Broker.
Besides him on the right was a serial killer. One who had harvested demon's very souls to gift to whatever deity she worshiped. Not to mention take their horns to showcase on her wall. As if they were a mere collectable that was only spawned to be shelved in her very office. Most of the more extravagant parts were carelessly thrown on the floor. As so she could be more comfortable while laying in bed. Scythe.
How in the inpherno did he not only strike one insane demon to fancy him, but two baffled Zuka.
They were both in a cult for sword's sake.
Yet he couldn't deny that he didn't love them...
He supposed somewhere along the line both of them won him over. Their plan was to dote on him at the same time, then at least he'd like one of them. But it seems as though things went towards a different path. A different way. And he was happy about that.
Zuka sat up a bit, scratching the itch on the nub of his former arm as he looked around the darkened room. The glow of his alarm clock stood out from any aesthetics the rain gave. A red light faintly glowing outward onto the metal the numbers were encased in.
4:30
My, did he wake up late or early for that matter.
He let out a sigh, not really of annoyance, just dissatisfaction. He didn't really know what to do at a time of day like this.
"Zukes?"
His name was called out from the left.
Broker at some point had woken up unnoticed. He didn't know when exactly. But it was probably recent seeing as he wasn't awake when he had awakened earlier.
"What is it?"
"Why are you awake?" Zuka watched as Broker sat up with him. The acolyte started to hug his side.
"Weather woke me up."
"You're scared of rain?!?"
"No-"
"Scythe! Wake up! It's an emergency!"
Broker had jumped over him to get to where Scythe was sleeping. The blanket being tossed around and off of Zuka as a result.
However, Broker noticed this and quickly tucked the blanket around Zuka once more, giving him a pat on the head... Before ruthlessly shaking the hell out of Scythe, determined to wake her up.
"What in hell's name?!" After being shaken like a ragdoll. It wasn't a surprise Scythe had woken up with a rather pissed expression on her face.
Though it eased a bit as she saw it was only Broker. (This had probably happened before, multiple times.)
"What is it, Broker?"
"Zukes! Zukes was crying! He woke up sweating! And pleading for us to help him! The rain makes him scared!"
One glimpse at Zuka was able to prove, no, he had not been crying. No he wasn't all too scared. He was not sweaty and no, he most likely did not ask for help whatsoever.
Scythe just slowly blinked in confusion.
"Broker, Whaddya you going on about-? Zuka looks fine!" She said with a finger pointed at the one armed demon.
"I just woke up from the thunder, is all." Zuka would try to explain.
"Nu uh. Scythe listen up." Broker quickly huddled with Scythe, the two of them whispering to one another right in front of Zuka. Rude much? Why couldn't he know what they were talking about? He tried to get closer to listen up, only to be pushed back into the bed to be tucked in by the blanket once more.
The snickering didn't go unnoticed either.
Eventually with a giggle, the two of them faced Zuka again. They had some look of smugness to them. With their smiles that crept up their faces and eyes that had some sort of gleam to them.
"Awwwwww, you had a nwightmare? A bad dweam?"
"Daw, ain't that sad? Our lil Zuzu woke up in a fwight."
...Aw hell no.
Zuka, without any remorse took a pillow from the bed and started relentlessly smacking the shit outta them.
The two cult members quickly cried out in agony, as the cushion of the pillow constantly besieged them.
It was only when they started begging and pleading for mercy that he stopped.
"Please don't ever talk like that in front of me again." He sighed.
"Heh, you got it Zukes!" Broker simply crawled back over to the left part of the bed. To be back next to Zuka of course.
"Didn't have ta' smack us so hard though.." Scythe said rubbing the back of her head, it seemed that particular spot was where she got hit the most.
Eventually the three of them settled down again, under the sheets of the bed, huddled together.
Zuka felt a bit tired again, after using some energy.
Scythe and Broker were clinging onto his sides.
Broker, albeit a bit smaller, was spooning Zuka from behind. Their arms around his chest and legs around his stomach. Face nuzzling into the back of his neck.
Scythe was holding him. With one hand playing with his hair and the other just barely being able to reach Broker's back, he looked over to see it doing circle motions, which Broker looked rather happy about.
He became lethargic.
It was a calm night, as the three of them started to drift off from the light sounds of rain outside the window.
What a nice night to end off on. Though, they'd definitely be out of the house before Rocket came back. Something told him the boy wouldn't be too pleased to find his father all "buddy buddy" with criminals currently being hunted by the warden of Banlands.
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First time every writing poly relationships- sorry if its bad. I can barely write about two people being romantic. LET ALONE THREE.
