Marvel: NIHILITY

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. David stretched lazily, the events of the previous night replaying in his mind like a vivid dream. Susan stirred beside him, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, a radiant smile lighting up her face as she greeted him with a soft kiss.

"Good morning," she whispered, her voice carrying a sweetness that made David smile despite himself.

"Good morning," he replied, pulling her closer. They lingered for a moment before Susan tugged his arm.

"Shower together?" she suggested with a mischievous grin.

David sighed, but his lips curled into a smirk. "Why do I have the feeling this 'shower' won't be very productive?"

Susan giggled, leading him toward the bathroom. "Who said anything about being productive?"

After a long shower, they got ready and went to meet Emma who was waiting to know the details. David adjusted his coat nervously as they stood outside Emma's penthouse. Susan, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, humming softly to herself.

"Are you sure about this?" David asked, glancing at her.

Susan tilted her head and smiled. "Why wouldn't I be? Emma sounds lovely."

"She's… direct," David muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Susan laughed and patted his arm. "Relax, David. It'll be fine."

David sighed, ringing the doorbell. Moments later, the door swung open to reveal Emma Frost, dressed in a chic white outfit, her sharp gaze flicking between David and Susan. For a moment, David braced himself for icy sarcasm, but instead, Emma's lips curved into a sly smile.

"So, this is the infamous Susan Storm, your other wife." Emma said, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed.

Susan beamed and stepped forward, embracing Emma without hesitation. "And you must be Emma Frost! Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you in person! David's told me so much about you."

Emma blinked, momentarily taken aback by the enthusiastic hug. Then, with a chuckle, she returned the gesture. "Well, this is unexpected. I didn't think you'd be so… affectionate."

"Of course!" Susan said, stepping back with a cheerful grin. "We're both in love with David, so we're practically sisters, right? Future wives should get along!"

David's eyes widened as Emma burst into laughter. "Sisters? Oh, darling, I like her already."

Susan clasped her hands together. "I know, right? And we'll need to stick together to keep the gold diggers and bad influences away from David."

Emma laughed harder, wiping a tear from her eye. "Oh, you are delightful. David, I think I approve."

David, who had been standing awkwardly by the door, groaned. "You two are going to gang up on me, aren't you?"

Ignoring him completely, Susan and Emma moved to the couch, chatting like old friends. Susan asked about Emma's businesses, and Emma shared stories about some of the more ridiculous people she'd had to deal with. Susan also told her about her foundation and some of the research. They exchanged laughs and anecdotes as if they'd known each other for years.

David stood by the wall, arms crossed, sulking. "Glad to see I'm still the center of attention," he muttered sarcastically.

Emma glanced at him with a smirk. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, darling. You've already got two beautiful women who adore you. Let us have our fun."

Susan giggled, turning to Emma. "He's so cute when he's pouty, isn't he?"

Emma nodded in agreement. "Adorably insufferable."

David groaned, slumping into a nearby chair. "This is my nightmare."

The two women ignored him, continuing their conversation about everything from fashion to plans for the future. Susan excitedly shared ideas for redecorating David's living space, while Emma playfully teased her about her boundless enthusiasm.

Eventually, Emma poured a glass of wine for Susan and herself, raising it in a toast. "To our dear David," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "The man who somehow managed to capture the hearts of two very different women."

Susan raised her glass with a bright smile. "To David! And to us—for being such an amazing team already."

David, now resigned to his fate, raised an imaginary glass with a sigh. "To me, the luckiest man in the world… apparently."

The three of them laughed, and for a brief moment, the room felt warm and filled with a strange, chaotic harmony. Despite David's initial fears, the meeting had gone better than he could have imagined.

As the evening wore on and the conversation turned to lighter topics, David couldn't help but smile as he watched Susan and Emma interact. Sure, it was unconventional, and yes, it was a bit overwhelming, but there was something comforting about the bond they were forming.

Maybe, just maybe, this strange little family could work after all.

David woke to the sensation of soft lips pressing against his cheek and the warmth of two beautiful blondes tangled around him. Susan was snuggled into his left side, her fingers lazily tracing circles on his chest, while Emma lay on his right, her usual icy demeanor replaced by the serene glow of someone utterly content.

"Good morning, my love," Susan purred, her lips brushing against his jawline.

Emma stretched languidly, her hair spilling over her shoulder as she gave him a teasing smirk. "Morning, darling. I assume you're satisfied after last night's… vigorous exercise?"

David chuckled, kissing Susan on the forehead before turning to Emma and playfully flicking her nose. "I'm alive, but I don't think you'll walk straight for a week honey."

Susan giggled and nuzzled closer. "Well, we need to make sure our David gets all the love he deserves, so he doesn't get tempted by some hussy. Emma, don't you think we should make mornings like this a tradition?"

Emma rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress her smile. "If by 'tradition,' you mean exhausting him until he can't string two sentences together, I'm all for it."

David groaned dramatically. "This is what my life has become—being outnumbered by two gorgeous blondes who delight in breaking me. What a tragic existence."

Susan laughed, pulling him into a kiss. "You'll survive, my tragic hero."

Later that morning, after a steamy shower with Susan and Emma, the three of them arrived at the Baxter Building. David was prepared for awkwardness, but even he couldn't predict the chaos that would ensue.

As they entered the lobby, Johnny Storm, Susan's younger brother, was sprawled across a couch, absently tossing a small flame between his fingers. The sight of his sister walking in hand-in-hand with David and Emma made him sit bolt upright, the flame flickering out mid-air.

"Uh… Sue?" Johnny asked, his tone equal parts disbelief and horror. "What's going on here? Why are you with the world's most wanted bachelor and his fiance? Is this some kind of… weird threesome situation?"

Susan beamed. "It's not weird, Johnny. David's, me and Emma are together now. Isn't it wonderful?"

Johnny's jaw dropped. "Wait, you're saying you're literally in a harem with him? " He pointed at David, his tone incredulous but tinged with respect.

David smirked, placing a hand on Johnny's shoulder. "It's not as crazy as it sounds."

Johnny leaned in, lowering his voice. "Dude, do you even know how weird my sister is? Like, she used to keep—"

"I've got all kinds super vision," David interrupted, chuckling. "Let's just say I can handle it."

Johnny stared at him, his expression shifting to admiration. "Man, you're braver than I thought. Respect."

While this exchange was happening, Susan was enthusiastically chatting with Emma, their earlier awkwardness replaced by surprising camaraderie.

"You know, Emma," Susan said with a grin, "we should totally team up to keep the bad women away from David."

Emma arched an eyebrow, amused. "Bad women?"

"You know," Susan said conspiratorially. "The ones who don't love him as much as we do."

Emma chuckled, shaking her head. "You're something else, Susan. But fine, I'll humor you."

David, watching this from the sidelines, groaned inwardly. Great. Now they're teaming up against the world. What have I done?

Meanwhile, in his private lab, Reed Richards was wrestling with his own insecurities. The sight of Susan so happy—and with David, of all people—had struck a nerve he didn't know he had. He felt defeated, the guy was better than him in almost every regard, even his powers.

He tried to focus on his work, the Negative Zone portal in front of him humming faintly. But Susan's words from earlier echoed in his mind: "We're halting funding for the Negative Zone project. The Baxter Foundation is partnering with Faust Industries now."

Reed sighed, rubbing his temples. It wasn't just a professional blow; it felt personal.

After a moment of brooding, he made a decision. If the Baxter Foundation wouldn't support him, he'd find help elsewhere. Picking up his phone, he dialed a number he hadn't used in years.

Victor von Doom stood in the grand study of Castle Doom, surrounded by the exquite displays declaring of his power. When his phone rang, he answered with a mix of curiosity and disdain.

"Reed Richards," he drawled, his tone mocking. "How unexpected."

Reed's voice was tight with frustration. "Victor, I need your help."

Doom smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Help? From me? How delightfully ironic. Go on, Richards—entertain me."

"I'm working on accessing the Negative Zone," Reed explained. "The Baxter Foundation has withdrawn its support, but the work must continue."

"And you thought of me," Doom said, his tone smug. "How flattering."

Reed's patience was wearing thin. "Are you in or not?"

Doom considered this. The idea of accessing the Negative Zone intrigued him, and the opportunity to one-up Reed Richards was an added bonus.

"Very well," Doom said. "But make no mistake—this is my project now. If we succeed, the credit will be mine."

"Fine," Reed snapped. "I just want results."

Doom smirked. "Then we have an understanding. Send me the details."

As the call ended, Doom's smirk widened. Working with Reed Richards was a means to an end—and he fully intended to exploit it.

The next day, David, Susan, and Emma made their way to the main lab, only to find it empty.

"Where's Reed?" Susan asked a passing technician.

"He's been in his private lab all morning," the technician replied. "He mentioned something about a breakthrough."

David exchanged a look with Emma, his instincts tingling. "That doesn't sound good."

Susan frowned. "Should we check on him?"

David nodded. "Yeah. Let's make sure he's not about to blow up the building."

As they headed toward Reed's lab, David couldn't shake the feeling that something big—and potentially dangerous—was brewing. And with Victor von Doom now in the picture, the stakes had just gotten a whole lot higher.