Whispers in the Dark (DBS Future Trunks x GN!Reader)
Notes: Yâall I was stuck on this for SO LONG and Iâm not super confident in his characterization (or the story) so donât be afraid to give some pointers lol. Anyways enjoy this hurt/comfort fic
â ď¸WARNINGâ ď¸: PTSD, intense nightmares, blood and violence, like one sexual joke, major character death in said nightmares
Desc: Trunks notices you havenât been sleeping lately ever since the threat of Zamasu has been eliminated. (Spoiler alert; neither has he)
Walking across the rubble of what once was your home, you tried not to breathe in too much smoke.
You were devastated. Everyone youâve ever known and loved were gone. And now, your home has been destroyed as well. All except for him.
ââŚItâs finally overâ Trunks said, sweeping his bangs out of his face. You both were wounded and dirty, but you were alive.
âYeahâ you replied, allowing a rare smile to take form. Hot tears cascaded down your face, not out of sadness, but relief.
The blue haired warrior placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turned to look at him, allowing just this once for him to see how vulnerable you are.
ââŚItâs overâ he repeated, pulling you into a tight hug. You didnât miss the slight tremble in his tone.
You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder. You let a full sob release from deep within your throat, rolling off your heavy shoulders like the waves on a beach.
Suddenly, you heard an all too familiar cackle, and the body in your arms went limp.
It was like everything was in slow motion.
Pulling away from Trunks, his blank expression was seared into your mind. You felt a vibration in your throat, but your ears were ringing so loudly that you couldnât hear yourself.
Every bone in your body screamed to protect him from falling to the ground, but it was like you were paralyzed.
ââŚTrunks?â You whispered, horrified.
You dropped to your knees beside him, shaking his arm frantically. âWake up. WAKE UP!â You shouted.
Feeling something soak into the fabric of your pants, you glanced down.
Blood. So much blood.
With blurry vision, you whipped to his attacker. You could see flashes of pink through the smoke.
You didnât need to see to know exactly who it was.
The smoke cleared, and Goku Blackâs twisted smirk came into view.
âHowâŚhow the fuck are you alive?!â You exclaimed, getting to your feet, stumbling a bit over the rubble.
Black only cackled, and surprisingly, flewâŚoff?
You didnât have the energy to chase after him. Despite this, you tried, but tripped over the rubble, falling face first.
You pressed your palms to the rocky ground, trying to push yourself up, only to fail.
âGOKU! VEGETA! WHERE ARE YOU?!â You screamed. They were nowhere to be found. You were all alone.
Black was getting away, so you tried to crawl your way towards him, accumulating many gashes and cuts along the way.
Finally, your body gave in. There was nothing you could do.
âCOME BACK AND FACE ME! FINISH ME OFF, YOU FUCKING COWARD!â You yelled at the top of your lungs.
You had used all of your energy. Covered in soot, blood, and tears, you passed out.
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âFUCK!â You shouted, shooting up out of your bed.
You struggled to breathe, clawing at your throat. Your other hand grasped at your bed sheets.
Wait. Bed sheets?
Looking around wildly, you realized you were in your room. No rubble, no smoke, no Black. You were home.
Well, not exactly home.
You heard heavy footsteps barreling towards your room. Out of reflex, you hurled a ki blast toward your door.
âOw! What the hell?!â Trunks exclaimed, looking at his torn clothes in dismay.
âOh god, sorry Trunks. I thought you were someone elseâ You apologized, standing up to check him for any wounds.
He opened his mouth to question you, but a sudden look of understanding washed across his features.
Feeling uncomfortably exposed, you shouldered past him. You felt his ki hover close by as you made your way into your shared kitchen.
You could feel his stare on the back of your head as you took out the necessary equipment to make some eggs.
âSunny side up? Scrambled?â You mumbled.
âUh, it doesnât matter. Talk to me, please â He says placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
Suddenly, his blank expression flashed across your mind. The blood, the laughter, the pain, the-
You felt two strong hands clamp onto your shoulders, anchoring you back to reality. You blinked. You were looking at his face, full of concern. Not dead. He was here.
Suddenly, a sheepish smile swept across his face. You couldnât look away. The sun had caught his blue eyes in the most gorgeous way.
âWhat?â You asked, a smile already tugging at the corners of your lips.
âYour eggs are a little too sunny right nowâ he said with a small laugh.
You whipped towards your eggs that were, in fact, burning. Cursing to yourself, you quickly took them off the burner.
Just like that, most of the tension was lifted off of your shoulders. You knew it wouldnât last, but you were present in the moment.
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You canât remember the last time you slept. Every time you closed your eyes, you were met with death and destruction.
What stuck with you the most, was every time Trunks died, you gave up. You begged for death.
Youâve never felt so ashamed in your life at even the thought of it. You allowed your world to be destroyed. It was all your fault.
Tonight was a night like the past few. Tossing and turning, covered in sweat, jolting awake every time you dared to fall asleep for even a second.
You were so caught up in your fears that you didnât notice Trunkâs ki enter your room.
âMove overâ he rasped, clearly exhausted.
âJeez! I need to get you a bell or somethingâ you said, grasping your chest.
He approached your bed, pushing you over to make room. You heard something loud clatter to the floor. Whatever it was, Trunks moved to push it under your bed.
ââŚWhat are you doing?â You questioned. You felt your cheeks flush as he made himself comfortable in your own bed.
ââŚI dunnoâ he mumbled, looking like he was half asleep already.
Even with the low light in the room, you could see the shadows of deep eyebags under his eyes. How did you not notice those before?
âHey Trunks?â You whispered timidly.
âYeah?â He replied.
âAre you not wearing a shirt?â You asked. You were pressed against his bare arm.
His hands suddenly flung to his naked chest, as if he didnât expect to be shirtless. âGuess notâ he said sleepily.
Before you could continue the conversation, his small snores filled up the dark space. I mean, youâve seen him shirtless before, so why did this feel like such a big deal to you?
The strange intimacy of the moment didnât go unnoticed by you. A part of you still felt like you were intruding on something you werenât supposed to see.
At the same time, he mustâve been truly desperate to resort to collapsing in your bed, especially shirtless. You had no idea he was suffering just as much as you are. He had a talent for hiding that stuff, especially for the sake of the world.
You threw caution to the wind and relaxed in your shared proximity. The exhaustion was really creeping in now. It felt as if you were suspended between the waking world and the horrors that waited for you in the dark unknown.
Maybe it wasnât so scary with him here.
You were exhausted, but you werenât quite ready to sleep yet. Waking yourself up a little more, grunting with the effort, you grabbed a book. With one last glance to the sleeping warrior, you fully immersed yourself in the book.
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A few hours later, he suddenly jolted awake, breathing heavily, shaking you from your book. He looked around the room, seeming surprised that it was not his own.
Gnawing on your bottom lip, you contemplated on what to do. You were never great with comforting others. You scooted over to your side slightly more, allowing him the room to flee if he pleased.
He only flopped back down in his spot, trying and failing to slow down his frantic breathing and racing heart.
ââŚDo you want to talk about it?â You asked with a low whisper.
âIâŚ.uhâŚâ he began. The bed shook a little as he moved to sit up.
It was silent for a bit. You remained patient as he tried to find the words.
ââŚI dreamt of Zamasuâ he said. He whispered the kaiâs name as if it were a forbidden word. Just the mention of his name was enough to put your body into survival mode.
âOnly, it wasnât Gokuâs body he stole⌠it was Gohanâsâ he continued, his voice wavering while he said his previous mentors name.
âHeâŚ.he killed momâ he said. A strangled strangled sob tore from his throat. He was struggling to keep himself, together.
Having no helpful words to offer, you loosely intertwined your fingers with his, giving him the option to pull away. His palms were sweaty and calloused.
He tightened his grip instead, letting out a few more sniffles. âIâve been haunted by him as wellâ you said quietly.
âWant to share with the class?â He joked, though it sounded sadder than he intended it to be.
âUhâŚwellâ you hesitated. He was being vulnerable. The least you could do is offer him the same.
âIt began exactly how the fight with Zamasu ended.. only, Black came back and-..â you took a deep, shuddering breath. You could feel Trunkâs gaze on you.
âWe were celebrating and he killed youâ you finished, holding your breath for his reaction.
He squeezed your hand.
âNever knew I was so important to youâ he joked.
You lightly shoved him, your other palm meeting his bare shoulder. âDonât be meanâ you teased.
He only laughed in response, squeezing your hand once again. âWhy donât we try to sleep, together?â He asked.
âEw, what?â You replied, scrunching your nose.
âNot like that! I meant restingâ he said, lightly smacking the top of your head.
âI guess it wouldnât hurt to tryâ you reasoned, marking the page you left off on and moving your book to the nightstand.
You settled into bed, still holding onto his hand. Neither of you made an attempt to pull away.
You were finally starting to fall asleep when you heard him speak up.
ââŚYouâre so far awayâ he commented quietly.
ââŚDo you want to come closer?â You offered, ignoring your heart rate spiking at the thought of it.
It was silent for a few moments, until you heard shuffling from him, and a pressure on your chest.
You froze a bit, your heart stuttering. He squeezed your hand as if he was reassuring you.
You placed your unoccupied hand on his bare back, allowing him to scoot closer and press more of his weight against you. You trailed your fingers up and down his spine, subtly feeling his smooth skin against yours.
You released all of your tension with a deep breath. You even hugged him closer. Without your consent, your eyes began to flutter shut. His warmth was encasing you like a sleeping bag.
Even as you continued to slip into subconsciousness, you felt no fear.
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Blearily opening your eyes, you let out a sleepy groan. You tried to roll over, only you were stopped by a pair of arms wrapped around you.
ââŚWhat?â You mumbled to yourself, finally blinking the sleep out of your eyes.
You were met with Trunks relaxed face. His blue hair was wildly splayed out, and he had a trail of drool gathering on his (your) pillow.
Still not quite fully awake yet, you reached to his face without shame, brushing his blue bangs out of his eyes.
He suddenly swung his leg over yours, pulling himself closer to you. Out of reflex, you buried your nose into the crown of his head, smelling the warmth of the earth and sun.
Then, you froze. What the hell were you doing? You tried to wrench yourself free, but Trunks had a death grip on you.
Well, damn. Guess you were stuck. Shuffling a bit, you reached backwards to grab your book and pick up where you left off.
Not even a few minutes into reading, he groaned, moving his wet cheek onto your shoulder.
ââŚWha..?â He mumbled, his blue eyes meeting yours.
âOh. Hiâ he said, clearly embarrassed. Despite this, he did not move away.
âDid you sleep well?â You asked, placing your book to the side.
âYes, actuallyâ he replied, sitting up. You missed the warmth already.
âI did tooâ you said, smiling at the sight of his happy expression.
âOh, crap. Iâm supposed to help mom with her new project today, I have to goâ he said, practically leaping off the bed.
Standing up with him, without thinking, you grabbed onto his bicep. You stumbled a bit over a metal object, looking down to see his sword was peaking out from underneath your bed.
He had brought it with him last night. So many emotions hit you at once. Empathy, affection, worry.
Seeing him turn to look at you made your brain buffer on the spot, all of your emotions making way for your nerves now that you had his attention.
âYou canât stay any longer?â You blurted, feeling your face heat up at your bluntness.
He studied you for a moment, then a sly smile crept on his face. âI suppose she wonât mind if Iâm a little lateâ he said.
Suddenly, he was colliding with you, pressing his lips against yours. You let yourself fall onto your bed, dragging him down with you.
Nothing has ever felt so right before. Running your fingers through his hair, exploring his skin, allowing his tongue to snake into your mouth.
You never wanted this to end. He began to pant in between kisses, pressing his chest closer to you as the kiss became more heated.
Suddenly, feeling a bunch of buzzing to your side, you fished for your phone, reluctantly pulling away from him.
Bulma
-âTell Trunks to hurry the hell upâ
You laughed at the text, showing it Trunks. He cursed, running out of the room, coming back with a shirt on.
âI wouldnât mind if this continuedâ he said, leaning against the doorframe.
âNeither would Iâ you replied with a smile.
He gave you one last kiss before running out the door.
