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The Hound of Hell's Kitchen
Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou
Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader
Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language
(18+ Only)
Chapter Five: Family Ties
Chapter Warnings: Fluff
Word Count: 2.8k
Claire came back later in the evening, dropping off a measly, singular trash bag of what was left of Y/N's belongings that had indeed been thrown out onto the street.
Y/N looked through it finding, only a few shirts, and trousers, clearly anything of value had either been taken by Mr. Fitzgerald for the overdue rent, or by a passerby on the street.
"Sorry, Y/L/N." Claire squeezed Y/N's shoulder, comfortingly, as Y/N rested her head on the back of the chair, looking to the ceiling as she tries not to cry.
"It's okay, thanks for bringing me this at least." Y/N gives her a sad, yet genuine smile.
Claire bends down to examine Y/N's bandages, before wishing the two of them goodnight, and leaving with a still grumpy looking Luke.
"Why does he not like me?" Y/N pouts, brows furrowing as Luke slams the door a little hard, on his and Claire's way out.
"I don't think its you," Matt shakes his head, finishing another spring roll, "I think he's just a little annoyed that Claire didn't tell anyone you existed."
"That's not her fault, I asked her to keep me a secret, from everyone." Y/N shrugged, “I’m a rare breed, I’ve got no choice but to keep my existence a secret.”
“I understand, we all do,” Matt assured, “your secret will be safe with us.”
Y/N nods slowly, continuing to finish her plate of food, struggling to her feet again, she hobbles towards the kitchen sink.
Matt's eyes widen, and he jumps to his feet to catch up with her, "How many times do I have to tell you; Sit. Down."
Matt's chest rumbles, and it makes Y/N freeze, she doesn't even feel the sensation of the plate slipping out of her hand, but she does here the crash and the smash, as the stained white china, shatters across the stone floor.
The tears spring quickly, and Y/N crumples to her knees as she tries to clear away the broken porcelain.
"I'm sorry-sorry, I'm so sorry." Y/N rambles, she can barely see where she is putting her hands, as the salty tears cloud her vision.
"Stop, stop, it's okay, sweetheart, stop." Matt takes Y/N's shaking hands into his, she fights him for a moment trying to clear up her mess, "Stop."
The command in Matt's tone makes Y/N stop once again, she doesn't look up from the floor and the massive mess she had caused.
"This was my fault, I shouldn't have used that tone, it wasn't necessary." Matt utters, his voice is low and soothing, his scent is strongly of regret and empathy.
Y/N sniffles, using her shoulder to wipe her cheek as her hands were still occupied by Matt's. Matt slowly takes the shattered pieces out of Y/N's hands, gathering up what he can, and throwing it into the trash. Y/N stays frozen to the spot, on her knees, eyes fixed, tears still trickling down her face.
Matt bites his lip for a bit before gathering up all the plates and cutlery and place them next to the sink. He turns the tap on, filling the sink, with water and washing detergent.
Matt then heads back to Y/N and helps her to her feet, "you wanna help me wash up?"
Y/N doesn't really get a chance to answer, before Matt shuffles her to the sink, he lifts her lightly onto his feet, boxing her in with his arms, so she's steady on her feet. He reaches into the sink, Y/N following his hands, she starts to wash up along with the Alpha.
Towards the end of washing up, Y/N felt herself feel a little better, the washing up, relieving some of her earlier anxieties. The tears are almost dry by the time Y/N places the last plate on the drying rack.
"I think we should get you to bed." Matt again is speaking, but he's not asking a question, he's telling Y/N that she's going to bed. However, Y/N didn't mind Matt telling her what to do, she happily let him take her towards his bedroom, and sitting her on the bed.
Y/N frowned and pouted when he turned his back and headed towards the living room.
"Where are you going?" Matt stopped walking glancing over his shoulder, frowning himself when he saw Y/N's unhappy face.
"Going to my cosy couch." Matt jested, gesturing to the sofa, Y/N and himself had just used as a dining room.
"Why?"
"Because you're in my bed."
'Well, then I'll sleep on the couch-ah." Y/N falls back onto the bed, regretting her decision to stand immediately.
"I think not." Matt smirked, heading towards the sofa again.
"I don't want to sleep alone." Y/N finally blurts, making Matt fix to the spot, before slowly spinning to face Y/N again, "Please, don't make me sleep alone."
"If you're sure, sweetheart?' Matt is tentative with his words, but he is already moving back towards Y/N.
"Please."
Matt nods, "Lay down, honey."
Y/N manages to swing her legs onto the bed, whilst tracking Matt as he walks around the other side of the bed, getting under the covers. Shuffling onto her side, Y/N pulls her legs up to her chest as best she can, twitching her lips, as she admires Matt.
He turns the lamp off next to him, turning to face Y/N, letting out a long breath; "usually people close their eyes now."
Y/N tries to bite back the smile, clearing her throat to hide her laugh.
"Sorry." Y/N mumbles, closing her eyes, but peaking one of them open, noticing the way Matt's lips twitch, "How do you even know?"
Matt chuckles loudly, "I can hear your eyelids click every time you blink.
"Okay, ew gross, forget I asked."
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"Pwease don't o." Faolan begged, standing in Y/N's way, as she tries to hastily pack her bag.
"I've got no choice, Fe." nudging him to the side softly, he brings his blanket up to his face, rubbing it harshly on his cheek, in hopes to self-soothe.
"ake me wif wu." the little wolf tries the alternative, his big round eyes, glassy with tears, as he watched his big sister pack her small life away.
"I can't take you with me, Faolan . I'm going to have to figure out how I'm going to survive myself, let alone take a 4 year old with me." Y/N shakes her head, she was breaking her own heart with her words, so Gods know how this little man was feeling.
"Pwease." Faolan's voice broke, as he let the tears roll, he tried to wipe some of them with the rag in his small fist, but they were coming too quick for him to catch all of them.
"I'm sorry, Fe," Y/N held him in her arms, squeezing him tight, she stroked his damp cheek with her calloused thumb, taking in every little detail.
She never wanted to forget this little face.
"What if I'm un Omegga?" Felan hiccuped, Y/N stroked his hair, kissing the top of his head.
"That won't happen, Faolan. I promise."
"Ut, what if it does." Y/N could see the panic in the whites of his eyes, the little boy had seen everything that night, he saw an entire pack, turn on a singular member in the space of an hour. His family, becoming torn apart in a singular second.
"I will come for you," Y/N utters determined, "I will come for you, I swear."
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Y/N shot awake with a light gasp and a shriek, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat, the sheets beneath her felt wet, and clung to her body, cold.
Matt felt Y/N shift beside him, and the sleep shattering shriek, and soon he too was wide awake, scrambling to get near Y/N.
"Shh, shhh, you're okay, sweetheart." Matt tries to cradle Y/N to his chest, but she fights him, still in some sleepy distress. "Shh, shh."
"Get away." Y/N tries to struggle, not fully aware of her surroundings, "Get off me."
"It's me, honey, it's me." Matt manages to cup the back of Y/N's neck, placing a small amount of pressure on Y/N's scruff. It makes Y/N go a little rigid, but it gives Matt enough time to push her into his neck, letting her take in his comforting scent.
"That's it, deep breaths," Matt coaches, "Good girl."
Matt's hand slips from Y/N scruff, running down her back, rubbing in soft circles, "That's it, good girl, nice and calm."
Y/N manages to get her breathing back under control, taking in Matt's scent glands with each shaking breath. She clutches at his arm desperate to keep him close, and Matt does nothing but hold her a little tighter, she knew he was there, and that's all she needed.
“Thank you.” Y/N rasps, pressing her forehead into Matt’s neck, she can feel Matt’s chest rumbling gently, the vibrations an Alpha Method to soothe. Y/N had never experienced an Alpha’s comfort rumble, she’d only been on the receiving end of a bark or aggression rumble.
This was nice. To experience comfort from an Alpha, for an Omega, it was like all her Christmas’ had come at once. She’d never felt more secure than in this quiet moment right now.
“It’s okay.” Matt reassured, keeping his hold on Y/N tight and firm, “you wanna talk about what you were dreaming about?”
“Not right now.” Y/N shook her head.
She was about to turn away, to lay back into her side of the bed, happily wrapped up in Matt’s arms, when her ears flickered.
“What’s wrong?” Matt felt Y/N go rigid in his arms, he tries to hold her tighter, but she’s pushing him away, as she struggles to the end of the bed. “What is it?”
Y/N tilts her head from side to side, trying to narrow in on the peculiar yet so familiar sound she can hear outside.
“Do your windows open?” Y/N was already moving towards them whilst she was asking the question. Matt is quick to jump from the bed, wrapping his arm around Y/N waist helping her to the window.
“Yeah hang on.” Matt safely lays Y/N’s hands on the window sill making sure she is secure before he starts to push the windows open. The cool city air makes Y/N shiver slightly, but she grins and bears it as she pushes her face out the window.
Moving her ear closer to the city, they twitch as she tries to hone in on the noise.
Finally she hears it, the sound spiking in her sensitive eardrum.
“What the…” Y/N breathes out in surprise, “there’s no way.”
“What?” Matt asks, concern radiating off his scent fiercely.
“Can’t you hear that?” Y/N is practically hanging out the window as she strains to listen to the noise, Matt has hold of her hips, stopping her from toppling out the penthouse apartment.
“Hear what?”
“Listen, listen hard, hold your breath if you need to.” Y/N instructs, she feels Matt’s chest against her back, she feels it still, as he does as Y/N says holding his breath, he leans into the city air trying to understand what Y/N was hearing.
It takes a second but soon Matt can hear it too.
The noise is faint against the bustle of the city, but Matt can’t deny that it’s there.
“What is that?” Matt asks Y/N quietly, not wanting to startle the Omega who was focused so intently.
“It’s a howl.”
“A howl? Like a wolf howl?” Matt can hear the noise clearer, now that he knew vaguely what he was listening too. It was a high pitch cry, it bounced off building to building before landing in his eardrum.
“That’s…not…possible.” Y/N whispers to herself, her eyes wide, shaking her head from side to side. She places her hands firmly on the window ledge, before Matt realises what Y/N is doing she had slipped out from his grasp, vaulting herself out of the window.
“Y/N!” Matt shouts after her, rushing to the edge.
Y/N isn’t listening to him, she’s already scaling her way down the building side, ignoring the burning pain in her side. Her bandages felt invisible, as she clambered her way in the direction of the howling.
Y/N barely notices the sound of Matt calling and following after her, until he lands next to her on the sidewalk outside his apartment.
“What are you doing?” Matt pants, reaching for Y/N wrist, but he’s not able to catch it, as she takes off running, barefoot down the street.
Chasing after her, he too forgets he is shoeless, but he’s unbothered, desperate to keep up with the distressed Omega.
Y/N's chest burns, as she gasps for breath, but she doesn't stop, spurred on by the howling, which grows louder and louder.
Taking a sharp turn into an industrial estate, her feet slap against the wet concrete, as she slows her pace down, head darting from corner to corner, as she tries to access the area she's found herself in.
Jumping slightly, when Matt places his hand on her shoulder, when he finally catches up with her.
"You can't do that, Y/N." Matt pants, Y/N shrugs his hand off, his scent was mixing with the ones in the area, and it was clouding her senses.
"It's stopped." Y/N's panic is spiking strongly in her scent, "The howling has stopped."
Matt listens too, holding his breath again, so he doesn't distract himself from tracking the noise. Y/N was right the howling had stopped, but there was still unfamiliar sound.
"Sounds like...nails?" Matt questions himself, but Y/N appears to know what he is saying.
"I don't understand...I thought I was the only one in New York." Y/N utters in disbelief, taking slow steps towards the tapping sound.
The noise leads her to an abandoned warehouse, the doors have been torn from their hinges. Y/N gently runs her fingers over the huge gashes, carved in the steel doors.
"What can do something like this?" Matt asks, his hands to examining the gaping wounds in the doors.
"Something like me." Y/N's voice trails off, Matt walks so he's shoulder to shoulder with Y/N, he can sense the change of direction in the air, that flutters over his face.
Furrowing his brow, he sniffs the air, the smell of wet dog and saliva tickles his nose. Concentrating harder, his mind is soon able to build a profile in his head, of what he was now face to face with.
"Y/N? Do you know what this is?" Matt speaks quietly, not wanting to frighten what sits in front of the Alpha and the Omega.
"It's not what, Matt." Y/N scolds, a smile dances across her lisp, "I know who this is."
"Who is it?"
"Hello, baby brother." Y/N speaks strongly, not a trace of worry or anxiety lay in her scent, mainly the smell of concern, yet happiness sprinkled in between her words.
"Baby brother?" Matt tilts his head confused.
"Matt," Y/N gestures her arms in front of her, "Meet Faolan."
The grey wolf jostled its fur to Y/N's words, but it didn't appear to soften its twisted up muzzle, bearing its pearl white teeth, drool rolling off the corners, of it's mouth.
"Faolan?' Y/N spoke softly, tilting her head from side to side, "Faolan it's me, it's okay."
The wolf lowers it's head closer to the ground, Y/N noticed that it's eyes lay on Matt, the wolf's back zig zagged, as it's hackles stood on end.
Stepping in front of Matt, Y/N pushed him gently behind her, making sure to fully block him from the wolf's view.
"It's okay, Faolan, he's a friend." The wolf didn't back down at Y/N's words, thinking on her feet quickly, Y/N remembers a move she'd seen performed by her brothers' when they wanted something from their father. A little like a puppy begging.
Y/N holds her hands out in front of her, her palms facing the floor; locking eyes with Faolan, she begins to slowly sink to her knees. The ground is wet beneath her as her knee lands on the gravel ground. She blinks slowly, her eyes changing from their usual colour to a glowing yellow.
Letting out a shallow whine, Faolan's features soften from the hard glare, to a lighter looks, his teeth are hidden by the skin of his muzzle, which has also flattened out.
The wolf pants a few times before slowly his face begins to change. It begins as a small twitch before morphing into a ripple, which takes over his face. Soon the ripple spreads to small waves across his whole body, his size beginning to reduce.
Eventually the fur turned to skin, the muzzle to a mouth, the paws to hands and feet, nothing was left of the wolf that stood before them, instead a young boy, who darted behind a stack of crates, nothing but a flash of flesh disappearing from view.
It wasn't long, and then the boy was back, this time with a pair of scabby jeans on, a tattered grey t-shirt, pulling on a dirty red hoodie.
"Wow, you've grown." Y/N huffed, standing from her knees, keeping her arms outstretched this time to take her frail looking brother into her arms.
Faolan wrapped her arms around her waist. Y/N didn't care for the pain, which stabbed her in the side, when Faolan squeezed her tight, she was just glad to have this boy in her arms once again.
"Why are you here, Fe?' Y/N asked softly into his hair.
"You said you would come back for me." Faolan voice is small, and weak as he looked, "Why didn't you come back?'
Y/N draws Faolan away from her, but keeps her hands on his shoulders, squeezing gently.
"I did Faolan," Y/N admits, "I went back to the den, a few years ago, but you weren't there, I figured you'd moved on for hunting purposes."
"Why didn't you look for us?" Faolan shrugs Y/N's hands off his shoulders, his brows furrowed in a concoction of confusion and anger.
"I tried, but I lost your scent about 30 miles away from the den, it just went cold." Y/N explained, scenting as strongly as she could, of sincerity.
"I needed you." Faolan whispers, his voice growing shaky, his scent changes strongly to sadness, and heartache. "It's been 11 years."
Y/N places her hand on his cheek, stroking softly with her thumb.
"I'm here now, Fe." Y/N steps forward to embrace her brother in another tight hug, before pulling away once again, "But why are you here now?"
Y/N felt Faolan's body go stiff beneath her, chewing his lip, his scent immediately changing to anxious and fear.
"He came for us Y/N." Faolan managed to choke out.
"Who came for you, who's he?" Y/N's brow furrows scent changing quickly to confusion.
"The hunter, he came for us, Father offered him me because..."
Faolan trialed off but Y/N already knew what he was going to say.
"Because you're an Omega too."
#marvel fanfiction#reader insert#a/b/o dynamics#avengers a/b/o#omega!reader#a/b/o lifestyle#matt murdock x reader#alpha!mattmurdock#daredevil
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Colleagues of curly hair and love- the balch of death- desert her parents
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by street_poop
Matt and Stick are notified about Kingpins location. To get to him they have to cross the Sahara desert. While they are riding through on their horses, shart and fart, none other than Loki Laufeyson falls out of the sky. Plagued with fear, wonder, confusion, and eventually love the unforeseen situations and dangers of the desert. When will it all come to an end?...
Words: 861, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Daredevil (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Old Man's War (Series) - John Scalzi
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: M/M
Characters: Matt Murdock, Stick (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Shartan (Dragon Age)
Relationships: loki/mattmurdock, Loki/Daredevil
Additional Tags: Starcrossed Lovers, onlyloversleftalive, cowboy, Western, Sexy, Romance, romantic, fallsinlove, oldmancore, sexyoldman, Laundry, brokebackmountain, selfsest, hourse], septumpeircing, Fun, Cool, Hot, Amazing, bestsexever, slowburn, Fluff, Smut, Alternate Universe, angust, Angst, cactus, assalmonawakentothepulsingdawn, Alpha M, desert lizard snack, desert love, Death, Blood, Horror, disgusting, street poop, NSFW, Sillyness, Humor, tony - Freeform, Physical Abuse, robbie - Freeform, Dating, Howard - Freeform, Whump, Strong feelings about coffee, Sassy Loki, Loki is sassy, also kinda a sugar daddy, with benifits ;/, Crying, Kidnapping, making out to artic monkeys, maybe more than making out, self esteam issues, a new ass for matt
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Series Masterlist: The Hound of Hell's Kitchen
Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou
Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader
Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language
(18+ Only)
Chapter One: Laws of the Concrete Jungle
Chapter Two: Bottled Up
Chapter Three: Who Let The Dog Out
Chapter Four: Pack Meeting
Chapter Five: Family Ties
#marvel fanfiction#reader insert#a/b/o dynamics#avengers a/b/o#omega!reader#a/b/o lifestyle#matt murdock x reader#alpha!mattmurdock#daredevil
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The Hound of Hell's Kitchen
A/N: Hi Guys, so let's do this, brand new book, with a brand new fascination of mine. This is going to be a/b/o dynamic because I'm loving fics like this recently. I've been doing more research on this dynamic and how I can improve from my Stucky one. Including new terms and practices within this AU. Anyway, let's get on with this book.
Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou
Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader
Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language
(18+ Only)
Chapter One: Laws of the Concrete Jungle
Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Angst, Violence
Word Count: 2.9k
"Start from the beginning, Miss Y/L/N," the man in red spectacles probed, "and we'll take it from there."
-------------A Few Hours earlier----------
"I heard, it's eyes glow like the devil."
"That's bullshit. I've heard when it howls, the ground shakes with the force of a thousand earthquakes."
Y/N quietly snorted to herself as she eaves-dropped on the two blabbering Beta's across from her on the subway. She quickly looked down at her feet, when the two men looked up at her, she reached into her bag to grab the small spray bottle, which contained her industrial sent blocker. Y/N was quick to apply the spray to her wrists, rubbing it in firmly, the blockers own scent was masked by the perfumed fragrance of rose and lavender. The men look away, Y/N rouse was bought, and the men carried on their conspiracy theories, Y/N electing to tune out this time.
The subway groaned under the weight of its cargo, as it pulled itself around the city. Y/N knew how it must have felt, supporting the people of this city, thankless; as it fulfils its purpose society had created it for.
Society.
What a joke that word was to Y/N. Society had done nothing for Y/N since the day she was born. In school, Y/N was taught that Society is what keeps the world ticking, without Society, the world descends in to chaos. Society and natural order was what kept people under control, and in their places.
What was Y/N's role?
Well the one Society had chosen for her, left her vulnerable; left her unable to work; unable to support herself; it had left her without a family; and all in all, she was alone within this society.
The natural order, Y/N was told to follow, left her at the bottom of the pile. An Omega, an unmated Omega at that.
The law stated that Y/N was not allowed to work, she would only be permitted to undertake voluntary work, but that was limited, as employers weren't keen on unmated Omegas holding positions within their establishment. Worried that an Alpha would not take kindly to the idea of having an unmated Omega in their presence, whether that be because of their own superiority complex, or employers would not be keen on settling any industrial tribunals if a Omega were attacked on their time.
Omegas weren't really allowed to even be out on their own. Traveling in a pack of Omegas was the preferred method, if you were yet to be mated, kept everyone safe, and was seen as proper, within this society.
However, Y/N sat alone on the rusted train, the only reason she successfully navigated this concrete jungle, was because of the black market blockers, she'd managed to source in some random back alley. It wasn't illegal to own scent toners, this was a chemical solution, which allows the scents of Omega's to be turned down, so that they might be less alluring to Alphas. Yet it was illegal to completely mask your scent altogether, let alone force your scent to be so severely altered, it made you present as something completely different. It had taken her ages to find the perfect solution to her natural predicament, but coming to New York had opened up many avenues, both for the better and the worse.
The train crunched to a stop, the whole train in unison shifting slightly to the left before snapping back right, then finding their balance once again. The doors shift open, people get off, people get on...but wait;
'What's that smell?'
Y/N thought, she scans the open doors either side of her, settling on the door on her right, she tries to subtly sniff the air, desperate to solidify the smell.
Her scenes land on a young girl, probably no older than 15, she smells of vanilla, but there's a hint of mildew. The familiar smell of female puberty. The breeze from the underground station she had just stepped off of, only helped to push her scent further into the small compartment.
Either she didn't know, or was trying to ignore it, but this girl was right in the middle of her presenting, and it wasn't going to end well for her.
Y/N noticed how the whole carriage had turned to face this innocent girl, the hairs stood up on the back of her neck, when a much older man entered just after the turning Omega. He had that look in his eye, a look that Y/N recognised all to well, a look that had haunted her every day of her life.
It was a wild look, pupils dilated, his lips were pursed in a thin line, low growls were rippling across his chest. They were quiet enough not to alert others in the train, but they were loud enough for Y/N sensitive hearing.
Y/N's fingers curled into fists, her own breathing laboured, when she noticed the way the Alpha male stood over the young girl. It was obvious the young Omega was uncomfortable, the way she picked at the fabric of her pants, bouncing her knee, staring straight ahead at her feet.
It appeared that no one else on the train was bothered by this clear display of Alpha aggression. Once the doors closed and everyone performed their unison dance to the left before popping back up to the right, they carried on with their lives. Y/N could tell some people were forcing themselves to ignore what was going on, mainly the elderly, and the other women within the carriage. Not wanting to draw attention to themselves.
However, Y/N was not intimidated by the obvious mating display, that she was witnessing. As the train continued to rattle along the track, the Alpha only appeared to be more incentivised by the "lack" of interest this little girl was showing.
When the train arrived at the next stop, the girl stands up, attempting to pass the man in front of her, he only side stepped to block her exit. She tries again, this time on the other side, but the man follows, this time he places his hand on her wrist.
That was all Y/N needed to see, she stands immediately, striding over to the Alpha.
"Let her go and get off the train." Y/N demand, standing not so much nose to nose, more chest to nose, with the aggravated Alpha.
"Buzz off Beta, this is none of your business." The man snarls, without taking his eyes, from the panicked young girl. Well at least Y/N knew her blockers were working.
Y/N snatches at the man's arm, gripping it tightly, by now the public are watching once again.
"I said," she sternly whispers, "Let. Go. Of. Her."
"Or what, Beta, what you gonna do about it"
"This."
Squeezing the man's arm firmly, she feels it break under her crushing grip instantly, making the Alpha cry out in pain. He goes to grab hold of the arm, squeezing his own, but Y/N is quick to slap it away, before she grabs the man under his throat. Panicked choking, splutters out of his mouth, spit splashing Y/N's face.
Slowly, Y/N raises the man off his feet, before she launches him through the closing train doors, bending them out of shape, as the Alpha flies through them, landing hard on the platform on the other side.
Y/N is panting with anger, but she swallows thickly, eyes darting left to right, everyone was looking, both in shock and fear. Y/N places her hand on the small of the young Omega's back, and pushes her lightly off the train, guiding her over the whimpering Alpha, who cradles his arm close to his chest, as he gasps for his own breath.
The Omega glances behind her shoulder, eyes wide, but she does go willingly with Y/N, who pushes her out of the subway station, and up onto street level.
"Are you alright?' Y/N asks the girl, once they're a good distance away from the scene that just unfolded.
"Umm yes, I think...um...thank you." the girl fumbled her way through the sentence, she was still wary. "What was that? You enhanced?"
"Something like that, but you don't need to worry anymore." Y/N flashed a brief smile, before reaching back into her rucksack and pulling out the spray, "Here put some of this on, then I advise going to the nearest pharmacy and getting a bottle of toner."
"Thanks...again." The Omega smiled shyly, taking the solution, and spraying it on her neck and wrists.
"Do your pits as well." Y/N advised, the girl's face going a light shade of pink, but she still does it, "Your scent will be strongest in your armpits, until you finish presenting."
The girl nodded, before spraying one last time just on the centre of her chest, and then hands the spray bottle back to Y/N, who quickly puts it in her bag.
"What's your name?" the omega asked.
"Y/N. What's yours?"
"Lucy."
Y/N flashes her smile, and extends her hand, and Lucy takes it, shaking it.
"Nice to meet you Lucy, stay out of trouble." Y/N advised once more, before slinging her rucksack onto her back, and walking away from the stunned girl, who quickly turns as well, heading to the local pharmacy.
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"Where have you been?" Jordan asked, wheeling his chair out from behind his desk, when Y/N threw her bag onto the floor.
"Don't ask." Y/N huffed, grabbing the stool next to her work station and seating herself, close to her picking station.
"Well, I'm your boss, I'm meant to ask, when my employee is late." Jordan chuckles. He was a kind Beta man, who ran a t-shirt printing shop towards the edge of hell's kitchen. Business was quiet, but that was better for Y/N. Jordan gave Y/N a job purely because she could lift heavier boxes of t-shirts than he could. He didn't ask questions about that, he was just grateful for the help.
And Y/N was just grateful that Jordan didn't really ask questions at all. Not about how she ended up in New York, or even where she had come from before. All he wanted was for her to turn up on time, pick some vinyl, and press t-shirts....and occasionally lift some deliveries.
She was good at all but the first.
Y/N did feel guilty about lying to Jordan, he was a good friend, but she didn't want to risk getting him into trouble. After all it was illegal to employ an unmated Omega for paid work.
"Sorry, bit of a situation on the subway." Y/N shrugged, head still down as she picked away at the plastic.
"Do I want to know anymore?"
"Nah, just some drunk." Y/N spoke without skipping a beat. That was all Jordan needed, as he turned back to his computer to answer emails.
Y/N was only a few hours into her shift before the peaceful silence that had fallen between the two coworkers was broken, by the sound of the shop bell ringing as someone entered through the front door.
Both of them looked up and were shocked to see two police officer standing at the front desks.
"Officers, how may I help you?' Jordan stood from his desk, making the very short walk to the front of the shop.
"We're looking for Y/N Y/L/N."
Y/N's blood ran cold, it felt as if her heart leapt out of her chest, and splattered onto the desk in front of her. Slowly she stood up, and came into view of the officers.
"How can I help you, officers." Y/N tried to control the shake in her voice, the reason for the visit from law enforcement could literally be a hundred different reasons, and all of which would end in Y/N getting herself a one way ticket to Manhattan Correctional Facility...or worst.
"Do you know anything about an incident on the subway from Sunnyside?" The officer asked, placing his hands on his hips, Y/N noticed how his fingers brushed over the Glock strapped to his belt, before they settled at his waist. The other officer is clearly sniffing the air, he isn't very subtle as he literally dips his head down and up, trying to profile Y/N.
"What another drunk wander onto the tracks?" Y/N tries to distract, she rubs at the gland on her wrist, trying to push the forced scent of confusion around the room.
"Not exactly no," the officer smirked, "We're gonna need you to come with us Miss Y/L/N."
"What for, am I under arrest?" Y/N spoke in disbelief, still trying to scent confused rather than panic.
"Depends, you gonna come quietly?" The officer's hands dropped down from his waist, to sitting on his cuffs and gun.
"I don't think I'll have a choice." Y/N mumbles, looking to Jordan, who sat in complete disbelief, his mouth hanging open, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his scent was strong, and clear.
"Y/N?" Jordan manages to force out.
"It's okay, Jordy," Y/N held her hand up, and she shuffled over towards the officers, she kicks her rucksack subtly under the desk, the officers none the wiser, "It'll be okay."
The officers escort her out, taking her to their car, before they made their journey back to the precinct.
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"Name." the clerk asked, not taking her eyes from the computer screen, as Y/N stood in front of the desk,
"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N." Y/N stated clearly, still trying to push the scent of confusion into the air.
Once the clerk had answered all the questions, Y/N was taken to a small interview room, the lights low and hazy, Y/N snuffed at the mirror on one side of the room, controlling the urge to wave.
The officer placed his hand on her shoulder, pushing her roughly into one of the seats. Y/N had to prevent herself from growling, or spiking her anger levels.
"Wait here," the officer spoke gruffly, "you have a lawyer?"
"I wasn't aware I was under arrest?" Y/N asked, looking up at the officer, confusion thick in the air.
"A lawyer will be provided to you if you don't have one." The officer didn't break character.
"No, I don't have a lawyer." Y/N huffed, turning to face the other side of the table which was empty. Slotting her fingers together, she starts to bounce her leg, once the officer left the room.
Y/N tried to listen to the conversations outside the door, however, the precinct was a busy place, banging and clanging, shouting and screaming, it was hard to pick up any specific conversations.
Suddenly something came through all the chatter and the chaos.
A tapping.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Getting louder and louder as it approached the doorway.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Y/N's ears flicked, when the tapping appeared to be outside the door.
Tap. Tap. Click.
The door pushed open, and two men walked into the room. First one, his scent was plain, boring, but with a hint of stale whiskey. Beta. The second man, now his scent was interesting.
Vetiver and sandalwood. It was an Alpha's scent, but it wasn't strong.
'Is he wearing a toner?'
Y/N was so deep in thought, she hadn't even noticed that the second man was completely blind, until she realised the red shades he was wearing, weren't a fashion choice. And the tap, tap, tapping was coming from the cane he had in his hand.
Y/N watched the blind man very closely, as he sat himself directly across from her, the Beta sitting himself next to him.
"And you are?" Y/N questioned, her leg still bouncing, she chewed her lip.
"I'm Franklin Nelson and this is my partner Matthew Murdock, but please call us Foggy and Matt." The Beta chirped, he was happy, a little too happy for Y/N's usual somber appearance.
"Aww you guys make a cute couple." Y/N snarked, the Beta's smile dropped momentarily, before he managed to fix it back on his face. Y/N smelt the tinge of embarrassment, but she smelt amusement from the Alpha.
"Not that kind of partner." Matt smirked.
"We are your legal representation," Foggy explained, "And we want to hear your side of the story."
"Well I'd love to give it to you, but I'm not really sure why I am here." Y/N shrugged, partly telling the truth.
"They haven't informed you?" Matt asked.
"Nope, all I know is two cops show up at my place of work, asking about my morning commute to work, that was all."
"And you can't possibly think what might have happened on your way to work this morning that might explain why you might be sat here right now?" Foggy enquired, Matt tilted his head to the side, and appeared to look as if he'd zoned out.
"Nope." Y/N lied, she could have sworn Matt's lips twitched into a smile, when she spoke, but his face for the majority remained unreadable.
"Well maybe this will explain a few things." Foggy reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, he taps a few things in before turning the screen to face, Y/N, who's brows are furrowed as she watches a news clip begin on the screen.
Slowly Y/N's eyes go wide, as the video is played to her. The shaky footage showed the grainy image of a woman on a subway, lifting a man twice her size off the floor by his neck, before hurtling him through the metal doors of the train.
Although the image was blurry, if you knew it was Y/N it was unmistakable.
"Start from the beginning Miss Y/L/N." The man with the red spectacles probed, "and we'll take it from there."
Chapter Two
A/N: Welp I hope that's an interesting first chapter for you guys. You know I like a slow burner, when it comes to my fics, and this one will be no different. Updates won't be as regular as they use to be because I'm a hell of a lot busier these days, but I promise I won't make you wait too long between each chapter.
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The Hound of Hell's Kitchen
Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou
Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader
Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language
(18+ Only)
Chapter Three: Who Let The Dog Out
Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Violence and Slight Gore
Word Count: 2.9k
A/N: Doing an early chapter release this week, as I will be at work all day tomorrow.
"Mama, I want my mama." the little girl whimpered, squeezing her dirtied bunny, close to her chest. Her big brown eyes, shinning in the little light, the dank and dirty cellar had to offer.
"Shut it, you little bitch!" the man more than triple her size growled, spitting in her face. "We're gonna see how much mama thinks your worth."
The little girl anxiously chewed the ear of her bunny, clutching it tightly, in her small grasp.
"Let her go."
A voice from the darkness echoed out. Coarse and rough.
The grubby man spun on the spot searching in the darkness for the source of the sound.
"Who the hell's there." the man pulled a gun that was tucked inside the waist band of his pants, he cocked it, aiming blindly into the shadows.
"Let her go." the voice came again, this time from the other side of the cellar.
Spinning on the spot, the man shot blindly into the darkness. The flare from the gunfire briefly lighting up the deceptively large room.
The little girl shrieked with each shot, burying her face into the only comfort item she had to hand.
"What do you even want with a little girl?" the darkness asked skeptically. There was another round of blinding gunshots.
Whilst the little girl hid in the cuddly toy, there were sounds of grunting and thumping, the sound of fists and feet, meeting faces and sides.
Finally the darkness had emerged, holding the man to his knees, by the throat, his face now bloody, and mildly disfigured.
"Answer my question."
"She's one of them."
"One of what?" The darkness grasps tighter into the man's hair.
"Look I don't know man, they just paid me to get hold of her, all they told me, was she's one of the originals."
Tired of the man's less than helpful description, the darkness silences the quivering man, with one final blow to his face, knocking him clean out.
The room soon fell silent, the little girl found the bravery to look up into the room, shaking violently, her knees pulled close to her chest.
She whimpered at the sight of a man in a mask, he stood over her breathing heavily. He soon shrunk down to her size, kneeling on the floor next to her.
"Lets go little one, you're safe now," the man held out his hand, the little girl receded from his touch, not yet trusting this heroic stranger, "I'm going to take you back to your mama."
The little girl was skeptical, but allowed the man to lift her into his arms. She ran her fingers over his mask, feeling each little indent and detail on the textured face.
The hero walked silent, back through the abandoned house, but he stopped dead in his tracks as he heard the hurried footsteps of five men approaching the hallway. The only hallway between himself and the child's escape.
He places the little girl on the ground pushing her behind himself, she clutched at his leg, peaking to the side.
The five men stopped dead in the hallway, all armed with various weaponry, some had guns, some had chains, others knives and machetes.
The hero was vastly outnumbered, one to five, now, but going by the thunder of further footsteps above, and outside the building, it wouldn't be long before he would be completely swarmed.
He prepared for the fight to come, pushing the little girl further behind him.
However, before the first punch could be thrown, the sound of screams and pleas for help, echo from outside the building.
The hero twitches his head from side to side, all was happening in a flash around him, he couldn't decipher what was going on, only feet away from him, he felt vulnerable.
Soon the five men that stood before him, turned to face what had made its way down the stairs of the building.
The hero detected two sets of legs, four individual footsteps. Sniffing the air he analysed it was some sort of animal, the sound of its claws, dragging across the concrete floor. Yellow eyes pierced through the shadows like glowing embers, teeth gnashing, muzzle covered in crimson crystals of blood.
'A dog. No not a dog, too large for a dog. Too large for a wolf. A hound?'
Shagged blood stained, black fur, rippled with every muscular stride the animal made, drawing near and nearer to the men in the middle. The hero had never seen anything like this before, he stood rooted to the spot, stunned by the mythical beast, it radiated power.
"Dios no! Please God! No." One of the men pleaded, he fell to his knees, making the sign of the cross, pressing his palms together, squeezing his eyes closed.
"El perro diablo." a second man gasped, he turned to flee towards, the hero, who reacted swiftly, putting him to the floor, with one blow to the face.
Gun fire began, the three remaining men, who had not fled, or resulted to prayer, wildly fired into the open space, the Hound was quick to dodge each bullet, despite it’s large size, it showed great agility. Soon launching itself into the air, hind legs like coiled springs, propelling the hound into the air, landing in front of the praying man.
“No don’t.” The hero tried to reason, holding his hands up in pleading.
Yet it was too late, It's jaw wide, it engulfed the head of the praying man, snapping it clean off, with just the closing of its teeth. The headless man fell flat to the floor, nothing but a pool of blood washing across the concrete. The Hound tousled it’s head, before expelling the man’s skull, his face mauled beyond recognition.
The hero rushed forward, to prevent further massacre, but he was brought to an immediate stop, one of the remaining men, attempting to defend himself from the creatures of the night.
The hero fought for his life, as he tried to reach the creature, who tore through the men, like they were made of nothing more than tissue paper. One by one, each was torn to pieces, bits of body and flesh being splattered against the dirty grey walls.
The battle was short lived, the creature made light work of the morsels in front of it. Before, the hero could react, the creature had propelled itself over his head, landing perfectly, between himself and the young girl.
"Wait." The hero, was about to rush towards, the girl, trying to protect her from this savage individual.
"Doggy?" the little girl whimpered, she tilted her head, admiring the life-sized stuff toy that stood, panting heavily, in front of her.
The hero watched in amazement, as the Hound bowed its head, its ears flopping to the side. Its head was low enough now, the little girl was able to reach up, tentatively touching the centre of the dogs face.
The little girl's hand was so small she was able to place her palm flat on the dog's face, right between the eyes. The little girl watched in wonder, as the Hound's pupils dilated, the small baby hairs on the girl's forehead withered slightly, under the soft breaths of the creature.
"Who are you?" The hero asked, but before he could have even a glimpse of an answer, both his own and the Hound's ears flickered, the sound of a man gasping and crawling along the floor, peaked both their attention.
The hound growled, curling itself around the girl protectively.
There was no time for either of them to react, the man, who’s body was slashed and torn was wise enough to reach for his gun.
The Hound leapt.
The man fired.
An animalistic cry, recapitulated off the blood coated walls, another spray of red, showered what little space that was left. This time from one of the saviours instead.
The Hound crumbled to the floor, blood soaking the ground beneath its flank.
"Doggy no!" the little girl cried, running and falling to her knees, pressing their heads together. The hero surged forward kicking the gun out of the dying man's hand, and delivering an unconscious blow to the side of his temple.
Turning back to the heavily panting animal, he could hear the dripping of the blood, as it leaked from the open wound in the Hound's side.
The hero sniffed the air, as he kneeled next to the fur covered body, placing his hand just above the withers of the Hound's body. His hand stopped dead, barely reaching the tips of the thick fur.
The hero sniffed harder. This time placing his hand on the head of the Hound, looking into its closing eyes...
"Y/N...Omega."
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"You're to leave this pack, this city, this state." her father's voice rattled her brain. Her subconscious screaming, as her thoughts and dreams are clouded by this night terror.
"But father, please, I'm sorry!" Y/N pleaded, it was like she was in a glass box, trapped in the second circle of hell, forced to live the worst day of her life, over and over.
"You're no daughter of mine. No child of mine, is born an Omega."
"But it's not my fault, I can't stop nature." Y/N supplicated, she looked to her litter mates, neither one could look back at her. All shared the same look of shame and disappointment.
"Pray for your salvation from Damnation, pray or burn for your sin and darkness, you have cursed this pack with." The booming voice of Y/N's father, made her blood turn to ice.
"I can't pray this away, father," Y/N sobbed, "I can't stop nature."
"Then you are banished from the pack, from this land, you are not to return here-ever."
"Please father, please!"
Y/N's night terror faded out into darkness, dipping back into the land of the lonely soul.
It was Y/N's conscience that woke first.
Terrifying.
Imagine being trapped in a pitch black box. No idea how big the walls are, how high the ceiling is, or even knowing if you were stuck in a box at all. The only thing stopping you from slipping into a deep space of insanity is the faint sound of another person's voice.
"Is she gonna be okay?" a low toned voice came through; kind, deep but a little rough around the edges, a man's voice.
"It was a flesh wound at most, she just lost a lot of blood, because her adrenaline was high." A mellower voice spoke, Y/N knew this one well, but in the state of darkness, she couldn't pin point it exactly. "She's had worse."
"What do you mean?" The first voice came again, as Y/N started to become more aware of her surroundings, she became aware of the scents around her.
For example, she could smell the worry of an Alpha, it was heavy in the air, it was an Alpha scent she recognised, but not like a best friend, but a strong acquaintance, the more Y/N concentrated on it, the more she realised it was all around where she lay.
It was then she began to feel the sensation of the bed sheets beneath her, curling in between her fingers, she rubbed the fabric between her forefinger and her thumb.
'Satin?' her voice echoed within her own head.
Well she certainly wasn't in her own crummy little apartment bed.
Becoming more aware of her surroundings, Y/N notices how the sheets are cool on her back, and she feels a flash of anxiety, when she realises she naked.
"What is she?" The man chimed again, Y/N could hear the bristle of stubble, the man was clearly scratching his chin, anxiously. All her senses seem to be coming back at once. With the scratching, the smell of not just one or two Alpha's but possibly three or four, was only helping to spur Y/N's race to consciousness.
"You really know nothing of our ancestors' history?" The woman's voice scoffed.
'Who was that? I know that voice?'
"Claire, don't torture the man." A new sound, a new voice, another Alpha .
'But wait...Claire!'
Oh no, if Claire is here, she must have got herself into some serious trouble.
"I'll let her tell you herself...she's awake." Claire, the smirk, evidence in her tone, "Aren't you, Y/N."
Y/N peaked one eye open, the space blurry for a second, before it snapped into focus. A grey brick ceiling above her, a mundane ceiling light swayed in the slight draft coming from the poorly sealed window.
Her second eye fluttered open, also briefly fuzzy, Y/N was able to blink it away, turning her head from side to side, attempting to ware out the crick in her neck.
"Y/L/N." Claire called her name again, coming to her side, and being in view.
"Temple." Y/N groaned, allowing Claire to help her sit up, Y/N clutched at the thin sheet that covered her bare chest, making sure she remained decent, "How long was I out this time?"
"Just a few days." Claire shrugged, her fingers going to Y/N's wrist, not so subtly checking Y/N's pulse.
"What was it that took me out?" Y/N winced, as she used the hand that was free, to feel over her heavily bandaged abdomen.
"Bullet to the flank." Claire states, not taking her eyes off her watch.
"Well shit." Y/N hissed, when she accidentally caught the wound, Claire slapped her hand away, her and Y/N sharing a playful smile.
Y/N looked around at the rest of the room.
It was pretty bare, the same brick used for the ceiling was also used on the walls, the only splash of colour came from the dark oak beams, that supported the individual walls, with no real pattern.
What caught Y/N's eye the most was the group of people standing just beyond the bedroom. She sniffed the air as subtle as she could, trying to pick out the individuals, who all ogled at her, making her shift a little uncomfortable, securing the sheet tight under her armpits.
The scents in the air told her that there was three Omegas, plus Claire, all of which mated and bonded to three of the Alphas, and one lone beta, Y/N recognised as Foggy.
However, the scent Y/N fixated on the most was the smell of sandalwood and vetiver. The man in the red spectacles, only he wasn't wearing his glasses this time.
No, this time, Y/N could see his whole face, and my God, did she think he was beautiful. She'd never admired an Alpha like him before...she'd never admired an Alpha at all. Her views of them were tainted by her past, but this one, she knew, she had a gut feeling he was different.
That showed by the way he rushed forward to the bed, the moment she sat up.
"Y/N? Are you okay? How do you feel?"
"Jesus, Matt let her get her bearings, the girl’s just woken up after being shot." Claire defended Y/N, holding her arm up, blocking the Alpha from getting any closer.
"Sorry," he cleared his throat, perching himself on the edge of the bed, "You just had me worried."
"Worried?" Y/N frowned, "Why would you be worried about me?"
"Well first I think you're an enhanced Beta running from the authorities to avoid active service, then I think you're an even rarer being, an enhanced Omega, and then the next time I see you, you've transformed into some large shaggy dog..."
“Hound," Y/N interrupted Matt's rant, "I'm not a dog."
"I'm sorry," Matt scented strongly of sincerity, "transform into a large hound, with the capability of tearing people apart."
"It was you?" The realisation slowly hitting Y/N like a tone of bricks, "It was you in the red suit? With the little girl?-the little girl? The Hunters." Y/N panicked, wincing as she moved to hastily, Claire pushes lightly on her shoulder, trying to keep her contained to the bed.
"Hey, hey, she's okay," Matt soothed, placing his hand on Y/N's satin covered calve, giving it a small squeeze, "we got her back to her mom, she's fine. Don't worry, sweetheart, we did it."
Y/N felt her heart slow back to normal, her body flooded with comforting hormones, all from a simple touch from an Alpha.
"As for the 'Hunters' you dealt with them." Claire assured, sending Y/N a pointed look, which makes Y/N swallow hard, shrinking slightly into the bed.
"But it was you," Y/N continued, "It was you in the suit."
Matt nodded, his hand was still firm and comforting on Y/N's leg. Y/N didn't know if she wanted him to take it off, or move higher.
"Well, that explains the fancy toner," Y/N shrugged, "You mask your hormones, and your scents, hides your identity."
Matt smirks at her, "Yeah, that's pretty much it."
"So you're not blind." Y/N huffed, looking at Matt through her eyelashes.
"No...no I am blind," Matt was still smiling, "There are more than one way to see."
"Mmmm pretty sure there isn't, but let's just say I believe you." Y/N still looked at him skeptically, controlling her own urges to wave her hand in his face.
"But I'm not the important one right now, I wanna know about you."
"Yeah we all do." A blonde Omega, chimed in, she was sat next to a female Alpha with black hair. "What are you?"
The Omega got jabbed in the back, by the Alpha next to her.
"Trish." She spoke in a low and warning tone, "Don't be rude."
"No, no," Y/N held her hand up, "I'm guessing you all saw my shift?"
"When Matt brought you to me, you were still shifted." Claire confirmed, "The others got here just after, you didn't turn back to you, until about a day ago."
"I'll tell you guys everything you want to know," Y/N nodded, "but first...can I put some clothes on? It's a bit weird sitting here in front of you guys completely nude."
Everyone seem to be letting out a breath, Y/N hadn't realised they had been holding, the tension suddenly slipped out of the room, like water out of glass. People's shoulders relaxed, as all of them shared small smiles towards Y/N nodding, and turning from the room, Foggy standing and closing the door of the bedroom. Leaving, only Claire, Matt and Y/N, in the room.
"You can borrow some of my clothes." Matt offered, walking to his wardrobe. Matt's offer of sharing his clothes made Y/N buzz on the inside, it was a strange alien feeling, she didn't know if it was good or bad. However, when Matt handed her the t-shirt, the hormones of excitement and eagerness flooded her brain.
"Easy, little Omega." Claire interrupted Y/N's little daydream, making her snap back into reality, the heat in her face felt strong, and the room quickly filled with the scent of embarrassment.
"Err-um." Y/N cleared her throat inelegantly, "Sorry..uh...could you help me."
Y/N held up the garment, not to either of them in particular, but it was Matt, who took it from her hand.
"Sure, sweetheart."
Chapter Four
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The Hound of Hell's Kitchen
Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou
Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader
Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language
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Chapter Four: Pack Meeting
Chapter Warnings: Strong Language
Word Count: 3k
"Get up, runt." Y/N felt a kick to her side, that makes a wheeze the first breath she takes of the day. Wincing, and clutching her side, she groans as she sits up.
"Was that necessary?" Y/N hissed, glaring hard at her elder brother, who stood towering over her, his face mainly of disgust and despair.
"Just get up, Dad's already annoyed at you," his face only slightly softened, "You shouldn't have said what you said."
"What, Conri? The grumpy bastard needed to be told." Y/N shrugged, finally pulling herself off the scrap of fabric that was her mattress on the floor. Dusting herself down.
"You need to be more careful, you're already Dad's least favourite," Conri steps aside as Y/N shuffles around the small cupboard that her step-mother had told her was her bedroom, "and when your dad has 17 children, that's quite impressive."
"Yeah, well, I was doomed from the beginning." Y/N rolled her eyes, pulling on a jumper, that she sniffed first. It was not clean, but it was better than nothing.
"You always sound so hard done by." Conri rolls his eyes, stepping out into the main room of the den.
"I am hard done by," Y/N huffs, "My mum was your dad's mistress, who was then killed by your mum for producing a pup." Y/N signals to herself, "So I have no mum, and a father, who can't stand me, and a step-mother who-"
"Who does nothing but look after you, mutt." the icy cold voice of the literal evil step-mother crept her way behind Y/N, making her gulp audibly. "Your father wishes to speak with you."
"I haven't eaten yet." Y/N gestured to the food that littered the kitchen table, Y/N's other litter mates scoffed their faces with whatever their greasy hands can grab at.
"I don't think you're deserving today." she spat, making Y/N's eyes water, but not wanting to show her upset, she turns on her toes, and heads out of the den, following the scent of her father, which lingered strong in the air.
It was always after a fight, her father's scent seem to be the most overpowering and intoxicating. The scent was thick up her nose, like blood.
She followed it all the way to the large lake, just outside the family den, her father's figure loomed in the distance like a totem poll of death and misery. When she was just a few feet away, her father cleared his throat, which makes her stop dead in her tracks.
Y/N lowers her head, bending slightly at the waist, she doesn't look up, until her father clears his throat once again. Standing back up, this time to attention, holding back on the strong desire to flinch when her father finally looks her in the face.
"You wish to see me, sir." Y/N cursed internally at the waver in her voice, as she addressed the intimidating figure in front of her.
"After your little display last night, I decided to speak to the pack healer." Y/N grimaced at the thought of the old man, discussing her with her father. "We've decided to bring your presenting forward."
Y/N felt the wind being knocked out of her chest, it felt like her lungs were made of lead.
"But-father...I'm only 13." Y/N tried to reason, her sight vibrated as tears pooled in the bottom of her eyes, biting her lip to stop it from quivering.
"Yes, well, we believe that you will feel more apart of the pack if you understand your place a little better." Y/N curled her toes, wringing her hands together, as she feels herself start to visibly sweat.
"I understand my place, father." Y/N tried to appeal to her father's egotism, she bows her head once again, fully exposing the scruff of her neck, the most vulnerable part of her body.
"I think after your little performance last night, that is not true." She felt her father's hand grasp her shoulder, firmly, it was probably the most affectionate touch he had ever showed her in her short little life.
"When will it happen?" Y/N whispers, her eyes are still on the dirt below her, her father's feet in the corner of her view.
"Tonight."
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"Sooo, let me get this straight, your father forced you into puberty, which made you become a big hairy dog." Foggy is pinching the bridge of his nose, the cogs really struggling to turn, Y/N could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.
"Wolf," Y/N jabs, "I turn into a big hairy wolf, but yeah essentially."
"I still can't get over the fact your father had 17 children." Karen's eyes are wide, and she's holding her hands out in front of her, clearly trying to count them on her hands.
"That's a fairly normal amount for an Alpha pack litter." Y/N shrugged, sipping the warm tea, sighing quietly as it helped to rejuvenate her.
"But I still don't get why you turn into a wolf, if you're no different from the rest of us." Danny complained, also scratching his head.
"I'm a direct descendant of the founding packs, that formed our civilisation 10,000 years ago." Y/N shrugged, but she soon looked aghast when the people in the room, other than Claire, seemed perplexed by Y/N's simple explanation.
"Do none of you know our shared ancestor history?" Y/N looked between them all, then to Claire, "Where did you find these people?"
"Hey just because we don't understand your weird doggy history, doesn't mean you can be a bitch about it." Trish rolled her eyes, Y/N elicited a deep growl, which was reciprocated by Trish. For a moment, the two of them were in a small stand off before Jessica stood up to block Trish from Y/N's view, and Matt reached over to squeeze Y/N's forearm.
"That's enough, the two of you." Jessica waves her arms, looking between Y/N and Trish, who hadn't broken their glares.
"Continue, Y/N." Colleen nods.
"Well in short, the Gods of Olymgaurd, sent Dionemis, the Creator, to Earth in search of an animal that had the potential to form civilisation as we know it today. Dionemis came across a pack of wolves, he liked the hierarchy of the pack, how the wolves from the Alpha down, knew their place, and therefore their roles. He believed that these animals reflected the society the Gods wished to achieve on Earth. He decided to change the wolves into people, these people were still able to return to their wolf form, if they needed to protect the pack. This carried on for generations to come, after each child presented in the packs to follow, when the need to protect themselves or the pack arose, they would shift into their wolf form."
"The little girl, from the other night? She's like you?" Matt questioned, his face was one of deep thought and concentration.
"I believe so. It was a Hunter's ring. They called themselves Beus People." Y/N nodded.
"But why do we not change into wolves?" Coleen asked, genuine curiosity scented strongly in her question.
"Civilisation has evolved over time, the Gods sent more creators to Earth, they feared that the Dionites would become too powerful if they were left unchallenged, evolution has played some part, but the people created by Beus, the hunter, were formed from his bow. The Gods liked the hierarchy the Dionites, naturally followed, so told Beus that his people should be formed in that way. But this led to jealousy and envy between the Dionites and Beucrites Alphas. Those, who couldn't shift took their frustrations out on those who could, hunting them close to extinction. There are only a few direct descendant packs left as a result." Claire finished the explanation for Y/N, for which she was quite grateful, they looked to each other with a small friendly smile.
"There are still some, to this day, who hunt us, they think that we are dangerous and unpredictable, that we can't be trusted, because we have some sort of superiority complex over those, who descend from Beus, but that is not true, we are always in control, if we feel threatened, our instincts are to shift." Y/N disclosed.
"But why did your father bring your presenting forward, and where is your pack now?" Luke fired questions at Y/N, and with each one, she sank further back into the chair, hoping she could disappear.
Matt noticed the way Y/N's scent changed to anxious, the worry coming off her strong, Matt sensing her upset.
"That's enough, Y/N doesn't need to answer those questions," Matt interrupted, sitting on the arm of the chair, Y/N was on, taking one of her hands. Y/N doesn't know why, but she lets him give her hand a reassuring squish, and then holds his fingers tighter, so he can't take his hand away. "She's explained how she becomes her form, and she's already given more detail about her past than she needed to."
"Right, well I think if we're all finished interrogating Y/N, I think we can all go back to our lives for now." Claire suggests, giving Y/N a quick wink.
"How do you know each other anyway?" Luke chimes in.
"What? How do I know Claire Temple?" Y/N jokes, "I know Claire Temple the same way every vigilante in New York owes their lives and first born pup, to Claire Temple."
Everyone gives a shy smile, but Luke doesn't look as amused as everyone else.
"Hmm, think me and you need to have a little talk." Luke signals to Claire, who does nod in agreement.
"We need to head out, Coleen and I are holding a meeting at the youth centre in China town tonight." Danny excuses the two of them. Foggy and Karen, also make their apologises before leaving themselves.
"Yeah, I think we should get going to." Jessica nods, reaching for Trish's hand, but she doesn't take it, she's still not broken her stare of Y/N.
"But she still has so much to answer for."
"She's not going to answer anymore questions," Matt stands up, walking dominantly towards Trish, who appears to sink in her seat, "especially from you."
Trish looks to Jessica for support, but she is glaring just as harshly.
"What do you say?" Jessica presses.
"Sorry, Pack Alpha." Trish mumbles, Matt doesn't press her for a better apology, knowing it would be a challenge to get it out of her in the first place, he just nods, and turns his back on her.
"I should get going to-ah." Y/N winces, as she stands quicker than she planned, holding her bandaged abdomen, Matt grabs her arm to support her weight, and ease her back into the armchair.
"You need to sit back down." Matt warns her, some how giving her a peremptory look, Y/N still didn't understand how a blind man could hold so much control over her, with just the looks on his face.
"No, I need to-wait, Claire, how long did you say I was out?" Y/N suddenly panicked, but allowing Matt to place her back into her seat.
"In total...about three days." Claire answered, allowing Luke to help her put her jacket on.
"Fuck." Y/N exhaled hard through her nose, resting her forehead, harshly on her fist.
"Language, Omega." Matt quipped, making Y/N shrink slightly, whispering a small apology, scenting strongly of sincerity, "What's the matter?"
"My landlord," Y/N wiped her face, pressing her palms hard into her face, "he gave me a day to get my rent together, and well...that day was three days ago."
"Damn." Claire sighed sympathetically, "What about all your stuff?"
"He'll probably have bagged up all my stuff by now, and thrown it into the trash."
Y/N let her head roll back onto the couch, another huffed breath make her shoulders drop down.
"It's fine you can stay here." Matt responded, very quickly, making Y/N's head snap up in mild disbelief.
"Umm, what?"
"You can stay here," Matt shrugged, like it was nothing, "You wouldn't be the first member of this pack to stay here."
Y/N's heart didn't know what to do. It didn't know if it wanted to speed up with excitement, or anxiety, or stop altogether in pure shock.
"What do you mean member of this pack?" Y/N managed to choke out, only now realising how dry her throat was.
"Well, that's if you want to, if you've got somewhere else to stay, then I can help you get there?" Matt backtracks.
"Nono-no, I don't have anyone." Y/N trails off quietly, feeling her eyes burn a little.
"That settles it then, you can stay here," Y/N could smell the happiness humming off him like expensive cologne. "Claire could you pop by Y/N's apartment, get together what stuff you can find."
"Of course." Claire scents strongly of earnest.
Y/N gives her a shy smile, and mouths a 'thank you'.
With Luke and Claire being shown out the door, soon Y/N and Matt were alone. Y/N pulled the sleeves of Matt's hoodie over her hands, picking at the stitching nervously.
Matt came back into the living space, sitting on the couch opposite Y/N, leaning on his forearms.
"Sooo, you're the pack Alpha?" Y/N broke the silence, chewing her lip.
"Yep," Matt popped the 'p' in his acknowledgement, "We're a bit of a mix-matched bunch."
Y/N chuckled lightly, "you can say that again, blondie's a bit intense."
"Yeah," Matt grimaces, "Yeah, Trish can be a bit of handful, but I leave Jess to discipline her."
Y/N scrunches up her hands nervously, "Discipline?"
Matt's eyes flash wide for a second, when he senses the rising fear in Y/N's scent.
"Not like that," Matt assures, "we're not that kind of pack."
"Well what kind of pack are you?"
"We're a family. Luke, Danny and Jessica, they're all Alphas, bonded to Claire, Colleen and Trish. Foggy, he's my Beta, and he's bonded with Karen." Matt is attempting to scent as strongly as he can of calm and reassurance.
"Why did they choose you to be the Pack Alpha? Don't Pack Alpha's usually have a mate? And you don't smell bonded." Y/N shuffles forward on the chair, her hands still covered by the sweater Matt had leant her, she was deeply enjoying being surrounded by Matt's scent, pulling the collar up to her nose, hooding it slightly.
"I'm unbonded, but I care for all of them deeply, as if they were all my mates, but I can be unbiased because I'm not actually mated to any of them." Matt clarified, Y/N nodding along with his words.
"Does that mean you don't want to be bonded?" Y/N lured, not taking her nose out from the collar of the sweater.
"I guess I've not met the right person yet." Matt shrugged.
"What would you do if you did?" Y/N pressed, trying to slow her heart rate down, knowing he could probably hear it skipping. "Would you still be the pack alpha?"
"I don't know. We'd probably hold a pack meeting, discuss it as a group." Matt scratched the back of his head, for a moment going into deep thought, before abruptly bringing himself out of it. "Are you hungry?"
At that very moment, Y/N's stomach rumbled loudly, making her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.
"Does that answer your question?" Y/N chuckles, awkwardly, Matt giving her a beaming smile.
"There's a Thai place across the street, you like Thai?" Matt stands up, making his way to the door to grab his shoes.
"Uh-sure, but-ah," Y/N stumbles over her sentence, as she shakily makes it to her feet, attempting to catch up with Matt.
"Hey, hey, don't do that sweetheart," Matt protests, rushing back over to support Y/N's frail body, "Where do you think you're going?"
"I-uh...I didn't want you to leave me." Y/N mumbles, mildly flustered by the soft, but firm touch, Matt had placed on her body to keep her secure. She watches Matt's shoulders drop, and his face soften.
"Sorry, honey, I didn't think." Matt lead Y/N back to the couch that he had just been sitting on, "I'm not gonna go anywhere, I'll call up, and get it delivered."
Matt sat down with Y/N reaching into his pocket to fish out his phone, with one hand he scrolled through his previous numbers, as the automated voice read each one out, before he stopped on the one that just simply read 'Thai'.
Matt's other hand was resting gently on Y/N's waist, he cradled her close to his side, making sure not to grab her bandaged waist too tightly.
Y/N let herself relax, she'd never enjoyed being this close to an Alpha, but she couldn't bare the thought of being away from him. She let her head fall on his shoulder, listening to it vibrate as he spoke their order, not even paying attention to his words, just enjoying being centimetres from his bonding gland.
Matt finished up the order, tossing his mobile to the side of him, and turn his body inwards, to create a better shell for Y/N to lay into. It looked as if Matt wanted to lay his hand on Y/N's thigh, but he stops himself short, placing it on his own leg.
"You're so respectful." Y/N hums, reaching to tentatively touch Matt's fingers, running her fingertips over his bruised and scared knuckles.
Matt's fingers twitched a little, the delicate touches, tickling his skin.
"What do you mean?" Matt is careful with his tone and words, he can sense that Y/N is feeling fragile. He's grateful for everything Y/N had told them today, all of her candour was tough for her to say, he could tell it had taken a great toll on her mentally.
"You don't push your luck," Y/N shrugged, she briefly looks into Matt's eyes, but darts her eyes away, feeling her skin prickle with awkward heat.
'Why you being so awkward, he can't even see you'
"I wouldn't dream of it, I'm sure you'd have my hand off if I even thought of testing my luck." Matt chuckles, Y/N enjoys the sensation against her cheek, pushing the side of her face into it.
"Hm, you wouldn't be the first." Y/N speaks cooly, Matt can hear the serious undertones of that statement, and it makes his chest hurt with rage, but he keeps a lid on it, not wanting to alarm, the dainty figure in his arms.
The two sat there for a while, just enjoying each other's scents and touch. They both jumped a little when the door bell went, with the delivery driver's arrival.
"You're gonna have to give me a second, sweetheart." Matt mumbles, Y/N's arms were fixed around his waist, her eyes were droopy as she clung to him tightly.
"Don't go." Y/N mumbles, this time turning her face fully into his neck, her nose bumps his gland, her lips brushing the sensitive skin, causing fireworks to shoot through Matt's body, stunning him for a moment.
Y/N quickly pulls away when she feels Matt's body twitch beneath her. She winces, as she pushes herself to the other side of the couch, wrapping her arms around her middle stiffly.
"Sorry." she mutters, once again heat prickling her skin, the fine hairs on her body stand on end, and her scent is uncontrollably embarrassed.
"It's okay, Y/N," Matt reaches for Y/N's thigh, but she twists it purposefully out of his way, squinting as she pulls her knees up, shifting to find a comfortable position, despite her wound.
Matt bites his lip, but goes to answer the door, not wanting to leave the poor delivery driver waiting much longer. He takes the food quickly, giving him probably too large of a tip, thanks the driver, and then rushes back to Y/N, who's sat just as embarrassed as she was when he'd left her.
Matt goes about grabbing plates for the food, as well as cutlery, Y/N's ears twitch as she hears Matt banging around in the kitchen. Her eyes widen as she watches him in the environment much better suited to those, who are a few ranks below him.
Standing on wobbly legs, she manages to stagger her way to the kitchen, making Matt stop what he was doing instantly.
"What are you doing?" Y/N stammers. clutching the kitchen side for support.
"I could ask you the same question, go and sit down." Matt takes one of Y/N's hands, in hopes of guiding her back to her seat, but she manages to hold her position.
"Why are you doing that?" Y/N gestures at the stack of plates, and fist of cutlery Matt had thrown on top of it, littering the side boards in the kitchen.
"Do you want to eat with your hands instead?" Matt asks bemused.
"No," Y/N answers, bluntly, "But let me do it, you're an Alpha, you don't prepare food."
Y/N attempts to move passed Matt, to grab the plates, but Matt has got a strong grip on her, and she's left entirely to Matt's mercy, wobbling on her shaky knees.
"Earlier you could barely dress yourself, I think you should just let me look after you, and you should sit down before you fall down." Matt instructs, already taking Y/N back to the couch, "Besides, I did not prepare the food."
"But still, you shouldn't be dishing it out to me, I'm not even a member of your pack?" Y/N is still very confused, this pack was confusing, she didn't understand the rules at all.
"Who said you weren't?" Y/N hears the hurt in Matt's voice, and she bows her head submissively, sad she'd upset the Alpha.
"Well, no one really said I was." Y/N shrugged, allowing Matt to take her weight, guiding her back into the soft seat.
Matt squats down in front of her, taking her hands into his, and looking as deeply into her eyes as he could manage.
"Would you like to be?"
"Umm-well...I..." Y/N felt her mouth go dry as she tried to find the words. It had been nearly 10 years since Y/N had been apart of a pack, and she wasn't really sure what she wanted. Sure, everyone seemed really nice, and plus Claire was apart of this pack so how bad could it be. Yet Y/N couldn't forget the little niggle of worry and trauma that wormed its way around Y/N's brain, controlling her next moves.
"I don't know." Y/N manages to muster up, dumbly, "I don't know what I would like."
Matt couldn't help the little bit of hurt that weaved its way into his scent, but he manages to force it down, giving the most believably smile he could muster.
"Nono, it's okay. I wasn't expecting you to want to jump into our crazy pack family straight away, I just wanted to let you know it's an option." Matt rambles, and Y/N nods slowly with his words.
"I'm sorry, I can't give you a better answer."
Matt shakes his head, "don't worry, right now, let's just get you fed."
Matt leans up and kisses Y/N's forehead, surprising even himself, but he decides to move passed it quickly, trying to ignore the firework feeling that shot through his body once again.
For a moment the two sit in a silence, hard to tell if it was comfortable or awkward, but it's Matt, who interrupts it.
"So, you have 16 siblings?" Matt questioned, through a mouthful of food.
Y/N nods, politely covering her mouth as she finishes her final chews, before responding with a muffled, "yep."
"I don't know how you coped with that, I'd struggle just to remember everyone's names." Matt chuckled, Y/N let out a breathy laugh.
"You never forget when you're bottom of the pile, my father always told me to remember my place, remember who's above me." Y/N explained, she noticed the change in Matt scent from curious, to conciliatory.
"Who was above you?" Matt asked, glumly.
"My eldest brother and my father's first born is Zev, he was second in command, he could be vile, but not as bad as my second oldest brother Rudi, he was the worst. He teased me for being my father's bastard, made disgusting comments about my mother, all in all, he was a vicious prick."
Matt places his hand on Y/N's forearm, pushing out his caring hormones as he attempts to comfort Y/N, whose anxiety and rage levels began to spike.
"I'm okay, he's not here now, I'm fine," Y/N promises, patting Matt's hand that still lay on her arm.
"As for the rest of them it went; Lupe and Ingo, Ashina, Rawl, Blevine, Daciana, Eyolf, Otsana, Maccon, Tala, Ylfa, Seff, Conri and Faolan."
"Wow, that's impressive," Matt nodded, his hand still lay on Y/N's forearm, he enjoyed the sensation of her warm skin, resting on his finger tips, "I can't imagine living with that many people at one time."
"No? You enjoy being a lone wolf?" Y/N jests lightly, but regrets it when she sense Matt's change in scent, to slight sadness.
"No, loneliness creeps up on you sometimes." Matt sucked on his lower lip catching it between his teeth.
"Sorry." Y/N mumbled, scenting regretful, but Matt is quick to turn to face her, soft look on his face.
"No please don't be. I just haven't found my Luna yet," Matt assured, "And who knows, that could come sooner than I think."
Y/N was just thankful, she had food to distract herself from the feelings whizzing around her brain.
'God he's sexy.'
Chapter Five
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Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou
Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader
Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language
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