A Reveal
*Yeets this into the void* Have the third part to the Chaos Trio. I've had this sitting in my docs for a little while now and I finally decided I wasn't going to add any more to it for now. This chapter has no Frank sadly but he'll be back, don't worry.
Word Count: 1666
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader x Frank Castle
Daredevil stood outside your door and shifted his weight back and forth. He wasn't injured, he had no real reason to be here, and yet… outside your door he stood. Frank's words had been bothering him for some time now and he tried to pretend it was just a rough night driving him to seek your comfort but it was so much more. It was months of yearning on his end, of wanting more but being too afraid to act on it. He told himself that tonight he was going to tell you who he was. He was going to open up to you and hoped you would, in turn, do the same.
He just had to find the courage to open your door.
He tilted his head, listening in on where you were in the house. It sounded like you were in the kitchen, maybe making a late night snack from the sounds he was picking up. He smiled softly to himself. He knew you stayed up for him and it meant more than he would ever be able to put into words, even if he wished you would get more sleep. But who was he to call you on your sleeping habits?
Taking a deep breath, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen forced himself to open your door.
"D, is that you?" You called out.
"Yeah, it's me." Daredevil moved through your space with a practiced smoothness, telling of months of being familiar with the space. He made his way to your couch and sat down.
"Don't stop what you're doing, I'm not injured." He called out when he heard you move towards the sink. He heard you stop and cock your head, before slowly returning to making your snack.
"Is this a social visit then?"
"You could call it that, yeah." You chuckled and finished what you were doing before moving to sit across from him. But D stopped you before you could, gently guiding you to sit beside him. You furrowed your brow but did as he requested. It was quiet for several minutes as he seemed to be getting his thoughts together.
"Is everything alright, D? You're scaring me here." You said with a nervous laugh. To your immense surprise, Daredevil reached up and pulled his mask off.
"Matt. My name is Matthew Murdock." You gaped at him, eyes greedily drinking in his newly exposed face.
"What- Why-" You cleared your throat. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because after everything you've done for me, you deserve to know. That, and… I want you to know. I want you to know who I am underneath this suit." Tears welled up and Daredevil's, no Matt's hands came up to cup your cheeks.
"Don't cry." He whispered.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to, I just… I was beginning to think you'd never tell me who you were." You admitted quietly. Matt's heart broke at your words and he pulled you into his arms to hug you close.
"I was always going to tell you. I just… had to stop being afraid first." He felt your arms come up to rest around him, your fingers skirting over his suit in a soothing motion.
"You? Afraid? I don't believe it." You teased, pulling a chuckle from Matt's mouth.
"I know it doesn't seem like it, but there's plenty I'm afraid of." Matt smoothed a hand down your back. "I was especially afraid of telling you who I was."
"Why though? You have to know I won't tell anyone."
"Of course I know that. It's just, if I get too close to you, someone could find out and use you to get to me. That… that happened to a friend of mine. They found out she was connected to the man in the mask and they used her as bait to drag me out. Beat the hell out of her because she wouldn't tell them anything. Not that she knew much then, but still. I've had a hard time getting close to people since…" Matt explained.
"That why you're friends with Castle? Cause he can take care of himself?"
"Something like that. Our priorities line up occasionally and if I'm around, I can tend to lower the body count." You both chuckled at that. Slowly, you pulled back to look at Matt. He let you pull away to an extent, but kept his hands on you. You brought your hands up to gently cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing just below his eyes.
"You know… I always believed everything you told me but somehow seeing that you're blind… I don't know, I guess I just had a hard time believing that part before." Matt cracked a smile. "What you didn't tell me is how beautiful your eyes are."
Matt cleared his throat, his cheeks heating beneath your palms.
"They don't bother you?"
"What do you mean?"
"It… tends to bother people that I can't look them in the eye." You ground your teeth together at that, angry for him.
"That is completely absurd. It's not like you're doing it on purpose. So, no, it doesn't bother me and it never will."
"Good." Matt whispered before clearing his throat. "I was thinking that we could spend tonight talking. I want to answer any questions you have."
You smiled brightly at that.
"You may end up regretting that." You warned him and he laughed.
"No. No, I don't think I will." A warmth filled you at his words and you got settled into the couch to start asking questions.
You asked him everything you could think of. What he did for a living, his hobbies outside of the firm and being a vigilante, his favorite foods, how sensitive his senses really were. And he answered every question with the utmost sincerity.
It wasn't one sided either. Matt asked you questions too and you answered them all. You told him simple things like your favorite color and favorite food but also deeper things like what you were scared of. He had been shocked to learn that he played a part in your fears.
"I just… sometimes I'm scared you're going to come to me with wounds beyond my capabilities. Or that you won't make it to me at all. Those are valid concerns." You told him. He made a soft noise before he reached for you, gently pulling you into his lap and pressing his forehead to yours.
"I promise you I will always try to make it back to you." You smiled and leaned into his touch.
"I can deal with that."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Good." Matt nuzzled his nose against yours and you couldn't help the way your breath hitched at how close he was to you. Matt smirked as he picked up on your uptick in heart rate.
"Sweetheart?"
"Yes, Matt?"
"Can I kiss you?"
"Please."
The first press of his lips to yours was a soft, tentative thing. A barely there brush of skin. But the second kiss? Oh, the second kiss was an explosion of all the pent up passion the two of you had been harboring for each other. Matt's mouth pressed to yours, his lips moving in tandem with your own, was like a dream come true for you. Matt's hands slid to your hips to squeeze while your hands slid into his hair to tug, which pulled a deep moan from Matt's throat. You grinned into the kiss and he nipped your bottom lip in retaliation. Both of you chuckled as you pulled apart and pressed your foreheads together, not interested in space. Matt was the first to break the silence.
"Can I take you out to dinner sometime? I want to take you on a proper date." You grinned and nodded quickly.
"Yes. I'd love that."
"Good. I know a place. How does Friday at 7 sound?"
"I can make that work." You told him. He smiled and leaned up to kiss you again, softly this time. One of his hands gently slid around the side of your neck and he held you there for just a few moments.
"It's getting late." He murmured. "I should probably go. Let you get some sleep."
"Or you could stay. Since you wouldn't have to sleep in the mask." You offered. He gave a rueful little smile.
"I would, but I don't have any clothes to wear for tomorrow. And I fear if I stay with you tonight, I'll be unable to keep my hands to myself." You chuckled, cheeks heating with his admission.
"And that's a bad thing… why?"
"I want to do this right." He admitted quietly. "You deserve better than that and I want to give it to you."
You smiled at his words and leaned back enough to kiss his forehead.
"Well, when you put it like that…" You both laughed and Matt pulled you in close again, hugging you tightly.
"Thank you for understanding." You buried your head into the crook of his neck, holding him as tightly as he held you.
"You don't have to thank me for that. Your logic is sweet." You pulled away and pressed one more quick kiss to his lips before standing up. Matt followed your lead and the both of you headed for the door. Matt quickly donned his mask before opening the door and stepping out into the night.
"I'll call you?" He said, a hopeful lilt to his voice.
"Sounds good. I'll see you soon." And with that, he was gone. You closed and locked the door behind him before turning and leaning against it. You pressed two fingers to your lips then squealed, jumping up and down a couple times. You couldn't believe tonight had really happened. Not only did Matt tell you who he was but he returned your feelings. It felt too good to be true.
You floated on cloud nine as you got ready for bed. Finally laying down, you fell asleep with a smile on your face.
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