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Flufftober 30 - Murderdock

Matt Murderdock x reader

"No, not that one."

Y/N couldn't quite remember how she and Murdock became friends.

If they were friends.

It was hard to know with him. He was very mysterious, very private, talking a lot, but never revealing anything personal about himself. They had met in court, then their paths had crossed on the street, in a bar, and now he was there almost all the time.

Like some sort of parasite, Matt Murdock had insinuated himself into her life, and often into her apartment. In the morning, Y/N would find him on her sofa, drinking tea, giving no explanation of how he got in, just reminding her that she was going to be late, and that she had to buy better tea.

There was a lot of rumours about Murdock. It was true that some of his clients weren't the most recommendable people. Almost all from the mob, dangerous criminals, killers.

Some were calling him 'Murderdock'. Y/N had never dared to ask why, nor sought to know if these allegations were founded.

Even though he was weird and intrusive, Matt wasn't that terrible.

The worst thing he did when they were together was to criticize her apartment. Nothing was right for him.

"Your neighbours are very noisy." he growled as they in front of the television.

"I can't hear anything at all."

"You really have very limited hearing, my poor dear."

"Hmm. Well, that makes it easy for me to enjoy the movie, in my apartment. If it's too loud for you, you can go back to your apartment."

" That would be rude, you don't leave a date because of a little noise."

"... It's not a date, I didn't invite you, I found you in the kitchen, making an omelette."

He said nothing, going back to listening to the movie, grimacing because he also had to hear everything that was happening in the neighbourhood.

It was not wrong that the building was poorly insulated. Murdock also often complained of the cold. Then the heat.

According to him, there were rodents in the walls. The pipes were not well maintained. The janitor preferred to drink rather than do his job well.

This lasted for months, during which Y/N didn't really pay attention to all these criticisms, until there was a gas leak at one of her neighbours, and the building exploded when she was at work.

It was a tragedy. Fortunately there were no deaths, but she had lost almost everything.

Murdock behaved like a friend. A friend who was an excellent lawyer. He sued the owner of the building so that she could get enough money to relocate, and he threatened all the insurance she had so that she could recover the papers that had burned, and something to redeem furniture and clothes.

Now she was looking for a new apartment. And Matt was still helping her.

In any case, he said he was there to help her. But as before, no building suited him.

"Not big enough."

"I don't see what you mean." she sighed. "Wait, you don't see what you mean either. The living room is perfect. There's room for my bed, a closet, and even a small desk in the bedroom. The bathroom..."

"The ceiling is low. The windows are poorly insulated. The neighbour is watching. There is a dead rat under one of the kitchen cabinets."

"How... Fine ! Not that one either. But Matt, it's the twentieth apartment that's not suitable. Even if you often invite you over, I remind you that I'm the one who's going to be living in it. I can't stay at the hotel forever."

"You could come to my place."

"It's nice, but I don't want to impose. We'll find something not too bad."

"I told you, you could come live with me. Permanently."

Y/N looked at him for a long time. He didn't move, pouting and keeping his face to hers, his glasses reflecting her tired expression.

No, he couldn't be serious.

She refused to believe he was serious. Just in case, not to offend him, she didn't laugh. In fact, she said nothing, just nodding before looking at her list to find the address for the next visit.

Matt didn't say anything either, following her closely.

Of course, he criticized the next house. And all the other accommodations. He started to broach a new subject while they were in the fortieth apartment.

"My apartment has more bedrooms."

"Good for you."

"There is more storage. Three bathrooms, with shower and bathtub. There is also a personal cook, and people to clean."

"I can't afford to live in this kind of apartment."

"Not a problem, I have enough money for two."

This time, Y/N sighed. It might have been cute, if it hadn't been weird. Even though she was used to it, that she liked to think of them as friends, maybe something else that was hard to describe, it didn't seem like a good idea to agree to live with Murdock.

She found a way not to anger him, promising him that if she hadn't found accommodation before the end of the month, she would think about his proposal.

This seemed to suit him, even when she added that she would take an apartment even if he didn't like it.

Several of the following were not bad. Matt criticized them all, but he said nothing when she gave her file to the owners.

Unfortunately, by the end of the month, most hadn't called her back. Those who had contacted her had told her that her profile was not what they were looking for, and that they had rented the place to someone else.

Except that when she passed one of the buildings, Y/N saw that the "for rent" sign was still displayed.

"... Murdock. An explanation?"

"You didn't say anything about threatening people for them to refuse to sell you their place."

"... You really want me to move in with you ? You really think that's a good idea ?"

"Darling." he purred, smiling. "I lived almost entirely in your flat before the fire. It was horrible, a real dump, living hell, but you were there, so I made an effort. Now we can go to my beautiful apartment, without neighbours, rodents, pipe problem, and everything will be like before, only better."

"I... Oh, fuck it."

Delighted, Matt pulled out a paper and a pen. He had prepared a roommate contract. Nothing complicated, no rent, a few hygiene rules, a privacy policy, she wouldn't be allowed to talk about what she would see or hear in the building, and a part about the rooms.

"So, 'I have the right to have a bedroom that belongs to me, and you won't have access to it without my permission. This goes for your bedroom, where I could only go if you invite me.' Matt, you used to go to my bedroom all the time."

"There was nothing secret in your bedroom."

"Uh, my underwear ?"

"Irrelevant. I can't see them. And if I was looking for something secret, it wouldn't be that kind of stuff."

"Well. 'If we were to share a bedroom'... Matt ?"

"I prefer to be prepared for all eventualities."

"Matt?" she insisted.

"It's not an invitation to come into my room when I'm not there. But if I am, know that you are always welcome."

Y/N wondered for a moment if it was not Murdock who had voluntarily set fire to her building so that she could come and settle in his place without him having to ask, obviously not being talented to talk about feelings.

But even though it was definitely a bad idea, she signed the contract.

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Lost

Not very proud of this one, not very original, but still another Murderdock story.

Matthew Murdock always knew where Y/N was.

His dear Y/N.

Not only had he ordered Otomo to watch her all the time, his men following her everywhere to ensure her safety, but he always had his attention on her, one ear turned in her direction to listen to her beating heart.

Despite his long training, Matt sometimes lost his temper, and one of the main reasons was when he was no longer able to hear her, because they were too far apart. Almost immediately, Otomo would reassure him by giving him Y/N's exact location, what she was doing, who she was with, and assuring him that she was not in danger. He would have shown him a picture as further evidence, if he could.

He remained quite annoyed though until he could hear her heartbeat, and again until they were in the same room. He then threw himself on her to take her in his arms, to touch her, to feel her, smell her, and to press his head against her chest to listen to this melodious sound, the most beautiful in the world.

It happened almost every day, almost becoming a habit. A ritual.

So when Matt lost his lover's heartbeat, it made him wince, but he didn't panic, patiently waiting for Otomo's call.

A minute passed.

Then two.

After ten minutes, Matt picked up his phone.

"Where is she ?" he asked as soon as the first blade of the Hand took off.

"...We are looking, Master Murdock."

"You are looking. What do you mean by 'you are looking' ?I ordered you to follow her. You and your ninjas are supposed to be the best in the world. You lost her... No. No, you can't have lost her... I heard her heart, then nothing, in an instant. What happened ?!"

"We don't know, Master. We think there is magic behind it. She disappeared in front of us."

"Find her ! Now ! That's an order !"

When he hung up, Matt realized he was shaking.

It was really rare that he lost his temper, the Hand had taught him to keep calm, but imagining what might be happening to Y/N, he let out a scream and threw the phone at the wall, smashing it.

Then he left his office, forgetting his cane and his jacket, totally not caring about what people might think, to join Otomo and supervise him during the search. After all, no one could escape his ears and nose, and since he no longer had a phone, he preferred to be there to know immediately what was going on.

What he hadn't expected was that he still wouldn't have regained his composure when he arrived. As soon as a ninja approached him to greet him, he grabbed him by the neck and broke it. The others backed away, while Otomo kept a good distance between him and his master to talk to him.

"I understand your disappointment, Master. We will find her."

"Oh, I'm sure of it. The question, dear Otomo, is in what condition she'll be in. Alive ? Wounded ? D... If she's dead, Otomo, you better run, or grab a sword quickly, to clear your honour yourself, because if I catch you first, you will deeply regret it."

"Of course, Master. I'm sure Lady Y/N is fine. I don't see who could wish her harm, you're discreet, no one knows she's important to you."

It wasn't certain. Admittedly, Matt was doing his best not to publicly show his affection for Y/N. After all, he had many enemies, and while most were so-called heroes with a ridiculous moral code that prevented them from harming those who didn't deserve it, there were also the opponents of the Hand, who could be so cruel and cold.

If any of them heard of Y/N, if they realized she was Murdock's weak spot, then he was sure they would use her.

But Matt was discreet. And he couldn't see who could have taken away his love using what looked like magic. Looked like, because when he arrived at the place of her disappearance, he felt nothing like it. There was definitely something in the air, but he couldn't figure out what. A vibe. An abnormality. It wasn't natural, unfamiliar, but he had been to places where this feeling was present.

He didn't like it. He had no idea what had happened, who was responsible, where Y/N was and if she was okay. He found himself praying for her to be okay. He hadn't prayed in years, since the death of his mother and father, the loss of his eyes, the training with Stick.

Maybe God would hear it, and be merciful, for once.

Yes, Matt Murdock wasn't perfect. He had done horrible things. But he really hadn't had an easy life. For once he was asking for something, and not even for himself, could the old bearded man up here do something ?

But for the next few hours, still nothing. Night was approaching. As a lawyer, who often followed police investigations, and also as a kidnapper, he knew that the first few hours were crucial, especially if the person who had taken Y/N had not contacted him. It could mean several things. It could be to hurt him, by making him despair. Or it had nothing to do with him, and it was possibly worse, because he knew even less what was going to happen to his darling.

He lost his temper again.

He killed several of his men who tried to hold him down, so he wouldn't destroy the entire place. Otomo ordered them to leave him, maybe because he didn't want to lose too many ninjas, or maybe because he knew it was useless and they had to respect their master's grief, no matter how hard it was. Painful, futile, but legitimate.

Y/N was not part of the Hand. She was of no use to them, she was no threat. At first, they had been afraid, that she would disturb Matt, that she would change him. Then they wanted to use her against him, but they quickly understood it was a stupid idea.

Now they were leaving them alone, seeing that she was keeping him quite calm, at least calmer than usual.

"Otomo..." Matthew growled dangerously, turning to the first blade. "Swear to me it's not the Hand that took her."

"I swear."

"Hmm. But you might not know. They know you can't lie to me."

"They have no reason to go after Lady Y/N."

"You and I know very well that they don't need a reason to act. Call them. Now. I want to know. I need to know !"

Of course, the Hand denied any involvement, and even though he felt they were telling the truth, Matt killed two more ninjas to make it clear to them that he wouldn't forgive them if they had anything to do with it.

He killed another one, just because, then he decided to go explore the city, hoping to hear or smell something. But nothing. There was nothing. The sweet scent of Y/N was gone. Her footsteps. Her laughter. Her heartbeats.

Foggy Nelson had the misfortune to meet him and greet him. He was lucky Matt didn't kill him on the spot, only barking at him until he ran away.

This was maybe what have caught Spider Woman's attention.

"I heard you're prowling the streets, scaring everyone."

"Now really isn't the time, Gwendolyn."

"... Are you looking for something ? Can I help you ?"

"Oh, how kind. Why such generosity ? To protect people, or because you have something to blame yourself for ?" he hissed with a fake smile.

"I just wanna be nice, you can just say no, Murderdock."

"I don't need your help, kid. Leave me alone."

He felt her staring at him, before throwing a web and disappearing. She hadn't answered his question, but Matt didn't think she could be responsible. It wasn't her type, and if she knew about Y/N and him, she would have told him about it, having plenty of annoying questions and disapproving remarks.

After going back to see if Otomo had found anything, even though he knew full well he hadn't, and killing several ninjas, he returned home. Which was a very bad idea.

In the apartment, the absence of Y/N was even worse.

This silence. Her scent almost gone.

While he remembered the last time he prayed well enough, Matt couldn't remember when he last cried.

Before the Hand, before the Stick. He had been sad when his father died, but he hadn't shed a tear. Not for his mother either. He was already very tired from life. Crying was for children, for the weak.

He started sobbing anyway, in the middle of the living room, muttering Y/N's name as if that would be enough to bring her back, erasing the whole nightmarish situation. Very quickly, he felt ridiculous, and his anger returned. Without thinking, he proceeded to destroy the apartment. He could have destroyed everything, the building, the neighbourhood, the city, the world.

He would have killed everyone, and himself first, for her to come back. Even if he could only hold her in his arms for a few seconds.

Once he had nothing left to throw out the window or crush under his foot, totally exhausted and his eyes full of tears, he fell on the bed. Sniffling, he grabbed Y/N's pillow, held it to his face to smell all the scents, before cuddling it like a fucking kid.

He must have looked ridiculous, and if the Hand had seen him now, they'd be ashamed, but he didn't care. He missed Y/N. He was worried. He felt helpless. He didn't deserve it. He should have been able to protect her.

By praying once more to this God whom he had denied for a long time, and who never seemed to have cared about him, he fell asleep.

"Matt."

Groaning, he hugged the pillow again. He knew that voice. That sweet voice. And this heart, very close to his ears.

"Matt, wake up."

Slowly, he opened his eyes. Of course, he couldn't "see" anything, except the world of fire, but there was someone near him, who was touching his arm, and who smelled like Y/N, who had the voice of Y/N, who had her heartbeat.

If it was a dream, it was very realistic. Or maybe he was dead.

"I'm dead ?" he asked softly.

"What ? No. But what happened in the apartment ? You were in a fight ? A storm ? Are you hurt ?"

"Stay with me."

"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

"Are you there ? Are you really there ?"

"Yes, Matt. Were you worried ? Oh excuse me. It's a very weird story. I was walking down the street and all of a sudden I was somewhere else. Spider Woman tried to explain to me, a story of multiverse. There was a Spiderman, it was strange. Matt, baby, are you crying ?"

He wasn't really listening to what she was saying, too shaken to find her after a whole day of worries and fears. He hugged her tightly, still sobbing as he muttered thanks, not sure who he was thanking.

So she hadn't been taken away. She wasn't hurt, she wasn't dead. It had to do with other universes. He'd have to have a talk with Gwennie about it. He should probably thank her for helping him, but also ask her how to prevent this from happening again. If he had to destroy the little machine she carried on the handle, and which allowed her to see her silly other spider friends and her little boyfriend, he would do it without hesitation.

But for the moment, he only thought about Y/N, refusing to let go, too afraid that she would disappear again if he didn't hold her.

"I will never leave you again. You stay with me all the time from now on."

"I don't think that's possible, Matt." she sneered gently, stroking his hair.

"I don't care. I'll follow you everywhere, holding your hand."

"Not very discreet. I thought no one should know we're together."

"... I'll kill everyone. Or we'll move to a private island."

"You are really serious."

"I thought I lost you." he said with a trembling voice. "Never again. I can't trust Otomo anymore, if he's ever failed his mission once. I need to be sure that you won't disappear again, otherwise I'll go crazy."

Y/N said nothing, continuing to run her hand through his hair and massage his back. He could feel her watching the destroyed room, knowing he wasn't exaggerating. He would destroy everything for good, if she disappeared again. He probably would have if she hadn't reappeared this morning. And the day that she would be hurt, the day that she would be taken from her for good, whether it was by an enemy or God, then the world ought to be very afraid.

If they knew what would happen if they touched his Y/N, then maybe it wouldn't be necessary to hide anymore. Then you'd have to be a fool to even think about approaching her, because it would be obvious that she wasn't Matt's weak point.

No, she was the last thing that made him human, that kept him calm, serene, sane, and without her, nothing could stop him.

"I will never leave you." she promised him, kissing him, and she meant it, he could hear it. He had never doubted, he hadn't thought for a single second that she could have disappeared voluntarily. He had blind faith in his Y/N.

Now he just had to stick with her, and no one be crazy enough to try to take her from him. He would make it very clear to them, and then they could be happy, without any fear.

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