#elektra natchios fanfic
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Mommy likes it <3
Elektra Natchios x Fem!Reader
Summary: Elektra worked up your body a bit too much and you accidentally slipped a word that she ended up liking😏
Warnings: smut, tribbing, edging, praise kink, mommy kink
A/N: I’m Elektra Natchios’ whore first and human second😩 Lately I’ve been having lots of thots about her so here is this tiny little baby for u❤️ I hope you like it💋
PS. sooooo sorry for still not writing the requests, I’ll get back to it as soon as I can. Please don’t hate me I’m super busy but I love y’all sm😭😭
18+ MINORS DNI
“Please…” your voice cracked. Elektra has been edging you for the last hour and you just couldn’t take it anymore. She said she wanted to play with her food today so she prolonged your torture while having that wild gleam in her eyes, your desperation feeding her flame.
Now she was on top of you and her strong thigh found place between your legs where you need her the most. A groan left you when she pressed her thigh to your core, your thigh also pressed into her center. She had a wicked smile on her face. Fuck, she was so beautiful! She leaned in a bit and her gorgeous tits were just inches away. You couldn’t resist reaching forward and catching her nipple in between your teeth. She threw her shoulders back, baring her boobs to you. You sucked and licked while she practically ride you.
Unholy moans left your mouth. You threw your head back “Please… mommy.”
Elektra lifted her head, looking at you in awe. However, you were too lost in pleasure to notice what you just said. Oh but she loved it! Seeing you like this, begging to her, begging to mommy.
“You wanna cum baby? So desperate for mommy. Aren’t you?” She grind on you harder and kissed you sloppily “So pretty. My baby’s doing so good for me.”
All you were was a wet, moaning mess. “Please, please… please.”
“Just a little longer, honey,” she said, her hot breath burning your neck.
Your breaths were short, your sight blurry. Elektra shifted her position, now aligning her cunt with yours. An unworldly sound left your lips at the contact between your legs. Her clit grazed over yours and you took in a sharp breath. Her wetness was blending with yours. Each time she snapped her hips, wet sounds reached to your ears, riling you up even more. Your pathetic whimpers were mixed with Elektra’s deep moans. You were shaking with the pending orgasm and Elektra’s quick thrusts were shaking the bed.
“You gonna be good for mommy? Yeah?” Elektra was so close too. The unexpected name you called her made her a bit too exited.
“Yes, mommy. So good. Yes, please… please! God!”
“Go on baby, come all over mommy! Cum on mommy’s cunt!” She breathed out.
With her approval, release took over your body. Your eyes rolling in your head as you moaned her name over and over again. Your legs shaking around her when she found her peak. Her body shaking on yours. Her moans were muffled by your neck. Elektra kept on her thrusts riding both of you to the end of the pleasure. When her pace came to a stop, she put her whole weight down on you, burying you under her. Honestly, what a perfect place to die!
Elektra lifted on her elbows locking eyes with you. She brushed your hair away and cupped your face. A smirk found its place on her lips “So… mommy, huh?”
You now realized what you said in the heat of the moment. A blush crept up to your cheeks and you tried to get free of her hold.
“No,” she stopped you, laughing. “Don’t be ashamed. Mommy likes it.”
She buried her head in your neck, leaving kisses and bites while tickling you. You left a sigh of relief before getting lost in the laughs with her, the love of your life, your mommy.
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( fic ) a devil in a centrefold
a devil in a centrefold
daredevil | elektra/matt
explicit, 5k
After a bloodied night of vigilantism, Elektra takes care of Matthew the only way she knows how: she pegs him.
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Speak Now (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)
Author’s Note: Howdy everyone! This fic was voted #2 to post in a poll I did a few weeks ago! I’ve been working with this idea for a while (ie like 9 months), and it’s reverse circumstances of this fic I wrote back in July. I was at work earlier this week with my music on shuffle, and Taylor Sift popped on the playlist, and I’m like “hmm, this works for the fic, I think”, so I’m gonna call reverse ex-post facto inspiration? Alright, now I’m rambling. Enjoy! :)
Summary: Being friends with both Elektra and Matt is by no means easy, especially with them being a couple and your long-standing love for one blind attorney. But regardless, you told yourself you’d always be there for them, no matter what—and that includes being there for them on their wedding day.
Warnings: Angst, hurt comfort, fluff, love confessions, guilt/heartache, ignoring feelings
Other Characters: Foggy Nelson, Elektra Natchios, Father Lantom
Word Count: 3,014
It’s fine. You just need to remember to breathe. Foggy has the rings, Father Lantom and Maggie have everything set in the main church—everything is fine. Just a few more minutes, and it’s all over. We get that started, we get down the aisle, and we get Matt and Elektra married. Easy peasy.
“Oh, sorry!” you hear Foggy say, his hands firmly on your shoulders to prevent you from falling down as you bump into one another.
“Thanks!” you breathe, steadying yourself.
“Why are you running around the church like a frantic chicken?”
“Just a lot of energy, you know? Adrenaline. Gotta get it out before the ceremony starts.”
“And how are you doing?” Foggy asks.
“Fine.”
“No, (Y/N), how are you doing?”
“What do you mean?” you try, but to no avail.
“C’mon. You know.”
“I’m hanging on by threads,” you admit shakily. “It’s a lot.”
“Being a bridesmaid and watching your friends get married? Or watching Matt get married to someone else?”
“No, Foggy,” you interject, now determined to kill the conversation where it stands. You thought you put the final nail in the coffin of that thought a year ago at the engagement party.
“But you love him!” he whisper yells.
“Yes, I do! And it’s because I love him that I can’t say anything. For the first time in his life, Matt is happy. He’s ready to do something that he never thought he’d get the chance to enjoy, let alone have, and just as much goes for Elektra. So, I will watch them go down the aisle, I will stand by them as they commit their love and lives to one another, I will watch them kiss and smile and dance, I will help send them off on their honeymoon, watch them welcome their children, and watch them grow old and happy together! They will be happy—finally happy—and that’s what matters.”
“So your happiness doesn’t matter?”
“Not when it comes to Matt’s happiness. Matt’s will always come before mine, and that’s a guarantee.”
“(Y/N)—.”
“Every. Time,” you repeat. “I can’t jeopardize that on the off-chance that he feels an inkling of anything more toward me. I can’t hurt Elektra like that, and I sure as hell can’t unload on Matt like that.”
“But isn’t it better knowing for sure rather than always wondering what if?”
“No,” you say weakly. “Because right now, I know for sure that Matt is happy. I see it in the way he walks, the way he smiles, the way he answers the phone. He is happy, Foggy. And I need to be happy for him. Now, I need to make sure my makeup isn’t ruined, and then I need to go help Elektra before she walks down the aisle.”
“(Y/N)—!”
You pick up the skirt of your dress slightly so you don’t trip, creating as much distance between Foggy and yourself that you can.
“(Y/N), I was worried!” Elektra says as you come back from the bathroom down the hall, having dried your tears and collected yourself from your conversation with Foggy. “I couldn’t find you anywhere! Are you alright?”
“I promise, it’s nothing. You look so beautiful,” you tell her as you spread out her train, plucking off minute pieces of lint from the carpet that clung white fabric.
She gives you a hug and holds me close. “(Y/N)?” she asks as you part. “Can I ask you to do me one last huge favor?”
“I’m your maid of honor—it’s what I’m here for.”
“I know I said I wanted to walk down the aisle alone, but I’m wondering if you would be willing to give me away to Matthew?”
The request is so genuine and the look of hope in her eyes is undeniable. “Of course,” you breathe. “I’m here for you, El. Always.”
She kisses your cheeks and absolutely beams.
“I can’t believe this is finally happening.”
“I’m so happy for you,” you tell her, looping your arm through hers as we get to the double doors. The music begins to kick up and you hear the rustle of people stand just before the doors open, exposing the both of you to the excited eyes of many. It’s far more difficult than you anticipated to plaster on a smile and keep tears at bay when you walk down the aisle next to Elektra, seeing Matt stand there in a tux looking so happy.
God, you wish he was waiting there for you.
That ship has sailed. You can’t drown yourself trying to chase the thought, because you will sink and no one will ever find you. You had opportunities to tell him how you really felt, and you didn’t. You have to live with that.
You don’t know how you’ve managed to get down the aisle so fast with time moving so slow. You can’t bring yourself to say a single word as you place Elektra’s hand in Matt’s before you step to the side to take your place, praying for all eyes to be on them so no one has to watch you suffer with a smile on your face. You affix your eyes on a column just behind Foggy’s head, not willing to try and catch a glimpse of anything that will cause you to feel the multitude of emotions bubbling in your chest.
It’ll be over soon. You’re doing the right thing. This is how it’s supposed to happen. They deserve one another. Words and phrases like these play on your mind in an endless loop as the ceremony progresses, silently praying that you’ll be zoned out enough for when they finally kiss to not process it when you’re drawn to the words coming from Father Lantom’s mouth.
“Elektra Natchios, do you take Matthew Murdock to be your lawfully wedded spouse?” he asks.
To your surprise, she doesn’t answer immediately. You watch her let out a long breath before she gives Matt’s hands a squeeze, the pause and silence growing longer and louder with each passing moment.
“Can we talk?” you hear her whisper to Matt.
“Ellie, what’s wrong?” Matt responds softly, his words barely audible.
Without another word, she takes his hand and they move back up the aisle, and you watch them take a turn to where Elektra was was getting ready just before the ceremony. You lock eyes with Foggy. He wordlessly asks if you know what’s going on with a scrunch of his eyebrows, and you just arch yours in response—the universal cue for “I don’t know”.
“All the excitement,” Father Lantom chuckles, addressing a confused crowd. “They probably need a moment to collect themselves.” He twists toward you before speaking in hushed tones. “Do you know what’s going on?”
“It’s probably like you said—excitement,” you breathe. Or cold feet. But Elektra wouldn’t do that. She’s been waiting so long for a moment like this. For this moment, with Matt. “If they’re not back in a minute, I’ll go check on them.”
The minute passes in the slowest manner possible, but nonetheless, you stick to your word and scurry in the most non-alarming fashion possible to follow where they went. When you’re unable to hear any voices through the only door they’d be behind, you raise your knuckles to the wood.
“Guys?” you knock gently. “Are you doing alright?”
“Yeah, just give us a second,” Matt says, but not before Elektra swings the door open.
“Can you come in for a moment?” she asks softly, and you can see the conflict written all over her face. You let out a small breath, conceding to her request and closing the door behind you.
“Can I get you guys—?” you start, only to be cut off mid-sentence.
“(Y/N), tell us,” Elektra starts, her breathing steady and calm. “Tell us we’re doing the right thing. Tell us we should be getting married.”
“What kind of question is that?” you ask, truly confused.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Elektra—.”
“Repeat the sentences.”
You take a breath, looking at them. “You both love one another. People in love get married. You’re listening to your hearts.”
“You can’t say it.”
“Ellie, I—.”
“You’re holding something back,” Matt adds, his tongue peaking out to lick his lips. “What aren’t you telling us?” His tone is telling. He knows. Damn super hearing.
You sigh, desperately trying to steady your heart rate and deflect. “You’re both just letting the nerves get to you. You’re getting in your heads.”
“We need to hear you say it,” Elektra tries once more. “Please.”
You sigh, feeling your chest tightening. “You’re doing the right thing. You two should get married. You belong together.” You feel like you’re going to be sick as the last piece of your heart shatters before evaporating into nothingness. “I’m going to make sure that everyone is staying calm. I’ll see you both out there soon, okay?”
As you leave the quiet room, you hear the rush of dress shoes follow after you.
“Hey,” Matt says softly, gently catching your arm.
“Matt, things have been delayed enough. We shouldn’t hold them up any longer.”
“You’re still holding something back.”
“Matt—.”
“I can’t get married if my best friend is lying to me about something. (Y/N), please,” he breathes heavily. “Please, just tell me the truth.”
“You look at her the way I always wished you’d look at me, and I die a little bit inside every time I see it,” you admit feebly, watching his expression change through bleary eyes. “That look . . . God, Matt, you love her! I don’t matter in this. Just go and be with her, and for once in your life, stop being such a masochist and be happy!”
With anguish and regret, you pull your arm free from Matt’s grip, making a turn for the double doors that lead outside rather than the ones that lead into the cathedral, needing get as far away from Clinton Church as you can.
“How’d you know I’d be here?” you mumble as you curl into yourself in your favorite reading room at the Columbia Law Library.
“I didn’t,” Matt sighs as he takes a few steps over and sits next to you. “This is where I go when I need to think.”
“Bullshit.”
“Okay, you caught me. I locked in on your heartbeat and followed it.”
“Why, Matt?”
“Why what?”
“Don’t shit with me, Matt,” you sigh in defeat, taking in his undone bowtie and general state of dishevelment in his formal attire. “Why didn’t you just go through with it, Matt? You two love each other.”
“But we love you, too. You’ve always been there for us, even when anyone with a modicum of common sense would have left us.” He turns toward you. “Why didn’t you say anything? To either of us?”
“It wasn’t my place. She loves you, and you love her. Simple as that.”
“But I love you, too.”
“Not in the same way.”
“(Y/N).” He takes your hands in his, his thumbs grazing over your knuckles. “I do love you like that. I didn’t think you felt the same, and my God, I was too afraid to ask. I didn’t want to lose my best friend. I couldn’t lose you.”
You sniffle, still refusing to meet his eyes. “Don’t let Foggy hear that, it’ll give him a complex.”
You hear a small chuckle escape his lips. “It’s true though. I’m not sure what I’d do if I did something that meant not having you in my life. I just kept my feelings locked away deep down in my heart because I knew I needed you in my life however I could have you. And then I heard what you told Foggy, and I . . .” He rests his forehead on yours and nudges you with his nose so you finally look at his face. “Can you give me a chance?”
“I want to, Matt, but . . .”
“Please don’t say but.”
“I’d look at you, and I would only think about how I ruined the happiest day of your life. Besides. You’re the ex now. It’s friend rule number one not to date their ex, no matter how you feel about them. And Elektra . . . I couldn’t do that to her.”
“Even if she gives her blessing?”
You whip your head around, seeing Elektra standing in black jeans and a red turtleneck, her leather jacket covering most of it.
“Elektra, I’m so—,” you start.
“You don’t need to apologize, darling. None of it was your fault.” She moves to your other side and wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a hug. “Before you came to find Matt and I . . . We spoke, and we’re okay. We’ll always love one another, but not in the way that we deserve. But you two . . . You two can. You already have. I’ve seen it. And you’re a shit liar, my darling. I always thought . . . But when you put my hand in Matt’s at the altar, I knew for certain.” She gently tucks some of your loose hair behind your ear. “You just need to have the courage to take the next step.” She gently tilts your face to look at hers. “I’m okay.”
You look between them—Elektra’s eyes filled with resolve and calm, Matt’s a storm of a million emotions, and you can feel how your heart tears in half. Feeling like the room is closing in on you and the air is being pulled from your lungs, you grab your things and rush past them, needing the cool sting of crisp autumn air to help you feel something else then the hot guilt coursing through your veins.
Maybe Matt won’t come in today. The man did take the week off for his honeymoon, after all. But, he is his own boss and can change that as he pleases. Still, the weekend was eventful as hell. Maybe he needed a day. Maybe if you just keep your head down long enough, you won’t have to catch the sympathetic and pitiful glances of Foggy and Karen. No client appointments are scheduled today, either, so—.
“Hey,” you hear a gently voice say at your desk. Looking up, you see Matt with two cups of coffee in his hands. “Got your usual.”
“Thanks,” you say softly, taking it from him, your heart skipping a beat as your fingers brush against one another. You just want things to go back to normal, as if the weekend didn’t happen. This is a sign that Matt wants that too—a drip of normalcy. But why does he have to sound so tender like that?
“Do you have some time?”
“Matt, I—.”
“Please?”
Damn. He knows you can’t say no when he sounds like that.
“Y-Yeah,” you say softly. “How about we go for a walk?”
He nods, letting you get up and put on your jacket. When you get to his side, you take his elbow out of habit, freezing after a few steps when guilt hits you like a freight train to your chest.
“(Y/N)—,” he tries softly.
“I can’t do this,” you tell him quietly, tears stinging at your lashes and nose. “I’m sorry, Matt, I just can’t do this.”
“Why?”
“Because, Matt! Because I look at you, and I know how I feel! I feel guilt that I am what came between you finally being happy and getting something you’ve told me time and time again you never thought you’d have. I look at you, and still love you as much as the day that I met you and I can’t stop it. But I know that I can’t be what you need because I will never be able to understand you in the way that you deserve—the way Elektra can. I’m just me, Matt. I’m just me.”
You’re not prepared for what he says next. “And what makes you think I don’t love you just the way that you are? For everything that you are? That I’m glad you can’t understand me in those dark ways because you’re the sunshine that makes the darkness easier to deal with? That I know that the only person that I could ever really be with and be happy with is you? That I don’t love you with my entire heart?”
The way that you feel tears fall onto the fabric of your shirt let you know just how hard and fast you’re crying. The way that Matt puts his coffee next to yours so he can cup your face and wipe your tears away only adds to the gravity of his words.
“Please, angel,” he continues gently. “Please let me help you realize just how much you mean to me. Just how deeply I love you. Because I will spend the rest of my life doing just that, no matter what you say.”
You don’t know what else to do except pull him in for a kiss. It’s not pretty or graceful. It’s wet and snotty and shaky—everything that a first kiss shouldn’t be. But the way that one of Matt’s hands stays on your face as the other moves around the back of your head so his fingers weave into your hair tells you that it’s everything he could ever want. When he finally pulls away, you do what you can to wipe off your tears that fell onto his cheeks.
“I love you,” you whisper as your thumbs skate across his skin.
“I love you, too, angel,” he breathes, resting his forehead on yours. “I love you so much.”
“C-Can, uh,” you sniffle. “What next?”
“We go for that walk? Talk about anything and everything. We can figure this out. I want to figure this out.”
You nod as Matt wipes the last of your tears away. “Sounds good.”
He kisses you softly once more and loops his arm in yours as we walk out of the office. The way he holds onto you tells you that he never intends on letting go.
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Forgiveness
Part 1, Part 3
Pairing: Ex!Matt Murdock x Writer!reader
Word Count: 1627
As the poor college student you once were, whose heart was crushed in one of the worst ways possible, you’d had no clue what was awaiting ahead to surprise you. The dream which seemed unreachable at the time. There was a bright future shining over you. The book you wrote a few years after you graduated from Columbia University slowly gained attraction. Suddenly your life has become a whirlwind of good news. You were rising to become a well-known author. Your books began appearing on the shelves of your favorite book stores. Your childhood dream was gradually becoming a reality. You were ecstatic, truly.
You were currently planning a new mystery thriller series in your condo. A giant cork board covering your wall as each piece of the mystery hangs. The cork board contained the entire timeline of your mystery. Red string showcases how they all connect. At first glance, many would’ve chalked it up as a mess. To you, it was your ongoing masterpiece. Notebooks and lone sticky notes covered your work space. A cup of steaming hot coffee was held close to your lips as you looked at the chaos you’ve established. It was your chaos and you treasured it.
Your show of appreciation was disrupted when your phone rang. You very rarely kept the sound on. Writing was hard enough without distractions and while your multitasking had gotten better, it was not that advanced where you could listen to the television while working on the backbones of your series and having your phone on standby. Your friends understood and rarely messaged you with the occasional meme or invitation to go out which you greatly appreciated. They were the best and you loved them dearly.
You walked toward your charging phone, checking the name before answering, “Hello beautiful.” You already knew the reason for this call. It was a reminder to get ready to go out. “I just want to let you know I did not work today.” Lie. “But I did admire my work with a cup of coffee.”
“Why don’t I believe you?” Their voice echoed a scanty teasing tone. It supported the mental image, that you created in your mind, of them tilting their head before placing their pointing finger on the lower side of their check. Unintentionally, you were called out on your bullshit. “Maybe because you're a workaholic and refuse to rest your mind and soul.”
You rubbed your forehead gingerly before rushing to grab suitable clothing, “There’s nothing wrong with getting ahead of work. My deadline might seem long but you never know when that pesky writer’s block comes to bite me in the ass.”
They laughed as you searched through your closest. “One night won’t make a difference.”
“How would you know? I could have a revelation at the bar with no paper or pen and forget about when I get home. A true tragedy for my fans.” You were being dramatic and for good reason. It was simply fun to annoy friends. They loved you no matter how annoying you can be and the good ones stick till the end. “Taking advantage of this abnormal desire to write seems to be a hell of a way to spend my night.”
“Which you have last night and the night before that and the night before that. I don’t want you to burn out and feel uninspired. I know how you get when you're pressed for time.” It was not pretty. You basically have a complete and utter meltdown. Scurrying to finish to reach the deadline while also not disappointing your fans or doing such a disservice to your characters.
As you could not win in this playful argument, you relented. “See you there.”
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The glass bottle clanked when they were slightly tapped against one another and you and your friend cheered for good fortune. The place your friend had chosen was, to the untrained mind, a dump but places like these were the best. The tap water however cannot be trusted. While it looked ghastly, it kept so many memories within its walls. A secret only the building will know when everyone ceases to exist and more memories continue to be harbored. Tonight you will be one of those secrets. Another body the bar sheltered and one that will soon leave when the night is replaced by day.
You didn’t notice them. Two old faces sitting in the same bar astonished you were so close yet in an entirely different universe. One watching with fond eyes, the other unable to do the same. One was ecstatic to see you once again, grown into the person you were meant to be, and the other, filled with guilt for how things ended. There was another with them, an unfamiliar face, and witnessing the jolting glances they sent to you.
“[Reader].” One whispered so lowly the others didn’t hear. The sound of your heart beat once again gracing his ears. He missed you. Once the tinted frames of Elektra were smashed away, he realized the devastating aftermath left in her wake. The relationship that was once wondrous and blissful was gone. Ruined and tarnished by his inability to not decimate his own happiness.
There was always one thing he wanted to say, after he freed himself from his own blindness, if he was ever granted the chance, was to apologize. His mishandling of the situation caused you so much unnecessary harm and there was only him to blame. He fell for Elektra charm and her assertions of being cut from the same cloth. Still there was no excuse for what he did.
“I’ll be right back.” He assured Foggy, who knew of his intentions, and Karen, who remained confused. Foggy remembered those late night talks after the whole Elektra situation detonated. Matt mourned the loss of a healthy relationship and shame remained to haunt him. If Foggy was being honest, he missed you. He loved to hang out with you and Matt despite the lovey-dovey gestures you’d paraded around him. It felt like a glimpse of what real love was.
Matt reached your table before asking, “[Reader]?” You had never known of his powers and yet always treated him like an able-bodied person. With the occasional but completely harmless quips surrounding his blindness. After all these years, he wondered of all the moments you would’ve shared together had he not doomed your love. He wondered if you laid awake flustered at the thought of his lips.
“Matt?” He looked different yet the same. The years have gone easy on him since the last time you’d spoken. He matured like fine wine. “What are you doing here?” Not in the bar. You wanted to add. Here by me.
He straightened his posture, “I wanted to speak with you.” And apologize. “Alone if that’s alright with you.” The conversation he hoped to have should not be for anyone other than yourself. At least for this specific moment. He knew friends (Foggy) would want an update.
Your friend gave you a look before you assured them that you would be fine. They walked away, too far to listen but not so much they’d lose sight of you. Matt took over the now empty seat and the two of you sat in silence. The agonizing tension striking the two of you like a club or, in this case, a cane.
“What did you want to talk about?” The relationship you once had was short-lived but memorable. Your first taste of what love should’ve been until it was spiked with poison. You had plenty of time to reflect upon your brief passion towards one another but you were still left with questions. Maybe they can finally be answered.
“I was - I’m sorry.” His head faced the stained table as if he was ashamed of himself and granted he should be. “I know we didn’t end off on the right foot and it was my fault. I should’ve handled it better but my naive younger self was thoughtless of the pain and anguish I’d caused you. There are no words to describe how embarrassed and ashamed I am for not apologizing sooner.”
There it was. The apology you’ve been missing for years and now you had it. Apologies are never enough, however, it is merely words seeking for an ounce of forgiveness. Forgiveness is a fickle matter to you. It is, in your mind, unnecessary when burying the hatchet of the past. Forgiveness is not for you but the person who hurt you. Moving on does not require forgiveness. Moving on, in its true form, is reflecting on what was done and finding a semblance of peace.
You found yourself only able to mutter a simple thank you and the tension heightened. There was nothing more to say. Nothing that truly mattered in this moment. “I’d like to make it up to you.” He offered, “A redo of sorts. We can go to that diner we've loved.”
The thought almost made you laugh. A redo. At the place where it all began and ended. Moving on was one thing but the memories will always linger. The pain never truly vanishes. It merely blooms in a different form.
Shaking your head, “No.” The word spilled out of your lips with such sternness. Matt tensed when they reached his ears. “I don’t think so. While I do appreciate your apology, I’d rather not exhume what once was. Our love, no matter how short, is and will forever always remain six feet under.” You couldn’t fathom his train of thought. How ridiculously seeming it was. “I’d rather leave the past where it belongs and I suggest you do the same. Do, however, say hi to Foggy. I have missed him.”
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A Set of Closing Statements - Matthew Murdock
If you had a nickel for every time you and Matt Murdock had to work on closing statements together but never finished, you would have two nickels. It isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice!
WARNINGS: swearing
You were nearly nose-to-nose. His breath caressed your cheeks, tantalizing and taunting. It felt purposeful, the proximity, the too-close-closeness. Yet, you let him wield his heat, let it lash against yours. You would allow it with no one else, no one but him.
With a shallow breath, his low voice reminded you of what little space remained. “The question at the heart of the matter is-”
“Is it just?” You finished for him.
“Exactly, and, philosophically, it is not.”
“That is quite a black-and-white perspective, Mr. Murdock.”
“Laws demand such objectivity,” he pressed, “they are, as Socrates says, a contract citizens of a given state agree to honor by continual habitation of said state.”
You leaned back, smiling to yourself. “However, then the question of justness shifts. Is it just to let a state remain if the citizens determine its application of the otherwise objective law is unjust? In this context and in his death sentence, Socrates is being singled out. The law has become a weapon to stunt the evolution of the state, its laws.”
“You’re over-elaborating Crito’s argument.”
“Or maybe you’re under-analyzing Crito’s argument.”
Matt leaned back in his seat, taking his heat with him. Though, you were much too preoccupied with how his mouth was opening and closing, trying to close his lips around the right words. All he caught was air and the silence of the classroom. Your smile widened. Before you could bask any further in the sunshine feel of victory, Dr. Drake cleared her throat.
“We will leave our debate on Plato’s Crito there for today. Come back to class on Thursday with your closing statements prepared for your respective perspectives.” Steely grey eyes seared your skin as the professor gave a pointed look in your and Matt’s direction.
You offered her a softer smile that was only slightly apologetic as your peers hurried out of the lecture hall. A rustling at your right averted your gaze. Matt was gathering his binder of translated-to-braille readings and shoving it in his shoulder bag. The opening of which was still half zipped-closed. Instinctually, you reached over.
“Here. It’s still caught.”
“Oh, thanks,” he said as you leaned in close. You felt his heat again, your shoulder brushing against his chest. At the almost touch, you felt your original smile return.
“It’s the least I can do.”
“It is,” Matt said as you unzipped his bag the rest of the way. When you leaned back, you saw he was smiling too. “You think I under-analyzed Crito?”
“I think you under-analyzed the need for a radical revolution.”
“I think you guys forgot that you were on the same side! Again!”
You turned around to face Foggy. His long blond hair was rattier than usual, likely from the party the night before. But his eyes were bright with a mischief that was fresh from this morning’s debate. You rolled your eyes and quickly packed up your own readings and notes.
“Not my fault Matt is so steadfast. Stuck in his ways.”
“Ouch,” Matt placed a hand to his chest, “attacking my character? Thought we agreed on no mudslinging this time?”
“I’m not attacking your character,” you said with a tilt in your voice as you pulled your bag over your shoulder. “I’m just…encouraging you to entertain other views.”
“I’m no revolutionary.”
“You’re no saint either,” you fired back, linking your arm in Matt’s.
“Ugh,” Foggy groaned, pressing his hands to his temples as he led you and Matt out of the lecture hall. “We get it: you’re smart. Too smart. Two smartasses, the both of you.”
“Yeah,” you sighed, “Dr. Drake did give us a look.”
“A look?”
“Everyone was giving you guys a look!” Foggy started as he darted down the stairs. You guided Matt’s first step with your own. Once he found a rhythm, the descent was smooth. “Barely anyone else had a chance to talk, you nerds.”
“I thought we were smartasses?” Matt asked and you could not help but catch the contagion of his wide, boyish grin.
“Yeah, you are.”
The warm air of Spring trickled along your skin as you and Matt followed Foggy outside of the Cooper Building. Foggy continued to spout on about what attributes constituted a smartass as you all walked across the quad towards the library. Your arm remained tightly linked with Matt’s. He could have switched to his cane, you realized. Though, you were glad he hadn’t. You liked his heat, the smell of coffee and birchwood that seemed to always stick to his clothes.
“I can’t argue against that evidence.” Matt’s voice broke you from your little reverie.
“Yup, and you won’t. ‘Cause you’re a smart…ass. Smart. But an ass. You’re stubborn but you know when you’re beaten and you admit it in that know-it-all tone-”
“He doesn’t know when he’s beaten,” you interjected and Foggy’s tirade fell quiet. “Why do you think he’s always arguing with me?”
You looked across the sidewalk, across Matt, and met Foggy’s gaze. His light eyes sparkled with a sudden, new-wave of eagerness. With a jester-like jump, he walked backwards before you and Matt so he could face you. Wide-eyed, you watched him nearly trip up the steps of the library. Passersby took in the scene frightfully before disappearing inside.
“Well, I mean…”
“Are we at library?”
“Can you smell the fear of people Foggy is scaring?”
Matt chuckled, the gravelly sound reverberating in his chest. You felt it in his arm, even as it slipped from yours. He fumbled with cane for a moment before it snapped open with an airy crack like a stiffened snake. A rattle came from the ball tip as Matt rolled it against the pavement tiles. He flicked his head to the left then the right. It was his ‘going somewhere’ dance.
“You’re not studying with us tonight?” You asked, peering into the dark lenses of Matt’s glasses.
“I actually promised to help someone with Spanish tonight.”
“Anyone we know?”
“Nance Tracy?”
“From the writing center?” Foggy gripped the library stair railing for support, the thought of Nance Tracy apparently weakening his knees.
“Turns out she struggles with grammar, just not English grammar.”
“So, I won’t be seeing you back in the room tonight?”
You shot Foggy a furrowed brow glance and he mouthed ‘What?!’ in a manner that made you scowl.
“Why? You having company over later tonight, Foggy?” Matt teased, leaning lightly on the handle of his cane.
“If by company you mean a bag of pizza rolls, then yes.”
“I’ll be sure to be quiet then,” Matt quipped back. “Happy studying.”
Your heart sank slightly at the sight of him walking off on his own. It felt far too reminiscent of last year. Desperate to alleviate the ache that accompanied the sight, you called out.
“Let me know if you want help with your closing statement!”
“Smartass!” Matt called back and your chest swelled with heat, a full, warm hope. A stretch of silence followed his departure, that was until Foggy spoke up.
“He seems better.”
You glanced over at him. “Yeah, but he’s still…”
“Yeah, I know. Elektra really fucked him up.”
“She did,” you agreed before pushing on his shoulder, “and cracking jokes about sleeping around might not be helping.”
Foggy didn’t miss a beat, it was why you always knew he would make an amazing lawyer. “Not helping Matt or not helping you?”
“Did you prep a closing statement?”
“I emailed you a text copy this morning.”
“You did?”
“I did.”
Panicked, your rustled through the papers splayed out on the table in a wild-whirl search for your laptop. With a collection of new paper cuts, you found it and cracked it up. The screen illuminated and, after a few sharp clicks, revealed your inbox. You scrolled but found only spam messages about discounts and deals.
“Subject line?”
“CS: Threat of Department of Damage Control.”
“I’m not seeing it, Matt. All I have is the email Foggy CC’d me in on about how to bill Spiderman. Speaking of, did you ever get paid for that?”
“Hard to bill someone when you don’t know their billing address…or name,” he sighed. “You can check my drafts. Maybe I just didn’t send it.”
You darted to Matt’s side of the desk and leaned over his shoulder. Heat kissed your skin, even through the button-up your wore. The warmth was followed by the familiar scents of Matt. Coffee. Birchwood. Copper, that tang of blood.
Quickly, you looked down at Matt, his shoulder. Through the white of his shirt there was a bloom of crimson. Quickly, you pulled back and rested a hand on the back of Matt’s head.
“What?”
“You’re bleeding,” you murmured, tilting his head to the side. With your free hand, you fiddled at his collar, pulling it away enough for you to look beneath. “Matt.”
“I must’ve forgot to change the bandage before I left.”
You sighed and started towards the office kitchen of Nelson, Murdock, & Page. “Where are the-”
“Upper right cabinet. Second shelf, behind the granola bars.”
Reaching up, you rifled through the snacks and felt your finger find a Tupperware container filled to the brim with medical supplies. The first aid kit. Careful not to knock down Foggy’s array of Cheez-It boxes, you manuevered the container free from the cabinet. When you strode back into Matt’s office, he was already fiddling with the buttons at the collar of his shirt.
You forgot yourself for a moment, forgot that Matt, while blind, could see in other ways. Some part of you still believed in his need for his cane, that emblem of your shared college days. Some part of you still ached for him to see you how you had always seen him; still heard the echo of Foggy’s teasing questions. And that part of you let you linger in the doorway, watching.
The startings of chest hair were just entering your view when the spell broke. “LIke the show?”
“I-”
“I’m kidding,” Matt cooed, “but I am still bleeding.”
Hurriedly, you made your way to Matt’s side. The splotch on his shirt spread with a little trickle tracing down his back. You slowly peeled the material back from his skin. A blood-soaked bandage was slipping off his shoulder and you gently pulled it the rest of the way free.
You quickly tossed it in the little trash bin by Matt’s desk and reached, with your clean hand, for the first aid kit. Careful not to place your bloodied hand down anywhere, you pulled out a towel and pressed it to the wound. Matt hissed softly and you murmured an apology.
“Can you put pressure on it while I get the bandage?”
“Yeah,” Matt replied, and you guided his hand to his shoulder. With a light touch, you pressed on his fingers, denoting where he should press too. “Thank you, for this.”
“It’s no problem. Just hope you weren’t bleeding in front of clients. It’d stain your image.”
“Wow,” Matt chuckled, “if I wasn’t already in pain-”
“Laughter is the best medicine, right?”
“Not when you have broken ribs.” Matt’s tone dipped into the heaviness of a memory you did not share, into a haunted thing. Your own joy fell at the thought.
Instead of trying to save the feeling, you prodded at his hand. He lifted his fingers and you saw the wound once more. You wiped gently at the excess blood before you stuck the fresh bandage on. The crisp white pinkened at the contact, but did not immediately soak through. The bleeding was slowed.
“If it’s like that tomorrow, go to a clinic for stitches,” you said, pulling Matt’s sleeve back up. “I also think this shirt is essentially ruined.”
“I have one Hell of a dry-cleaner,” he quipped back, but the levity was gone. Matt saw it missing without seeing at all. “Are you alright? You’re…quieter.”
You shook your head. “Just, you’re hurt. Broken ribs. It’s nothing Foggy, Karen, and I haven’t said before. I want you to take care of yourself. I’m not saying stop, just help me by helping yourself not bleed out anywhere.”
As you spoke, you packed away the medical supplies and closed the lid on the container. The heat of Matt’s body emanated, pressed against your own in that wonderful way it always had. You nearly jumped when you felt it intensify, when his hand closed gently around your wrist and pulled you to face him.
His glasses were off then, brown eyes exposed and warm, flitting across the general shape of your face. “I’m going to be okay.”
“You’ve said that hundreds of times,” you sighed, “but the bruises get bluer and the worry gets worse. I think about you getting your ass kicked a lot, Matt, too much.”
He smiled, that charming grin. “Ya know, sometimes, I’m the one kicking asses.”
“I do know. I just wish…” you trailed off, pressing your lips in a thin line. The thought that haunted your senior year of college resurfaced in a eviler shape and Matt must have heard your heart pounding.
“What is it?” He squeezed your wrist softly, “tell me.”
“I blame her for this sometimes.”
“Who?”
“Elektra.”
Matt shifted in his seat, the unbuttoned portion of his shirt slipping open slightly. “I was already doing it. I was always going to find my way here, to the Devil.”
“I know, you stubborn smartass. I know it’s unfair, to you and to her. But she hurt you so bad, Matt and then this really picked up.”
“You and Foggy pulled me out of it the first time, just like you did the last time.” He stood then, hands cupping your elbows lightly as if to keep you standing in front of him.
“I was hard seeing you like that, both times.”
“But you saw me anyway,” his hands rested on your upper arms then, “and I’m…I’m sorry I put you through that, that I didn’t tell you everything. I wanted to but I thought you wouldn’t like what you saw.”
“Then you couldn’t see me, and you didn’t.”
There was a paused and Matt took a breath, one that tickled the skin of your neck with how close he was. “And it was a cycle.”
“Operating like a corruptive state.”
It was impossible to look at anything but Matt. He filled your vision and invaded your other sense. There was that heat again, stronger than ever before. It only burned brighter when he smiled again.
“You think we staged a revolution radical enough to break it?”
“Did we?” Your question was a challenge, as your questions to Matt often were.
This was one he did not hesitate to accept.
His hands roamed up and cupped your jaw to pull you in. Plush lips met yours and the skin of your chin was scratched by scruff. Your hands clutched at his ruined shirt and pulled until his heat became yours. There would be time for closing statements later.
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hey! I absolutely love your series lingered affections, I was wondering if you could write something about meating Matt in college; then confessing love for each other. Maybe something dramatic;) Love you work!!<3
I Get Along Without You Very Well
Pairing: College!Matt Murdock x Reader (main focus), College!Matt Murdock x College!Elektra Natchios
Warnings: Very light angst. Reader is lowkey emotionally detached. Matt is lowkey clueless. Time jumps.
Author's Note: I'm very very sorry for the wait! 😭 I hope this would be worth it (?). If not, I really am sorry 🥲
As always, any likes, comments, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! <3
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You slumped in the uncomfortable seat, your hand absent-mindedly tapping on the smooth surface of the desk before you. All you wanted was for the class to begin already so it could end faster, which meant you could go back to your dorm and take a fat nap until your friend woke you up for a $5 greasy pizza slice in Harlem. You would argue with her that $5 was too much for a piece, to which she would reply that it was big enough to make the fattest rat in New York hesitate, to which you would counter going all the way to Harlem for a slice of pizza is ridiculous, to which she would deadpan "you're just lazy" which would be true to some extends. You couldn't bother going out on a Friday night after a brutal first week at Columbia. Who knew studying law would be this hard?
You were lost in the fast-forwarding of your night until someone cleared their throat somewhere behind you.
"I'm sorry, is this History and Philosophy of Law class?"
You lifted your gaze towards the giant blackboard at the end of the room, decorated with equally large and flowery letters that said: "Welcome to History and Philosophy of Law!" As if those little rays of sunshine drawn around the course's name magically made the class more interesting, you thought.
"... yeah. It's pretty obvious, don't you think?"
You turned in your seat, craning your head up to the source of the voice. The rest of your sentence died down to a whisper like water escaping through the drain in a quiet whoosh. You took in the rectangle glass and the more obvious indication of why he could not see the board, a white cane with a red accent at the end.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand. What is obvious?"
You diverted your lingering gaze away from the adorable side part of his hair and the innocent smile accompanying his clueless expression. You shook your head before letting out a sigh, resuming your position as before. Just a little straighter.
"Never mind. I was being stupid."
You went back to examining the blackboard when he spoke up again.
"Can I sit here with you?"
He pointed to the seat beside you. You shrugged nonchalantly.
"Yeah, go ahead. Feel free to practice your constitutional right."
That earned a lighthearted chuckle from him, and you found yourself … not disliking the sound. He felt around for the desk next to yours, and you sneaked a glance at him every so often. After settling in, he turned to you, extending a hand with a friendly smile.
"My name is Matt Murdock."
You let out a soft hum in response, making no move to shake his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Matthew."
His lips flattened in a way you knew was a mix of amusement and faux displeasure.
"It's Matt. What's your name?"
You exhaled softly through your nose, mildly vexed at this stranger's attempt at making small talk with you, or worse, getting to know you. The thought made you shudder. You offered him an evasive answer instead.
"None of your business."
"Nice to meet you, None-of-your-business."
You snorted, too loud for the echo of the classroom, which drew some stares toward the pair of you. You didn't expect him to sass you back, especially in such a prompt manner. You bit back a laugh as the professor asked for everyone's attention and introduced herself. You glanced at him again to see a dopey smile on his face mirroring your own, making him look even more adorable than the side part of his hair. Your heart did a stupid, fluttering thing then.
After that day, Matt became an unexpected addition to your life. You sat together for every class you shared, and to which the two of you found out later that it was all of them, even the Spanish course. He introduced you to his roommate Foggy, widening your friend circle even though you had no desire to do so. Matt gradually coaxed you out of your shell, and before you knew it, you were hanging out with the duo every week with an occasional drop-in from your friend. You spent many late nights with Matt, with early cups of coffee and catching up meals in between. You took care of each other, which was something that came naturally. At first, you thought it was purely transactional. You did it because you didn't want to owe him a favour. But you slowly came to a realization that Matt did it for anyone he cared about. This tangible string between you became an iron thread, blurring the border between platonic admiration and all-consuming infatuation. You harboured a crush, and it was a little too late when your stubborn self came to accept that.
Elektra's appearance in Matt's life was like the last nail to your coffin of unrequited feelings. She was a mysterious force, pulling Matt with her. Study sessions were mostly you and Foggy cooping up in the library, and you rarely saw Matt these days. You told Foggy something you never told anyone in one of those hangouts when it was only the two of you. Little did you know, it only tangled the delicate web of sorrow that cast over your fate and Matt's.
It would appear that all it took was lots of alcohol and a convincing argument from Foggy at an end-of-semester celebration for you to drunkenly walked down the hall to Matt's dorm at two in the morning. They haven't made it official, Foggy said with so much conviction. Before going in, he gave you two thumbs up with a grin so bright it made his eyes squint shut. With your cheerleader just outside the door, you gathered courage, walking to his door with little stumbling, as you so proudly recalled. You composed a speech in your head, practicing with a barely-there whisper in the quiet hall. Most students had gone home for Christmas, with some exceptions.
Before his door, you took a deep breath, knocking with less assurance than you would have liked. He couldn't tell how nervous you were by the way you knocked, could he? All of your wandering thoughts evaporated as Matt opened the door, a flustered look on his face. He didn't have his glasses on, and it allowed you to look at his unsighted eyes. They were focused on a point on your shoulder; the usual vivid hazel was darkened in the dimly lit hallway. The light was off in his room, making you feel even more guilty about disturbing his peace.
His voice called out to you with husky touch to his undertone. Was it sleep? Was it something else?
"What are you doing here? It's very late. Are you okay?"
You adored the way his confusion turned into concern for you in the same breath.
"Oh! Uhm, yes, I'm fine, as fine as I can be. In my tip-top conditions."
You laughed nervously, internally cringing at your rambling. But you couldn't help yourself.
"I'm sorry if I woke you up. I know that it's late–"
"–that's okay. I was just–"
"–but I just want to tell you something."
You spoke simultaneously; words bounced off each other, woven in a jumble of sound with the message lost in between. You chuckled nervously, and Matt followed.
"Of course. What do you want to tell me?"
You took a deep breath, willing your voice to stay steady.
"I–"
"Matthew, who is it?"
Elektra's unmistakable silky voice rang out from the inside, making the confession die on the tip of your tongue. You forced yourself to swallow it down, burying the words of love with the haste of your shovel with each painful thud in your heart. The thumps in your chest felt like they rattled your ribcage, turning everything else into a soft blur. You blinked back the tears that welled along the rims of your eyes. Like a glass full, you were afraid you would spill and break in front of him. The least you could do was allow yourself the dignity from a faux composure.
"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"
Matt turned his sightless yet curious gaze to you, imploring you to continue. You shaped your lips into a forced smile, hoping it could mask your devastation.
"I just want to wish you a good night. And that I'll see you in class."
He stayed silent; the slight waver in your voice didn't convince him. You knew that because you knew him,
"Are you okay?"
The tenderness of his voice and the way he gently called your name caressed your fragile mind.
"Yeah, yes, I'm fine. I should get out of your hair."
Matt held his hands up, motioning you to wait for him. He went to take his coat off the hook on the wall, speaking out to you.
"I'll take you back to your dorm. You shouldn't be out by yourself this … late."
By the time he got to the door, you were already walking down the hall with the phantom of Matt's voice calling out your name close behind.
The Christmas break provided you with a much-needed space so you could coddle your broken heart. You kept in touch with Foggy, and responded to occasional messages with Matt. You tried to keep the contact with him at a minimum, enough not to arouse any suspicion. The break also gave you enough time to develop a foolproof plan to avoid Matt as much as you could. The second semester went on almost seamlessly with your diligent effort to commit to your plan. You came to class just before the lecture started, choosing a seat far away from Matt, and leaving before he could catch up with you. You found excuses not to hang out, study, or do anything in close quarters with them. While Foggy understood why, Matt didn't. Distancing yourself was the only way you knew how to soothe the ache in your chest every time you were struck with the thought of Matt. You knew your feelings would never be reciprocated. You lost your chance.
However, Foggy remained hopeful.
"I know Matt, and I know that he likes you. A lot."
"If he liked me that much, he wouldn't be with Elektra."
You said with resignation. Foggy stayed quiet, musing in the weight of your admission.
"I'm sorry."
You shrugged nonchalantly as if your action reflected how you truly felt.
"It is what it is. It was my fault for catching feelings."
You reached over the table, patting Foggy's hand.
"I'll be okay. I will get over it."
You never quite did, especially when Matt unexpectedly ambushed you on the way to your dorm.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
And when you kept your lips shut, refusing to provide him with an honest answer, Matt said with a broken edge to his voice.
"I miss my friend."
With a biting bitterness on your tongue, you spoke softly as if that could lessen the blow.
"I wish I could say the same."
More time passed as the last encounter drew a line between you and Matt. A part of you felt relief since you didn't have to find an excuse not to hang out anymore. Still, the other part of you felt guilty for what happened. You could have kept it together and still got to have him in your life. But, from deep down, you knew that you would rather have all of Matt than just bits and pieces you knew couldn't satisfy the bottomless greed when it came to him.
You carried on with your life without him, feeling the emptiness of the space that belonged to him. You finished the first semester better than you anticipated, waltzing into summer with a lightness to your steps. You took a part-time job at a coffee shop, enjoying what the New York summer had to offer. You went to the bookstores, museums, parks and vintage shops. You spent the summer in a comfortable solitude, and you found yourself enjoying it. You found yourself thinking about Matt all the time; not once did his voice fade in your head as you thought it should.
The second year kicked off, and like the last time, you still avoided Matt. It went on until you went back to your dorm after a long day of classes, only to find a sock on the doorknob. You went to the library after getting a measly cold sandwich from a bodega close by with a water bottle before heading to the library. You walked up the stairs, taking turns to the usual spot you took, finding Matt already sitting there, his hand splayed on the open book. You let out a small "oh shit" before walking backwards straight into the bookshelf, letting out a pained whimper at the sudden impact. Matt's head snapped up with a curious look. He called out your name, and you cursed yourself for not running fast enough.
"Sorry, I'll leave now."
Matt stood up almost immediately; the chair scraped back harshly on the marble floor.
"No! Please, stay here."
You exhaled nervously, slowly backing up with every word you said.
"That's alright. I don't think it's a good–"
"Please?"
You yielded at his pleading tone. You cursed yourself for giving in so easily as you sat down, pulling out your textbook.
"Just like the good old days, hm?"
Matt said with a bashful air in his tone and face. That drew a soft smile to your face, and you hummed softly in agreement. You cleared your throat after a few moments of silence.
"How's– Foggy?"
You had intended to ask about Elektra, but you were too much of a coward. Matt had a quizzical look on his face.
"He's fine. I thought you guys keep in touch? That's what he told me."
"Busted."
A brief silence fell over you. It didn't stay that way for longer than a minute as you went for it.
"How is … Elektra?"
You lifted your head from the textbook as Matt didn't answer your question. A hint of hurt embedded itself onto the furrow of his brows, in the slight tilt of his frown. He must know that you were looking as he cleared his throat.
"We broke up a while ago."
You went still at the news. Matt looked like a kicked puppy at this moment, and all you wanted was to pull him in for a hug.
"I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It just wasn't meant to be, you know? I thought she was the one, but she ... proved me wrong."
"I'm sorry. Breakups are never easy."
You ended up talking for the whole night, catching up with what you had missed in the other's life. Around 1 AM, you walked to a diner that opened late, ordering yourself some hot chocolate and food to share. When the conversation winded down, you didn't think twice when you reached across the table, placing your hand on top of his.
"I missed you."
Your heart did a stupid, fluttering thing again when Matt turned his palm up, threading his fingers with yours.
"I missed you, too."
Things started to be the way it was again. Yet, there was something different. You got meaningful, somewhat suggestive looks from Foggy, the way Matt seemed to get flustered around you more and more. You blamed it on the awkwardness when you rekindled your friendship. It could take a while for you to be comfortable around each other again. You could deal with that.
On a cloudy night that turned into the pouring rain, you walked Matt back to his dorm after spending some time at the library. You were soaking wet when you reached the building, and the rain only poured down harder. Matt invited you in for shelter. You shivered at the welcoming warmth of the room, taking in the layout. Foggy's side was a little messy, with no sign of him anywhere. Matt promptly informed you that Foggy was out with Marci, and he wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning. Matt gave you a towel, letting you dry off while he rummaged through his drawer to find a change of clothes for the both of you. On the opposite side of the bed, with your backs turned to each other, you put on his sweatshirt, pulling on the sweatpants that were a little too big on you. You subtly took in a deep breath, smiling at the faint smell of his laundry detergent in the soft material.
Matt sat on the floor by his bed, and after putting on his clothes, you joined him. You fidgetted with the long sleeves; your thigh almost touched his. You could feel the heat his body radiated at this distance, pulling you towards him. But you stayed put.
After a while, Matt whispered into the space between you.
"What happened to us?"
You knew what he was talking about. It was something you thought would come eventually, and you hoped, when it did, you would be prepared for it.
Still, you thought this was something you could never prepare for. It wasn't a test. It was a gentle demand of the truth, and it wasn't easy even at that.
"I just felt like there wasn't any place for me in your life anymore. So I thought it was better to take myself out of the picture."
You picked at a fraction of the truth, for it was the easier part. Matt felt for your hand, clasping it between the warmth of his hands.
"You will always have a place in my life. You will always have my time."
You shook your head.
"No, that will not always be the case, and it's okay. There will be a time when I'm just somebody you knew."
You said matter-of-factly. The grasp of Matt's hands on yours tightened as the desperation in his voice convinced you to think otherwise.
"No, don't say that. You're breaking my heart."
You reached out with your hand, smoothing a few strands of his hair away from his forehead. When you pulled back, your fingers were damp with moisture.
"All broken hearts mend at some point, Matt. They don't stay broken forever. I know that all too well."
"What do you mean? Did something happen?"
You sighed deeply, finally feeling the courage you permitted yourself to let go of what you wanted to say to him that night.
"I loved you, Matt, in a way I knew I shouldn't. Then, Elektra came, and I knew I had lost my chance. I tried to get over you, I ... I tried to cope with my broken heart by staying away."
Matt's hand came up to rest on your jawline, angling your face so you could look at him. His voice was a husky, barely-there whisper, spoke with such raw tenderness that made your heart ache.
"Tell me that I'm not too late. Tell me that you still … love me."
You didn't dare to breathe; the air locked in your chest as you searched for the meaning behind his words.
"What are you saying?"
Matt licked his lips, releasing a slow and nervous sigh.
"I have loved you for so long. It's always been you. I was stupid not to realize that out of fear of losing you if you didn't feel the same. So I accepted that I could never have a chance with you."
Emotions rushed through you, making your head spin. You couldn't quite believe what he was saying. You wanted to cry tears of frustration and let your body sag to the floor with your head on Matt's thighs. Pure exhaustion from secrets, lost time, and misunderstanding caught up to you, rendering you silent. But, underneath it all was this blossoming happiness, growing at a dangerous pace. It spread through your body like wildfire, and you didn't want to put it out. You wanted to bask in the heat, in the feeling of being loved by someone you adored.
Matt brought your hand to his lips, pressing a tender and tentative kiss to your knuckles, soliciting the most important thing –
"Please, tell me, am I too late?"
– the key to his heart ever since the day you met. You closed the distance, whispering in between.
"No, you are not."
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This is the first time I've ever posted something hear but I do kinda need help I'm currently writing a Daredevil fanFic and I need help for a Faceclaim of my character I give you infos about her down below 🥰
- she is Matt and Elektras Daughter
- she is in her teens (so preferably a actress that fits that age)
- has dark hair eye colour doesn't matter
-would be amazing if she looks similar to at least one of her parents maybe even her Grandpa
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DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER - MATT MURDOCK
three - thank me later
tags: @ironprincessstranger @johnmurphys-sass @dusstory @americaarse // two // four // masterlist
Pairing: Daredevil x Exodus (Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Reader)
Word Count: 7,612
Summary: Working with the Punisher was supposed to be simple. But Daredevil finds a way into the mix yet again and one long night brings some unexpected yet very welcome advice and insight into a new friend, along with an implosion of what was left standing.
Walking to work came easier and easier as the days went on but that didn’t mean the initial questions weren’t difficult.
“What did you do?” Foggy sighed when you hobbled in the next morning.
“It’s nothing.” You mumbled and made your way pathetically to Matt’s office.
“Y/N.” He said firmly and caught your arm.
“I was at the gym last night and I bailed a rep badly. The plate hit my hip.”
You were able to utilize your random, targeted healing ability that you were still trying to piece together to clear your face of the bumps and bruises before you headed in that day. But there was a faint purple tint to the skin at the inner corners of your eyes that you couldn’t explain. When Foggy asked - And your face? You run into the bar, too? - you had simply waved him off and changed the subject but that didn’t stop him from bringing a frozen water bottle for you later that day.
Only a busted lip remained now, and you were able to cover it with some skillful makeup work, but you couldn’t hide from Foggy’s concerned eyes everywhere you went around the office. You were wandering the familiar path to work and found a group of men carrying a dog out of a building in a hurry.
You slowed your stride to watch carefully before being grabbed and pulled behind a truck, which forced you to watch the scene through the windshield. One of the men hesitated, staring in your direction for a moment. Your hand slid into your purse and wrapped around the switchblade, thumb resting on the firing button. But he fell in with the rest of the gang and sped away. You then focused on your assailant, finding none other than Frank staring back at you.
“Friends of yours?” You nodded your head towards the speeding cars and crossed your arms over your chest.
“Not quite.” He sighed and stared at the cars for a second. “Took my dog..”
“The little Pit? Cute… You hear ‘bout the funeral for Grotto today?”
He snorted and looked back to you. “You’re gonna go?”
“No… I’m the one that shot him, wouldn’t be right.” You shook your head. “I doubt many people will be there other than my office but..”
“You still feel out of place.” He nodded. “You wanna help? Get the dog back. Find out what those pieces of shit want.”
“Sure but it’s probably a revenge thing. I’m guessing they went straight to your apartment for something, couldn’t find it, so they took the dog instead to send a message. Classic but sloppy.” You pulled a pen from your purse and scribbled across the back of his hand. The number to your burner. “Call when you’re ready.”
You headed in to the office and you were the first to get there. You saw a folder on Karen’s desk labeled ‘PUNISHER’ and it caught your attention. You dropped your purse on a chair and flipped through the folder, finding numerous crime scene photos of Frank’s kills. But one piece, a cranial x-ray, caught your attention.
“Hey.” Karen breathed when she came in.
You spun and smiled before turning back to the papers.
“How was the service?” You asked, though you didn’t really care.
“You know Father Lantom.” Matt answered. “How come you didn’t come?”
“Hmm?” You hummed, still focused on the x-ray. “Oh, I overslept. Phone died overnight cause I didn’t put it on the charger. I’m sorry… Karen, what’s all this?”
“It’s everything the DA’s office is putting together against the Punisher. Most of it’s about the victims but this was in the middle of it. Tower gave it to me..”
“Wonder why…”
“Maybe he shot himself.” Foggy shrugged as he peered over your shoulder.
“No, he’d be dead.” You shook your head. “Something this close, no one would survive.” You thought of Daredevil. “Unless there was some sort of helmet or armor. See how deep the bullet penetrated?”
Your finger ghosted the small bright spot that was the bullet in his head. “He shouldn’t be walking around at all… This kind of a shot isn��t an accident.”
“Do I wanna know how you would know that?” Foggy asked with a sigh.
“Crime documentaries?” You tried with a small, innocent smile that earned a chuckle from your friend.
“I know this is gonna sound crazy but what if… What if Reyes is trying to cover something up?” Karen continued.
“You think there’s something worse than a murderous psychopath?” Foggy asked with wide eyes.
“You had the same hesitancy towards Daredevil and Exodus, Fog. He turned out to not be that bad, right?” You said, dropping the x-ray to the desk and slowly pacing the width of the office. “And what about what happened with the Grotto deal? Didn’t you say she used him as bait?”
“You weren’t there?” Matt asked suddenly.
“No, my neighbor was harassing me about her missing cat and got the landlord involved. It was a big thing.” You waved your hand dismissively. “But Reyes didn’t get to DA without crossing some red tape. What if…”
“What if the best chance to protect Nelson and Murdock is to find him?” Karen asked, looking at you.
You opened your mouth to say something but Foggy cut in. It likely would’ve been a good thing, given that you hadn’t really thought of an answer to give in regards to finding Frank, especially considering how easy it would be for you to do.
“Best chance at career suicide maybe.” Foggy argued, leaving for his office to answer a call. “Or actually getting shot.”
“Is it insane?” Karen asked you, to which you nodded slightly.
“It’s dangerous.” You answered.
“Maybe he is a lunatic.”
“Maybe not.” You shrugged as Matt asked “But you care anyway?”
“I think it’s more curiosity.” She answered as she moved to sit beside him. “Between these files and Reyes’ obsession and the fact that people are generally complicated-“ She glanced up at you and you tilted your head in agreement. “ - I feel like there’s gotta be more to the story. Right? Y/N?”
“Hmm?” Your brows raised and you stilled.
“What do you think about him? The Punisher…”
“I think…” You began carefully, formulating a sufficient response. Any number of things you said could trigger any sort of response from Matt, which would raise Matt’s suspicions higher. “I think that morally, he’s no different than Exodus. They both kill people who have done shitty things.”
Matt opened his mouth to counter but thought better of it. Your brows furrowed but your response continued.
“Their methods are different by far, and the Punisher earned that title by making scenes with his victims. I mean, c’mon. You saw about the men on meat hooks… But at the end of the day, I’m not sure they’re not all that different. They kinda just show that there’s consequences to your actions, even here in the Kitchen.”
“So you don’t think he’s a lunatic?” Matt countered. He tried to maintain his composure but there was a hint of disbelief, of irritation in his words. “Cause I know you don’t think she is.”
“Maybe I’m just not the one to comment on it.” You resigned. “On any of the vigilantes, really.”
“Matt?” Foggy called, saving you from that conversation.
“You know him, don’t you? You’ve met him?” Karen insisted quietly once Matt was out of the room.
“Like you said, it’s complicated.” You sighed. “But that bullet in his head, he shot Daredevil the same way. Could’ve killed him but he had a helmet… What do you think you can dig up on that?”
“What do you need me to find?”
“If there’s a DNR and who signed it. Anyone else working that saw anything. Statements of nurses and staff.”
“Okay.” She nodded and gathered the files. “What are you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna try and ask him.” You nodded.
You two hurried out of the office before Matt could come back to the room. You returned to your apartment and pulled your suit. You began patching the hole while you charged the rest of your devices. The patch job wasn’t perfect and you figured you’d need to pull out a new suit entirely by the time your Punisher endeavor was over if it kept losing integrity like that, but that was an issue for another time.
Your implant pinged and you tapped it while heading to your kitchen for a snack. You read Karen’s message that she was following a lead but could find something promising. You texted back and told her to be careful and let you know if she needed anything.
“Mhmm?” You answered.
“Carousel in Central Park.” He said simply before ending the call.
You grabbed your apple and went back to change. You were quick to head out and find him. He was sitting on a bench while the carousel was spinning but there were other men, purposefully alone. You climbed to the top of the carousel and waited, Frank nodding at you to stay where our were. You peered over the edge and watched as one of the men started a fight with him.
When four more came up, you pulled your gun. You fired at two while Frank handled the other two. But when Frank began to wobble on his feet, you nearly climbed down to help but the slightest wave of his hand told you to stay put. Instead, six more men approached before you could move so you ducked into the shadows and watched. Watched Frank get shot with a taser and be hauled away.
“Черт!” You groaned once the men were out of earshot. (Fuck!)
You dropped down and slowly crept the area below, hearing the distant sirens. You turned to see how
much time you had, but you couldn’t see any of the flashing lights yet. But your attention caught on a shadowy blob, groaning and crawling along the ground.
One of them was still alive.
You hurried over and came face to face with Daredevil. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the man, slamming him against one of the horses. You knocked the gun from his hand and kicked it away before digging your knee into his chest.
“Who did this?” Daredevil asked him.
“Can you wait your turn?” You spat over your shoulder.
“Where did they take him?”
“What do you care?”
You pressed your knee farther, inching it closer to the base of his throat and he groaned while clawing at your leg.
“Where is he?” You insisted.
Daredevil pulled on your shoulder and yanked you away. You glared at him as he took your place and began interrogating him. You scoffed as he bent the man’s wrist back to an unnatural angle, though it got the location you needed. You ran before Daredevil did but he caught you just across the street from where you were headed.
“Why do you care so much?” He asked, grabbing your arm so you couldn’t go. Turning to glare at him, you noticed a green haze around him. “About Frank.”
Was he jealous?
“Same reason you don’t.” You yanked your arm away and egged him on, wondering if you could squeeze a confession from him.
But what would it change? Would it bring you to some
sudden realization that you did want to be on his side? That you really could - and maybe should - stop killing? Being around Daredevil made things complicated in your heart for more reasons than one.
As much as you couldn’t stand him, you did like him… At least a little bit.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to, Red. It’s wri-“
“Red?” He scoffed and your brow quirked while the green seemed to pulse around him. “Since when do you call me that, Princess?”
“It’s written all in your body language.” You ignored him. “And your emotions. You hate what he does and how he does it. You hate that he’s doing what you never could and you hate that I’m on his side.”
“I do, okay?” He nodded. “I hate that he’s gotten to you.”
Despite the hesitations he gave you, you had to stay firm in your stance. You couldn’t let Daredevil get to you, not now.
“Stop. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know you want to do better, Ex. I know you.”
“You don’t… You never did. Besides, I don’t owe you shit after you betrayed me with Fisk. I’m not gonna let you do that again.”
“Ex.” He reached for your arms. “I’d never betray you.”
“You already did.” You pushed his hands away and you felt his hurt at the action, making you nearly regret it. “I don’t want to fight you, Re- Daredevil. Not tonight. Right now, the Irish have Frank in that building and they’re gonna kill him.”
“Why do you care?” He urged and you groaned in frustration.
“He would do it if it were you!” You snapped, pushing him by his chest. “If I asked him to help me get you out, he would. He’d complain and talk shit because he’s an asshole, but he would.”
“How do you know?” He scoffed.
“Because it’s me.” You huffed, trying a new card. “Because it’s me asking you to help…”
“If I help you…” He said gently as he took his gloves off.
He closed the distance between you and put his hands on either side of your face. You felt the skin of your cheeks grow hot and you silently cursed yourself. You knew you should’ve backed away, smacked his hands and scolded him for crossing boundaries again. But instead, you smiled softly as the green haze faded to a soft pink, admiration.
Damn him.
“No killing anyone.” He finished in the same low tone, leaning down so his forehead rested against yours.
You could tell he was holding back, testing how far you’d let him go. Part of you wanted to close the distance yourself, to feel his warm lips against yours again and forget all of the tension between you two. You wanted to give in to his touch and hold him close, to embrace a moment where you could share something other than an argument.
“Just like old times?” You chuckled and he smiled. “You and me against the world, eh?”
“Just you and me.” He nearly whispered and something in your chest seemed to crack.
“C’mon.” You nodded and stepped back, feeling his fingers linger on your cheeks as you put distance. “We should get in there.”
“Exodus.” He tried.
“I can’t.” You shook your head and began backing towards the building you two had to get into. “I just- I can’t. I won’t.”
You turned and ran into the shadows, creeping through the building until you were close enough to survey the guards. You could see three but felt the emotions of six. Daredevil was quick to come up behind you, knocking his baton against the metal doorframes. As the men came over to inspect the sound, you and Daredevil landed combos that seemed rehearsed a hundred times over.
You two moved flawlessly with one another, ducking and sidestepping the other as if you’d trained together your whole lives. It was almost as though you two could anticipate each other’s next moves. It made you feel something nostalgic, something familiar you longed for.
“Is that a dog?” Daredevil muttered as you followed him down the hall.
Took my dog.
The little Pit? Cute.
“Go.” You urged and pushed him slightly, though he was clearly confused. “Go to the dog, you idiot!”
Again, you two were met with Irish. Daredevil utilized his batons while you made good use of your Bites, only allowing a blue glow to shine for his sake. You very well knew you couldn’t continue to play both sides. You had to pick, one way or the other. Fight and jail them like Daredevil, or fight and kill them like Frank. There was no real time to think and pick who you would side with. You and Red were on the last two guards who were shooting at Frank.
Daredevil handled the guards while you slipped in the room and found Frank ducking away and covered in blood.
“Jesus Christ.” You muttered and dropped in front of him. “The hell did they do?”
“I’m fine.” He grumbled as Daredevil came up behind you.
You stood and helped get Frank to his feet. He pushed you off and tried to stand tall, and you suspected it wasn’t for you. Rather than make a comment, you scoffed and moved to the other side of the room.
“Thank me later, then.” You mumbled with an eye roll.
You tapped your mask and saw the outlines of three more guards. You pressed yourself to the side of the door and whistled for Daredevil to take the other side. Old habit, you figured. Or maybe you knew he was in better fighting shape than Frank. Once the last guard stepped through the doorway, you moved in.
You wrapped an arm around his throat from behind and pulled, turning yourself so you could face the door frame. You jammed a foot against it and kicked off, throwing both of you into a backwards tumble. You kept rolling until he was flat on his face with you on his back. You dropped an elbow to the back on his head before turning to see Daredevil throw his baton at Frank’s hand.
“No killing.” Daredevil said simply.
“Altar boy.” Frank scoffed.
“Enough already.” You groaned and helped Frank to his feet again. “Can we just get out of here before you two start taking jabs at each other?”
“Whatever you say, Princess.” Frank nodded.
Daredevil’s jealousy spiked again and you nearly laughed. You left Frank with Daredevil as you went ahead, clearing a way out of the building. Occasionally, a baton ricocheted off the wall ahead of you as help so you caught it, using it smoothly. You liked the feel of it in your hands, balanced and easy to swing.
You found Frank’s dog on your way out. He was chained hastily to a lamp post so you yanked with all your weight until the cheap lock snapped. The dog jumped excitedly and did small laps around you three as you were walking. He only took off when you removed his collar and patted his side, giving him a gentle push towards the city.
You knew a dog as cute and gentle as he was would get taken in by the first family that came across him, so you weren’t worried.
Once you were out, your trio headed through the nearby cemetery. You slid Daredevil’s baton back into its holster just before the two men collapsed near a headstone. You took a few more steps and sat in the grass not too far from the conversation.
“I guess I was wrong.” Frank said.
“About?” Daredevil asked, not looking at your partner.
“About you being a pussy.”
“Don’t get all sweet on me now, Frank.” Daredevil teased.
You laughed slightly. “I’m surprised you guys can actually get along.” You joked.
“Yeah, it’s just for your sake, Princess.” Frank waved a hand dismissively.
“Aw. All that just for little old me?” You grinned.
“You two should go.” Frank said.
“And leave you here?” You scoffed. “Not a chance.”
He smiled at you weakly and shook his head.
“You’re a stubborn son of a bitch.” Frank chuckled.
“You get used to it.” Daredevil shrugged and you leaned forward to smack his arm. He chuckled and reached over to pat your leg. “That rhyme… What’s it mean?”
“What rhyme?” You tilted your head.
“The thing he says, right before he pulls the trigger.”
“You heard that?” Frank asked. “What the…”
“He kinda hears everything.” You explained.
“Sometimes I think you might really be the Devil.” Frank shook his head.
“Sometimes I think I might be, too.” Daredevil nodded.
While Frank explained the rhyme, you shifted yourself forward. You thought it was strange to hear your former partner say that he didn’t always feel like the good guy, given the morality he always flaunted. You sat beside Daredevil and took his hand, peeling his glove away. You knew he felt what you were doing judging by the open feeling of his heart. You held his hand in yours and leaned your head on his shoulder.
Maybe it didn’t mean a lot. Maybe it was more to comfort yourself, to know you hadn’t lost Daredevil despite your cold treatment of him lately. Or maybe it meant everything to him, to know you still cared and still believed he was good. Maybe he needed it just as much as you did.
The pain caught your attention. Looking over to Frank, you saw the pain rolling off of him in waves. Pain, regret, grief. All of it was blurring together into a thick, dark blue nearly black fog that was stemming from his heart. You had never seen much emotion out of Frank, other than irritation or light amusement. It felt wrong, almost, to see such vulnerability from a man you only knew to be tough. It seemed almost impossible.
But family can do that to a person. Losing the people you hold dearest can break anyone. It was the type of pain that you couldn’t take away because it never stopped. It would always ache and gnaw at you, creep into your thoughts and loom in the corner of every room.
“…I’d be holding her lifeless body in my arms.” Frank said sadly, painfully. “I think I’m done, Red…”
“I’m sorry.” You said honestly. It wouldn’t take his pain away, you knew that. But sympathy - empathy - could still mean something if it came from the right person, if it was honest. Especially someone who can make it tangible.
“You’ve been through shit too, haven’t you?” Frank turned to you as you heard the police sirens.
“I got it.” Daredevil said before leaving you and Frank to your conversation.
“Yeah, I have.” You nodded. “But nothing like that. Everything makes sense, why you did everything…”
“And you?” He asked carefully. “Why do you do it?”
“I was abandoned by the only friend I had in the Red Room. She left me for dead and I snapped. I killed my way out, escaped that place covered in blood, but he came after me… He sent Widow after Widow and I killed girls that I grew up with. Girls that we were taught to fight beside but we all learned to see each other as disposable… I never could though. And I never had anyone who understood what that was like so I kept moving, kept having to be what he made me. Then I found him but…” You glanced over your shoulder and saw Daredevil talking to one of the officers. “He doesn’t get it either.”
“I don’t know what happened in the Red Room. Hell, I don’t need to.. What I do know, about you, is that you’re always gonna be stronger than the son of a bitch that runs that place. Okay? I don’t care what you’ve had to do to get away, alright? You got a good heart. And no one can take that away from you. Not unless you let ‘em.”
You smiled slightly, tears collecting at the bottoms of your eyes.
“You’re probably the first person who actually gets all of it.” You said softly.
“Listen, if you let everyone else tell you who you are, you’ll never know for real. Trust yourself. You’re a smart girl.”
“You’re a good guy, Frank.”
“And you should keep Red around.” He nodded and you glanced back towards Daredevil before returning your focus to Frank. “He’s a pain in the ass but I think you two need each other.”
“Listen, you sure you wanna do this?” You asked honestly. “I mean, I’ve punched a cop before. And I wouldn’t mind having you around a little longer…”
He chuckled. “Nah, don’t worry about me. Take care of yourself, Ex.”
“It’s Ex, now?” You chuckled and stood up. “See you around, Frank… I’m glad we met, yknow.”
“Yeah, me too.”
You moved over to Daredevil, ignoring the calls of the officer that was headed to Frank. You stood in front of a kneeling Daredevil and almost made a stupid comment. Instead, you put a hand on his shoulder and faced the officer. Even in the dim light you realized it was Brett. You almost smiled.
“Take the credit for this..” You told him and his head snapped up. “C’mon, Sergeant. You caught him, not us.”
“Why would I do that?” He asked carefully, though the movement of his hands slowed to a stop.
“People have to know the system works.” Daredevil added.
“People need a real uniform to believe in, not two idiots in masks.” You gestured to you and Daredevil, using it as a cover to wave away his hesitation. “Not my justice or theirs, but real justice. They can’t take inspiration from our actions anymore.”
“I don’t know what y’all are, but I know you’re not him.” Brett said as he pushed Daredevil away. “Get out of here.”
He took your arm and pulled you away, though you turned for one last look at Frank. It felt wrong to leave him like that but something told you it was for the better. There was no worry or any emotion really from Frank. Just acceptance. Not quite at peace, but not at war anymore either.
You and Daredevil left the cemetery once you saw the ambulance coming. You two landed on a rooftop to a building that you didn’t care to look at, standing in silence for a few minutes. You slumped to the ground and leaned against the ledge with a huff, pulling your knees up to your chest.
“Did you believe that?” He finally asked.
“Believe what?” You replied hoarsely. You cleared your throat and looked up at him. “Believe what?”
“What you said about justice and uniforms.”
“Yeah, maybe. There’s been a lot of copycats, yknow.” You shrugged. “I don’t know… Nothing really makes sense anymore and I- I guess I’m trying to figure out what I actually believe in. It just feels like I’m trying to be two different people, one around you and Frank but another around my friends… It’s exhausting.”
He came over carefully, kneeling in front of you. You pushed your hands over your hair and let them hang at the back of your neck.
“Y’know, I thought my life was bad.” You chuckled bleakly. “Constantly running, leaving people behind, killing whoever came after me just so I could live another day, lying to people I cared about… My training and upbringing and the stuff I couldn’t consent to. All of that so they didn’t die.”
“Hey.” He said gently, putting his hands on your knees. “A friend of mine once asked if I believed in second chances, changes of heart… I didn’t answer her then but yeah, I do. You know who you are, Ex. You’re a good person.”
“I wish I could believe that.”
Your eyes darted between his own red covered ones and you sighed. You wished you could see his whole expression, to see what kind of eyes he was looking at you with. Were his eyes blue? Maybe hazel?
You remembered when you asked Matt that question at Josie’s. He hadn’t answered you then either, but you knew he did. You didn’t care then that he hadn’t answered but now, sitting across from Daredevil, you wished he would’ve said something.
“Did you only know Y/N already because you know Franklin Nelson?” You asked quietly.
“What?”
“Y/N… She means something to you. You get this little spike when I talk about her.” You smiled slightly as you felt it again. “Who is she to you?”
“She’s… I don’t even know how to describe her.” He sighed. “She means a lot to me, outside of this.”
Your brows furrowed slightly as you understood that you did know Daredevil outside the suit. But it didn’t make sense to you who he could be. You’ve met a lot of people in passing that you didn’t stay around long. It could’ve been so many people, but who would’ve cared about you and the Kitchen so much that they’d be a local masked vigilante?
“But she doesn’t know…”
“No… No, I don’t want to worry her.”
“But she believes in you.”
“Yeah but she..” He shook his head, as if deciding against what he was going to say. Whatever it was, it made him sad if only for a moment. “She believes in you, too.”
“Is that the only reason you won’t give up on me?” You realized, your eyes unintentionally starting to water. You didn’t even care to control it, to shut it out. “For her?”
His silence was all the answer you needed. Your heart dropped into your stomach. You stumbled to your feet and felt an unprecedented dizziness. Everything felt like it was falling apart, crumbling away and slipping through your fingers. He moved to support you but you pushed him away.
You felt your anger seething, burning through your bones and down to your fingertips. You turned away and grabbed the ledge, gripping the metal corner bend aggressively, the chrome now smoking and going soft. The anger drew tears, fogging your mask. You closed your eyes tightly, feeling everything swell like a pressure in your head.
“Exodus?” He tried, putting a hand on your shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“You lied to me!” You screamed as you turned on him, pushing him away and allowing your anger to throw a blast of heat towards him that knocked him to the ground. “You never saw anything good in me!”
“What are you talking about?” He asked carefully, wiping a hand across his face as he sat up on his elbows. “Of course I do!”
“Liar!” You screamed again, shaking your head. Using your forearm, you pushed your mask up enough to clear your vision. You swiped your arm down, creating a line of red smoke that collided with Daredevil’s chest and laid him out. “You never believed in me! You only pretended to care because of her!”
Yelling about yourself felt strange. Blaming yourself for Daredevil’s intentions left a weird tingle in your chest. But it made you realize that everything between you two, the seemingly honest acceptance and understanding, the friendship and maybe even romance between you two. None of it was real.
“Y/-“ He began and your eyes went wide as that final nail sealed the coffin. You took a step back as he staggered to his feet with a hand out towards you, as if you were a wild animal. “Exodus.” He said firmly, as if it was what he always intended to say.
“Don’t.” You said firmly. You lifted your wrist, seeing the brilliant blue glowing back at you. “How can I trust you anymore? Everything has been fake!”
“It was real, okay? I swear to you. Trust me because it’s me!” He shouted desperately, echoing your words from earlier. “It’s me asking.”
“What does that mean?” You laughed. “I don’t even know you!”
“You do! You do, I promise!”
“I don’t.” You said quietly. “I don’t…”
“Exodus, please…” He begged, daring to step closer. “You and me, remember? Us against the world.”
You fired on him quickly, seeing the blue burst slam into the left side of his chest. He groaned and fell to his knee with a hand grabbing at the area.
“Just stay away from me.” You growled and jumped over the ledge.
It wasn’t until your feet hit the ground that you could figure out where you were. Finding a route to your apartment, you ran. You didn’t bother to stick to shadows and alleys. You couldn’t think that far ahead. You just needed to run. To run away from Daredevil and away from the lies.
From the betrayal.
That’s what it boiled down to. Daredevil was projecting his care for Y/N into Exodus. He never cared who she was or what she did, unless what she did interfered with what he did. Then it suddenly mattered.
Getting inside your apartment, you didn’t know what to do. You yanked off your Bites and your top, throwing them onto your couch. You undid the buckles for your belt and slammed it down. You threw your mask to the floor and collapsed against the wall, sliding down until you hit the ground.
You cried, for the first time in you couldn’t remember how long. You cried, sobbed until your breathing turned ragged and your face was probably red. You cried until your head hurt and you had no sound left. And at that point, you screamed. You took the deepest breath you could muster and let it all out, screaming so loud that your voice broke. A cold wave of blue smoke blasted out of your chest, shaking everything in your apartment until you felt empty.
Nothing hurt anymore. Nothing mattered anymore.
You sniffled and covered your eyes with your hand as you answered your phone, shakily bringing it to your ear.
“Yeah?” You managed, though your throat felt like it had been rubbed with sand paper.
“Y/N?” Karen answered worriedly. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“No.” You whispered, feeling a new wave of tears coming. You cleared your throat and gathered yourself as best you could. “What um- What’s up?”
“Foggy wanted to go out for drinks, told me to ask you to meet us at Josie’s but…”
“I think I’ll pass… Sorry.”
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“Daredevil.” You said quietly. “He never- He- He never really thought I could… It was all lies. He never cared.”
“Oh… I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know you-“
You cleared your throat and wiped your face with your free hand as you scooted taller against the wall. “It’s fine… Probably better this way.” You lied.
“Do you want me to tell Foggy to come to you? We can pick up some drinks and just hang out there.” She offered. While you knew she had the best intentions in mind, it didn’t make you feel any better.
“No, thanks… I’d rather process this alone.”
“I don’t think you should.” She countered softly.
“I appreciate it.” You sighed. “But I’m better on my own, really. I’m just gonna go to the gym. I need to… need to punch something. I don’t wanna take it out on you guys. It’s not fair.”
“You know Matt is gonna be nosy as soon as I tell him, right?” She teased and you broke a small smile.
“Yeah, I know… Tell the guys whatever you want, okay? Hell, you could tell them the goddamn truth for all I care.”
“I’m not gonna do that. You should tell them when you want to, not just let it slip because you can’t think straight.”
“Thanks… You’re a good friend, Karen. Better than I dese-“
“Don’t even try it.” She cut in. “Don’t do anything stupid, okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll try. Night.”
You changed out of your suit and kicked it hastily under your bed. You tossed your accessories into their case and shoved it away as well. You dressed yourself in gym attire, checked your bag for your usual gym chalk, headphones and hand wraps, and took off. You used some bobby pins to pick the old lock, smiling at the fact that it was just as easy as before and headed in.
As soon as you dropped your bag on the old boxing ring, your phone went off. Already knowing who it would be, you popped in your headphones and answered.
“Before you say anything,” You warned as you began wrapping your hands. “No, I’m not coming. No, I don’t want you guys to come to my place. Yes, I'll be in the office tomorrow.”
“Well that covers the basics.” Matt chuckled. “What’s wrong?”
“Karen didn’t tell you?” Your brows furrowed.
“She said you got into some argument with a friend… What kind of argument?”
You smiled quickly as you heard Karen’s excuse. You were glad she didn’t say anything but couldn’t help but think maybe it would’ve been easier.
“The kind that ends up with two people very likely not talking anymore.” You sighed, finishing one hand and moving to the next.
“With your boyfriend?” He asked carefully.
“We were complicated.” You admitted. “But he’d probably flip his shit if I ever said he was my boyfriend, so…”
“C’mon, Y/N/N. Talk to me.” Matt softy insisted.
“I don’t really want to talk about it. He lied, plain and simple.”
“Well, are you so sure he lied?”
You fixed the velcro on your second hand before moving to the punching bag. You began slow, one hand after the other.
“You think I jumped the gun.” You nodded.
“I’m just saying that maybe there was more to the story.” He tried to sound casual but there was something personal in his words, like he was drawing on his own experience.
“Well when I ask a straightforward, yes or no question and I get silence, doesn’t seem like there’s much of a story to tell, Matty.”
“Maybe he was thinking of the best way to explain it.”
“He wasn’t really trying all that hard to convince me… You don’t know him, Matt. Neither did I, turns out.”
“I think that’s a bit dramatic.” Matt scolded and you scoffed. Your hands began to speed up against the punching bag. “And you just, what, ran away?”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“When things get real, when they get meaningful, you find an excuse and you run. You did the same thing with me in college.”
“What are you talking about? I left because I had to.. It had nothing to do with you!”
“Yeah and you never say anything else about it.” Matt argued. “All you say is that you had to. You’re gonna tell me there isn’t more of a story there?”
“Not one you need to know.”
“Of course.” He scoffed.
“What kind of confession are you looking for right now?”
“I’m not looking fo-“
“Cut the shit, Murdock. This is one of the most leading conversations I’ve ever had.” You laughed bitterly. “You can talk circles around everyone else but not me. I was there when you figured this shit out. Whatever you’re digging for, let it go.”
“So that’s it?”
“What else is there?”
“Why do you keep doing this? You keep pushing and pushing until these arguments get out of hand. You trying to push us away too?”
“Too?” You repeated in confusion. “I haven’t pushed anyone away lately.”
“Point is-“
“There is no point!” You cut in, slamming your fist through the old leather of the punching bag. “Fuck. I don’t know what you’re looking for from me right now. But I don’t need this shit. Not from you, Matthew. Anyone but you.”
There was silence on the other end but you could faintly hear Foggy and Karen calling Matt back to them.
“Go be with your friends.” You said, staring at the hole in the punching bag while your emotions settled. “Have fun, for once… You’ve been so far away from everyone lately. Enjoy yourself.”
“What about you?” He asked, his anger seemingly dissipated too. “I’m supposed to just let you sulk and mope by yourself all night?”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smiled slightly at his lame attempt to make you laugh.
“You know I love you, right?” He said kindly.
“Yeah, I know…Good intentions, poor execution. Kinda your speciality.”
“Now that was uncalled for.” He chuckled.
“I love you, too, Matt. Night.”
You ended the call and blew out a sigh. Even though you caught his lame attempt to corner you and force a confession, you couldn’t rid yourself of the lurking suspicion that he knew something he shouldn’t. No amount of reps that night could get that thought out of your head.
So many things bounced around your brain that night. Frank saying you should keep Daredevil around. Daredevil swearing that he cared. Matt trying to squeeze admission from you. You could hear so many voices mixing and trading places at the forefront until you screamed for the umpteenth time that night.
You didn’t leave the gym until your muscles ached and your throat was raw from screaming. You trudged home, every ounce of energy sapped from your body. You managed to get into your apartment but the sound of running water in your bathroom confused you and electrified your body. Glancing around, you found no immediate weapons. You hurried to your kitchen and grabbed the chef’s knife from your drawer.
You pressed against the wall by the door and waited until they came out. Your arm snuck around their throat and slipped your foot between their legs. You yanked them back as you dropped to a knee, forcing them to trip over your leg and go down with you. You slid your knee up to their chest and pressed the blade against their throat, only to be created by an annoyingly familiar face.
“Jesus Christ.” You sighed and dropped the knife to the floor. You scooted back and pushed her away, though she grinned at you. “What the hell are you doing here, Elektra? How’d you find me?”
“It was easy enough.” She shrugged, though her smile never faltered. “Same as I found Matthew.”
“So why didn’t you ask him for whatever you need?”
“I did…” She rolled to her stomach and propped her chin on her hand. “He said no.” She pouted.
“Matt Murdock told you no?” You laughed. “For the first time in his life, he told you no?”
“Imagine my surprise.” She answered bitterly. She sighed loudly and pushed herself up to sit in front of you. “In all seriousness, Y/N, I do need your help.”
“I’m listening.” You said tiredly, and you weren’t quite sure why you were willing to help her. Maybe you just didn’t have the energy for another argument.
Elektra had been the focal point of a lot of fights between you and Matt in college. And not so much because you had feelings for Matt - which you did - but because you could see through her. She was your typical narcissist, making everything about her and not caring how she affected other people. She was manipulative, abusing Matt’s trust and exploiting his faith in people. And yet, she made you laugh. She had her secrets, same as you and Matt, but she was never ashamed of them. She was powerful and confident, something you hated to admit you admired.
She was still your friend in some odd way.
“My father, before he died, had dealings with the Roxxon Corporation. Little bit of everything. Energy, cleaning supplies, macaroni and cheese, child labor, slave trade. I believe they called it diversification.”
“And what does this have to do with me?” You rubbed your tired eyes.
“They hold most of his wealth, thanks to shitty investments on his part. I have a meeting with the board tomorrow at the Yakatomi building and I could use some legal support. I pay well, too.”
“I’m not a lawyer, El.” You shook your head.
“Yes, you are.” She nodded. “I checked into it. Nearly perfect Bar score. Sound familiar?”
“It’s not official. Not until I get the little card.” You made the shape of a card with your fingers. “My speciality would be defense and litigation, anyway. I don’t think I’d be much help… There’s not enough time to put anything together anyway.”
“There’s about fifteen hours, give or take. You can brush up on some skills.”
“Fifteen?” Your eyes went wide. “Elektra, I’m exhausted as is. I can’t stay up all night doing this. If Matt already said no, there’s probably a reason.”
“It’ll be fun.” She reasoned with a wicked grin. “Just like old times, even.”
“Old times involved Matt and you and I almost getting into a fist fight once a week.” You laughed.
“That’s what made it fun!”
You shook your head with a smile. “If I do this, you have to be honest about what I’m getting into. I can’t take a dirty case.”
“It’s not dirty…” She tilted her head as she thought. “Well it’s not squeaky clean either.”
“Damn it, Elektra.” You grumbled.
“But I promise, I only need to get in there and get my father’s money.” She recovered quickly.
“If you want me to do this, you need to put together a file of what I need to know. Accounts, shareholders, CEO, CFO, who your father did deals with, any proof of those deals.” You pointed a finger at her. “I’ve been up for way too long and I’m not researching anything tonight.”
“Thank you, Y/N. You and Matthew are the only ones I can trust.” She nodded.
“You broke into my apartment.” You deadpanned. “But you’re talking trust?”
“You should get a better lock.” She shrugged. “It was easy to pick.”
“You’re annoying.” You smiled. “We got a deal?”
“I’ll see you in the morning.” She winked and pushed herself up to leave.
“Yakatomi building, right?” You asked as she reached your door.
“I’ll send a car.” She said simply before leaving.
You were so tired you didn’t bother to shower or even get off the floor. You reached for your gym bag, scrunched it up, and used it as a pillow to sleep on.
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Short fic challenge - 3 for either Elektra of Hardison, your choice!
3 is character meta and I do feel like I've sort of done that with Hardison in As The Stories Go. It's admittedly just under 3k instead of under 2k but it is short and like mostly about how Hardison views love so we're going to do Elektra!!!! Which is great because I love her!!!!
Also on AO3
Pairing: Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios
Tags: Character Study, Biting, Scratching, College era, Canon Compliant
Strawberries
Elektra enjoys things to the fullest. When she eats, she dining on food prepared at three star Michelin restaurants; when she books hotel rooms, she stays in penthouses that cost more than some people’s entire life’s salaries; when she buys clothes, she has her pick of designer brands, fitted exactly to her liking.
Elektra enjoys things to the fullest, which is why it’s so insane that this boy, this boy who knows nothing of luxury is the one she falls so hard for.
He’s supposed to be her mission. He’s supposed to be…
“Strawberries, Matthew,” she says. “It’s just strawberries.”
But the look on his face when he takes a bite, when she feeds them to him, the red staining his lips – she kisses the look off his face, bites his lip, hoping he bleeds, hoping he bleeds for this, for luxury, for her.
*
She takes him to a nice restaurant and orders for him.
Including Matthew.
*
She drives the fastest car he’s ever been in and the wind is on his face and he closes his unseeing eyes and she wonders, she wonders what he can sense past the windshield and whirlwind and engine. She isn’t jealous, she’s never been capable of jealousy – not when she’s always gotten everything she’s ever wanted.
They go to bed and she takes and takes and takes and he gives and gives and gives and she bites his shoulder, the inside of his thighs, and he scratches her back, her stomach, and she feels like she should feel like she has everything.
*
“Kiss me,” she says, and he always obliges.
*
“Fight me,” she says, and he grins like the devil in him is set loose.
*
But he doesn’t know, maybe he can never know. He doesn’t know that she was sent to corrupt him, to make him more like her, more like Stick.
“Fuck me,” she moans, and Matthew – darling Matthew – he is so good for her, he is so – so –
*
Stick asks her –
“What the fuck is taking so long?”
And she tells him it’s a slow process, that she thinks she has it in him, she just needs more time –
“Foggy wants to meet you,” Matthew says.
And meanwhile, she luxuriates in his presence, in the knowledge that he’s all hers, all hers, all hers.
*
She scoffs. “The roommate?” she asks. “Why?”
“He’s my best friend,” Matthew says, frowning. “He wants to meet you because – we’re – “
He doesn’t say boyfriend or girlfriend; he doesn’t say dating or partners; he doesn’t say anything, because what they are, they both know, is everything. This “Foggy”, with his ridiculous nickname and pathetic existence, is nothing.
“Sure,” she lies. “Sometime.”
And then she asks, “Can I tempt you – “
She wakes up and the bed is still warm, but empty. She can hear a frustrated voice from the other room, but she doesn’t have Matthew’s sense, can’t just hear what he’s saying through the closed door. She tiptoes from the bed, opening the door just a crack, knowing it’s greased to perfection and will not make a sound.
She doesn’t finish the question. She knew - they both knew - he’d say yes. Before she even asked the question.
*
“It’s not that simple, Foggy,” he’s saying. “Of course I – yes, I’m keeping up with the homework. I’m doing fine. Elektra – “ He sighs. “Yes, I know. I know. But I’m really fine. Great, even. I’ll stop by the dorm tomorrow, and we can – we can spend the night out together. Go to Josie’s, even, you know she’ll serve us even without the fake IDs. Foggy. Foggy, you know – you know you’re my best friend. Yes. Right. Love you. Good night, Foggy.”
She’s –
There’s this feeling, inside of her.
Like she doesn’t –
Elektra and Matthew.
Like maybe she never –
*
They don’t need anything else.
They shouldn’t need anything else.
But Matthew’s insistence on –
On holding onto something like –
So inconsequential –
Why. That’s the question. She can’t understand why he’s holding onto Foggy, to his past, when Elektra’s his future. She doesn’t understand why he’s not hers, entirely, the way she thought he was. And most of all –
Most of all, she doesn’t understand why she feels this feeling, so close to jealousy. When she knows she has everything.
*
She has everything.
*
She has everything.
*
And if she doesn’t.
She thought –
*
If she doesn’t have everything.
She’s going to take it.
*
(And when it fails – when he doesn’t kill – when he proves that she never really had him at all –
She takes Matthew to his destiny.
*
She has never known anything worse.
She knows, now. She knows she’ll never have Matthew.
She’ll never have him again.
She might have everything else.
But never him.)
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elektra natchios x gn! reader
a bit of angst but it’s mainly fluff
possible triggers: light hints to stalking but nothing detailed
word count: 694
you were curled up in a ball on your couch, arms wrapped around your knees. quiet sniffles were the only thing that was heard from your apartment. of course the small noises were barely noticeable but if someone was to really pay attention then they’d be able to notice it for sure. you had just gone through one of the worst breakups. you didn’t think it could get worse from there on out. but of course, it could. just your luck. your ex had somehow managed to find any social media that you had, sending you messages and posting about you constantly, and not in a good way. they felt.. too… close to you.
suddenly, a loud knock pulled you out of your thoughts. the noise causing you to jolt up and out of the ball form you were once in. slowly you made your way towards the door. you wouldn’t admit it, but you were terrified that it might be your ex. but this time, it wasn’t. when you opened the door there stood the one and only elektra natchios. the only person you felt like you could rely on.
her lips were pulled downwards in a frown, reaching an arm out to gently rub up and down your own, like she was trying to comfort you. which was a bit strange since you knew how withdrawn she was from everything and everyone.
“can i uh.. can i come in?” her voice snapped you out of your thoughts to which you nodded. “yeah.. yeah come on in” you said with a forced smile and stepped aside to let her enter your apartment. out of the corner of your eye you could see elektra smile, like genuinely smile. that surprised you a bit although you returned the gesture nonetheless.
you walked over to your couch and sat yourself down again, feeling tears starting to well up along your waterline. you suddenly laughed, wiping at your eyes frantically. “i’m sorry… i’m sure you didn’t come over here just to see me cry.. what do you need?” you asked and tipped your head up towards her. your glossy eyes locking with her worried brown ones.
“you’re right.. i didn’t come over here to see you cry-“ her words shocked you but she held up a hand to show she wasn’t finished. “-but i’m here now, for you.” she said, nodding and sitting down beside you. “what’s wrong, mi amor?” the woman asked, concern quite audibly in her voice.
and thats when you broke, tears finally spilling over your cheeks. when you tried to explain the whole situation your voice only cracked half way through, causing embarrassment to rise up in your chest.
it took a couple of tries but eventually you managed to get the whole story out. and when you did, elektra looked beyond angered. she couldn’t believe someone would do something like that. well, she could. but just not to you. anyone but you.
after your long winded rant you brought your gaze down to your hands which were clasped together tightly. the only sound that could be heard was a mix between your rushed breathing and quiet sniffles here and there. suddenly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around you and pulled you against a chest.
it was elektra. she was hugging you. elektra natchios was hugging you. not the other way around like it normally was. almost immediately you returned the motion, hugging back.
and there the two of you were. she was holding you securely and you were sobbing into her shoulder. you could feel her hand brushing against your back, she was hesitant to do anything to try and comfort you. not knowing if it would work or not.
elektra soon sighed and brought her gaze down to you. “they’re an asshole, you know? i mean, i would never do that to you” she said in a lighthearted tone. that statement brought a smile to your features. “elektra. are you asking me out?” you asked teasingly, her laugh following close behind.
“and what if i was?”
“well, if you were, then i’d say yes”
“perfect, when are you free?”
“right now.”
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This is purely a self-indulgent fic about two characters (Sam and Elektra) that I love so much. I know they’ll never meet but 🤷🏽♀️
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“Oh… I didn’t think that anyone was up here,” Elektra said as she landed on the roof of some random apartment building. “What are you doing up here, Captain?” Her curiosity got the best of her.
Sam seemed a little startled as he turned around to face her.
Elektra knew the Captain couldn’t recognize her in her Daredevil costume with the devil mask over her head and the scarf wrapped around the rest of her face. Hell, he wouldn’t be able recognize her out of her costume since they’ve never met before.
“I’m visiting a friend here,” Sam replied burrowing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “What’s your excuse?”
“On the roof?” Elektra asked titling her head to the side.
“No, he lives here. And my point still stands… what’s your excuse?”
“Good vantage point. Can hear their calls for help from here,” Elektra replied with a shrug. She moved forward and stood at the edge of the roof to prove her point. “Shouldn’t you be inside with your friend then?” She continued to ask.
“I needed some fresh air,” Sam sighed and turned back to look at the city.
Silence fell between the two of them and Elektra could almost feel that he wanted to say something.
“Have you ever been in love?” He suddenly asked.
The question took Elektra by surprise. “Yes,” but she answered honestly. Silence befell between them again. It was Elektra who broke it this time. “Are you in love with this friend of yours?”
“I don’t know,” Sam replied after a beat. “He just told me he loves me but I don’t know what to say.”
“Because you’re caught up on someone else…”
Sam seemed surprised as he turned his gaze on her.
Elektra made it a point to keep looking at the city.
“How did you know?” Sam asked.
“I heard rumors about you and the former Captain… before his death.” She was careful to add the later part.
“I didn’t know there were rumors about us,” Sam huffed out a humorless laugh.
“My best friend’s a reporter. She is obsessed with you. So I hear about you more than I’d like,” Elektra regretted the moment those words were out of her mouth. She had given away more about herself than she intended to.
“I’m sorry.” Sam sounded anything but apologetic. If anything, he sounded smug.
“So are the rumors true? You and Steve Rogers…”
“Yes, we were together… before his—“ Sam never finished the rest of his sentence.
Out of the corner of her eye, Elektra could see him wiping a tear away.
They went quiet again but Elektra couldn’t help but ask, “So what about this friend of yours, what are you going to tell him?”
“He knows I was in love with Steve. And he’s okay with that,” Sam replied. “He said he just wants to be with me regardless of my baggage.”
Elektra smirked behind her scarf. “You said ‘was.’”
“What?”
“You said ‘I was in love with Steve,’” Elektra explained. “Maybe you’re in love with your Barnes now… just a thought.” She shrugged.
Sam’s eyes widened slightly but then he frowned. “How do you know it’s Bucky?”
“I didn’t. I just took a shot in the dark and landed on a bullseye,” Elektra replied.
Sam rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “So you think I’m in love with Bucky now?”
“I can’t answer that for you,” Elektra replied. “It’s something you’ll have to answer for yourself. But I will say that if you’re starting to talk about Rogers in the past tense than there is a good chance that you’re ready to move on.”
“And here I thought you just knew how to beat up people,” Sam teased her.
Elektra put her hands on her hips and glared at Sam behind her mask. “You don’t know me, Captain.”
“You’re right. I don’t. But that’s because you won’t let anyone get to know you. You like being dark and elusive.”
“We were talking about you, not me,” Elektra huffed.
“No, I think it’s important we talk about you. You leave people half to death. That’s gotta stop,” Sam told her.
“I am not an Avenger,” Elektra reminded him.
“I know you’re not but you have responsibilities. You did the moment you put on that costume and swore to protect the citizens of this city,” Sam reminded her.
Elektra sighed. “If you’re going to lecture me then I’ll just leave.”
“It wasn’t a lecture,” Sam pointed out. “It’s a request.”
“I don’t know if I can honor that request,” Elektra replied.
“I know,” Sam sighed.
Suddenly there was a cry for help which put Elektra on alert. “Sorry, Captain, duty calls. But before I leave, I have to say, you should give Barnes a chance. You might regret it if you don’t.” With that she ran back towards the back of the roof before running forward and jumping off it and letting herself onto the other building.
“You need help?” Sam called out.
“When have I ever?” Elektra asked. “Take care, Captain.” And with that she was gone.
…
Sam went downstairs and hesitated for a second before resolutely knocking on the door.
“There you are, I was getting worried about—“ Before Bucky could finish his sentence, Sam grabbed his face, and pulled him close to kiss him deeply.
Sam pushed Bucky inside the apartment and kept kissing him while kicking the door close with his heel.
They kissed for what seemed like hours before Sam pulled away.
“Wow,” Bucky said, touching his swollen lips with his fingers. “If I knew that going out for air will lead to this then I would have sent you out earlier,” he added.
“I don’t think sending me out there earlier would have produced the same results,” Sam replied.
“What?” Bucky asked, confused.
“Oh, just kiss me already!” Sam demanded with a chuckle and Bucky immediately complied.
#elektra natchios#sam wilson#Elektra as daredevil#Daredevil#Captain America#SamBucky#Bucky Barnes#fanfic#aashna’s drabble
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Choices
Part 1, Part 2
Pairing: ex!Matt Murdock x Writer!reader
Word Count: 1234
Choices and mistakes. They are not one of the same. Many confuse the two together whenever they choose to hurt the person they claim to love. Or they know the difference but would rather lie to themselves than face the ugly truth of their actions. Their choices. Matt was familiar with this concept and became filled with shame whenever his choices sprung up in the dead of night. It was one of his demons that kept him up from a restful sleep.
He made a choice and in turn, destroyed something beautiful and caused irreplicable damage to someone he thought he loved. For the longest time, he placed the blame on Elektra. If she never appeared into his life things may have been different. A wedding ring would have graced your ring finger, maybe a child or two, or the relationship you once shared would’ve ended on better terms. Such an array of possibilities that’ll never come into fruition and it was his fault. They lingered in the back of his mind sporadically as his world grew quiet. Those rare moments when the noise disappeared and all he was left with was his thoughts.
His thoughts will always go back to that night. The night when he disappeared with Elektra despite knowing of the beautiful person that waited for him. Disregarding the plans the two of you made. Only for him to never show up, leaving you feeling humiliated and foolish. On his birthday nevertheless. After the well needed detoxing of Elektra, he learned, from Foggy, how terrified you were that something terrible had happened. Only furthering his frustration of his past actions.
It was a choice and he paid for it dearly but hearing the once oh-so familiar heart beat had him believing the universe was willing to equip him with another chance. A chance to be with you after all these years. A redo despite his past actions. If you were willing to do so.
He knew there were questions he would need to answer and he would gladly offer you the truth. While he had little success with keeping a steady relationship, he’s learned a thing or two about his past choices. Communication, honesty and respecting boundaries is a must. Especially with a past such as the two of you shared. He knew you were uncomfortable with Elektra around despite never vocalizing it. Rather than respect your boundary, he constantly crossed it without a single thought of his actions. He left you feeling insecure without comforting you nor drawing a line for Elektra not to cross. Especially when you weren’t around. He stopped spending time with you and spent it all on her. He wasn’t honest with you either and for that he hoped to reconcile.
You’ve accepted his apology and hope sparked in his eyes. Maybe the two of you could start anew but his daydream was shattered as soon as you refused. You’d refused despite not knowing the horrid truths about that night and the nights before it. The stolen kisses that were once shared under the moonlight when you were alone in your dorm room. His clothes scattered on the floor as he expertly removed her clothing, his lips meeting hers and his hands exploring every inch of her being like they had once done to you. In the moment, he knew it was wrong but he was so enamored by her that he pushed all those feelings aside.
There were times when he wondered if you could feel the sin radiating off of his body. If you can taste the infidelity off of his lips. He wondered if some part of you knew. If you had suspected of his betrayal but refused to vocalize it into existence. If you were scared to.
Accepting his offer of a redo would’ve allowed him to be honest with you. Of all of it. Even the more shameful parts of the past he’s kept in for so long. It was something you deserved to know even now. The answers to the questions you must’ve had and the once that must’ve emerged as he approached you. You deserved to know how and why he threw your relationship away long before his birthday. He was just too selfish to let you go and dragged you along with him.
Elektra did not care about being his mistress. In fact, it was thrilling to be able to flaunt herself in front of you. Showing off the power she held over him and he mindlessly allowed her to do so. She would touch him in front of you, smirking at the secrets she’d held. The secrets she shared with him. Matt was hers, not yours. You could not satisfy him enough to stay. You were, in her mind, a silly little child that couldn’t fend for themselves. Matt needed someone more deserving of his love. She was merely along for the ride to watch the good in his life burn into ashes and she did so swimmingly.
You deserved better though. So much more than anything he had to offer you. He was dense enough to believe he had a second chance to be with you. Life only allowed him to apologize but nothing more. He brought this upon himself and he alone shall reap the seeds he’d sowed alone. You had left with your friend a while ago. Reuniting with Foggy and Karen, they worried about him.
Foggy was more worried as he had witnessed the blossoming of your relationship to its unfortunate aftermath. He knew Elektra was a bad influence on Matt, bringing out the reckless wildness in him, and with her disappearance left a bad taste in his mouth. He resented her for the longest time upon learning of her involvement in his friend’s infidelity. You, too, were his friend but you decided it was best to part ways as you did not want to be the cause of any more disagreements between the two friends. He knew it wasn't fair of you to see them act as a happy couple. Especially when Foggy had caught Matt in bed with Elektra in their dorm room so soon after the breakup. He’d noticed the box of Matt’s things and his keys on the table and hoped you hadn’t had the dismay of seeing them. Forgiving Matt was hard as it completely changed his perspective on the man. He hurt you more than just a simple breakup text. He scarred you and for that it took him a long time to forgive.
“So…” Karen began, trying to find the words to ask, “what’s the story? Who is she?” She had never seen the two start off cheerful to be lost in thought so swiftly. Yes, there were times when she’d seen Matt spiral and Foggy blatantly furious with Matt but never nothing like this. The joy they once had upon entering Josie's was drained away once the two noticed the woman. There was a story there she did not know, one she might not want to know, but an important one to fester such a response.
They didn’t answer. Matt was too lost in his head to form any type of response and Foggy did not know if he had the right to tell a story that was not his. The past had pounced on them without warning and they were left in its echoes.
Masterlist
#daredevil x you#daredevil fanfiction#daredevil x reader#daredevil angst#foggy nelson#karen page#matt murdock one shot#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock#matt murdock imagine#matt murdock fanfic#reader insert#elektra natchios#elektra#daredevil fanfic#matt murdock x you#matt murdock angst
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Chapter: 1/?
Pairing: Billy Russo x Elektra Natchios
Summary:
"I don't like people coming into my home and making demands of me. Tell me who you are and what you want," Billy hissed.
"But I already told you." Her hand moved to his belt and loosened it.
Billy swallowed. "What makes you think I want what you're offering?"
She smiled then. "All men do. All men like you."
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A crack ship slash fiction because of how hot they both are and how sexy they would be as a power couple
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Fanart of Danny Rand, Frank Castle, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones and Matt Murdock from the Netflix Marvel TV shows. All five characters are standing behind a table. Danny is wearing a green shirt, smiling gently with his eyes closed. He is holding voodoo dolls of Stick and Alexandra. There are pins in the dolls' hearts. Frank is wearing his Punisher skull t-shirt but the skull has hearts for eyes. Frank is ripping the head off a Fisk voodoo doll and smirking. There is a doll of Bullseye on the table in front of him. Both dolls have pins stuck in them all over. Luke wearing a black and yellow hoody over a black t-shirt and a yellow beanie hat. He is looking with concern at Frank and holding voodoo dolls of Elektra Natchios and Malcolm Ducasse. Jessica is wearing a black jacket over a purple top. She is frowning and sticking a pin into a voodoo doll of Misty Knight and has a doll of Trisha Walker in her jacket pocket. Matt is wearing a red shirt and red sunglasses. He looks worried and is cuddling voodoo dolls of Karen Page and Foggy Nelson. There are doll hearts and pins on the table in front of him. The table is black and the background is pink.
#rarepair24#daredevil#marvel#punisher#the punisher#frank castle#matt murdock#jessica jones#danny rand#defenders#elektra#elektra natchios#fisk#foggy nelson#karen page#kingpin#luke cage#mike murdock#misty knight#murderdock#team red#the defenders#trish walker#wilson fisk
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if Elektra Natchios was more well-known in 2012, I wouldn't be able to SPIT without every individual droplet landing on a marina and the diamonds related fanart/amv/fanfic and it is my CURSE that i may never see that timeline
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🫧About Me🫧
Hello!
My name is Miranda, and I use they/them pronouns (she/her are alright but not preferred). I am a 23 year old artist from the US. I am bisexual and non-binary (incase you'd like queer moots c:). I have migrated from twitter's platform.
While I am very active in the Stranger Things fandom, I also enjoy several others. So if you're a moot from twitter, fair warning you'll see other subjects too.
I typically do not write or draw things that are NSFW/MDNI, however if I do it will be marked with that tag in large print first. **I will reblog MDNI/NSFW/18+ Content, so please be aware of anything I reblog, if I don't see a tag on it claiming it is mature, I will try to add one before reposting(i.e with a caption added while reblogging, not uploading it as my own!!). It can be really intense content/written work sometimes, so please keep yourself safe, first and foremost.
I also really love ships/fanfic (why I'm here lol). That includes topics like: same sex couples, couples that are transgender, any ship that explores gender as a topic, interacial couples, kink exploration, and sometimes toxic ships (Like Robin and Carol from Stranger Things). I don't post art on the account connected to twitter but if I decide to, I will post art exploring similar themes. If these topics bother you, don't follow. (I don't want people who are transphobic/homophobic/racist/antisemitic/xenophobic/sexist following me)
Fandoms included but are not limited to:
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-Marvel Comics/MCU *Characters that are most prominent (Daredevil; Matt Murdock; Foggy Nelson; Elektra Natchios; Moon Knight; Mr. Knight; Steven Grant; Marc Spector; Jake Lockley; Iron Man; Tony Stark; Venom; Eddie Brock;Spider-Man; Pick who is behind the mask, I like most of them lmao)
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-Star Wars *Featured Media (Clone Wars/Andor/The Mandalorian/Episodes 1-9/Rebels/Visions/Bad Batch)
*I try to avoid talking about the actors themselves to avoid intense parasocial relationships. That being said, I'm sure I'll reblog a picture of Joe Keery or get excited over Oscar Issac's new project. It's a boundary I have to keep it limited for myself, doesn't mean I'm not a fan too ;) *
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