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Spawn II

Pairing: devil!Matt Murdock x reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: descriptions of childbirth, implied sex

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Your son was six months old now. A healthy and adorable little bundle of joy. As you finished getting ready, his laughter floated down the hallway and in through the open door of your bedroom. You smiled at the jovial sound as you applied a clear gloss to your lips.

Leading up to his birth you were beyond nervous to become a mother. You didn’t think you’d be any good at it, but it was as if something clicked inside you when he was born. Suddenly everything revolved around your baby. Every thought and every action was guided by instinct to make sure he was taken care of. He was the light of your life, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

6 Months Ago

Two weeks passed after the incident in the alley, after finding out you were carrying the Devil’s child, when your water broke.

The plans you’d made at the hospital to deliver your baby had been cancelled when Matt had reappeared in your life and insisted on a home birth. His tone had left no room for argument.

So when two witches appeared on your doorstep you had no choice but to welcome them into your home. Agatha was an experienced midwife while her assistant, Wanda, would be experiencing her first home birth. You were nervous, to say the least. But if Matt trusted them then you would have to as well.

After hours of pacing around your apartment and stretching on the large yoga ball in your living room, Agatha had ordered Wanda to draw you a bath. You were carefully lowered in, sweat clinging to your forehead as you took in deep breaths.

“You’re doing good,” Wanda encouraged as she wiped your forehead with a damp cloth, her thick accent easing your nerves some. “So very good.”

Your body felt soothed by the water around your half naked body, dressed in only a cropped cotton camisole and your underwear. But the relief was short lived as another contraction passed through you. You cried out as pain flared across your lower half, rippling out toward the rest of your body.

“Just keep breathing,” Wanda said as you gripped her hand tightly. You lolled your head to the side to look at her. You mirrored her as she rhythmically inhaled and exhaled. “Just like that.”

The pain eased and you felt your body release some of its tension. But you barely had time to brace yourself for the next contraction before it came and hit you harder than the previous one.

“It’s time.” Agatha stood at the door of the bathroom, looking down at the watch on her wrist. “Bring her to the bedroom.”

You whimpered as Wanda lifted you from the tub. She let you lean heavily on her as she guided you back to your bedroom, stopping at the edge of your bed to kneel down and roll your underwear down your thighs before you stepped out of them. Slowly, you crawled toward the middle of the mattress and sat back against the large pile of pillows.

“Okay, here we go.” Agatha situated herself between your legs. Her hands cradled your round stomach, eyes closed in concentration. She dropped her hand to examine how dilated you were. Her eyes opened, shining in anticipation. “It’s time to push.”

So you did. You pushed and you screamed and you cried. But all the pain, the fire that consumed your entire body, was worth it when you heard your son’s shrill cries.

After Agatha checked him for any abnormalities and cleaned him up she rested him on your chest. You cooed as you gently wrapped your arms around his tiny body.

“Thank you, Agatha.” You looked up at her, a tired smile curving your lips. “Truly.”

“It has been the honor of my life, Mistress,” Agatha folded her hands in front of her stomach and bowed, “to bring forth the little prince.”

Agatha stepped away and your attention returned to the newborn. You didn’t notice the shadow in the corner of the room, not until after Agatha and Wanda gathered their things and left you alone. Matt stepped out of his dark corner and approached the bed, clad in his usual suit and red tinted glasses. He sat on the edge, hand resting just beside your hip, as he offered you a smile.

“Well done.” You didn’t respond to his praise, only held the baby closer to you. Matt sighed before he spoke again. “Describe him to me. Please?”

You shifted, tilting your head to get a proper look at the small face that rested on the warm flesh of your chest.

“His hair is the same shade of brown as yours.” You spoke softly, eyes sweeping over the features of the child that were half yours and half Matt’s. “His nose is round at the end like you, but the way his lips curve look more like me. He’s…”

You paused, emotion making you choke on your words.

“Do you regret meeting me?” Matt tilted his head down, gaze landing just beside your head. “Do you regret that night?”

You didn’t have to think about your answer. As soon as you saw your son you knew he was perfect. You knew you loved him.

“No,” you said confidently. “I don’t.”

After your maternity leave had ended you spoke with your boss and negotiated for a longer time away from the office, asking to work from home. Your request was granted almost immediately. You were sure Matt had something to do with it, but you weren’t complaining. You had more time to be with your son and that’s what mattered the most to you.

Matt had been over only a handful of times to visit and talk to you about how the baby was doing, but he never stayed long. You tried not to be upset by this and instead reminded yourself of the fact that he was the literal Devil after all, and he probably had a lot on his plate that constantly kept him busy. Yet you couldn’t lie to yourself and deny that part of you had hoped you’d see more of him after the baby was born.

Maybe things will be different after tonight, you thought to yourself.

You sighed, smile faltering before another bout of giggles erupted from the living room. It was enough to brighten you up again as you took one last look in the mirror before grabbing your clutch and exiting your bedroom.

The closer you got to the living room the easier it was to hear your son’s babbling, along with the familiar sound of Wanda’s voice. You stood beneath the tall rounded arch of the threshold as you watched Wanda’s face scrunch into various expressions as she held your son on her lap.

Wanda would be looking after the baby while you and Matt went out to dinner. Since helping to deliver your son, she had grown attached to him and had taken up the role as part-time nanny when she wasn’t busy with her lessons with Agatha. You never worried about your son when you left him with Wanda. She was not only warm and nurturing, but she was a powerful witch and fiercely loyal and you knew she’d give her life to protect him.

One of the fears you had when you discovered you were pregnant was that you would be alone in raising your child. Your parents had died when you were younger and you didn’t talk to any of your extended family. You expected to struggle as you figured out parenthood on your own. But what you hadn’t counted on was Matt and the others to embrace you the way they did.

Everyone had accepted you and your son. Well, almost everyone. Elektra was the only one who had yet to come around. Though at the moment you were fine that she was keeping her distance.

A knock on the front door pulled your attention away. You walked down the hallway and toward the door, opening it to reveal Frank on the other side. He looked up from the ground with a wide smile on his face. He was dressed in his usual ensemble, dark jeans and a black jacket, though this time sans the skull painted vest.

“Hello, Frank.” You welcomed him, giving him a quick hug before letting him inside. You closed the door behind him. “How are you?”

“I’m good.” Frank stepped past you, glancing down the hall. “How’s little Red doing?”

“He’s great.” You chuckled. “We have time for you to see him if you want.”

Frank wasted no time in taking you up on your offer. You followed him back into the living room and watched fondly as he kneeled in front of Wanda to be at eye level with the baby.

“Hey, kid.” Frank grinned, holding out a finger for your son to grab hold of and wiggling it around and making him squeal. “Remember me? I’m your Uncle Frank.”

Frank was another person that you trusted with your son’s life. He was also the biggest surprise to you when you started settling into this new normal. Who would have thought that the big burly man would have one of the softest hearts you’d ever seen? He was great with the baby, large hands delicate when holding the infant when he’d been only a few weeks old and voice turning soft whenever he spoke to him.

You were thankful for this support system.

You never left the apartment without Frank or one of the others with you. It was usually just for trips to the grocery store or a short walk in the park, but it was the one rule Matt had explicitly warned you not to break. And you saw no reason to.

No one would tell you exactly who Peter and the archer were. But if the father of your child was Satan, then it wasn’t hard to guess who the others might be. And though you felt like you could trust Peter, he was obviously not on Matt’s side, which seemed to make things even more complicated.

Frank stood, pulling you out of your thoughts, and you walked over to stand beside him. You bent down to place a kiss to the baby’s forehead and bid him goodbye, and that you’d be back soon. Frank placed a hand on your back to lead you out of the room. You snuck one last glance at your son before you turned into the hallway and continued to the front door. You and Frank walked down the stoop and toward the waiting town car. He opened the door for you and you ducked inside, where Matt was patiently waiting for you.

“Hello,” Matt greeted.

“Hello.” Your reply was timid as you ran your hands down the front of your dress.

Get it together, you mentally chided yourself. Don’t be nervous. You had a baby with him for crying out loud.

Frank got into the driver’s seat, putting the key in the ignition and turning his head to look back at the two of you. His arm rested on the headrest of the passenger seat as the corner of his lips curled up into a smirk.

“Ready, lovebirds?”

Your cheeks burned as you dropped your gaze to your lap.

Matt adjusted his tie, sounding slightly exasperated. “Just drive, Frank.”

“Yes, sir.” Frank chuckled as he turned forward.

The car ride was silent. The streetlights passed by in a blur as you stared out the window. When the car slowed and Frank pulled up beside a curb you peeked out to see you had arrived at a Chinese restaurant, The Royal Dragon.

Frank opened Matt’s door and then yours and offered his hand to help you out of the car and onto the sidewalk. Matt appeared next to you, folding his arm for you to place your hand in the crook of his elbow. You bid Frank goodbye before he went back to the car and you and Matt walked into the restaurant.

The interior was dimly lit with round tables placed around the dining room, and a row of red pillars separated a third of the room with smaller tables on the right side. The restaurant was empty. If there were any staff around they were nowhere to be seen. As you walked along the crimson patterned carpet you looked to the left to see the painting of a long-bodied dragon on the wall. It’s eyes followed you all the way to the table at the back of the room, where an array of traditional Chinese dishes had been neatly arranged on a white table cloth.

Matt pulled out a chair for you and helped you get settled before rounding the table and taking a seat across from you. A moment passed before Matt gestured with his hand to the food, telling you to help yourself. You both began to eat in silence.

You used your chopsticks to bring a shrimp dumpling to your mouth, having taken a bite of the flavorful item as Matt spoke again.

“How is he?”

You swallowed, eyes lifting to look across the table at the father of your child. At the Devil himself. The low lighting made the tint of his glasses appear a deeper shade of red. So much so that you could hardly see his eyes behind them, though you knew his gaze was lowered as he waited for your answer.

“He’s good,” you started slowly. “He’s just started teething, so he likes to put everything in his mouth.”

The two of you shared a laugh before it quickly died down and you were left in an awkward silence. Your fingers fidgeted around your chopsticks as you looked down at your plate, unsure of what to say next.

“I’m sorry,” Matt apologized.

You furrowed your brow, uncertain of what he was referring to.

“For not being around more,” he clarified.

“It’s okay.” You shook your head. “I’m sure you’re busy. You know, being…Satan.”

Matt smirked, amused.

“Still,” he said. “That’s no excuse. You carried and gave birth to my firstborn son, and I can assure you that I do not plan on being an absent father. I very much look forward to raising our child together.”

“Together?” you repeated. “How exactly do you mean?”

“Well…” Matt paused, seeming to think for a moment. “We both care about him, obviously.”

You smiled. “Obviously.”

“We both want what’s best for him,” Matt continued. “And would do anything to make sure he’s happy and healthy. So, essentially we’re two individuals coming together to provide a stable environment for him to grow up in.”

“So…like, partners?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “Partners.”

“I’d like that.”

The two of you shared a smile, the familiar connection you’d shared that night in the bar charging the air between you. But then you noticed Matt’s smile faltering and you asked him what was wrong.

“The reason I’ve been away for so long,” Matt’s shoulders sagged as he exhaled, “even before our son was born, is because I’ve been making sure Hell’s Kitchen is free of…outside forces.”

“Outside forces?” You placed your chopsticks sideways on your plate, the thought of food leaving you as you listened intently.

“Because of decisions I made in my past, I, consequently, made some enemies.” Matt placed his own utensils down, sitting up straighter in his seat. “And unfortunately that puts both you and our child in danger.”

“From who?”

“He goes by many names. Lord of Light, Heavenly Father, God.” Matt scoffed. “I just call him Steve.”

“God?” You raised your eyebrows in disbelief. “As in the God?”

“The very one.” Matt frowned. “You’ve actually already met a couple of his followers.”

“I have?”

“The kid from the alley,” he reminded you.

You nodded. “Peter.”

“And the archer. Clint.” Matt leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he folded his hands together. “They’re just two of an entire team of elite angels Steve has trained himself.”

“What do they want?”

Matt’s lips parted, but nothing came out at first. You noticed his hesitation, and it only served to make a nervous tingle crawl up your spine.

“Matt?”

“They want him,” he admitted. “They want to take our son away from us… and destroy him.”

“W-what?” Your lips turned down in a hard frown as your body trembled in worry. “Why?”

“Because they’re afraid of him. Of what he’ll be capable of when he’s older.”

“B-but he’s just a baby. He’s only six months—”

You were overwhelmed with panic. This couldn’t be happening. It felt like only last week that you had given birth to your son. Time had flown by so quickly that it seemed like you didn’t have enough of it. You were only just beginning to know your son, and now here Matt was, telling you that God and his angels were trying to take him away from you. Your son was a part of you, had been since you first realized you were growing him inside of you. If something were to happen to him, you didn’t know what you would do.

“Matt, you can’t let them,” you pleaded. “Please don’t let them take him away from me.”

“Hey, hey.” Matt’s voice turned gentle as he reached his hands across the table, taking yours in his grasp. His thumbs soothed over your knuckles as he softly shushed you. “I will never allow that to happen. Okay? Never.”

“You promise?”

“I promise,” Matt agreed solemnly. “I’ve put safeguards in place along the boundary lines to ensure they can’t come into our territory anymore. But I’m still going to have someone with you at all times, even when you’re at home. Just to be safe.”

Matt squeezed your hands, though not hard enough to hurt.

“Tell me you understand.”

You nodded. “I understand.”

“Good.”

You spent the next few hours talking. About your son, about Matt’s friends, and even about his law firm, which he promised to show you soon. You were pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to fall back into the same ease with each other you’d experienced the night your son was conceived, and you were grateful to finally spend time alone again with Matt.

When you were ready to head back, you and Matt walked out of the restaurant hand in hand. Frank was already waiting at the car for you and opened the door as you approached. You slid across the back seats so that Matt could enter behind you. Frank closed the door and got in the front, pulling out onto the street.

Your fingers found Matt’s once again, tangling together as you scoot closer to him. You rested your joined hands on your thigh and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Tonight was nice,” Matt said softly. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

You turned your head up to look at his face. His line of sight was concentrated on the back of the passenger seat, but you noticed the hint of a grin playing at his lips. He let go of your hand and moved it toward your knee, where he flipped up the end of your dress and placed his whole hand on your bare thigh. His touch slowly traveled down your thigh and you had to suppress a shudder.

Matt ran his fingers dangerously close to your clothed core, a shallow gasp escaping your lips as you pressed your thighs together. You caught Frank’s eyes in the rear view mirror and you felt both the heat of embarrassment and arousal warm your body.

“Do you want this?” Matt asked, pausing his wandering hand. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Yes.” You nodded eagerly. “I want this.”

Matt smirked. His head shifted to the left and he nodded once. Frank mirrored the gesture and a second later the low hum of the partition filled the small space. It wasn’t even fully risen before Matt’s fingers began their work, bringing you that familiar warm pleasure once again.

The next day, Elektra was your chaperone on your early morning trip to the grocery store. You’d left your son in Wanda’s care again, the brunette more than eager to spend time with him while you did your shopping for the week.

You’d had a wonderful night with Matt, and although you established yourself as partners in raising your son, you also wondered whether he was interested in something more between the two of you. You couldn’t deny that he made you feel good sexually. But you worried that was all your relationship might be.

Frank told you some of Matt and Elektra’s history, how passionate and in love they were. You were curious if Matt still held the same feelings for her, whether their connection had slowly dwindled or if they’d just decided one day to end things between them for the sake of professionalism. Elektra’s attitude towards you inclined you to believe the latter. You supposed you’d never truly know though. And you didn’t have the courage to ask.

You and Elektra silently walked through the mostly empty aisles as you grabbed items and put them in your cart, checking them off your list as you did. Though Elektra’s expression told you she’d rather be anywhere else but here with you, her body language told you she was on constant alert and ready to jump into action at a moment’s notice.

As you stood in line at the register your eyes scanned your list one final time. You sighed when you noticed you’d messily crossed out two items at the bottom when you’d only meant to cross out one.

“What?” Elektra asked, tone indicating her annoyance.

“I forgot the bread.”

Elektra narrowed her eyes at you, biting on the inside of her cheek to hold back what you were sure was a scathing remark.

“I can go get—”

“No need.” She glanced around the area before rolling her eyes. When her gaze settled on you again her lips curled up into a mocking smile. “Allow me, Mistress.”

You watched as she turned on her heel and strode away from you. Sighing, you put your list away and leaned on the handle of the cart.

While you waited in line, you suddenly felt a presence behind you. Not shadowed and heavy like Matt’s, but bright and airy. Overwhelming. Like a light was shining too intensely and you had to look away.

“Lovely weather outside,” a deep voice commented behind you.

Your eyes jumped to the large windows at the front of the store, letting in the sunlight from the cloudless sky.

You didn’t hear a response. But when the voice repeated itself you turned and realized it was meant for you when he addressed you by your name. The man before you had the clearest blue eyes you’d ever seen with dark blonde hair that was combed back behind his ears. A full beard covered the bottom half of his face, framing a pair of pleasantly shaped pink lips.

His presence made you slightly disoriented. Hence why your brain couldn’t come up with a more eloquent response other than, “Huh?”

“The weather?” He smiled kindly. “I like to take long walks on days like these and feel the sunlight on my skin. Don’t you?”

“Oh, uh…I actually prefer when it’s gloomy. I enjoy the rain.”

“I see. I’m Steve, by the way.” He introduced himself as he tilted his head to look behind you and into your cart. “Doing some shopping? You have quite a bit of baby food. How old is your son now?”

“He just turned six months.” Your eyes lit up at the mention of your baby. “It’s gone by so quickly though. I feel like every time I blink he just keeps getter bigger.”

Your voice trailed off and your bright expression fell as you realized you never told this stranger that your child was in fact a little baby boy. Or what your name was. You swallowed, nervously eying the man.

He stepped forward, saying your name again. His demeanor wasn’t threatening but you couldn’t help feel intimidated by the sheer size of him. He was tall and had thick arms and broad shoulders. You were shaking beneath his unwavering gaze. You could feel it.

Relief came suddenly when Elektra reappeared, loaf of bread in hand as she did not hesitate to place herself in between the two of you.

“Elektra. Nice to see you again.” There was recognition in the man’s eyes as he greeted her. “How long has it been?”

“Not long enough,” she hissed as she glared up at him. “What are you doing here? Matthew made sure none of you could cross the boundary.”

“Those wardings might be enough to keep the angels out, but not me.” His voice was smooth, his smile charming, yet it did not deter Elektra. And in this moment you couldn’t be more thankful for her. The man sighed, hands help up. “I just wanted to see my grandson with my own eyes, but it appears you’ve left him at home.”

“Grandson?” You frowned, brows pinch together in confusion.

“I suggest you leave.” Elektra’s hand moved to the high slit of her skirt, pushing the fabric aside to flash the silver blade of her long dagger. “We wouldn’t want to cause a scene, would we?”

“Very well.” He nodded his head at Elektra, then his gaze landed on you. “I look forward to seeing you again.”

Elektra didn’t move a muscle. Not until he backed away and left the store.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Elektra faced you and tossed the bread carelessly into the cart.

“Elektra?” Your voice was barely a whisper. “Was that…?”

“Yes.” She ran a hand through her hair as she let out a curse. “Matthew is not going to like this.”

The two of you stood in line, each mentally processing what just happened. But while Elektra was stressing about what Matt‘s reaction would be, your feeble brain was working in overdrive trying to process that you just met God.

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