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matt murdock pls where his wife is like a rival vigilante (they don’t know about each other) and one time he beats her up really badly in a fight and then her ring falls off and he realises and it gets really angsty but then it ends in fluff.. tyyy

double (couple) life - matt murdock 16+

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pairing: matthew murdock (daredevil) × f!reader

warnings: angst, past trauma, death, grief, weapons, blood, violence description

a/n: I know in practice Matt would probably know in the blink of an eye who you were though smell, voice and all that but let’s just ignore all that here and come with me. Thank you anon for trusting I’d do a good job with ur idea <3 I’m sorry I took so long, I suck.

"When the sun sets, we're both the same" - Beautiful Crime

It has always been like that.

You didn't ask to many questions. And neither did he.

All those marks covering your bodies, bruises that were abnormally deep and constant for regular citizens, even at the constant chaos state of New York city.

A part of you knew, both of you knew, really, that you had a darker side you didn't let anyone else see, not even your most trusted ones. You were too afraid of judgement, too afraid to hurt those you loved the most.

You unconsciously accepted that part of each other, even not knowing fully what it meant but you loved each other fully, deeply and hopelessly. You couldn't see a life without Matthew and he couldn't see a life without you.

This was a common afternoon at Nelson, Murdock & Page's office, you dropped by to bring your husband his lunch, hearing small talk as you entered the room.

"She's not that bad." You listen to Karen state about whoever was the conversation subject.

"They found more bodies in the same M.O, Karen, the scenes left behind are not pretty to see... she's dark." Foggy completes.

"Yeah, might be. But the man she killed were disgusting so I kinda could see it coming."

"Karen." Foggy's tone was reprehensible.

"What? It's true."

You enter the room and they both turn your way, Karen smiles warmly welcoming you in. "He said he went to bring lunch for you today." She laughs at how clingy you both were, having the same idea in the same day.

"No way." You laugh along with her. "You think I should wait for him to come?" As the words out your mouth you hear your phone ring. Matt's nickname showing up on the screen.

"I can't believe we had the same idea." You could hear he was smiling even though the phone.

"It seems like it, Matty."

"Don't get out, I'll be there in a sec. Love you."

"I love you too. See ya." You hang up and wait for him, entering the conversation Karen and Foggy were having the second you came into the office. They were sharing opinions on the new vigilante in town.

You.

You shift your weight on your feet, nervous about where was the subject going and wanting nothing more that Matt walking in that door to give that discomfort an end.

"What do you think."

"Huh?" You blink confused after zoning out for what seemed like minutes.

"Do you think she's fair?"

"I-I-" You clean your throat "I mean she only kills bad man, right? Rapist, murderers. If you ask me, they deserve it." You shrug nervously.

Karen nods in agreement and Foggy seems to rather stay shut. You hear the creek of the door open and smile widely at the sight of the man in a suit. He always would look breathtaking for you. "Hey, love."

Matt smiles widely while opening his arms for a hug that you gladly welcome in. Drunk on his scent. He grabs your hand once you are apart and runs his fingers over the ring he had the pleasure to put on your hand months ago. It was a habit he unconsciously got since you made it official. As if feeling that ring on your hand reassured him that you were his and he was yours. He could remember the day of the proposal like it was yesterday, he felt like the happiest man alive.

...

You waited a few hours past dusk to sneak out the apartment window. Your suit was not as nearly well planned as Matt’s. If someone got the opportunity to see it from up close - which is why you avoided that type of contact - they’d easily notice how fragile it really was.

That wasn’t the only thing could readily set you apart from the Devil Of Hell’s Kitchen. When in your regular life you were the so called soulmates. Here, in the nights, suits on and starving for a fight, you were total opposites. You didn’t care if it came to a kill, in fact, your very purpose was killing.

Meanwhile Matthew, as the devoted catholic he was, felt in no position to judge who lived and who died, rather they deserve it or not, you did not give it much of a thought.

You never had really came to a day you had to confront Daredevil face to face, you didn’t normally bump into each other because, if you’re going to be honest, he scared the hell out of you. However, he’d warned you before if your killings kept on going, he’d “have to do something about it”, which you politely ignored and kept on going.

Now standing on top of a building, eyes on your target and sniper in hands, his voice played over and over in your head, disturbingly familiar and low. You take your eyes out the leans and turn your neck to check the rooftop behind you. Something felt wrong.

“Hello?” You ask. Frozen on your spot. Huffing when looking back in realization you’d lost your target you keep on looking for him when you feel the same freeze on your spine, but this time stronger. Someone was definitely here with you.

By the corner of your eye you see him. Devil Of Hell’s Kitchen, he wore a black suit, also visibly fragile just like yours, for a second you wonder why wasn’t he wearing his regular one. The black stripe on his head somehow made him even scarier.

“I warned you to stop.” He says in a raspy voice, still oddly familiar.

“You know I can’t do that.” Trying your best to keep your composure, you don’t even stand up to talk to him, staying in position still trying to aim your target.

“Can’t or don’t want to?”

“Maybe both.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Well, maybe you should.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

You scoff “Threatening a woman, Red? Twice now?”

“I’m going to repeat my question. Why are you doing this?”

“Ever had a sister, Red? A brother?” Now dropping your sniper angrily you get up to face him, your eyes watery. He shakes his head no.

“Yeah, well I had one. She-” You sniff before you keep on going. “She messed with the wrong people but she was a good person, she was the best and she-” You walk back to where you were standing before and point at the building in front of you. “That man, that’s my last target, I- I promise you if you’re so disturbed by this for some reason, he’s my last.”

“There’s always going to be more.”

“He got her killed and I want him down.”

“That’s not how things work.”

“Well, it is to me.”

“I can’t let you do this.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to stop me.” You stare where you thought might be localized his eyes though the black tissue, hoping he could see you meant what you just said.

Without warning he came forward to punch you and you dodged it hitting him on his chest. He didn't seem to flinch even a bit to your hits. The fighting was intense, you knew about his principles but fighting the man for the first time made you question if he really let people come out alive of it.

He fought like a beast. Agile. Strong. You were not as nearly as experienced as him on a 1 x 1 situation. Your deal was with weapons, mostly guns, knives maybe, but never like this, bare, nothing but your own body to strike, and surprise to no one, you were losing. And bad.

He carried your body to the collar of your suit, hitting your back at the wall, your mind was dizzy, your vision blurry and it felt like everything was twisting. You wonder for a glimpse if you'd die like this, on the rooftop of a dirty building, keeping an enormous secret from the ones you loved the most.

Your senses was definitely not at their best but you were sure you felt something fall out of your calloused hands, your ring. You think about Matt, you think of the possibility of him founding out your life ended like this. Bloody and alone. Your belly twists in disgust. What were you even doing?

The noise was not even near to alarming, a normal person might not even have noticed it, ignoring anything else around in the heat of the moment of a fight, but to Matt's ears it was cristal clear.

Not even he could tell the reason why but he leans and grabs it in his hands, the material and texture flooding him on memories and his eyes instantly going watery. It couldn't be. No.

"Y- y/n?"

You don't answer, too out of air to think anything straight, falling to the floor the second he let go of your neck. You cough and cry once you process his words. That's why the voice was familiar.

"Matt?" You ask between sobs and he pulls out his mask. The action itself hurting you way more than the physical pain you were in. God, you were a mess. "B-but, h-how, you- you are... Oh God..."

"Y/n..." He leans down to the level of your eyesight, crying as much as you were now. Thinking about the pain, in every sense, that you were feeling because of him. That along to the feeling of being betrayed as well.

His mind twisted and turned. How could he not have known? Your smell, your voice... He loved all of it, he lived for it and he swore he could recognise you anywhere.

"Can you see me?" You ask him, not sure to what point he pretended things anymore. Questioning now if what you had was even true. You were both lying to eachother, keeping things. Still, and you could say that only for yourself, your love for Matt was the most real part of your life.

"N-no. I'm- I can't."

"Okay..." You were not sure what to say. What do you say in a situation like this?

"Is it true?"

"What?"

"What you said about your sister, is that true?"

You nod, for a second forgetting he couldn't see you and leaving some seconds of awkward silence in between. "S-sorry, I- I nodded, yes it is."

"Why haven't you told me?"

"I could ask you the same."

"Touche." He grins sadly, trying to lift up your mood, if that was even possible. You were both so broken, still, you didn't seem to be able to step even a centimeter away from one another.

"Really, tho. Why?"

"I don't know..." He shrugged for the first time asking it to himself. Why?. He could have told you, he trusted you more than anyone else.

"Same." You sigh "Look, Matt, I- I'm so sorry... I haven't said anything, I'm sorry I lied, I'm sorry for..." you point at the blood spots that painted several spots of the roof, most of it being probably yours but still "for all of this..."

"I'm sorry, too. I don't know what came onto me. I'm not... I'm not even normally this violent is just..." He sighs looking for answers he did not have as well. "I'm really sorry."

"You think we can fix this?" You chuckle "Start over... Maybe?" You look at him hopefully "I truly do love you, Matthew. More than anything." The last words come out harsh and quiet, your throat closing into another cry by just thinking of the possibility you'd lost him forever. The possibility his answer might simply be stand up and walk out of there. Walk out of your life.

"I love you too, y/n. So freaking much." He hugs you tightly sobbing onto your shoulders, feeling your heart race as fast as ever, he hugs you even tighter when the guilt of physically having hurt you takes him over all at once.

He knew that for that he'd never be able to forgive himself. That ran over your head as well. But not you knew one another fully. There was nothing in this world standing between you and the love of your life.

Matt slides the ring back on your hand sniffing some tears on a red stained nose - from both getting punched and crying - he kisses your forehead and snuggles you onto his arms. Now no words needed to be said in that moment. But standing there together after what you just went through. That was a silent promise you'd never leave.