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seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana · 4 years

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Little AU of mine: MC has a YouTube channel where she makes covers of songs. She sings songs she really likes and she’d even make her own songs. This time, she made a song called “Death Bed”. The lyrics are the same as Death Bed by Powfu. It made me emotional so I’m making this fic! The background of the song is MC is dying in the hospital because of Hera trying to take over her body from their season 3 and she’s singing to Alex and how she hopes they’ll be happy. Listen to the original song and yeah🥺. But in the beginning of this fic (and when it switches to Alex), shes already dead so just gotta say that So yEAH. Hope y’all like this and @megatraven hope you cry like I almost did listening to this song!

They opened their eyes to another lonely day. They were in their apartments bedroom, sun shining through the window. If it was a normal day, then they’d smile at it and turn to their side to see MC. Their beautiful fiancé. Someone they loved with all of their heart. But...life wasn’t normal anymore.

Their fiancé was dead and they missed her.

They turned to their side to only be met with more room on the bed. The body that used to take up that space was no longer there.

It hurt. Gods it hurt them. They loved her with all their heart, and to know they couldn’t save her...crushed them. They sometimes went to her apartment and stay there. They felt a little comforted to be surrounded by things that were hers, but their apartment was also hers. Almost everything they had was hers. But now...they were on their own again. Well, not completely on their own.

They had their mother, Hades, May, and Josh. They all comforted each other and Alex knew it would get better with time, but they still felt so much pain. They missed her and they wanted her back. They almost turned into their mother. However, they didn’t have any favors to trade in to Hades to see MC again. They gave all their favors to save MC...but it didn’t work.

They got up and changed into their tank top and some black shorts and went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. As they watched the coffee be made, they grabbed their phone and went to YouTube to pull up a very familiar channel, with a very familiar voice. She made a song while she was in the hospital, and refused to show Alex until she was done with everything. It was a little surprising how she got everything to sound so good, but she was great at doing miracles to Alex. They pulled up their favorite song by that creator called “Death Bed,” and they listened as MCs voice filled the kitchen.

They sang the intro, “Dont stay awake for too long, don’t go to bed. I’ll make a cup of coffee for your head. It’ll get you up and going out of bed.”

At the mention of coffee, they pause the song to get their coffee. Everyday since she was gone, instead of making their coffee like they should, they made it like she would make it for them. Always a little too much of everything. Once they had it in a cup, they resumed the song, closed their eyes, and listened to MCs beautiful voice.

“Yeah, I don’t wanna fall asleep, I don’t wanna pass away.”

They remember holding onto her hand in the hospital, her trying to avoid everything about herself. She told them to go to work and to come back and tell her about everything. She didn’t want to die and it caused her to fear falling asleep. Alex would notice he dark rings under her eyes and they’d kiss her on her forehead, and try to help her fall asleep (they almost always did).

“I been thinking of our future, ‘cause I’ll never see those days.”

They knew she was thinking of how she couldn’t get married to Alex. She was always thinking of the future when they started dating, so the future was never far from her mind, especially when she was in the hospital...her life dwindling away. She wouldnt be able to have kids with them, she wouldn’t even be able to get married. They tried to keep hope, but they think secretly deep down they knew they wouldn’t see much longer with her by their side. It hurt...and from this song it hurt her too.

“I don’t know why this has happened, but I probably deserve it. I tried to do my best, but you know I’m not perfect.”

Everytime they saw MC in the hospital, they knew she blamed herself. She even told them that she blamed herself. She believed this was just karma coming back at her, but they still believe differently. They believe-no they know she was an innocent woman being killed because of the gods selfish desires. And they know she tried her hardest when she was in the hospital to get better, but nothing was working. No medication or time could heal what the goddess’s power was slowly deteriorating.

“I been praying for forgiveness, you’ve been praying for my health.”

Alex would sometimes hear MC mumble, “I’m sorry,” to them. She was apologizing because she knew she didn’t have much time with them. She knew she couldn’t be there for much longer, and she felt guilt. She prayed to them for forgiveness and hoped they’d forgive her when she’s gone. However, Alex always focused on her health. They remember doing anything she wanted them to do and doing anything for the gods to see if they could fix this. To see if they could save her...

“When I leave this Earth, hopin’ you’ll find someone else.”

As they listened to her sing those words, their heart shattered a bit more. They couldn’t love someone else. It was almost impossible. They loved her and gave their forever to her. Even if she was gone, they’d wait. They’d wait for their end or for her to somehow come back one day. They’d always wait for her.

“My life was kinda short, but I got so many blessings. Happy you were mine, it sucks that it’s all ending.”

MC always said she loved Alex, but to hear it in a song made them fall deeper in love with her. To hear her consider them a blessing, made their heart so happy but also hurt. They always wondered if she knew that she was a blessing to them. She was the most important thing to them, and hope she left knowing that.

“I’m happy that you’re here with me, Im sorry if I tear up.”

Alex remembers staying beside MC almost everyday. She was in the hospital for around 6 months, and they almost never left her side. Only to go take a shower, change clothes, or to eat. They just couldn’t leave her side. They wanted to be there if she needed something and they were happy that she was happy with them there.

“When me and you were younger, you would always make me cheer up. Taking goofy videos and walking through the park. You would jump into my arms every time you heard a bark.”

Alex smiled as she sang those lyrics. She remembered all the times they had together as kids, even in her final moments. They remembered cheering her up if she fell down, showing off their aura to cheer her up, taking funny videos together (sometimes Josh would join), and they remember an embarrassing moment. They were on the surface and they heard a dog bark...and they remember clinging onto her a little bit. They didn’t hate dogs, but they weren’t used to them, so it scared them a little bit. MC always held onto them back and told them it was okay. They were so happy she remembered happy times with them together.

“Soon you’ll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me.”

As she sang that part of the song, it hit deep. They both knew she was dying in the hospital and that there was nothing to do about it, but only one of them was denying it. Alex would keep hope that she’d be alive and could live their future out, but she accepted it and tried to do things she loved. She’d draw, she wrote this song, she talked to everyone she loved, and she comforted Alex the best she could. But she would always say sorry. It wasn’t that much of a surprise to hear a ‘sorry’ in here.

They then sang the outro, “Dont stay awake for too long, don’t go to bed. I’ll make a cup of coffee for your head. It’ll get you up and going out of bed.” And repeated it as long as the song did. Their voice mixed in with MCs voice and they felt tears slide down their cheeks.

They missed her so much, and this song was just a reminder of her life and how she loved them. Her memory and voice would live on for the rest of their life, and they picked up the phone, moved to the living room, layed on the couch, and closed their eyes as they listened to the song on repeat. Just like they did

Every day.

OkAAAAAY. I don’t think this was as good as I wanted it to be, but I hope it was good! I didn’t want to include ALL the lyrics bc that’s just a little hNNNNbn. So I just included some of them and yh. Go listen to the song but now with MCs POV and go cry >:) @megatraven. But I hope y’all liked this! Feedback is appreciate (but you don’t have to lol).

Once again, its late, and I don’t want to proofread right nOW SO YEAAAH.

#alex cyprin #astoria fates kiss alex #astoria fates kiss #afk #my writing #I LOVE ALEX #AND THIS SONG #IN MCs POV IF SHE WAS DEAD AND MADE THE SONG WHILE SHE WAS IN THE HOSPITAL #HURT ME AND IM LIKE #‘this had GOTTA happen’

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iamthesinlord · 6 years

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Fake!Laf AU: Mine ღ

Ships: HamLaf, Jamilton

Lots O Lots O Smut

Alex Fidgeted Slightly, Giggling, And Blushing As The Frenchmen Gingerly Spreads Soft Kisses On Alex’s Neck And Shoulders. Alexander Laughs And Pushes Laf Back Into The Sheets. “Gil Staph, You Know That Tickles And You Know We Have To Get Ready For Roll Call In Less Than A Hour!~”

Alexander Goes To Get Out Of Bed, A Strong Pair Of Arms Slither Around His Thin Frame, Retraining Him From Getting Up. “C’Mon Amour~ Have Alil Fun, You Dont Always Have To Be So Ontop Of Everything~” He Placed More Gentle Kisses On Alex’s Lower Back, Making The Smaller Man Arch His Back Inwards And Shiver.

“Now Now, Dont Start Something You Cant Finish” Alexander Grabs Lafayette’s Arms And Managed To Pull Them From Around Him, He Gets Up And Pulls His Clothes Out From The Closet. “And Besides, Im Not Ontop Of ‘Everything’~” Alex Says Cheekily.

A Soft Blush Dusts Over Lafayette’s Cheekbones, He Groans And Turns Onto His Back, Pulling A Pillow Over His Face. Alex Smiles And Rolls His Eyes, Walking Back Over To The Bed And Crawls Ontop Of His Lover, Sitting On His Waist. “Your Ontop Of Everything Now, Mon Cher~”

Alex Gasped Pushed The Pillow Down Over Lafs Face, Lafayette Made Muffled Laughs As His Large Hands Gripped Onto Alex’s Waist. Alex Knew He Was Fucked Now. Laf Lifted Alexander Up And Turned To The Left So That Now He was Ontop Of Alex.

Alexander Laughed And Sighed Happily, Sliding His Hands On Lafayette’s Cheeks. They Gave Each Other Woodpecker Kisses, Then Slowly Turned Into Deep And Slightly Lustful Kisses.

“I Suppose A Quickie Wouldnt Hurt Anyone~” The Caribbean Male Giggled.

Lafayette Slid His Hand Up The Side On His BoyFriends Bare Body, Biting His Lip Slightly And Staring Deep Into His Deep Almond Eyes. Alexander Loved How Gentle Lafayette Was With Him, It Wasnt Too Slow For It To Seem Like Teasing But It Wasnt Too Hard To Where Alex Would Get Back Pains The Next Day, Unless Alexander Desperately. It Was Nice, And Affectionate.

They Were Already Naked From The Night Before, So Basically They Were Just Taking It Slow, They Had About 45 Minutes Now. Alexander Slid His Leg Up Lafs Side, Pulling Their Bodies Closer Together Before Locking His Lovers Body Close To His By Wrapping Both Legs Around Him.

Alex’s Body Practically Begged For His Touch, And Lafayette Greatly Obliged. He Gently Bit Alexanders Neck, Slowly Sliding His Hard-On Into Alexander Entrance. “M-Mmm..~” Alex Let Out Soft Noises From Only The First Few Slow Thrusts.

Laf Could Barely Maneuver From Inside Alex From How Tight It Was, He Had To Pick Up The Pace Faster To Create Pleasurable Friction. Alex Moans Got More Louder And Arousing, Causing Lafayette To Plunge Deeper. While Alex’s Moans Rang In Laf’s Ears, He Panted Heavily. “M-Merde~” He Leaned Down, Kissing Alex Passionately, Muffling The Moans That Escaped Alex’s Mouth.

It Felt Heavenly, Laf Was Hitting In All The Right Spots. It Was Only When Laf Had Hit Into Alex’s Prostate, Did Alex Go Completely Over Board, He Had Came Onto Their Stomach. “G-Gil!!~”

Lafayette Couldn’t Lie That He Was Getting Close As Well, He Picked Up His Pace, But Kept Hitting Into That Same Spot. Alex’s Moans Were Really Loud, His Eyes Rolled Into The Back Of His Head From So Much Pleasure. Laf Slowly Pulled Out Till The Tip Then Slid It Back In Deeply, Releasing Himself Inside His Partner, They Both Let Out A Moan Of Relief In Unison.

Laf Slowly Pulled Out And Lay’d To The Right Of Alex, Holding Him Closely, Both Men Breathless. Alex Was Exhausted, He Peaked Over At The Clock. “F-Fuck! Lafayette, We’re Gonna Be Late, Washingtons So Not Gonna Be Happy!!” Alex Jumped Outa Bed And Quickly Shuffled To Get His Clothes Up And His Hair Done Into A Ponytail.

When They Both Where Ready They Gave Each Other A Soft Kiss. “Ill See You On The Other Side, Hun” Alex Said, Looking Up At Him. Lafayette Smiled Softly.”Till We Meet Again”

They Ran Out Of the House To Roll Call And Went Their Separate Ways.

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The War Was Difficult For Them, They Had Their Eyes On Each Other To Make Sure They Were Still Okay. Eventually When It Was Over And Everyone Regrouped Laf Had Saw His Lover And Hugged Him, He Couldn’t Stay Long, He Had To Scurry To France To Help His People, Which Alexander Completely Understood.

After The War Alexander Actually Started Working In Law, It Wasnt Easy, Theres Was Alot Of Jackass People, But Then He Upgraded And Worked Under Washington In Government.Speaking Of Jackass People, A New Guy Named Thomas Jefferson Just Decides To Walk In With His “What Did I Miss” Lookin Ass, And Gets The Job As Secretary Of State Right On The Spot

Alex Thought he Was Disgusting, He Only Talked With Him Once In The Beginning Because He Came Back From France From Working With Lafayette, Speaking Of Said Frenchmen, He Tried To Keep In Touch With Lafayette Through Letters So He Could At Least Keep His Sanity.

Thomas On The Other Hand Had Wrote To Lafayette For 2 Reasons, To Continue Working And Discussing Things From Long Distance, And To Discuss Other Things Because They Have Developed Some Sort Of A Friend Ship While They Were Working.

Just When Alex Thought Things Were Shit At The Moment Without Lafayette, He Later Finds Out Through One Of Lafayette's Friends That he Was Thrown In Jail. Alexander Was Distraught, He Became So Irritable And Distant From Everybody, He Only Got Slightly Better When Laf Was Gonna Be Taken Out In A Month or So.

Meanwhile In Meetings, Jefferson Found Curiosity In The Way He Felt When Hamilton Had Argued With Him, Or When he Stated A Claim, Or Even How Hard He Tended To Work Some Nights. Thomas’s Skin Crawled, He Thought It To Be Disgust But Instead Found It To Be Lustful Hunger.

Even Tho Laf Had Alot Of Limited Time When it Came To Writing Letters Back To Them, He Had Told Lafayette About He Felt, And If He Understood, He Would Be Taking His Friends Identity. When Laf Had Time to Respond He Gave Jefferson A Word Of Warning.((Yall Already Know About This Part, So Skippy Dooo))

Thomas Smiles In The Mirror As He Puts His Hair Up The Way Lafayette Has His, And Puts On A Similar Clothing Style To Lafs. He Goes Walks Out, Going To Hamiltons Home. His Heart Raced As He Knocks On The Door And Waits. The Door Slowly Opens, Showing The Smaller Man, His Eyes Immediately Lights Up As He Jumps Into His ‘BoyFriends’ Arms.

“Oh My God, Gil!! You Said You’ll Be Out In A Month, What Is This!?” Alex Said In A Somewhat High Pitched Voice. Thomas Smiled And Pulled Off His Best French Accent. “Surprised? I Was Able To Get Early Bail”

Alex Squealed Happily And Kissed Thomas Lovingly, Thomas Had Tensed Up Slightly, But Quickly Melting Into The Kiss As He Picked Up Alex. Thomas Had Never Felt So Alive, The More He Was Near Alex, the More He Was Obsessed.

Alex Wrapped His Legs Around Thomas’s Waist, Sliding His Hands Onto Jeffersons Cheeks And Making The Kiss Deeper. Thomas Slowly Walked Up Into The Bedroom, Alex Was Growing Extremely Needy Since He Had Gone Without Sex Since Before The War.

Alex Had Moved His Hands Down And Removed Thomas’s Shirt, Thomas Lay’d Alex Down On The Bed And Looked Down At Him. Alex Was Giggling And Biting His Lip While Slowly Unbuttoning His Own Shirt, He Wanted- No, Needed Him.

Thomas Grinned And Helped Hamilton Remove His Pants And Boxers, And Alex Did The Same For Him. Alexander Pulled Thomas Down And Got Ontop Of Him, Slowly Inserting Thomas Into Him. Alex Moaned Loudly, He Felt That “Laf” Had Gotten Bigger, But Quickly Shrugging Off Thinking It Has Been Awhile.

Alexander Didnt Waist Any Time, He Rode Thomas At The Pace They Normally Went To, Which Was Just Enough For Alex, But Not For Thomas. Thomas Groaned Slightly And Slid His Hands On Alex’s Waist, Moving The Shorter Male Faster.

“A-Ahh!!~ B-Babe? W-Why So Rough All The Sudden?” Alex Whined Slightly, He Was Feeling Only Abit Of Discomfort, But It Was Starting To Not be Pleasant. Thomas Had To Think Fast, He Sat Up And Kissed Alex’s Neck And Shoulders. “I-I Just Missed You So Much, Its Been So Long~” He Panted Slightly Onto His Neck.

Alex Smiled Softly And Sped Up For Thomas, The Pain Slowly Becoming Pleasure. “I Missed You Too!~” He Moaned Out, Kissing Thomas Deeply. Thomas Smiled And Wrapped His Arms Around Alex, Everytime Alex Were To Come Down He Would Thrust Up Into Him.

Alex Moans Got Louder And Louder As The Pace And Roughness Incressed, Sometimes Alex Would Jump Or Twitch when Thomas Had Hit Into One Of Alex Sensitive Spots. Alex Wrapped His Arms Around Thomas’s Neck, A Familiar Knot Was Forming In His Stomach.

After A Few More Thrust Alex Had Came Between Them And Thomas Couldnt Hold It In Much Longer Before He Released Himself Into Alex. Alex Panted And Smiled Softly While Looking Into Thomas’s Eyes. “I-I Love You, Laf..~” He Said Breathlessly.

Thomas Smirked Lightly, He Was Exhausted But He Knew This Is Exactly Where He Wanted Alex. “I Love You Too, Cher~” He Kissed Alex Forehead And Lay’d Down With Him. “Tell Me Your Mine..”

Alex Looked Up At Thomas And Pecked His Lips Softly. “Im All Yours..~”

“Perfect~”

1599 Words

I Wanted To To The Loveless Ending Tbh But I Dont Have Time cause The Suns Coming Out

AU Creator: @virusap

Story Written For: @sparkskun

#fake! laf au #hamlaf #jamilton #smut

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piratekenway · 7 years

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Oooh, can I have hamdevil AU? I don't care what just anything for it. (Though I would love to see Matt and Hamilton fighting some issue out, with words)

haha OKAY. this is more “Hamilton gets rescued by Daredevil a few times and there’s ship tease” in general, whoops.

title: careful how you proceed

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“I swear to fucking God, Mur–Daredevil,” says Alexander, “if you don’t put me down right now I am going to kick your ass all the way back to the office, just you watch me.”

Matt, underneath the mask, has the nerve to smile. Well, of course he can, it’s not like Alexander can follow up on that threat when Matt’s got him in his arms, and under normal circumstances, Alexander would be somewhat appreciative of Matt’s arms. But these aren’t normal circumstances.

“Your back might give out,” Matt says.

“Unlike you, I don’t do that parkour ninja bullshit,” says Alexander. “Also, fuck you, my back is fine.”

“I can hear it creaking, actually,” Matt mildly says.

“Your ass,” says Alexander, “the office.”

Somewhere behind them, a–well, Alexander’s not actually sure, and he peers over Matt’s shoulder to check–a guy in, hand to God, frog-themed armor is hopping after them on the ground. There are springs on his feet. His–webbed feet.

Sometimes Alexander loves the 21st century, and all the advances made since 1804 that have enabled more freedom than Alexander could’ve ever dreamed of.

Then sometimes it pulls shit like this.

“Why the hell do you get the lamest supervillains?” he asks.

“You should ask Parker about the White Rabbit sometime,” says Matt, casually, as he runs over a very thin catwalk and oh god Alexander’s just not going to look down. If he looks down, he’s pretty sure he’s going to have a heart attack and die again on the spot, and he’d much rather go out in either a blaze of glory or in bed.

The blaze of glory’s preferred.

“The what now?” he asks, keeping his eyes on Matt’s face.

“She threw rabid bunnies at him once,” says Matt.

Alexander gapes at him. Then: “So she saw too much Monty Python?”

“I knew letting Foggy show you Monty Python and the Holy Grail was a terrible idea,” Matt gripes.

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A. Hamilton @adothamit’s official, this election is wilder than the 1800 elections #thatssayingsomething http://wapo.st/1QtUQmM

A. Hamilton @adotham@foreversherlocked SINCE YOU ASKED FOR EXAMPLES: TJeffs did not discuss dick size in a presscon (1/?)

A. Hamilton @adothamthe GOP’s newest embarrassment can’t even #talkless #burrisrollinginhisgrave (2/?)

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A. Hamilton @adothamand half my feed and two of my coworkers have started referring to @tedcruz as a serial killer #explain (21/?)

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A. Hamilton @adothamso IN CONCLUSION the monkeys have taken over the zoo aka the GOP, best election ever (48/48)

Casey W @foreversherlockedis it just me or is @adotham the guy who’s been writing to the Post under a Latin pen name #theanswerisyes

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MATT:that explains the increase in rocks through your windowplease find better aliases alex

A. HAM:whats wrong with favonius

MATT:it sounds latindidnt you write under latin pen names all the timefind something less obvious

A. HAM:says the actual DAREDEVILalso i am hurt that you think i just pick names because they “sound latin”wikipedia is right there

MATT:blame the bulletin for that name i didnt choose itand also48 tweets?really??

A. HAM:i was aiming for 51 but then i got put in twitter jailalso you dont have a twitter how do you know that

MATT:you forget foggy and karen follow youthey were telling me the whole thingstop flooding karens feed she says she will actually murder you

A. HAM:nah she wouldntshe loves me

MATT:she says “try me”

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The second time Alexander finds himself in Matt’s rather well-toned arms, it’s after someone decides to kidnap somebody connected to Nelson & Murdock to Send A Message. He’s sort of glad it’s not Karen they kidnapped, but then again, Karen once maced a guy because he put his hand on her thigh.

At the same time, though, it’s a blow to his pride that they picked him and not, y’know, the other two lawyers hanging around.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you liked playing damsel in distress,” Matt teases.

Alexander glares blearily up at him. He’s not sure what drug they got him with that everything’s still kind of hazy and blurry. He’s going to kick his kidnappers’ ass. Just as soon as he can stand. “Fuck you too, Daredevil,” he tells Matt. “Get me out of here so we can sue their faces off.”

Behind them, someone yells something in–well, Alexander’s not sure, but it’s definitely not a language he knows. Matt ducks just behind a crate, and Alexander hears a crack of a gunshot, sees something splinter beside them.

“You know,” Alexander says, “back in my day, lawyers didn’t get kidnapped and shot at. That, you saved for the actual war.”

“Yeah, well, welcome to the 21st century,” says Matt, laying Alexander down next to a crate and pulling his sticks out. “We’re big on equality here.” He cocks his head to the side, as if listening to something, then says, “You gonna be okay?”

“I survived the revolution and getting shot in the shoulder,” says Alexander, sitting up straight and wincing, because fuck damn but everything’s still spinning, kind of. “I can damn well survive your idea of a rescue. Which sucks, by the way.”

“It’s getting you out, isn’t it?” says Matt, with a cocky grin, and then he’s off.

Alexander leans his head against the crate, breathes in and out, and murmurs, “You better come out of this fight alive, Murdock, or Foggy’ll kill me.”

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They come out of it alive.

Karen hugs Alexander so tightly he eventually has to break away in order to just breathe. Foggy hugs Matt–well, not that tightly, the guy needs his ribs, after all.

“Thanks, by the way,” says Alexander, once his scrapes and bruises have been attended to.

“I thought you didn’t like my idea of a rescue,” says Matt, holding an ice pack to his head. “You said it sucked.”

“I stand by what I said,” says Alexander, sitting down next to him and hissing softly at the jolt of pain through his side, now the drug’s worn off. “Every bit of it. But you got us out, and I’m grateful for that.”

Matt’s gaze doesn’t quite lock on him–instead, they’re focused on a spot somewhere to the right of Alexander. Months of working in close quarters with Matthew Murdock, but this is the first time, Alexander realizes, that he’s really had the opportunity to look closely at his eyes.

In this light, they look kind of hazel. They’re–pretty, Alexander thinks, and he can see why Foggy accuses Matt of somehow drawing all the girls to him.

The silence stretches on just a beat too long, before Matt grins, cocks his head to the side, says, “That mean I get a kiss?”

“I take it back,” Alexander says, shoving lightly at his shoulder. “Next time I get kidnapped, I want Spider-man to rescue me, ‘cause you’re a dick.”

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After the case is won, the first thing that happens is that Foggy drags all of them out to Josie’s for an overdue thank fucking God you’re not dead party. They’ve been having that regularly, lately, and Alexander keeps finding himself as the designated Responsible One, but not tonight.

“I’m just–” he starts, then stops. “I’m just, look, I’m just sayin’–the world-buildin’ doesn’t make sense, at least in the prequels I knew why the Republic was a goddamn mess–”

“Tone it down,” Matt tells him. For once in his life, he’s the Responsible One, because Alexander’s hell-bent on getting blind (heh!) stinking drunk, because he deserves it after being kidnapped by mafia nutjobs looking to send a message.

For, like, the third time in as many months.

“The prequels were terrible,” says Foggy, three sheets to the wind. “I love you Alex but you are so wrong.”

“Hell no I’m not,” Alexander says. “Look, the script was shitty and the romance was shoehorned in, but goddammit you could see where the Republic was going wrong and how and why the Empire rose, okay–”

“Because there was a Sith Lord in charge and he engineered a war, which would’ve been convincing if he wasn’t so obviously evil–why would anyone trust him–”

“I’m not talkin’ ‘bout how convincing Palpatine was, I’m talkin’ ‘bout how he engineered the fall of the Republic and the Jedi by exploiting the flaws in both, flaws that could’ve easily been fixed–”

“Okay, okay,” says Karen, manicured fingers plucking the bottle of whiskey from Alexander’s grip, “I think I’ve heard enough. And I think you guys have had enough, if you’re arguing about Star Wars.”

“You’re a Trekkie, Karen, you don’t get it,” Foggy tells her. “And one day we shall tempt you to the Dark Side, with our–with our cookies! And our lightsabers. Lightsabers, Karen.”

“Or I’ll tempt you to the Federation,” Karen shoots back, grinning.

“Never!”

“Dorks,” Alexander stage-whispers to Matt, who gives a small huff of laughter, ducking his head, mouth stretching upwards in an actual smile. “Hey, look who’s smiling!”

“I smile plenty,” Matt argues. “Anyway, Karen’s right. You’re both very, very drunk, and we should be getting you home.”

“Aww, Matt,” Foggy groans.

“Matt’s right, we’re going to get you home before either of you puke on someone,” says Karen, hauling Foggy to his feet despite his protests of it was one time. “I’ll take Foggy, you take Alex?”

“That’ll be hilarious,” says Matt, with a laugh. “The blind guy leading the drunk guy down the street.”

“May I remind you of the parkour ninja bullshit you pull off on a regular basis, Matthew goddamn Murdock?” Alexander says.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Matt innocently says, and Alexander shoves at his shoulder. Or, well, tries to–he manages to shove at Matt’s face instead. Well, now he remembers why he doesn’t usually drink this much–his hand-eye coordination is shot to shit. He won’t be doing any writing tonight. “All right, come on, up.”

“I’m up, I’m up,” Alexander says, as Matt hauls him up. If he leans a little on Matt, that’s only because everything’s spinning and he needs some support, nothing more.

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alcxhamms:guys guys GUYS

i think i just saw a dot ham and the murdock half of n&m stumbling drunkenly down the street and i am not sure how i managed not to squeal like a pig but like

they were

really

like ham had his arm around murdock and you know that #lams moment during the grammys that SET ME ON FIRE

it was exactly like that

#i was p far away so i couldn’t really tell what they were talking about but like #at one point ham was LOOKING INTO HIS EYES (and the sky’s the limit) #or like looking into his shades #my point is #they were VERY CLOSE and i was very close to dying right then and there #i’m going straight to hell

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“Hey, hey, watch out–pothole–”

“Yeah, yeah,” says Alexander, sidestepping and pulling Matt along with him. They look, frankly, ridiculous, swaying back and forth like a newborn giraffe, but Alexander doesn’t care. “Hey, Matt. Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“You gotta do this more often,” he says. “Taking a break.”

Matt huffs out a laugh, says, “That’s rich coming from you. You write like you’re running out of time.”

“Half the time with you assholes, I am running out of time,” Alexander says. “But also, I don’t show up to work bruised all to hell and back, like I went fifteen rounds with a seriously pissed off Hessian.”

“Ten,” says Matt. “And there were two of them.”

“See, when you say shit like that, I get worried,” Alexander says, grabbing hold of Matt’s shoulders to face him. “You’re an asshole, and your idea of a rescue sucks, but you’re my friend. You go down somehow–get arrested or get killed, whichever–and what do you think will happen?”

“You, Foggy, and Karen continue the good work Nelson & Murdock’s been doing,” says Matt.

“No, you’d break our hearts–and also possibly fuck us all over because of all the laws we’re breaking–but that aside,” says Alexander, stepping in closer before Matt can say something else, “that aside, asshole, it’s your name following Foggy’s on the sign. You’re important to us. And you’re important to me.”

“Huh,” says Matt, “you really are drunk, if you’re coming right out with that.”

“I am being heartfelt here,” Alexander tells him. “You were one of my very first friends when I got here. You’re a goddamn liar and you’re shit at doing it, somehow, but you’re my friend. You know how hard it is for me to keep those, and I want to keep you.”

“Foggy and Karen?”

“I wanna keep them too,” says Alexander, “but they’re sensible, they don’t go out every night to punch people in the face. You do.” He lets out a breath and says, softly, “Go out with us. Not all the time, but–sometimes. Let the city keep for a night, let the police do what they’re supposed to do for a night. Take a break.”

“Said the pot to the kettle,” says Matt.

“The pot’s not punching criminals in the face every night,” says Alexander.

“The kettle’s not mouthing off to gangsters and crime lords in the courtroom,” says Matt. “Not often, anyway.”

“I told Foggy not to tell you about that time!” Alexander says, with a huff. “Also you are distracting me. You always distract me.”

“Not always,” Matt argues, a corner of his mouth quirking upwards in a smile. Alexander wonders, suddenly, if Matt can hear his heartbeat speeding up, as if he’s a maiden on her wedding night. “I imagine it takes a lot to distract you.”

“You’re right,” says Alexander, relieved for the out. Then he ruins it by adding: “But you make it look easy. See, you’re doin’ it now, giving me that look, being all sly and coy–Matt.”

Matt covers his mouth up and coughs unconvincingly. “What look?” he says.

“That look! With your eyes! And your smile!” Alexander plants a hand on Matt’s face for emphasis, nearly sends the both of them toppling into an alley. “Now I’ve lost track of what I was talking about, you dick,” he complains, as Matt rights them both. “Where was I–oh, yeah, take a goddamn break, Murdock.”

“And when was the last time you did?” says Matt.

“Fuck you,” Alexander says, “do not make this about me.”

“I was not!” says Matt, holding one hand up, as if he’s swearing on the Bible before a court of law. “Hand to God, on my honor as a Catholic lawyer.”

“You beat people up at night,” says Alexander.

“On my honor as a Catholic lawyer vigilante,” Matt amends, which is hardly any better in Alexander’s opinion. “Seriously, Alex, your work ethic is intense enough that it scares me, sometimes. How do you find the time to do everything you’re doing?”

“I have a day planner,” says Alexander.

“Liar, I heard your heartbeat,” says Matt.

“Heartbeat detectors can be unreliable,” says Alexander, and Matt huffs out a breath and shoves lightly at him. “Ow! Dammit, Murdock, I’m almost fifty–”

“You are fifty,” says Matt.

“Almost,” Alexander stresses. “Anyway, I took a break this very night, so, ha.”

“Before tonight,” says Matt.

“Last Friday,” says Alexander. He pauses, searches through his memory for a second, then says, “Wait, was last Friday the 13th, or–”

“You’re thinking last month,” says Matt, holding him up. He turns his head just as they pass underneath a streetlight, and for a moment it’s as if Matt has been crowned with a halo of fire and thorns, burning brightly against the dark, an avenging angel come to render judgment. Or a vengeful demon, come to do some bloody work.

“Oh,” says Alexander.

Then Matt cocks his head to the side, says, “So I think this is your stop, I can smell your neighbors from here,” and he’s just plain old Matt again.

Oh, thinks Alexander, heart breaking again, because he has been down this road before, seen how men like avenging angels seeking freedom and justice come to violent ends, loved them so much it hurt to fall, fuck.

–

MATT:hey you up

A. HAM:i am in pain and someone needs to turn the fucking sun offits too bright im gonna die

MATT:i did tell you not to try for the eel yesterday nightremember anything about last night

A. HAM:god i dont knoweverythings blurry after foggy dared me to drink that last shotuuuuugh

MATT:if it helps he cant remember anything eitheryoull be pleased to know i managed to get you home without punching anyone in the face

A. HAM:holy shit its a miraclesomeone call the vatican

MATT:youre hilarious

–

The next time Alexander finds himself at Mepkin Abbey, sitting at Laurens’ grave, he lays a bouquet of white lilies at the headstone, then sets a half-drained bottle of wine upright next to it.

“My dear Laurens,” says Alexander, “I think–no, I know I fucked up.” He lets out a long breath, runs a hand through his hair, and says, “Have I told you about Matthew Murdock?”

–

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