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dragonleesupporter · 4 years

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Unloved Siblings Part 2

Author’s note: ALRIGHT! I worked REALLY hard on this one to make sure it was good. Hope you all enjoy!

WARNING: This is a tickle fic, it also includes Remus, and thoughts about suicide.)

Description: Remus and Debaja meet in a dark, grey landscape.

Remus paced up and down the hallway, unsure of how to execute his plan. He needed a place to commit the deed. He knew he couldn’t go to his own room, since he shared it with Roman, and didn’t want to risk getting caught. Deceit had banished him from the snake’s room shortly after the duke had introduced his idea. Logan would catch him for sure, being hyperaware of everything around him, and Patton’s room was too soft and fluffy. The duke would get so caught up in the overwhelming sentimentality that surrounded him there that it would put a stop to his plans for sure. And Virgil’s room-DON’T even THINK about it…

“So… how do I do it…?” He wondered out loud.

He paced a few more minutes before an idea came into his head.

When they were all younger, Deceit had told the green side about a grey realm where souls travel as mere shadows of who they used to be… and if the duke remembered correctly… Deceit’s sarcastic wording was “It’s totally not where soul fragments go to die…”

Perfect.

…

Remus entered his room and summoned a portal. It had been a while since he had used one, so the duke had to try multiple times to get it to actually go through, but once it was completed, he knew he was ready. With empty greyness waiting for him on the other side, he rushed toward it like a long-lost friend, diving through the portal as it abruptly closed behind him.

All around him was grey. It felt tight, like a cramped office space, yet the duke could see infinite darkness around him; no walls in sight.

“Shadows indeed…” The green side commented as he stared around at all the black creatures shuffling around him.

They walked in a way that made it look like they had somewhere to go, but Remus realized they were just moving wildly around like fish in a bowl. There was nowhere to go. Nothing to do, no one truly awake in the grey world…

And there was no one who cared if Remus killed himself in that moment.

The duke smiled crazily; pupils dilated.

“Perfect. Just swell!” He pranced in a circle, startling some of the ghosts.

The green side drew out his mace and stared into his distorted reflection with a mixture of emotions.

Was he really going to do this?

No. It was already decided. Remus HAD to do this… Not just for him and his brother… but for all the dark sides. He had to show those light ones… Even if it meant he couldn’t come back…

He raised his mace out in front of him with the intent of banging his own head in with the iron spike-ball. He could already feel his being draining away with the coldness of the Greyscape. Right as he was about to swing, one of the shadows bumped into him, knocking the mace out of his hands.

“Mother-” Remus, frustrated, cursed under his breath, trying to look for where he had dropped his prized tool in the dim light just to have another ice-cold body clash with his shoulder and wing, hard enough to knock him over.

The duke sat up quickly and shivered, the wonderfully uncomfortable feeling of ice claws digging into his skin. Another silhouette slipped past him, making his whole body shudder with the urge to flinch away, yet, this was what Remus was made of. The things that made people uncomfortable. Another went around him, and then another brushed up against him increasing the unexplainably terrible feeling. Another, another, until it reached the point where Remus was barely keeping himself from curling up from all the pins and needles sinking into his skin, like his whole body had fallen asleep! He couldn’t decide whether he was enjoying it or not until another figure went past him, except this time, a wave of warmth washed away a little bit of the ice shards, surprising both him and the other figure.

He turned around, to see the only other creature with any color to their skin. It was a fairly big form; four legs, long whip-like tail, patchy, dark purple fur, dragon-like claws on the ends of each leg, a dog-like snout, two foggy, bloodshot, pink eyes that painfully sunk into its skull, a pair of harshly damaged wings and extremely long, bat-like ears with sharp tufts at each end. You could see its bones through its fur. It looked half-dead… It looked… so ugly… and Remus loved it.

The creature drew closer, appearing to sense something coming from the duke.

Momentarily, Debaja saw all three of her friends surround the green side; Physical Pain, Emotional Turmoil, and Mental Instability, and knew this person needed her help immediately.

She took a few more steps forward, and Remus did the same out of curiosity.

“Who the hell are you?” The duke cocked his head to the side.

“Debaja…” Her weak voice responded as she used her jaw to speak, despite it constantly trembling.

“Debaja huh? My name’s Remus. You don’t look too fresh, Debaja…” Remus commented, quirky smile undeniable. “What kind of party did you go to??”

“Abandoned by My Sibling Party. How about you? You look like everything’s gone to shit.” Debaja sat down and the duke did the same, facing each other as their voices echoed off the empty beings around them.

Remus was slightly taken aback by the creature’s unfiltered, deep tone, and, despite longing to find a creature of this status for so long, the green side felt uncomfortable and even a little frightened at how calm and dismissive Debaja’s voice was in comparison to her harsh outlook. But yet again, Remus was loving all of it at the same time.

“I just got back from that party too…” The mustached man admitted, his shoulder’s slumping over as his characteristically wide smile dropped to a tired frown. “Except mine had a song in it which refers to a walking butthole singing while judging a sinning sexdoll. My brother just can’t seem…”

The comfort monster took a chance and slid behind the duke as he began to rant, the opportunity too great to miss.

Remus was confused before he felt both sets of claws resting on his shoulders. Just the presence of the digits made him shiver as warmth began spread through his body.

The Master of Chaos, the side that makes everyone uncomfortable, the literal BAD side of Creativity was leaning back into another creature he didn’t even know, more relaxed than he had ever been.

The purple half was shocked by the waves of comfort flowing off the duke in such grand amounts. Debaja hadn’t even started the massage for Christ’s sake! When she did snap out of her surprise, and started to actually massage the green side’s shoulders, the relaxed grunt that came from him was good enough to fill the monster’s hunger for weeks.

Oh, this was nice. Remus being massaged by a stranger. A fellow unloved sibling, if you will. His whole body turned to spaghetti as Debaja dug her claws into his shoulder blades at the bases of his wings, where stress had been building up for god knows how long.

“You’ve been hurt…” She noted, tracing her claws gently over a couple scars Remus had on his neck.

“Yeah. Flaming swords were so much cooler in my head.” The duke retorted, melting back into the monster of comfort as he purred happily, not even remembering the last time he had felt this way.

“You’re touch-starved.” Debaja commented yet again, feeling out Remus’s poor, cold and barren heart inside his chest.

“Looks like I’m not the only one.” The green side couldn’t help the lazy smirk on his face. “You literally look like you’re starving, darling.”

“Well, I feed off laughter and the feeling of comfort emitting from others. My sister has been deemed more important… depleting my chances of surviving by taking all the attention and starving me.

“Oh, my sweet Tommity Thomas Sanders!” Remus exclaimed, almost in a drunk-like fashion with the purple monster’s claws still working out the last of the kinks in his back. “Same here! My brother is always the favored one! That red pain in the neck never has any time for me anymore!”

“Did you say red?” Debaja paused her massage, though Remus still rolled his head back and smiled up at her like an idiot.

“Yes! The great prince wears a red sash much like mine and a terrible white tunic underneath. How does he keep that thing clean? Seriously, if I were to wear it, it would be PAINFULLY obvious what I do at night.” Remus looked up at the purple creature and saw a smile on her lips.

“My sister met him.” She finally finished untying all the knots in the duke’s poor back, and, despite his longing whines, pulled away so they could face each other again.

“Were you watching?” Remus waggled his eyebrows as Debaja rolled her eyes with a smirk.

“No… we were… together then…” Remus’s smile immediately dropped.

“Wait… don’t tell me you…” He trailed off, not being able to finish his thought, and reaching out towards the creature as if she would fade from his sight.

“Yes… we’re usually one unit named Lucaja but… We spli-”

“NO! Don’t say that word!” The green side covered his ears with a pained expression. “Please, PLEASE don’t say that word…”

“Why…?” Debaja saw a concentration of her friend Pascal; Emotional Turmoil.

“Me and my brother… we’ve been sp-sp-sp-… that… for a while… More than half our lives, in fact.” The mustached man put a hand to his face, trying to hide the tears building up in his eyes.

“Do you believe your brother cares about you?” Debaja put a comforting claw on Remus’s back as he shook his head.

“I literally told him that I could help him, and that, in the end it would help both of us but… he screamed at me…” He sulked.

“My sister did the exact same thing…” Debaja started to give in to her own grief as they both sat, leaned against each other in a silent understanding. “Well, at least it’s good to know I’m not alone…”

“Yeah…” The green side smiled slightly, just to have it fall again. “No one likes me in my realm. If I end it all, it’ll end my brother, too… and finally get those butt-tight light sides to understand the meaning of balance!” He grinned madly, staring at his own hands and momentarily breaking away from the cuddle.

“It’s not worth it. Plus, it’ll just make you look like the bad guy.” Debaja reflected on her own thoughts of the action, shaking her head as if to clear it of all the terrible voices in her head. “I came here to end it all… but if balance must be maintained, then I guess I should go back… probably just to be yelled at again…”

Debaja gets up to walk away but the duke desperately grasps at her fur, not wanting her to leave.

“None of them thought to talk to me, let alone touch me…” He started to curl in on himself, no longer trying to hide his pain.

“So, that’s why the mere presence of my claws on your back filled me with so much of your comfort.” The purple monster turned back around and curled around the duke, making him wince with the urge to latch onto the warmth.

“So, you feed off of comfort?” Remus raised an eyebrow, his curiosity pricked as he realized the poor monster looked slightly less starved than before.

“Yes. Relief, relaxation, contentment… but there is this one other thing me and my sister get very rarely, and that’s laughter. It feels like the equivalent to candy whenever one of us absorbs it.” Debaja leaned into the green side more, and he finally gave in, wrapping his arms around the purple creature and surrounding himself in warmth.

“Ew, candy…” Remus wrinkled up his nose in disgust. “I much prefer the good ol’ bleach.

“You know that’s bad for you…” Debaja raised an eyebrow at him.

“So is candy.” Remus smirked with playfulness in his eyes.

Reflecting that playfulness, Debaja decided to slightly knead at the duke’s ribs as he flinched violently.

“Hahahahahahahah…” He started to chuckle, giving Debaja a little taste of her candy. She went into hunt mode to find the rest of her prized desert.

“Ah! Ahahahahahaha! W-waihihit! Ihihih-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Remus started cackling like a mad man when Debaja reached a specific sweet spot on his sides with her claws digging harder, but he wouldn’t dare let go of her to give up the warmth currently sheltering him.

In full honesty, Remus was loving the attention. He was just surprised by the feeling. He hadn’t been touched in such a long time, let alone tickled. Meanwhile Debaja was enjoying the equivalent of a triple-decker chocolate cake as she pinned him, trying to find the duke’s other spots.

Remus started squeaking, snorting, hiccupping, giggling and shrieking as Debaja tickled his neck all the way down to his stomach. She tweaked his hips, making him squeal. Where else could she tease?

“W-WAIHIHIHIHI- NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Remus started to beg as Debaja turned around took off his shoes, zeroing in on his worst spot as her tail continued to tickle both the sweet spots on his sides.

“N-NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEHASE!” The duke realized how ridiculous he sounded, but couldn’t help but plea as the monster used her claws and wings to scratch and flutter as his soles and toes, all the while her tail was still tormenting his sides. The mixture of all the different types of tickling all at once quickly started driving the poor green side insane, if that were even possible for someone like Remus.

“AAAIIIIIEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” He begged, not knowing how much longer he could last. The feeling was crazily confusing. Did he like it? Did he hate it? He couldn’t answer that even if he wasn’t being tormented there and then.

(Un)fortunately, someone else heard Remus’s shouts.

“GET OFF HIM!” Debaja was suddenly thrown across the clearing as a flash of red twirled past.

Remus groaned and rode out the last of his giggles quickly, turning to see Debaja whimpering and cowering on the ground with his brother standing over her threateningly.

“Ro, what are you doing here?” He asked, his happy, confused, light-hearted mood immediately ruined.

“What, am I doing here? What are YOU doing here?!” Both Roman and Remus pointed fingers at each other, mirroring the Spiderman meme for a moment. “Coming out here to kill yourself?!”

“Dammit, that snake…” Remus cursed, realizing Deceit sold him out.

“Also, what the heck is that?!” Roman pointed at Debaja angrily as she slowly got back up on her feet, shaking from shock.

“That’s my new friend, who ALSO just so happens to be a fellow unloved sibling!” The green side snapped.

“Don’t you recognize me?” Debaja murmured softly, all her strength gone now, though her form itself looked much better.

“Wha…?” Roman turned around, confused.

“Yeah, you met her sister apparently. Spoiled sibling meets spoiled sibling.” Remus rolled his eyes and walked over to Debaja, kneeling down and checking her over to make sure she wasn’t injured, though she flinched away from his touch slightly.

“Hey!” Roman scoffed at the offense, but paused to look at the creature… she DID look familiar… And the way Remus was worriedly checking her over…

“Wh-what was going on when I entered?” He asked, his voice slightly weaker and uncertain.

“Debaja was helping me feel better, at the same time, I was feeding her. Her and her sister recently… split…” Roman shuddered at the word. “And I wanted to be there for her. Sure, they may be separated, but I have a feeling she hasn’t been abandoned yet. I don’t want her to end up like me, Roman. Abandoned… It’s too late for me…” Remus pet Debaja ever so softly as she whined, listening to his words. “It’s far too late…”

“It doesn’t have to be…” Roman took a step forward. “Do you think you could… give me another chance? I know it’s not going to be easy, but… if you’re able to forgive me… we might be able to fix this mess… and at least make you and The Others a higher priority so you don’t feel the need to do something like this…” As Roman took more steps toward them, Remus snarled at first, but when Roman held out his hand, the duke took it with such desperation it nearly yanked both of them to the ground.

Roman pulled up his brother and embraced him, something he should have done a long time ago…

He wasn’t surprised when he felt the duke’s chest heave and gentle sobs come from over his shoulder. In fact, Roman was crying, too.

Debaja watched the scene unfold, never wanting to be with her sister more… But if things went downhill, she would be back here again. And next time, there won’t be a Remus or Roman to convince her to go back…

“Don’t worry, purple one…” Roman called to her amongst his grief, as if reading her mind. “I’ll stay up tonight so you can visit. That way, we’ll know if you’re okay.”

She smiled and nodded, turning around and heading back to The Land of the Infinite.

“We should be going back home as well…” Roman murmured and Remus nodded as both brothers walked out of the Greyscape, fingers intertwined.

…

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, where is she…?” Roman paced and muttered. It was 1:30 am now, and there was still no sign of Sleep Deprivation Monster.

“Just give it some more time, we don’t know if they had the shits or not…” Remus commented, smiling at Roman’s grimace.

“Lovely image, Remus.”

“Why, thank you.”

“Ahem…”

Both sides of Creativity snapped their heads around and saw the magnificent Lucaja, in one piece yet again.

“Did you miss me?”

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quiet-onset · 6 years

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Secrets

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

TW: mugging

Word Count: 2,329

Lunch was pretty much the best time of day for you.

Most of your day was spent waiting for your usual patients (not that you had a bunch) or worrying how you were gonna pay rent for that office space. At lunch time, however, you went across the hall to the law firm where your best friends were always waiting with the day’s meal.

Though, the best part was that lunchtime was almost always at seven o’clock in the evening.

You twisted the knob to Nelson and Murdock Law Firm only to discover that it was locked. You sighed, remembering that Foggy was worried that there would people after then after the whole Fisk ordeal. “Hey,” You called, “It’s your friend who’s definitely not here to murder you.”

A minute later, Foggy opened the door with an exasperated look on his face. “Must you make fun of me all the time?”

“I must.” You grinned. “Please tell me we have something good tonight.”

“Well, I did pick up burgers from the joint down the street you like.”

“I knew there was a reason you were my favorite.” You said, sighing happily when Foggy tossed you a burger.

Just then, Matt appeared in the doorway as he finally left his office. He crossed his arms and smiled that smile that made your stomach flutter. “I thought I was your favorite.”

“Obviously, I’m her favorite. Look at me.” Foggy shook his head as if it were obvious.

“Can’t really do that, bud.”

You interrupted their disagreement with a laugh, “The secret to parenting is to tell both your children they’re your favorite.”

“Hey, Y/N, can you take me over to that chair?” Matt asked you.

All three of you knew damn well that he could get to the chair on his own. He was just looking for an excuse to get closer, to fluster you. Foggy watched you with an amused look as you hopped down from the desk and walked over to Matt. “I’m starting to think you’re doing this just so you can touch me.” You told him.

“Of course,” He chuckled, “Who wouldn’t want some of your elbow crease action? Among other things, I mean.”

Foggy watched on as your cheeks flushed a light shade of pink and pretended to gag. You’d never been more thankful that Matt couldn’t see.

“You two make me sick.” Foggy said through a mouthful of cheeseburger.

When you finally made to the chair, Matt sat down and immediately jumped up. “So either I sat on something or our chair has a bump in it.”

You looked under him and saw that your bottle of mace had rolled off the table and onto the chair. You grabbed it and allowed him to sit back down. “My bad. It’s the mace you gave me when I moved here.”

Matt laughed, “You still have that?”

“Of course she does!” Foggy said. “When you’re as gorgeous as Y/N, you gotta have something to weed off the creeps.”

“Flattery gets you nowhere, Nelson. Besides, as gorgeous as I may or may not be, I’ve never had to use it. I keep it with me—“

“To remind yourself of how much you love me?” Matt guessed.

“—Just in case.” You said, feeling a new blush creep up on your cheeks.

After that, the three of you caught up with a short conversation. You asked them how the firm was doing. They asked you how your practice was doing. It was the usual small that you liked to get out of the way before you moved onto more pressing matters. Like who would win the Superbowl or whether a hot dog is a sandwich. Or local news.

“Did you guys hear about Daredevil again?” You asked them as you ate another fry.

Foggy gave Matt a slightly worried look, but luckily you didn’t noticed. Matt cleared his throat and sat up a bit in chair. “What about him?”

“That he’s trying to go up against that Punisher guy.”

Foggy shrugged nonchalantly, “I mean, either way, the bad guys are getting off the streets.”

“But do they really deserve to die?” You asked. “There’s gotta be a line. Daredevil’s done a lot of crazy shit, but I’ve gotta say, I’m with him on this one.”

Matt stood up abruptly and reached for the wall, feeling his way across the room. He grabbed his walking stick and headed for the door. “I, uh, need to get some rest. Big case tomorrow.”

When he left, the breeze pulled the door closed with a slam. You looked to Foggy with a confused look. “What crawled up his butt?”

He fought the urge to tell you the truth and sighed. “I don’t know. He’s been acting pretty weird lately.”

“And he hasn’t talked to you about it?”

“Nope.” Foggy shook his head. “It might just be the case. We’ve been working it kinda nonstop ever since we got it.”

You chuckled, knowing that your two best friends worked their hardest on each and every case, no matter how big or small. It was part of the reason you admired them so much. “You guys should learn how to rest. It’s really easy.”

He snorted, “Tell me about it.”

After an hour or so of talking and debating with Foggy, you both headed home. Foggy had offered to walk you home, but you declined despite his insistence. “I’ll be fine, Nelson. Go home and sleep.” You’d said.

You walked down the street, your shoes clicking against the concrete. Although it was dark, and the only lighting nearby were streetlights, you weren’t really scared. You always walked home this way. You’ve never ran into any trouble in Hell’s Kitchen at night.

Until that night.

Once you were a few blocks away from the firm, you heard a second set of footsteps behind you. You turned a corner and caught a glimpse of a man. He was definitely following you. You picked up the pace, starting to panic when the heavy footsteps behind you did the same. As soon as you reached for the mace in your bag, a hand was on your shoulder, pulling you into an alley.

The man’s body was practically pressed against yours as you let out a scream. “Shhh.” He said. He covered your mouth with a leather clad when you felt a cold piece of metal against your temple. “I don’t wanna have to hurt you.”

You shook your head, eyes desperate and wide. Tears threatened to fall as you spoke into his hand. “I’ll give you anything you want! Please!”

“Let’s start with your money, yeah?”

You nodded.

He stepped away from you, warning you to move slowly. You pulled out your wallet and offered it to him. He plucked it from your hand, a menacing smile on his face. “You know,” He said, “I think there’s something else I want.”

Before the man could get any closer, a shadow dropped between the two of you. When the shadow stood up straight, he towered over your mugger. You could tell from the suit that adorned the shadow’s body who it was.

Daredevil. He said one word to you. “Run.”

So, you ran down the alley and squatted behind a dumpster. You could hear the fight from your hiding spot. You heard every grunt, and punch, and every sickening thud when a body hit the ground. Then, all of a sudden, it was silent.

You brought your knees to your chest as you reached back into your bag and grabbed the mace. You clutched onto it as you heard footsteps slowly approaching you.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” It was Daredevil. His voice sounded familiar to you. The grip on your mace loosened as he spoke again. “That man won’t hurt you anymore. I have your wallet.”

When he finally stood in front of you, you sprang up with your eyebrows furrowed. It couldn’t be who you thought it was, right? “Matt?”

Matt stood there, speechless. He knew it was you (which was part of the reason he beat your mugger until his face was bloody). When he heard the scream and headed towards you, he could smell your shampoo from down the block. He didn’t think you would figure it out. Hell, he almost had to spell it out for Foggy. “H-How did you know it was me?”

“You think I don’t know my best friend’s voice?!” You asked him incredulously, smacking his chest. “How are you doing this? You’re blind! You’re the freaking Daredevil?! We literally had a whole discussion about you in the firm an hour ago!”

“Could you keep your voice down? Jesus!”

“And why the hell are you so stupid?! You’re throwing yourself in front of the Punisher every night!” You found yourself hitting him harder and harder with every word. To him, though, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.

“I’ll explain everything, just be quiet—“

“Damn right, you will!” You said. “What the hell, Matt?!”

“Look, I’d rather not have my identity told to the whole world, so can we discuss this elsewhere?” He asked calmly.

You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. You wondered for a moment if he could tell that you were glaring at him. You then rolled your eyes and sighed, “Meet me on the rooftop of my building.”

“Okay. Good.”

“Since you like hanging out on rooftops.”

“I got it, Y/N, thanks.”

Matt was already waiting for you when you arrived. He sat on the edge with his legs dangling over the side. He seemed on edge, listening for anybody in danger. He was almost unrecognizable to you in that suit. Was he still the same man you flirted with endlessly? The one gave you that bottle of mace because he was so worried that something would happen to you?

“You want me to take it off?” He asked. You jumped when he spoke. You didn’t think he knew you were there.

“Please.”

You watched him pull the mask off as you walked towards him. He lifted his legs and spun around to face you. His eyes still had that sort of blank look that most blind people had. What you couldn’t figure out is how he could fight criminals he couldn’t even see.

“I know you must have a lot of questions.”

“That’s an understatement.” You scoffed.

“Just let me explain.” He said. “Then you can be mad at me and tell me off, alright?”

Matt adjusted on the edge, and you felt a sudden rush of worry was over you. What if he fell over the edge? He, however, took the hint and stood up, opting to sit on a barrel across from you. You looked at him with a confused look, “How did you know I was—“

“Your heartbeat got faster when I moved.”

“You can hear my heartbeat?”

“Its part of the explanation.”

So you sat with Matt for an hour as he explained. He told you about the chemicals, the training, his sight and senses. He told you about what happened with Fisk and what was happening with the Punisher. He wanted you to know everything.

At the end, you were still so angry with him. Not just for not telling you, but for putting himself in danger day in and day out. “You can’t just run around the city beating up bad guys!”

“You’re taking this a lot better than Foggy.” He muttered to himself.

“What?! You told Foggy, but not me?! What the hell, Matthew?!”

“As much as I love hearing you shout my name, now is not the time.” He held up his mask to remind you.

“Don’t you try to flirt your way out of this!” You stood from your barrel, pacing in front of him. “This is totally irresponsible of you! And inconsiderate! Did you ever think about what would happen if they found out who you were?!”

“That’s why I got a suit and a mask.” He told you. “I’m taking precautions.”

“Obviously not enough if I can recognize your voice.”

“I’ll look into a voice changer then.” He chuckled. “Just please stop being mad at me. This is something I have to do.”

“You could let the police do their jobs.” You said, your index finger poking at his chest.

“The guys I fight have men inside the force. I need you to trust me.”

“Trust?!” You scoffed. “You could’ve died, Matt! You still could! I don’t even know what I would do if you died. What if I never got to—“

You stopped yourself before you could say. You realized then why you were so angry. Sure, you were angry that he lied to you, but that wasn’t why your heart was racing at the thought of him getting hurt.

You loved him. You loved Matt Murdock. You loved Daredevil.

And that scared you to death.

“Y/N?” Matt called. “What if you never got to what?”

He knew exactly what you wanted to say. He just wanted to hear you say it. You cleared your throat, pulling on the hem of your shirt. “What if I never got to…” You trailed off again. You weren’t sure why you couldn’t say it. You decided to just pretend like it didn’t happen. “The point is you should’ve told me and Foggy sooner. We’re your best friends and we’re gonna worry about you—“

Suddenly, a pair of lips were pressed to yours. His leather clad hands were at the bottom of your back, pulling you closer as your lips moved together. Your hands found their way to his stubbly cheeks when you both pulled away.

You weren’t sure that you agreed with his being Daredevil, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. In that moment, he was Matt Murdock, and you were ready to accept whatever came with that.

“I was trying to be mad at you.”

“Shut up, Y/N.”

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