the-mighty-jellybean

[the-mighty-jellybean]

The Hound of Hell's Kitchen

Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou

Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader

Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language

(18+ Only)

Chapter Five: Family Ties

Chapter Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

Claire came back later in the evening, dropping off a measly, singular trash bag of what was left of Y/N's belongings that had indeed been thrown out onto the street.

Y/N looked through it finding, only a few shirts, and trousers, clearly anything of value had either been taken by Mr. Fitzgerald for the overdue rent, or by a passerby on the street.

"Sorry, Y/L/N." Claire squeezed Y/N's shoulder, comfortingly, as Y/N rested her head on the back of the chair, looking to the ceiling as she tries not to cry.

"It's okay, thanks for bringing me this at least." Y/N gives her a sad, yet genuine smile.

Claire bends down to examine Y/N's bandages, before wishing the two of them goodnight, and leaving with a still grumpy looking Luke.

"Why does he not like me?" Y/N pouts, brows furrowing as Luke slams the door a little hard, on his and Claire's way out.

"I don't think its you," Matt shakes his head, finishing another spring roll, "I think he's just a little annoyed that Claire didn't tell anyone you existed."

"That's not her fault, I asked her to keep me a secret, from everyone." Y/N shrugged, “I’m a rare breed, I’ve got no choice but to keep my existence a secret.”

“I understand, we all do,” Matt assured, “your secret will be safe with us.”

Y/N nods slowly, continuing to finish her plate of food, struggling to her feet again, she hobbles towards the kitchen sink.

Matt's eyes widen, and he jumps to his feet to catch up with her, "How many times do I have to tell you; Sit. Down."

Matt's chest rumbles, and it makes Y/N freeze, she doesn't even feel the sensation of the plate slipping out of her hand, but she does here the crash and the smash, as the stained white china, shatters across the stone floor.

The tears spring quickly, and Y/N crumples to her knees as she tries to clear away the broken porcelain.

"I'm sorry-sorry, I'm so sorry." Y/N rambles, she can barely see where she is putting her hands, as the salty tears cloud her vision.

"Stop, stop, it's okay, sweetheart, stop." Matt takes Y/N's shaking hands into his, she fights him for a moment trying to clear up her mess, "Stop."

The command in Matt's tone makes Y/N stop once again, she doesn't look up from the floor and the massive mess she had caused.

"This was my fault, I shouldn't have used that tone, it wasn't necessary." Matt utters, his voice is low and soothing, his scent is strongly of regret and empathy.

Y/N sniffles, using her shoulder to wipe her cheek as her hands were still occupied by Matt's. Matt slowly takes the shattered pieces out of Y/N's hands, gathering up what he can, and throwing it into the trash. Y/N stays frozen to the spot, on her knees, eyes fixed, tears still trickling down her face.

Matt bites his lip for a bit before gathering up all the plates and cutlery and place them next to the sink. He turns the tap on, filling the sink, with water and washing detergent.

Matt then heads back to Y/N and helps her to her feet, "you wanna help me wash up?"

Y/N doesn't really get a chance to answer, before Matt shuffles her to the sink, he lifts her lightly onto his feet, boxing her in with his arms, so she's steady on her feet. He reaches into the sink, Y/N following his hands, she starts to wash up along with the Alpha.

Towards the end of washing up, Y/N felt herself feel a little better, the washing up, relieving some of her earlier anxieties. The tears are almost dry by the time Y/N places the last plate on the drying rack.

"I think we should get you to bed." Matt again is speaking, but he's not asking a question, he's telling Y/N that she's going to bed. However, Y/N didn't mind Matt telling her what to do, she happily let him take her towards his bedroom, and sitting her on the bed.

Y/N frowned and pouted when he turned his back and headed towards the living room.

"Where are you going?" Matt stopped walking glancing over his shoulder, frowning himself when he saw Y/N's unhappy face.

"Going to my cosy couch." Matt jested, gesturing to the sofa, Y/N and himself had just used as a dining room.

"Why?"

"Because you're in my bed."

'Well, then I'll sleep on the couch-ah." Y/N falls back onto the bed, regretting her decision to stand immediately.

"I think not." Matt smirked, heading towards the sofa again.

"I don't want to sleep alone." Y/N finally blurts, making Matt fix to the spot, before slowly spinning to face Y/N again, "Please, don't make me sleep alone."

"If you're sure, sweetheart?' Matt is tentative with his words, but he is already moving back towards Y/N.

"Please."

Matt nods, "Lay down, honey."

Y/N manages to swing her legs onto the bed, whilst tracking Matt as he walks around the other side of the bed, getting under the covers. Shuffling onto her side, Y/N pulls her legs up to her chest as best she can, twitching her lips, as she admires Matt.

He turns the lamp off next to him, turning to face Y/N, letting out a long breath; "usually people close their eyes now."

Y/N tries to bite back the smile, clearing her throat to hide her laugh.

"Sorry." Y/N mumbles, closing her eyes, but peaking one of them open, noticing the way Matt's lips twitch, "How do you even know?"

Matt chuckles loudly, "I can hear your eyelids click every time you blink.

"Okay, ew gross, forget I asked."

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"Pwease don't o." Faolan begged, standing in Y/N's way, as she tries to hastily pack her bag.

"I've got no choice, Fe." nudging him to the side softly, he brings his blanket up to his face, rubbing it harshly on his cheek, in hopes to self-soothe.

"ake me wif wu." the little wolf tries the alternative, his big round eyes, glassy with tears, as he watched his big sister pack her small life away.

"I can't take you with me, Faolan . I'm going to have to figure out how I'm going to survive myself, let alone take a 4 year old with me." Y/N shakes her head, she was breaking her own heart with her words, so Gods know how this little man was feeling.

"Pwease." Faolan's voice broke, as he let the tears roll, he tried to wipe some of them with the rag in his small fist, but they were coming too quick for him to catch all of them.

"I'm sorry, Fe," Y/N held him in her arms, squeezing him tight, she stroked his damp cheek with her calloused thumb, taking in every little detail.

She never wanted to forget this little face.

"What if I'm un Omegga?" Felan hiccuped, Y/N stroked his hair, kissing the top of his head.

"That won't happen, Faolan. I promise."

"Ut, what if it does." Y/N could see the panic in the whites of his eyes, the little boy had seen everything that night, he saw an entire pack, turn on a singular member in the space of an hour. His family, becoming torn apart in a singular second.

"I will come for you," Y/N utters determined, "I will come for you, I swear."

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Y/N shot awake with a light gasp and a shriek, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat, the sheets beneath her felt wet, and clung to her body, cold.

Matt felt Y/N shift beside him, and the sleep shattering shriek, and soon he too was wide awake, scrambling to get near Y/N.

"Shh, shhh, you're okay, sweetheart." Matt tries to cradle Y/N to his chest, but she fights him, still in some sleepy distress. "Shh, shh."

"Get away." Y/N tries to struggle, not fully aware of her surroundings, "Get off me."

"It's me, honey, it's me." Matt manages to cup the back of Y/N's neck, placing a small amount of pressure on Y/N's scruff. It makes Y/N go a little rigid, but it gives Matt enough time to push her into his neck, letting her take in his comforting scent.

"That's it, deep breaths," Matt coaches, "Good girl."

Matt's hand slips from Y/N scruff, running down her back, rubbing in soft circles, "That's it, good girl, nice and calm."

Y/N manages to get her breathing back under control, taking in Matt's scent glands with each shaking breath. She clutches at his arm desperate to keep him close, and Matt does nothing but hold her a little tighter, she knew he was there, and that's all she needed.

“Thank you.” Y/N rasps, pressing her forehead into Matt’s neck, she can feel Matt’s chest rumbling gently, the vibrations an Alpha Method to soothe. Y/N had never experienced an Alpha’s comfort rumble, she’d only been on the receiving end of a bark or aggression rumble.

This was nice. To experience comfort from an Alpha, for an Omega, it was like all her Christmas’ had come at once. She’d never felt more secure than in this quiet moment right now.

“It’s okay.” Matt reassured, keeping his hold on Y/N tight and firm, “you wanna talk about what you were dreaming about?”

“Not right now.” Y/N shook her head.

She was about to turn away, to lay back into her side of the bed, happily wrapped up in Matt’s arms, when her ears flickered.

“What’s wrong?” Matt felt Y/N go rigid in his arms, he tries to hold her tighter, but she’s pushing him away, as she struggles to the end of the bed. “What is it?”

Y/N tilts her head from side to side, trying to narrow in on the peculiar yet so familiar sound she can hear outside.

“Do your windows open?” Y/N was already moving towards them whilst she was asking the question. Matt is quick to jump from the bed, wrapping his arm around Y/N waist helping her to the window.

“Yeah hang on.” Matt safely lays Y/N’s hands on the window sill making sure she is secure before he starts to push the windows open. The cool city air makes Y/N shiver slightly, but she grins and bears it as she pushes her face out the window.

Moving her ear closer to the city, they twitch as she tries to hone in on the noise.

Finally she hears it, the sound spiking in her sensitive eardrum.

“What the…” Y/N breathes out in surprise, “there’s no way.”

“What?” Matt asks, concern radiating off his scent fiercely.

“Can’t you hear that?” Y/N is practically hanging out the window as she strains to listen to the noise, Matt has hold of her hips, stopping her from toppling out the penthouse apartment.

“Hear what?”

“Listen, listen hard, hold your breath if you need to.” Y/N instructs, she feels Matt’s chest against her back, she feels it still, as he does as Y/N says holding his breath, he leans into the city air trying to understand what Y/N was hearing.

It takes a second but soon Matt can hear it too.

The noise is faint against the bustle of the city, but Matt can’t deny that it’s there.

“What is that?” Matt asks Y/N quietly, not wanting to startle the Omega who was focused so intently.

“It’s a howl.”

“A howl? Like a wolf howl?” Matt can hear the noise clearer, now that he knew vaguely what he was listening too. It was a high pitch cry, it bounced off building to building before landing in his eardrum.

“That’s…not…possible.” Y/N whispers to herself, her eyes wide, shaking her head from side to side. She places her hands firmly on the window ledge, before Matt realises what Y/N is doing she had slipped out from his grasp, vaulting herself out of the window.

“Y/N!” Matt shouts after her, rushing to the edge.

Y/N isn’t listening to him, she’s already scaling her way down the building side, ignoring the burning pain in her side. Her bandages felt invisible, as she clambered her way in the direction of the howling.

Y/N barely notices the sound of Matt calling and following after her, until he lands next to her on the sidewalk outside his apartment.

“What are you doing?” Matt pants, reaching for Y/N wrist, but he’s not able to catch it, as she takes off running, barefoot down the street.

Chasing after her, he too forgets he is shoeless, but he’s unbothered, desperate to keep up with the distressed Omega.

Y/N's chest burns, as she gasps for breath, but she doesn't stop, spurred on by the howling, which grows louder and louder.

Taking a sharp turn into an industrial estate, her feet slap against the wet concrete, as she slows her pace down, head darting from corner to corner, as she tries to access the area she's found herself in.

Jumping slightly, when Matt places his hand on her shoulder, when he finally catches up with her.

"You can't do that, Y/N." Matt pants, Y/N shrugs his hand off, his scent was mixing with the ones in the area, and it was clouding her senses.

"It's stopped." Y/N's panic is spiking strongly in her scent, "The howling has stopped."

Matt listens too, holding his breath again, so he doesn't distract himself from tracking the noise. Y/N was right the howling had stopped, but there was still unfamiliar sound.

"Sounds like...nails?" Matt questions himself, but Y/N appears to know what he is saying.

"I don't understand...I thought I was the only one in New York." Y/N utters in disbelief, taking slow steps towards the tapping sound.

The noise leads her to an abandoned warehouse, the doors have been torn from their hinges. Y/N gently runs her fingers over the huge gashes, carved in the steel doors.

"What can do something like this?" Matt asks, his hands to examining the gaping wounds in the doors.

"Something like me." Y/N's voice trails off, Matt walks so he's shoulder to shoulder with Y/N, he can sense the change of direction in the air, that flutters over his face.

Furrowing his brow, he sniffs the air, the smell of wet dog and saliva tickles his nose. Concentrating harder, his mind is soon able to build a profile in his head, of what he was now face to face with.

"Y/N? Do you know what this is?" Matt speaks quietly, not wanting to frighten what sits in front of the Alpha and the Omega.

"It's not what, Matt." Y/N scolds, a smile dances across her lisp, "I know who this is."

"Who is it?"

"Hello, baby brother." Y/N speaks strongly, not a trace of worry or anxiety lay in her scent, mainly the smell of concern, yet happiness sprinkled in between her words.

"Baby brother?" Matt tilts his head confused.

"Matt," Y/N gestures her arms in front of her, "Meet Faolan."

The grey wolf jostled its fur to Y/N's words, but it didn't appear to soften its twisted up muzzle, bearing its pearl white teeth, drool rolling off the corners, of it's mouth.

"Faolan?' Y/N spoke softly, tilting her head from side to side, "Faolan it's me, it's okay."

The wolf lowers it's head closer to the ground, Y/N noticed that it's eyes lay on Matt, the wolf's back zig zagged, as it's hackles stood on end.

Stepping in front of Matt, Y/N pushed him gently behind her, making sure to fully block him from the wolf's view.

"It's okay, Faolan, he's a friend." The wolf didn't back down at Y/N's words, thinking on her feet quickly, Y/N remembers a move she'd seen performed by her brothers' when they wanted something from their father. A little like a puppy begging.

Y/N holds her hands out in front of her, her palms facing the floor; locking eyes with Faolan, she begins to slowly sink to her knees. The ground is wet beneath her as her knee lands on the gravel ground. She blinks slowly, her eyes changing from their usual colour to a glowing yellow.

Letting out a shallow whine, Faolan's features soften from the hard glare, to a lighter looks, his teeth are hidden by the skin of his muzzle, which has also flattened out.

The wolf pants a few times before slowly his face begins to change. It begins as a small twitch before morphing into a ripple, which takes over his face. Soon the ripple spreads to small waves across his whole body, his size beginning to reduce.

Eventually the fur turned to skin, the muzzle to a mouth, the paws to hands and feet, nothing was left of the wolf that stood before them, instead a young boy, who darted behind a stack of crates, nothing but a flash of flesh disappearing from view.

It wasn't long, and then the boy was back, this time with a pair of scabby jeans on, a tattered grey t-shirt, pulling on a dirty red hoodie.

"Wow, you've grown." Y/N huffed, standing from her knees, keeping her arms outstretched this time to take her frail looking brother into her arms.

Faolan wrapped her arms around her waist. Y/N didn't care for the pain, which stabbed her in the side, when Faolan squeezed her tight, she was just glad to have this boy in her arms once again.

"Why are you here, Fe?' Y/N asked softly into his hair.

"You said you would come back for me." Faolan voice is small, and weak as he looked, "Why didn't you come back?'

Y/N draws Faolan away from her, but keeps her hands on his shoulders, squeezing gently.

"I did Faolan," Y/N admits, "I went back to the den, a few years ago, but you weren't there, I figured you'd moved on for hunting purposes."

"Why didn't you look for us?" Faolan shrugs Y/N's hands off his shoulders, his brows furrowed in a concoction of confusion and anger.

"I tried, but I lost your scent about 30 miles away from the den, it just went cold." Y/N explained, scenting as strongly as she could, of sincerity.

"I needed you." Faolan whispers, his voice growing shaky, his scent changes strongly to sadness, and heartache. "It's been 11 years."

Y/N places her hand on his cheek, stroking softly with her thumb.

"I'm here now, Fe." Y/N steps forward to embrace her brother in another tight hug, before pulling away once again, "But why are you here now?"

Y/N felt Faolan's body go stiff beneath her, chewing his lip, his scent immediately changing to anxious and fear.

"He came for us Y/N." Faolan managed to choke out.

"Who came for you, who's he?" Y/N's brow furrows scent changing quickly to confusion.

"The hunter, he came for us, Father offered him me because..."

Faolan trialed off but Y/N already knew what he was going to say.

"Because you're an Omega too."

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[the-mighty-jellybean]

The Hound of Hell's Kitchen

Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou

Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader

Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language

(18+ Only)

Chapter Four: Pack Meeting

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language

Word Count: 3k

"Get up, runt." Y/N felt a kick to her side, that makes a wheeze the first breath she takes of the day. Wincing, and clutching her side, she groans as she sits up.

"Was that necessary?" Y/N hissed, glaring hard at her elder brother, who stood towering over her, his face mainly of disgust and despair.

"Just get up, Dad's already annoyed at you," his face only slightly softened, "You shouldn't have said what you said."

"What, Conri? The grumpy bastard needed to be told." Y/N shrugged, finally pulling herself off the scrap of fabric that was her mattress on the floor. Dusting herself down.

"You need to be more careful, you're already Dad's least favourite," Conri steps aside as Y/N shuffles around the small cupboard that her step-mother had told her was her bedroom, "and when your dad has 17 children, that's quite impressive."

"Yeah, well, I was doomed from the beginning." Y/N rolled her eyes, pulling on a jumper, that she sniffed first. It was not clean, but it was better than nothing.

"You always sound so hard done by." Conri rolls his eyes, stepping out into the main room of the den.

"I am hard done by," Y/N huffs, "My mum was your dad's mistress, who was then killed by your mum for producing a pup." Y/N signals to herself, "So I have no mum, and a father, who can't stand me, and a step-mother who-"

"Who does nothing but look after you, mutt." the icy cold voice of the literal evil step-mother crept her way behind Y/N, making her gulp audibly. "Your father wishes to speak with you."

"I haven't eaten yet." Y/N gestured to the food that littered the kitchen table, Y/N's other litter mates scoffed their faces with whatever their greasy hands can grab at.

"I don't think you're deserving today." she spat, making Y/N's eyes water, but not wanting to show her upset, she turns on her toes, and heads out of the den, following the scent of her father, which lingered strong in the air.

It was always after a fight, her father's scent seem to be the most overpowering and intoxicating. The scent was thick up her nose, like blood.

She followed it all the way to the large lake, just outside the family den, her father's figure loomed in the distance like a totem poll of death and misery. When she was just a few feet away, her father cleared his throat, which makes her stop dead in her tracks.

Y/N lowers her head, bending slightly at the waist, she doesn't look up, until her father clears his throat once again. Standing back up, this time to attention, holding back on the strong desire to flinch when her father finally looks her in the face.

"You wish to see me, sir." Y/N cursed internally at the waver in her voice, as she addressed the intimidating figure in front of her.

"After your little display last night, I decided to speak to the pack healer." Y/N grimaced at the thought of the old man, discussing her with her father. "We've decided to bring your presenting forward."

Y/N felt the wind being knocked out of her chest, it felt like her lungs were made of lead.

"But-father...I'm only 13." Y/N tried to reason, her sight vibrated as tears pooled in the bottom of her eyes, biting her lip to stop it from quivering.

"Yes, well, we believe that you will feel more apart of the pack if you understand your place a little better." Y/N curled her toes, wringing her hands together, as she feels herself start to visibly sweat.

"I understand my place, father." Y/N tried to appeal to her father's egotism, she bows her head once again, fully exposing the scruff of her neck, the most vulnerable part of her body.

"I think after your little performance last night, that is not true." She felt her father's hand grasp her shoulder, firmly, it was probably the most affectionate touch he had ever showed her in her short little life.

"When will it happen?" Y/N whispers, her eyes are still on the dirt below her, her father's feet in the corner of her view.

"Tonight."

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"Sooo, let me get this straight, your father forced you into puberty, which made you become a big hairy dog." Foggy is pinching the bridge of his nose, the cogs really struggling to turn, Y/N could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.

"Wolf," Y/N jabs, "I turn into a big hairy wolf, but yeah essentially."

"I still can't get over the fact your father had 17 children." Karen's eyes are wide, and she's holding her hands out in front of her, clearly trying to count them on her hands.

"That's a fairly normal amount for an Alpha pack litter." Y/N shrugged, sipping the warm tea, sighing quietly as it helped to rejuvenate her.

"But I still don't get why you turn into a wolf, if you're no different from the rest of us." Danny complained, also scratching his head.

"I'm a direct descendant of the founding packs, that formed our civilisation 10,000 years ago." Y/N shrugged, but she soon looked aghast when the people in the room, other than Claire, seemed perplexed by Y/N's simple explanation.

"Do none of you know our shared ancestor history?" Y/N looked between them all, then to Claire, "Where did you find these people?"

"Hey just because we don't understand your weird doggy history, doesn't mean you can be a bitch about it." Trish rolled her eyes, Y/N elicited a deep growl, which was reciprocated by Trish. For a moment, the two of them were in a small stand off before Jessica stood up to block Trish from Y/N's view, and Matt reached over to squeeze Y/N's forearm.

"That's enough, the two of you." Jessica waves her arms, looking between Y/N and Trish, who hadn't broken their glares.

"Continue, Y/N." Colleen nods.

"Well in short, the Gods of Olymgaurd, sent Dionemis, the Creator, to Earth in search of an animal that had the potential to form civilisation as we know it today. Dionemis came across a pack of wolves, he liked the hierarchy of the pack, how the wolves from the Alpha down, knew their place, and therefore their roles. He believed that these animals reflected the society the Gods wished to achieve on Earth. He decided to change the wolves into people, these people were still able to return to their wolf form, if they needed to protect the pack. This carried on for generations to come, after each child presented in the packs to follow, when the need to protect themselves or the pack arose, they would shift into their wolf form."

"The little girl, from the other night? She's like you?" Matt questioned, his face was one of deep thought and concentration.

"I believe so. It was a Hunter's ring. They called themselves Beus People." Y/N nodded.

"But why do we not change into wolves?" Coleen asked, genuine curiosity scented strongly in her question.

"Civilisation has evolved over time, the Gods sent more creators to Earth, they feared that the Dionites would become too powerful if they were left unchallenged, evolution has played some part, but the people created by Beus, the hunter, were formed from his bow. The Gods liked the hierarchy the Dionites, naturally followed, so told Beus that his people should be formed in that way. But this led to jealousy and envy between the Dionites and Beucrites Alphas. Those, who couldn't shift took their frustrations out on those who could, hunting them close to extinction. There are only a few direct descendant packs left as a result." Claire finished the explanation for Y/N, for which she was quite grateful, they looked to each other with a small friendly smile.

"There are still some, to this day, who hunt us, they think that we are dangerous and unpredictable, that we can't be trusted, because we have some sort of superiority complex over those, who descend from Beus, but that is not true, we are always in control, if we feel threatened, our instincts are to shift." Y/N disclosed.

"But why did your father bring your presenting forward, and where is your pack now?" Luke fired questions at Y/N, and with each one, she sank further back into the chair, hoping she could disappear.

Matt noticed the way Y/N's scent changed to anxious, the worry coming off her strong, Matt sensing her upset.

"That's enough, Y/N doesn't need to answer those questions," Matt interrupted, sitting on the arm of the chair, Y/N was on, taking one of her hands. Y/N doesn't know why, but she lets him give her hand a reassuring squish, and then holds his fingers tighter, so he can't take his hand away. "She's explained how she becomes her form, and she's already given more detail about her past than she needed to."

"Right, well I think if we're all finished interrogating Y/N, I think we can all go back to our lives for now." Claire suggests, giving Y/N a quick wink.

"How do you know each other anyway?" Luke chimes in.

"What? How do I know Claire Temple?" Y/N jokes, "I know Claire Temple the same way every vigilante in New York owes their lives and first born pup, to Claire Temple."

Everyone gives a shy smile, but Luke doesn't look as amused as everyone else.

"Hmm, think me and you need to have a little talk." Luke signals to Claire, who does nod in agreement.

"We need to head out, Coleen and I are holding a meeting at the youth centre in China town tonight." Danny excuses the two of them. Foggy and Karen, also make their apologises before leaving themselves.

"Yeah, I think we should get going to." Jessica nods, reaching for Trish's hand, but she doesn't take it, she's still not broken her stare of Y/N.

"But she still has so much to answer for."

"She's not going to answer anymore questions," Matt stands up, walking dominantly towards Trish, who appears to sink in her seat, "especially from you."

Trish looks to Jessica for support, but she is glaring just as harshly.

"What do you say?" Jessica presses.

"Sorry, Pack Alpha." Trish mumbles, Matt doesn't press her for a better apology, knowing it would be a challenge to get it out of her in the first place, he just nods, and turns his back on her.

"I should get going to-ah." Y/N winces, as she stands quicker than she planned, holding her bandaged abdomen, Matt grabs her arm to support her weight, and ease her back into the armchair.

"You need to sit back down." Matt warns her, some how giving her a peremptory look, Y/N still didn't understand how a blind man could hold so much control over her, with just the looks on his face.

"No, I need to-wait, Claire, how long did you say I was out?" Y/N suddenly panicked, but allowing Matt to place her back into her seat.

"In total...about three days." Claire answered, allowing Luke to help her put her jacket on.

"Fuck." Y/N exhaled hard through her nose, resting her forehead, harshly on her fist.

"Language, Omega." Matt quipped, making Y/N shrink slightly, whispering a small apology, scenting strongly of sincerity, "What's the matter?"

"My landlord," Y/N wiped her face, pressing her palms hard into her face, "he gave me a day to get my rent together, and well...that day was three days ago."

"Damn." Claire sighed sympathetically, "What about all your stuff?"

"He'll probably have bagged up all my stuff by now, and thrown it into the trash."

Y/N let her head roll back onto the couch, another huffed breath make her shoulders drop down.

"It's fine you can stay here." Matt responded, very quickly, making Y/N's head snap up in mild disbelief.

"Umm, what?"

"You can stay here," Matt shrugged, like it was nothing, "You wouldn't be the first member of this pack to stay here."

Y/N's heart didn't know what to do. It didn't know if it wanted to speed up with excitement, or anxiety, or stop altogether in pure shock.

"What do you mean member of this pack?" Y/N managed to choke out, only now realising how dry her throat was.

"Well, that's if you want to, if you've got somewhere else to stay, then I can help you get there?" Matt backtracks.

"Nono-no, I don't have anyone." Y/N trails off quietly, feeling her eyes burn a little.

"That settles it then, you can stay here," Y/N could smell the happiness humming off him like expensive cologne. "Claire could you pop by Y/N's apartment, get together what stuff you can find."

"Of course." Claire scents strongly of earnest.

Y/N gives her a shy smile, and mouths a 'thank you'.

With Luke and Claire being shown out the door, soon Y/N and Matt were alone. Y/N pulled the sleeves of Matt's hoodie over her hands, picking at the stitching nervously.

Matt came back into the living space, sitting on the couch opposite Y/N, leaning on his forearms.

"Sooo, you're the pack Alpha?" Y/N broke the silence, chewing her lip.

"Yep," Matt popped the 'p' in his acknowledgement, "We're a bit of a mix-matched bunch."

Y/N chuckled lightly, "you can say that again, blondie's a bit intense."

"Yeah," Matt grimaces, "Yeah, Trish can be a bit of handful, but I leave Jess to discipline her."

Y/N scrunches up her hands nervously, "Discipline?"

Matt's eyes flash wide for a second, when he senses the rising fear in Y/N's scent.

"Not like that," Matt assures, "we're not that kind of pack."

"Well what kind of pack are you?"

"We're a family. Luke, Danny and Jessica, they're all Alphas, bonded to Claire, Colleen and Trish. Foggy, he's my Beta, and he's bonded with Karen." Matt is attempting to scent as strongly as he can of calm and reassurance.

"Why did they choose you to be the Pack Alpha? Don't Pack Alpha's usually have a mate? And you don't smell bonded." Y/N shuffles forward on the chair, her hands still covered by the sweater Matt had leant her, she was deeply enjoying being surrounded by Matt's scent, pulling the collar up to her nose, hooding it slightly.

"I'm unbonded, but I care for all of them deeply, as if they were all my mates, but I can be unbiased because I'm not actually mated to any of them." Matt clarified, Y/N nodding along with his words.

"Does that mean you don't want to be bonded?" Y/N lured, not taking her nose out from the collar of the sweater.

"I guess I've not met the right person yet." Matt shrugged.

"What would you do if you did?" Y/N pressed, trying to slow her heart rate down, knowing he could probably hear it skipping. "Would you still be the pack alpha?"

"I don't know. We'd probably hold a pack meeting, discuss it as a group." Matt scratched the back of his head, for a moment going into deep thought, before abruptly bringing himself out of it. "Are you hungry?"

At that very moment, Y/N's stomach rumbled loudly, making her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

"Does that answer your question?" Y/N chuckles, awkwardly, Matt giving her a beaming smile.

"There's a Thai place across the street, you like Thai?" Matt stands up, making his way to the door to grab his shoes.

"Uh-sure, but-ah," Y/N stumbles over her sentence, as she shakily makes it to her feet, attempting to catch up with Matt.

"Hey, hey, don't do that sweetheart," Matt protests, rushing back over to support Y/N's frail body, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I-uh...I didn't want you to leave me." Y/N mumbles, mildly flustered by the soft, but firm touch, Matt had placed on her body to keep her secure. She watches Matt's shoulders drop, and his face soften.

"Sorry, honey, I didn't think." Matt lead Y/N back to the couch that he had just been sitting on, "I'm not gonna go anywhere, I'll call up, and get it delivered."

Matt sat down with Y/N reaching into his pocket to fish out his phone, with one hand he scrolled through his previous numbers, as the automated voice read each one out, before he stopped on the one that just simply read 'Thai'.

Matt's other hand was resting gently on Y/N's waist, he cradled her close to his side, making sure not to grab her bandaged waist too tightly.

Y/N let herself relax, she'd never enjoyed being this close to an Alpha, but she couldn't bare the thought of being away from him. She let her head fall on his shoulder, listening to it vibrate as he spoke their order, not even paying attention to his words, just enjoying being centimetres from his bonding gland.

Matt finished up the order, tossing his mobile to the side of him, and turn his body inwards, to create a better shell for Y/N to lay into. It looked as if Matt wanted to lay his hand on Y/N's thigh, but he stops himself short, placing it on his own leg.

"You're so respectful." Y/N hums, reaching to tentatively touch Matt's fingers, running her fingertips over his bruised and scared knuckles.

Matt's fingers twitched a little, the delicate touches, tickling his skin.

"What do you mean?" Matt is careful with his tone and words, he can sense that Y/N is feeling fragile. He's grateful for everything Y/N had told them today, all of her candour was tough for her to say, he could tell it had taken a great toll on her mentally.

"You don't push your luck," Y/N shrugged, she briefly looks into Matt's eyes, but darts her eyes away, feeling her skin prickle with awkward heat.

'Why you being so awkward, he can't even see you'

"I wouldn't dream of it, I'm sure you'd have my hand off if I even thought of testing my luck." Matt chuckles, Y/N enjoys the sensation against her cheek, pushing the side of her face into it.

"Hm, you wouldn't be the first." Y/N speaks cooly, Matt can hear the serious undertones of that statement, and it makes his chest hurt with rage, but he keeps a lid on it, not wanting to alarm, the dainty figure in his arms.

The two sat there for a while, just enjoying each other's scents and touch. They both jumped a little when the door bell went, with the delivery driver's arrival.

"You're gonna have to give me a second, sweetheart." Matt mumbles, Y/N's arms were fixed around his waist, her eyes were droopy as she clung to him tightly.

"Don't go." Y/N mumbles, this time turning her face fully into his neck, her nose bumps his gland, her lips brushing the sensitive skin, causing fireworks to shoot through Matt's body, stunning him for a moment.

Y/N quickly pulls away when she feels Matt's body twitch beneath her. She winces, as she pushes herself to the other side of the couch, wrapping her arms around her middle stiffly.

"Sorry." she mutters, once again heat prickling her skin, the fine hairs on her body stand on end, and her scent is uncontrollably embarrassed.

"It's okay, Y/N," Matt reaches for Y/N's thigh, but she twists it purposefully out of his way, squinting as she pulls her knees up, shifting to find a comfortable position, despite her wound.

Matt bites his lip, but goes to answer the door, not wanting to leave the poor delivery driver waiting much longer. He takes the food quickly, giving him probably too large of a tip, thanks the driver, and then rushes back to Y/N, who's sat just as embarrassed as she was when he'd left her.

Matt goes about grabbing plates for the food, as well as cutlery, Y/N's ears twitch as she hears Matt banging around in the kitchen. Her eyes widen as she watches him in the environment much better suited to those, who are a few ranks below him.

Standing on wobbly legs, she manages to stagger her way to the kitchen, making Matt stop what he was doing instantly.

"What are you doing?" Y/N stammers. clutching the kitchen side for support.

"I could ask you the same question, go and sit down." Matt takes one of Y/N's hands, in hopes of guiding her back to her seat, but she manages to hold her position.

"Why are you doing that?" Y/N gestures at the stack of plates, and fist of cutlery Matt had thrown on top of it, littering the side boards in the kitchen.

"Do you want to eat with your hands instead?" Matt asks bemused.

"No," Y/N answers, bluntly, "But let me do it, you're an Alpha, you don't prepare food."

Y/N attempts to move passed Matt, to grab the plates, but Matt has got a strong grip on her, and she's left entirely to Matt's mercy, wobbling on her shaky knees.

"Earlier you could barely dress yourself, I think you should just let me look after you, and you should sit down before you fall down." Matt instructs, already taking Y/N back to the couch, "Besides, I did not prepare the food."

"But still, you shouldn't be dishing it out to me, I'm not even a member of your pack?" Y/N is still very confused, this pack was confusing, she didn't understand the rules at all.

"Who said you weren't?" Y/N hears the hurt in Matt's voice, and she bows her head submissively, sad she'd upset the Alpha.

"Well, no one really said I was." Y/N shrugged, allowing Matt to take her weight, guiding her back into the soft seat.

Matt squats down in front of her, taking her hands into his, and looking as deeply into her eyes as he could manage.

"Would you like to be?"

"Umm-well...I..." Y/N felt her mouth go dry as she tried to find the words. It had been nearly 10 years since Y/N had been apart of a pack, and she wasn't really sure what she wanted. Sure, everyone seemed really nice, and plus Claire was apart of this pack so how bad could it be. Yet Y/N couldn't forget the little niggle of worry and trauma that wormed its way around Y/N's brain, controlling her next moves.

"I don't know." Y/N manages to muster up, dumbly, "I don't know what I would like."

Matt couldn't help the little bit of hurt that weaved its way into his scent, but he manages to force it down, giving the most believably smile he could muster.

"Nono, it's okay. I wasn't expecting you to want to jump into our crazy pack family straight away, I just wanted to let you know it's an option." Matt rambles, and Y/N nods slowly with his words.

"I'm sorry, I can't give you a better answer."

Matt shakes his head, "don't worry, right now, let's just get you fed."

Matt leans up and kisses Y/N's forehead, surprising even himself, but he decides to move passed it quickly, trying to ignore the firework feeling that shot through his body once again.

For a moment the two sit in a silence, hard to tell if it was comfortable or awkward, but it's Matt, who interrupts it.

"So, you have 16 siblings?" Matt questioned, through a mouthful of food.

Y/N nods, politely covering her mouth as she finishes her final chews, before responding with a muffled, "yep."

"I don't know how you coped with that, I'd struggle just to remember everyone's names." Matt chuckled, Y/N let out a breathy laugh.

"You never forget when you're bottom of the pile, my father always told me to remember my place, remember who's above me." Y/N explained, she noticed the change in Matt scent from curious, to conciliatory.

"Who was above you?" Matt asked, glumly.

"My eldest brother and my father's first born is Zev, he was second in command, he could be vile, but not as bad as my second oldest brother Rudi, he was the worst. He teased me for being my father's bastard, made disgusting comments about my mother, all in all, he was a vicious prick."

Matt places his hand on Y/N's forearm, pushing out his caring hormones as he attempts to comfort Y/N, whose anxiety and rage levels began to spike.

"I'm okay, he's not here now, I'm fine," Y/N promises, patting Matt's hand that still lay on her arm.

"As for the rest of them it went; Lupe and Ingo, Ashina, Rawl, Blevine, Daciana, Eyolf, Otsana, Maccon, Tala, Ylfa, Seff, Conri and Faolan."

"Wow, that's impressive," Matt nodded, his hand still lay on Y/N's forearm, he enjoyed the sensation of her warm skin, resting on his finger tips, "I can't imagine living with that many people at one time."

"No? You enjoy being a lone wolf?" Y/N jests lightly, but regrets it when she sense Matt's change in scent, to slight sadness.

"No, loneliness creeps up on you sometimes." Matt sucked on his lower lip catching it between his teeth.

"Sorry." Y/N mumbled, scenting regretful, but Matt is quick to turn to face her, soft look on his face.

"No please don't be. I just haven't found my Luna yet," Matt assured, "And who knows, that could come sooner than I think."

Y/N was just thankful, she had food to distract herself from the feelings whizzing around her brain.

'God he's sexy.'

Chapter Five

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The Hound of Hell's Kitchen

Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou

Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader

Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language

(18+ Only)

Chapter Three: Who Let The Dog Out

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Violence and Slight Gore

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Doing an early chapter release this week, as I will be at work all day tomorrow.

"Mama, I want my mama." the little girl whimpered, squeezing her dirtied bunny, close to her chest. Her big brown eyes, shinning in the little light, the dank and dirty cellar had to offer.

"Shut it, you little bitch!" the man more than triple her size growled, spitting in her face. "We're gonna see how much mama thinks your worth."

The little girl anxiously chewed the ear of her bunny, clutching it tightly, in her small grasp.

"Let her go."

A voice from the darkness echoed out. Coarse and rough.

The grubby man spun on the spot searching in the darkness for the source of the sound.

"Who the hell's there." the man pulled a gun that was tucked inside the waist band of his pants, he cocked it, aiming blindly into the shadows.

"Let her go." the voice came again, this time from the other side of the cellar.

Spinning on the spot, the man shot blindly into the darkness. The flare from the gunfire briefly lighting up the deceptively large room.

The little girl shrieked with each shot, burying her face into the only comfort item she had to hand.

"What do you even want with a little girl?" the darkness asked skeptically. There was another round of blinding gunshots.

Whilst the little girl hid in the cuddly toy, there were sounds of grunting and thumping, the sound of fists and feet, meeting faces and sides.

Finally the darkness had emerged, holding the man to his knees, by the throat, his face now bloody, and mildly disfigured.

"Answer my question."

"She's one of them."

"One of what?" The darkness grasps tighter into the man's hair.

"Look I don't know man, they just paid me to get hold of her, all they told me, was she's one of the originals."

Tired of the man's less than helpful description, the darkness silences the quivering man, with one final blow to his face, knocking him clean out.

The room soon fell silent, the little girl found the bravery to look up into the room, shaking violently, her knees pulled close to her chest.

She whimpered at the sight of a man in a mask, he stood over her breathing heavily. He soon shrunk down to her size, kneeling on the floor next to her.

"Lets go little one, you're safe now," the man held out his hand, the little girl receded from his touch, not yet trusting this heroic stranger, "I'm going to take you back to your mama."

The little girl was skeptical, but allowed the man to lift her into his arms. She ran her fingers over his mask, feeling each little indent and detail on the textured face.

The hero walked silent, back through the abandoned house, but he stopped dead in his tracks as he heard the hurried footsteps of five men approaching the hallway. The only hallway between himself and the child's escape.

He places the little girl on the ground pushing her behind himself, she clutched at his leg, peaking to the side.

The five men stopped dead in the hallway, all armed with various weaponry, some had guns, some had chains, others knives and machetes.

The hero was vastly outnumbered, one to five, now, but going by the thunder of further footsteps above, and outside the building, it wouldn't be long before he would be completely swarmed.

He prepared for the fight to come, pushing the little girl further behind him.

However, before the first punch could be thrown, the sound of screams and pleas for help, echo from outside the building.

The hero twitches his head from side to side, all was happening in a flash around him, he couldn't decipher what was going on, only feet away from him, he felt vulnerable.

Soon the five men that stood before him, turned to face what had made its way down the stairs of the building.

The hero detected two sets of legs, four individual footsteps. Sniffing the air he analysed it was some sort of animal, the sound of its claws, dragging across the concrete floor. Yellow eyes pierced through the shadows like glowing embers, teeth gnashing, muzzle covered in crimson crystals of blood.

'A dog. No not a dog, too large for a dog. Too large for a wolf. A hound?'

Shagged blood stained, black fur, rippled with every muscular stride the animal made, drawing near and nearer to the men in the middle. The hero had never seen anything like this before, he stood rooted to the spot, stunned by the mythical beast, it radiated power.

"Dios no! Please God! No." One of the men pleaded, he fell to his knees, making the sign of the cross, pressing his palms together, squeezing his eyes closed.

"El perro diablo." a second man gasped, he turned to flee towards, the hero, who reacted swiftly, putting him to the floor, with one blow to the face.

Gun fire began, the three remaining men, who had not fled, or resulted to prayer, wildly fired into the open space, the Hound was quick to dodge each bullet, despite it’s large size, it showed great agility. Soon launching itself into the air, hind legs like coiled springs, propelling the hound into the air, landing in front of the praying man.

“No don’t.” The hero tried to reason, holding his hands up in pleading.

Yet it was too late, It's jaw wide, it engulfed the head of the praying man, snapping it clean off, with just the closing of its teeth. The headless man fell flat to the floor, nothing but a pool of blood washing across the concrete. The Hound tousled it’s head, before expelling the man’s skull, his face mauled beyond recognition.

The hero rushed forward, to prevent further massacre, but he was brought to an immediate stop, one of the remaining men, attempting to defend himself from the creatures of the night.

The hero fought for his life, as he tried to reach the creature, who tore through the men, like they were made of nothing more than tissue paper. One by one, each was torn to pieces, bits of body and flesh being splattered against the dirty grey walls.

The battle was short lived, the creature made light work of the morsels in front of it. Before, the hero could react, the creature had propelled itself over his head, landing perfectly, between himself and the young girl.

"Wait." The hero, was about to rush towards, the girl, trying to protect her from this savage individual.

"Doggy?" the little girl whimpered, she tilted her head, admiring the life-sized stuff toy that stood, panting heavily, in front of her.

The hero watched in amazement, as the Hound bowed its head, its ears flopping to the side. Its head was low enough now, the little girl was able to reach up, tentatively touching the centre of the dogs face.

The little girl's hand was so small she was able to place her palm flat on the dog's face, right between the eyes. The little girl watched in wonder, as the Hound's pupils dilated, the small baby hairs on the girl's forehead withered slightly, under the soft breaths of the creature.

"Who are you?" The hero asked, but before he could have even a glimpse of an answer, both his own and the Hound's ears flickered, the sound of a man gasping and crawling along the floor, peaked both their attention.

The hound growled, curling itself around the girl protectively.

There was no time for either of them to react, the man, who’s body was slashed and torn was wise enough to reach for his gun.

The Hound leapt.

The man fired.

An animalistic cry, recapitulated off the blood coated walls, another spray of red, showered what little space that was left. This time from one of the saviours instead.

The Hound crumbled to the floor, blood soaking the ground beneath its flank.

"Doggy no!" the little girl cried, running and falling to her knees, pressing their heads together. The hero surged forward kicking the gun out of the dying man's hand, and delivering an unconscious blow to the side of his temple.

Turning back to the heavily panting animal, he could hear the dripping of the blood, as it leaked from the open wound in the Hound's side.

The hero sniffed the air, as he kneeled next to the fur covered body, placing his hand just above the withers of the Hound's body. His hand stopped dead, barely reaching the tips of the thick fur.

The hero sniffed harder. This time placing his hand on the head of the Hound, looking into its closing eyes...

"Y/N...Omega."

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"You're to leave this pack, this city, this state." her father's voice rattled her brain. Her subconscious screaming, as her thoughts and dreams are clouded by this night terror.

"But father, please, I'm sorry!" Y/N pleaded, it was like she was in a glass box, trapped in the second circle of hell, forced to live the worst day of her life, over and over.

"You're no daughter of mine. No child of mine, is born an Omega."

"But it's not my fault, I can't stop nature." Y/N supplicated, she looked to her litter mates, neither one could look back at her. All shared the same look of shame and disappointment.

"Pray for your salvation from Damnation, pray or burn for your sin and darkness, you have cursed this pack with." The booming voice of Y/N's father, made her blood turn to ice.

"I can't pray this away, father," Y/N sobbed, "I can't stop nature."

"Then you are banished from the pack, from this land, you are not to return here-ever."

"Please father, please!"

Y/N's night terror faded out into darkness, dipping back into the land of the lonely soul.

It was Y/N's conscience that woke first.

Terrifying.

Imagine being trapped in a pitch black box. No idea how big the walls are, how high the ceiling is, or even knowing if you were stuck in a box at all. The only thing stopping you from slipping into a deep space of insanity is the faint sound of another person's voice.

"Is she gonna be okay?" a low toned voice came through; kind, deep but a little rough around the edges, a man's voice.

"It was a flesh wound at most, she just lost a lot of blood, because her adrenaline was high." A mellower voice spoke, Y/N knew this one well, but in the state of darkness, she couldn't pin point it exactly. "She's had worse."

"What do you mean?" The first voice came again, as Y/N started to become more aware of her surroundings, she became aware of the scents around her.

For example, she could smell the worry of an Alpha, it was heavy in the air, it was an Alpha scent she recognised, but not like a best friend, but a strong acquaintance, the more Y/N concentrated on it, the more she realised it was all around where she lay.

It was then she began to feel the sensation of the bed sheets beneath her, curling in between her fingers, she rubbed the fabric between her forefinger and her thumb.

'Satin?' her voice echoed within her own head.

Well she certainly wasn't in her own crummy little apartment bed.

Becoming more aware of her surroundings, Y/N notices how the sheets are cool on her back, and she feels a flash of anxiety, when she realises she naked.

"What is she?" The man chimed again, Y/N could hear the bristle of stubble, the man was clearly scratching his chin, anxiously. All her senses seem to be coming back at once. With the scratching, the smell of not just one or two Alpha's but possibly three or four, was only helping to spur Y/N's race to consciousness.

"You really know nothing of our ancestors' history?" The woman's voice scoffed.

'Who was that? I know that voice?'

"Claire, don't torture the man." A new sound, a new voice, another Alpha .

'But wait...Claire!'

Oh no, if Claire is here, she must have got herself into some serious trouble.

"I'll let her tell you herself...she's awake." Claire, the smirk, evidence in her tone, "Aren't you, Y/N."

Y/N peaked one eye open, the space blurry for a second, before it snapped into focus. A grey brick ceiling above her, a mundane ceiling light swayed in the slight draft coming from the poorly sealed window.

Her second eye fluttered open, also briefly fuzzy, Y/N was able to blink it away, turning her head from side to side, attempting to ware out the crick in her neck.

"Y/L/N." Claire called her name again, coming to her side, and being in view.

"Temple." Y/N groaned, allowing Claire to help her sit up, Y/N clutched at the thin sheet that covered her bare chest, making sure she remained decent, "How long was I out this time?"

"Just a few days." Claire shrugged, her fingers going to Y/N's wrist, not so subtly checking Y/N's pulse.

"What was it that took me out?" Y/N winced, as she used the hand that was free, to feel over her heavily bandaged abdomen.

"Bullet to the flank." Claire states, not taking her eyes off her watch.

"Well shit." Y/N hissed, when she accidentally caught the wound, Claire slapped her hand away, her and Y/N sharing a playful smile.

Y/N looked around at the rest of the room.

It was pretty bare, the same brick used for the ceiling was also used on the walls, the only splash of colour came from the dark oak beams, that supported the individual walls, with no real pattern.

What caught Y/N's eye the most was the group of people standing just beyond the bedroom. She sniffed the air as subtle as she could, trying to pick out the individuals, who all ogled at her, making her shift a little uncomfortable, securing the sheet tight under her armpits.

The scents in the air told her that there was three Omegas, plus Claire, all of which mated and bonded to three of the Alphas, and one lone beta, Y/N recognised as Foggy.

However, the scent Y/N fixated on the most was the smell of sandalwood and vetiver. The man in the red spectacles, only he wasn't wearing his glasses this time.

No, this time, Y/N could see his whole face, and my God, did she think he was beautiful. She'd never admired an Alpha like him before...she'd never admired an Alpha at all. Her views of them were tainted by her past, but this one, she knew, she had a gut feeling he was different.

That showed by the way he rushed forward to the bed, the moment she sat up.

"Y/N? Are you okay? How do you feel?"

"Jesus, Matt let her get her bearings, the girl’s just woken up after being shot." Claire defended Y/N, holding her arm up, blocking the Alpha from getting any closer.

"Sorry," he cleared his throat, perching himself on the edge of the bed, "You just had me worried."

"Worried?" Y/N frowned, "Why would you be worried about me?"

"Well first I think you're an enhanced Beta running from the authorities to avoid active service, then I think you're an even rarer being, an enhanced Omega, and then the next time I see you, you've transformed into some large shaggy dog..."

“Hound," Y/N interrupted Matt's rant, "I'm not a dog."

"I'm sorry," Matt scented strongly of sincerity, "transform into a large hound, with the capability of tearing people apart."

"It was you?" The realisation slowly hitting Y/N like a tone of bricks, "It was you in the red suit? With the little girl?-the little girl? The Hunters." Y/N panicked, wincing as she moved to hastily, Claire pushes lightly on her shoulder, trying to keep her contained to the bed.

"Hey, hey, she's okay," Matt soothed, placing his hand on Y/N's satin covered calve, giving it a small squeeze, "we got her back to her mom, she's fine. Don't worry, sweetheart, we did it."

Y/N felt her heart slow back to normal, her body flooded with comforting hormones, all from a simple touch from an Alpha.

"As for the 'Hunters' you dealt with them." Claire assured, sending Y/N a pointed look, which makes Y/N swallow hard, shrinking slightly into the bed.

"But it was you," Y/N continued, "It was you in the suit."

Matt nodded, his hand was still firm and comforting on Y/N's leg. Y/N didn't know if she wanted him to take it off, or move higher.

"Well, that explains the fancy toner," Y/N shrugged, "You mask your hormones, and your scents, hides your identity."

Matt smirks at her, "Yeah, that's pretty much it."

"So you're not blind." Y/N huffed, looking at Matt through her eyelashes.

"No...no I am blind," Matt was still smiling, "There are more than one way to see."

"Mmmm pretty sure there isn't, but let's just say I believe you." Y/N still looked at him skeptically, controlling her own urges to wave her hand in his face.

"But I'm not the important one right now, I wanna know about you."

"Yeah we all do." A blonde Omega, chimed in, she was sat next to a female Alpha with black hair. "What are you?"

The Omega got jabbed in the back, by the Alpha next to her.

"Trish." She spoke in a low and warning tone, "Don't be rude."

"No, no," Y/N held her hand up, "I'm guessing you all saw my shift?"

"When Matt brought you to me, you were still shifted." Claire confirmed, "The others got here just after, you didn't turn back to you, until about a day ago."

"I'll tell you guys everything you want to know," Y/N nodded, "but first...can I put some clothes on? It's a bit weird sitting here in front of you guys completely nude."

Everyone seem to be letting out a breath, Y/N hadn't realised they had been holding, the tension suddenly slipped out of the room, like water out of glass. People's shoulders relaxed, as all of them shared small smiles towards Y/N nodding, and turning from the room, Foggy standing and closing the door of the bedroom. Leaving, only Claire, Matt and Y/N, in the room.

"You can borrow some of my clothes." Matt offered, walking to his wardrobe. Matt's offer of sharing his clothes made Y/N buzz on the inside, it was a strange alien feeling, she didn't know if it was good or bad. However, when Matt handed her the t-shirt, the hormones of excitement and eagerness flooded her brain.

"Easy, little Omega." Claire interrupted Y/N's little daydream, making her snap back into reality, the heat in her face felt strong, and the room quickly filled with the scent of embarrassment.

"Err-um." Y/N cleared her throat inelegantly, "Sorry..uh...could you help me."

Y/N held up the garment, not to either of them in particular, but it was Matt, who took it from her hand.

"Sure, sweetheart."

Chapter Four

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[the-mighty-jellybean]

I would like to call out this man for weaponizing his dimples so he can get away with anything 😤

[the-mighty-jellybean]

The Hound of Hell's Kitchen

Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou

Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader

Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language

(18+ Only)

Chapter Two: Bottled Up

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Violence, Slight Gore

Word Count: 3.9k

"That isn't me." Y/N lied, sitting back in her chair, looking between Matt and Foggy.

"I think we all know that, that isn't true, Y/N." Foggy quirked a brow at her, Y/N's eyes darting between the two.

"Look," Y/N leant forward, pressing her fingers together to make a triangle in front of her, she leaned heavy on her elbows, "That Alpha was throwing his weight around, he was pressuring that little girl, perusing her."

"So you decided to throw him through a train door, and break his arm?" Matt tilted his head upright, also lifting his eyebrows.

"He wasn't going to stop," Y/N huffed, "Alpha's like that never do."

Her voice goes faint at the end, Matt's lips twitch again, this time, Y/N couldn't tell whether it was because he was uncomfortable or angry.

'Fuck this Alpha was hard to read…but my god is he pretty-wait what?!

The toner he was wearing was strong, it was so distracting, she could barely tell what emotions he was scenting.

"Well now he's pressing charges of assault and battery." Foggy, explained glumly. That quickly snapped Y/N out of her thoughts.

"Battery?" Y/N snorted, "I hardly touched the dirty bastard."

"I think the broken arm, and the video evidence of you sending the man through the train doors might be a give away." Foggy bit his lip, both the men seem genuinely sorry for Y/N, but she couldn't allow herself to so easily trust these men.

"What I'd like to know, is how a Beta of your size and build is able to lift an Alpha off the ground by his throat, and launch him with such force he lands almost 40 feet away from where he started?" Foggy pressured, once again Y/N was tapping her feet. “Are you enhanced?”

"Something like that." Y/N fiddled with the hem of her jumper, before bringing it to her mouth to chew on.

"Don’t do that with your jumper,” Matt instructed, Y/N immediately dropped the sleeve from her mouth, a look of shock on her face, Matt shuffled in his seat, sitting forward, “we need you to be honest with us Y/N, if you want us to help you.”

‘I’m honestly confused as fuck...as to why I stopped chewing my sleeve’

Y/N stared blankly at the Alpha for a moment, confused as to why she would naturally listen to this man, this man who can’t even see her, so how did he know she was chewing her sleeve?

“I want your help, please just tell me what I have to do." Y/N breathed ignoring Matt’s request, "you're my council, how the hell do I fix this mess?"

"Well we're gonna start by getting you released on bond, on the grounds that you weren't informed on why you were brought her, that alone should get that fixed, and then we'll worry about the rest later." Matt reassured, Y/N nodded along.

The two men stood, Y/N reached her hand out, and the two men took it in turns to shake it, first Foggy, and then Matt.

When Y/N and Matt's hands met, and their skin slotted together, it felt like sparks flew up each others arms, like their very touch created it's own source of electricity.

Both of them quickly pulled back, Y/N brushing her hand on her thigh, and quickly dropping her gaze away from Matt, who seemed just as stunned and awkward.

“Sorry, must be storm coming, lots of static in the air.” Y/N shrugged, not quite believing her own explanation. Matt stayed silent, a distant look on his face.

Foggy cleared his throat, jolting Matt back to reality, and the two of them left awkwardly.

'Well that was weird.'

Moments later, the two men reappeared, flagged by the same arresting officers.

"Well you're free to go." The officer, seemed to be talking through his teeth. "For now, head to the front desk, and they'll give you the rules of being released on bond."

Y/N nodded, standing, she followed the four men down the corridor, back to the desk she had been checked in an hour or so ago. The woman explained the rules, but Y/N couldn't concentrate.

She was stood right next to Matt, she could hear his heart in his chest, it was beating fast and strong. A thin layer of sweat was pricking his forehead, and his grip on his cane was making his knuckles turn white.

'Is he sick?'

Her eyes darted to the side, his cheeks were flexing and his jaw twitched.

'What was this dudes problem?'

Eventually the woman finished, Y/N signed some papers, before being led out the station, to the bustle of the busy city.

"Well thanks," Y/N flashed a smile, before turning away from the two men.

"You're welcome, we'll be in touch." Foggy waved, before grabbing Matt by the arm and leading him away. Matt's eyes seem to linger on Y/N for a little longer, before he allowed himself to be walked away by Foggy.

---------

Y/N rushed down the avenue, desperate to get to the shop before Jordan closed up for the night. She was gonna need her backpack, within the next few hours or her blocker was going to wear off, and she was going to be vulnerable tonight.

She ran as fast as her legs would carry her, not caring about the people she was knocking out the way, mumbling a rushed apology as she carried on running.

Fumbling to a stop, she pressed her palms on her knees as she gasped for breath, bending in half. Managing a few choked breaths before looking up at the sign in front of her.

CLOSED

"Goddamit." Y/N cursed, reaching up to fist her hair.

'What the fuck am I going to do.'

---------Later that night----

"Please! No! Please." The man crawled back desperate, not caring as he cut his palms on the broken glass, as he tries to kick himself away.

Slobber fell heavy on the ground, nothing by grinding teeth, and low growls, echoed around the alleyway.

The only thing the man could see through the dark, was the glowing yellow eyes, that stare savagely back at him. The eyes hung like lanterns in the pitch black abyss.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the man begged, holding his hands up to protect himself, desperately waving them around in the dark.

Then he felt it.

The wet nose of a...dog?

"Y-you're...an O-omega?"

It was cold against his palm, for one brief moment, he sat confused, but he didn't have time to think anything else, before the cold sensation of a nose was replaced by the ripping sensation of skin, as the creature pealed the man's skin off his hands.

The man shrieked in agony, kicking wildly, but the animal soon got hold of his upper arms, before finally making it to his face.

Soon the alleyway fell silent of human cries, instead filled with the sound of cracking bones and tearing tissue.

-------- early hours of the morning

Y/N stood outside the precinct alone. She was panicking, hard. Quickly, shoving her bandaged hands into her pocket, as a group of officers walked by her.

She hadn't managed to get hold of Jordan all night, she hadn't applied her spray in hours, and she didn't know what to do. She managed to find an old bottle of toner, under her bed, but it wasn't going to be enough. She probably wreaked of Omega at this point. people passed her in the street, when they looked at her, she worried they could smell her fear, and sweet fragrance.

Y/N was so caught up in her own thought, that she nearly punched Matt in the face, when he lightly touched her forearm, spinning round to face him.

"Sorry...sorry didn't mean to frighten you." Matt apologised hastily, his hand still rested on Y/N's arm.

"You didn't," Y/N lied, she must stink of Omega, and Omega anxiety, "I was already on edge, where’s Foggy?”

"I can tell," Matt confessed, he eventually released Y/N's arm, when he realised he was still holding it, "he’s on his way, running late, his Omega, was feeling unwell this morning. What happened to your hands?"

Matt scented strongly of concern, and every fibre of Y/N's Omega being, wanted to just fallen into his embrace, but she managed to keep herself composed. For now.

Y/N was quick to put her hands back in her pockets, wincing when the bandages pulled on the fabric in the process.

"Broke a glass, I'm clumsy." Y/N nodded, shuffling from side to side.

"Quite a glass?" Matt commented, "You sure you're okay?"

"Well not really, god knows what they're going to say to me today." Y/N confessed, pursing her lips.

"It's gonna be okay, we'll look after you...I'll look after you."

Y/N's face faltered at that statement, and it was clear Matt had made himself uncomfortable.

"You smell..."

"I did shower this morning." Y/N interrupted, sniffing under her armpits and the collar of her shirt, scenting embarrassed.

"No," Matt laughed, but his smile dropped, "you smell different today? You smell like...an Omega."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, she felt like she'd just swallowed a glass of wet cement, and she feared she'd never breathe again.

'Oh fuck...fuckfuckfuck....an Alpha knows...knows I lied’

“But yesterday you…”

“I never said I was a Beta, people just assume, because I have a lot of confidence.” Y/N panicked, her breathing laboured, the smell of her own anxiety was choking her.

“Y/N-“

“Please-Matt-Alpha-Mr Murdock, please don’t tell anyone.” Y/N was pleading, pleading for her life.

It was bad enough she assaulted an Alpha, under the pretence of being a Beta, but for an Omega to assault an Alpha, Christ this would be it.

“Hey, hey it’s gonna be okay,” Matt stepped forward, he turns to rest his cane on the wall behind him, before turning back to Y/N and taking hold of both her forearms, “shhh, it’s okay, don’t be scared.”

Matt’s hands slide down from her forearms to the underside of her wrists, he rubs slow circles into them, making sure he scents calm and reassuring.

“You don’t understand, I’ve committed a serious crime.” Y/N felt the sting of tears, and she didn’t know what was more embarrassing the fact she was whimpering like an Omega mess in a strangers arms, or the fact she was doing it so publicly right outside the precinct.

“Please don’t get upset, be calm Omega.” Matt’s voice was stern, but it gave Y/N great comfort. The command of ‘Omega’ was enough to bring Y/N back to the real world.

“But I can’t go in there, Matt, I’ve broken a serious law.” Y/N was still flustered, but she felt herself leaning into Matt, her instinct leading her to calm herself in the crook of Matt’s neck. She managed to hold herself back, and reserve some of her dignity.

“It’s gonna be okay, I’ve got some blocker spray in my pocket, it’ll dull your hormones enough that you should be undetectable, when we’re in there.” Matt jutted his head in the direction of the doorway, and Y/N felt her stomach sinking. She couldn’t stop the panic.

“Y/N, breathe, honey,” Matt encouraged, he was scenting calm so strongly, he worried that half the precinct would be asleep by the time they got in there. “Just breathe, everything is gonna be okay.”

Y/N took some shaky breaths but she was able to get herself back into some kind of control. Matt reached into his suits inner pocket and pulled out a little bottle not too dissimilar to Y/N’s.

“Here, spray this quickly.” Matt instructed, and Y/N did not need to be told twice. She was quick to apply it to her neck and her wrists, and then handed the bottle back to Matt, who tucked it back away.

“Thank you.” Y/N sighed, managing to get her breathing back under control. Y/N felt her sensitive scent dampen, the spray hadn't been a block, but a very strong toner, she suspected it was just as illegal as her blocker spray, but she didn't think now was the time to discuss, something like that.

“Don’t mention it,” Matt reassured, his lips twitching into a smile, “I want to keep you safe.”

Y/N furrows her brow and opens her mouth to ask Matt a question but she was interrupted by the scent of sweat and gasping breaths.

“Sorry-sorry I’m late.” Foggy rasped from behind Matt, he leaned heavily on Matt’s shoulder, as he tried to steady his breathing, “Karen was very unwell-didn’t want to leave her-alone.”

“So where did you leave her?” Matt questioned.

“With Danny and Colleen, he says he’ll try and make her better?” Foggy nodded, Matt gave a singular nod of acknowledgement, whilst Y/N stood still just as confused as before.

“Are they some kind of doctors?” Y/N asked.

“Umm, no not really,” Foggy fumbled, he fiddled with his tie, “more of a natural herbalist thingy.”

“Riiiight, didn’t think a man like yourself would believe in that shit, but hey it’s your life not mine.” Y/N smiled, a very in-genuine smile, “now speaking of life’s…shall we see where I’ll be spending the rest of mine.”

Y/N gestured to the building with her head, keeping her hands firmly in her pocket and the two men nodded in agreement, before following Y/N inside.

——

Y/N stood before the officer, looking to the floor, she rubbed her thumb anxiously across her bandaged knuckles. She was doing it so aggressively Matt worried she might peel her own skin off.

"Well...Y/N, you're free to go." the officer grumbled, signing the papers in front of him aggressively.

"What?" Foggy stated confused, Y/N said nothing but kept her head down, finding the floor of the precinct fascinating.

"The charges against you are dropped." The officer, says, begrudgingly.

"On the account of?" Matt chimed in.

"On the account of the complainant being found dead this morning, in an alleyway in Hell's Kitchen." The officer stated, bluntly, seeming completely bored by the whole ordeal, if not a little frustrated he was able to let Y/N go so freely.

"So that's it then?" Y/N looked up briefly, shuffling side to side on her feet. "I can go."

"Yeah you're free to go, take this," The officer hands a release form to Y/N, "sign here," he directs Y/N to an empty dotted line, which she scribbles her name down hastily. "Right, clear off."

Y/N snorts, rolls her eyes, and pushes her way through Foggy and Matt heading towards the door.

"What the hell happened to this guy?" Foggy asked, Y/N paused at the door, her ears twitching for a moment.

"Found the dude in an alley, his face torn to shred, had to use tattoo identification." The police officer shrugged.

"Not dental?" Matt quirked his head to the side, Y/N noticed that he was tilting it back in her direction slightly.

"Teeth were shattered, and some of them were...missing."

"Missing." Foggy sounded horrified, and that was all Y/N needed to hear, before she pushed the door open and swiftly exited.

Y/N was quick to walk away from the precinct, as fast as her legs could carry her. Heading for the shop, so she could pick up her bag from work.

In her own little world, she looked behind her briefly, before coming to a sudden holt as she collided into something solid, with great force.

She hit the "wall" so hard, Y/N had to stop herself from falling backwards, a hand grabbed her waist, balancing her out.

"Jesus Christ, watch where you're going-" Y/N stopped short in her sentence, as she stared at her own red reflection in the glasses of Matt Murdock. "What are you doing?"

"Why did you leave in such a hurry?" Matt asked her, Y/N swallowed thickly, but kept her face steel nonetheless.

"I was done, I got released, I'm not sure about you but I don't hang around precincts to get me kicks." Y/N jested, Matt smirked, scenting strongly of amusement, it made Y/N feel warm inside, she shook her head to get rid of the dreamy feeling that started to cloud her mind.

"It's kind of an occupational hazard," Matt shrugged, "What with being a lawyer and all."

Y/N rolled her eyes playful, she couldn't help the little smile that danced across her face, but the smile dropped momentarily.

"How did you get here so fast?" Y/N wondered, looking back in the direction she came, and then back to the Alpha standing before her.

"Short cut," Matt lied, "I wanted to talk to you-"

"I don't have time for this, Matt, I've got places to be." Y/N tries to move passed the deceptively quick blind man, but she's unsuccessful, as he grabs hold of her bicep. Y/N hisses, but gulps when she catches herself. "Sorry." she mumbles, quickly.

"It appears you have quite the temper, Miss Y/L/N." Matt points out, Y/N could hear the Alpha tone he was using, he was trying to assert dominance, scenting strongly of authority.

However, Y/N was just about able to shrug him off.

"Oh you don't know the half of it." Y/N rolled her eyes, fixing her jacket, which had been ruffled by Matt's grip.

"I'd like to." Matt purrs, Y/N shuffles uncomfortable, and she scents regret from the Alpha, whose shoulders drop when he realises, he might have offended the Omega. "Sorry, I just mean, I'd like to get to know you better...I find you...fascinating."

"Fascinating?" Y/N showed an obvious look of offence, but quickly remembers the man in front of her can't see her, so she loudly scents annoyance, "Fascinating? I'm a person, not an experiment. Not some animal in a zoo, you can poke at with a stick. Good day, Mr Murdock."

Y/N didn't give Matt a chance to respond, before she turned and walked with pace, and vigour.

-----

Y/N managed to get to the shop, just before Jordan was closing up for lunch, sweat poured off her forehead, and she flapped the collar of her shirt, wildly, to create some kind of air circulation around her clothes.

"Jordy." Y/N panted, catching the Beta's attention, he turned to look at Y/N, but his expression read far from happy.

"Y/N." Jordan spoke bluntly, he disappeared back into the shop, yet before Y/N could follow him in, he came outside again, physically blocking Y/N from entering. Y/N furrowed her brow, and looked down at Jordan's hand where he clutched the strap of her backpack.

Y/N's eyes widened when she realised the front pocket was open, the spray gone from inside of it.

"Looking for this." Jordan said coldly, holding the spray between his finger and thumb, Y/N felt the blood drain out of her head, heavy in her feet. She thought she was going to faint, but she managed a few shaky breaths.

"What's that?" Y/N tried to play it cool, but she knew Jordan could see in her eyes that she was panic stricken.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N," Jordan spat, "Don't lie to me...anymore."

Y/N looked to the sky, taking a step back, and biting her lip hard, mainly to control the whimpering cries that wanted to break loose from her chest.

"Jordy, I'm sorry-"

"Sorry? Sorry for what?" Jordan gritted through his teeth, "Sorry that you brought illegal blockers into my shop? Sorry that you lied about being a Beta? Sorry that you could have lost me my business, and send me to jail in the process? What? Hmm? Which bit are you sorry about? Roughly?"

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, squeezing her eyes shut, hoping that this whole situation would go away.

"I'm sorry for all of it Jordy. I'm so sorry about all of it." Y/N cried, she looked at Jordan pleadingly, but she was met with nothing but a hard stare. "Please don't tell anyone, please."

"Who am I going to tell? The cops? Then lose my business and go to jail for employing an Omega?" Y/N let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, but her relief was short lived, "No, I want you out of here, you don't come near me, or my business again, you understand me?"

"But Jordy, please-"

"Leave, Y/N!" Jordan roared, throwing Y/N's backpack and spray at her, bottle bouncing away, "And take this shit with you, you disgusting, bender."

Y/N couldn't believe what was happening, what Jordan had just called her, how her life seemed to just be going from one poor fortune to the next.

Y/N scrambles to grab her things, first the spray, which had gone skidding across the sidewalk, then grabbing her bag, shoving the bottle in the pocket, and hastily walking away.

She felt Jordan's eyes blazing into the back of her head, as she breaks into a sprint heading back towards her apartment. Eyes burning strong, Y/N fought with all she had to keep her tears at bay, at very least until she had made it home, to the safety of her one room, apartment.

Slamming the door behind her, Y/N falls to her knees, curling up on the rough surface, of her damp rotting floorboards.

However, before she could really wallow in her sorrow, there was a brisk and firm knock on her front door. At first Y/N wanted to ignore it, remaining where she was. Yet another knock came, this time followed by a stern voice.

"Y/L/N, open up, it's your landlord."

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, momentarily, before heaving herself to her feet, and staggering towards the apartment door. Opening the door slightly, she peaked out through the narrow gap she had left herself, looking at the battered black boots of her Landlord Mr. Fitzgerald.

"Mr Fitzgerald, how can I help you." Y/N rasped, still looking to the old man's boots.

"Rent, that's how you can help me." Fitzgerald ruffed, Y/N felt her chest tighten, and she rested her forehead on the doorframe, closing her eyes.

"I don't have it yet." Y/N sighed.

"That's the third time, your rent has been late." Fitzgerald scented of anger and irritation, "You have till the end of tomorrow or you're out. Understand?'

"But, Mr Fitzgerald-"

"Tomorrow evening, or you can pack your shit up, and go." Fitzgerald ended the conversation there, turning hot on his heels, and heading to his own apartment, slamming the door shut loudly. It made Y/N flinch, she too closed her door aggressively, before she let the angry tears roll down her face.

"Fuck..." Y/N hissed, punctuating her expletive by punching her fist into her pillow, "Fuck...fuckfuckfuckfuck!"

Y/N delivers blows to her defenceless pillow each time she swore.

"You. Fucking. Stupid. Piece. Of. Shit. Bitch. Omega."

Y/N eventually flopped into her pillow, she didn't cry, she didn't have the energy to be emotional anymore. She just lay there, breathing in the fibres of her pillow, instead tuning in to the noise of the city, outside her tiny window.

The noise of traffic, car horns, cyclists, people hailing cabs, people arguing over the prices of fruit.

Then Y/N heard it, the sound of a little girl.

Crying. Tiredly, into a soft toy.

She was in a dark room, somewhere underground, but not too far from where Y/N was laying right now.

Lifting her head up from the pillow, Y/N sniffs the air, opening her window wider, trying to get a better location.

"Mama...mama." the little girl wailed louder, Y/N heard the sound of a door unlocking, the girl's cries grew louder, less coherent more desperate.

"I'm coming, little one," Y/N felt her veins narrow, her pupils widen, the black spots of the city growing bigger.

"I'm coming."

Chapter Three

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Series Masterlist: The Hound of Hell's Kitchen

Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou

Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader

Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language

(18+ Only)

Chapter One: Laws of the Concrete Jungle

Chapter Two: Bottled Up

Chapter Three: Who Let The Dog Out

Chapter Four: Pack Meeting

Chapter Five: Family Ties

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The Hound of Hell's Kitchen

A/N: Hi Guys, so let's do this, brand new book, with a brand new fascination of mine. This is going to be a/b/o dynamic because I'm loving fics like this recently. I've been doing more research on this dynamic and how I can improve from my Stucky one. Including new terms and practices within this AU. Anyway, let's get on with this book.

Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou

Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader

Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language

(18+ Only)

Chapter One: Laws of the Concrete Jungle

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Angst, Violence

Word Count: 2.9k

"Start from the beginning, Miss Y/L/N," the man in red spectacles probed, "and we'll take it from there."

-------------A Few Hours earlier----------

"I heard, it's eyes glow like the devil."

"That's bullshit. I've heard when it howls, the ground shakes with the force of a thousand earthquakes."

Y/N quietly snorted to herself as she eaves-dropped on the two blabbering Beta's across from her on the subway. She quickly looked down at her feet, when the two men looked up at her, she reached into her bag to grab the small spray bottle, which contained her industrial sent blocker. Y/N was quick to apply the spray to her wrists, rubbing it in firmly, the blockers own scent was masked by the perfumed fragrance of rose and lavender. The men look away, Y/N rouse was bought, and the men carried on their conspiracy theories, Y/N electing to tune out this time.

The subway groaned under the weight of its cargo, as it pulled itself around the city. Y/N knew how it must have felt, supporting the people of this city, thankless; as it fulfils its purpose society had created it for.

Society.

What a joke that word was to Y/N. Society had done nothing for Y/N since the day she was born. In school, Y/N was taught that Society is what keeps the world ticking, without Society, the world descends in to chaos. Society and natural order was what kept people under control, and in their places.

What was Y/N's role?

Well the one Society had chosen for her, left her vulnerable; left her unable to work; unable to support herself; it had left her without a family; and all in all, she was alone within this society.

The natural order, Y/N was told to follow, left her at the bottom of the pile. An Omega, an unmated Omega at that.

The law stated that Y/N was not allowed to work, she would only be permitted to undertake voluntary work, but that was limited, as employers weren't keen on unmated Omegas holding positions within their establishment. Worried that an Alpha would not take kindly to the idea of having an unmated Omega in their presence, whether that be because of their own superiority complex, or employers would not be keen on settling any industrial tribunals if a Omega were attacked on their time.

Omegas weren't really allowed to even be out on their own. Traveling in a pack of Omegas was the preferred method, if you were yet to be mated, kept everyone safe, and was seen as proper, within this society.

However, Y/N sat alone on the rusted train, the only reason she successfully navigated this concrete jungle, was because of the black market blockers, she'd managed to source in some random back alley. It wasn't illegal to own scent toners, this was a chemical solution, which allows the scents of Omega's to be turned down, so that they might be less alluring to Alphas. Yet it was illegal to completely mask your scent altogether, let alone force your scent to be so severely altered, it made you present as something completely different. It had taken her ages to find the perfect solution to her natural predicament, but coming to New York had opened up many avenues, both for the better and the worse.

The train crunched to a stop, the whole train in unison shifting slightly to the left before snapping back right, then finding their balance once again. The doors shift open, people get off, people get on...but wait;

'What's that smell?'

Y/N thought, she scans the open doors either side of her, settling on the door on her right, she tries to subtly sniff the air, desperate to solidify the smell.

Her scenes land on a young girl, probably no older than 15, she smells of vanilla, but there's a hint of mildew. The familiar smell of female puberty. The breeze from the underground station she had just stepped off of, only helped to push her scent further into the small compartment.

Either she didn't know, or was trying to ignore it, but this girl was right in the middle of her presenting, and it wasn't going to end well for her.

Y/N noticed how the whole carriage had turned to face this innocent girl, the hairs stood up on the back of her neck, when a much older man entered just after the turning Omega. He had that look in his eye, a look that Y/N recognised all to well, a look that had haunted her every day of her life.

It was a wild look, pupils dilated, his lips were pursed in a thin line, low growls were rippling across his chest. They were quiet enough not to alert others in the train, but they were loud enough for Y/N sensitive hearing.

Y/N's fingers curled into fists, her own breathing laboured, when she noticed the way the Alpha male stood over the young girl. It was obvious the young Omega was uncomfortable, the way she picked at the fabric of her pants, bouncing her knee, staring straight ahead at her feet.

It appeared that no one else on the train was bothered by this clear display of Alpha aggression. Once the doors closed and everyone performed their unison dance to the left before popping back up to the right, they carried on with their lives. Y/N could tell some people were forcing themselves to ignore what was going on, mainly the elderly, and the other women within the carriage. Not wanting to draw attention to themselves.

However, Y/N was not intimidated by the obvious mating display, that she was witnessing. As the train continued to rattle along the track, the Alpha only appeared to be more incentivised by the "lack" of interest this little girl was showing.

When the train arrived at the next stop, the girl stands up, attempting to pass the man in front of her, he only side stepped to block her exit. She tries again, this time on the other side, but the man follows, this time he places his hand on her wrist.

That was all Y/N needed to see, she stands immediately, striding over to the Alpha.

"Let her go and get off the train." Y/N demand, standing not so much nose to nose, more chest to nose, with the aggravated Alpha.

"Buzz off Beta, this is none of your business." The man snarls, without taking his eyes, from the panicked young girl. Well at least Y/N knew her blockers were working.

Y/N snatches at the man's arm, gripping it tightly, by now the public are watching once again.

"I said," she sternly whispers, "Let. Go. Of. Her."

"Or what, Beta, what you gonna do about it"

"This."

Squeezing the man's arm firmly, she feels it break under her crushing grip instantly, making the Alpha cry out in pain. He goes to grab hold of the arm, squeezing his own, but Y/N is quick to slap it away, before she grabs the man under his throat. Panicked choking, splutters out of his mouth, spit splashing Y/N's face.

Slowly, Y/N raises the man off his feet, before she launches him through the closing train doors, bending them out of shape, as the Alpha flies through them, landing hard on the platform on the other side.

Y/N is panting with anger, but she swallows thickly, eyes darting left to right, everyone was looking, both in shock and fear. Y/N places her hand on the small of the young Omega's back, and pushes her lightly off the train, guiding her over the whimpering Alpha, who cradles his arm close to his chest, as he gasps for his own breath.

The Omega glances behind her shoulder, eyes wide, but she does go willingly with Y/N, who pushes her out of the subway station, and up onto street level.

"Are you alright?' Y/N asks the girl, once they're a good distance away from the scene that just unfolded.

"Umm yes, I think...um...thank you." the girl fumbled her way through the sentence, she was still wary. "What was that? You enhanced?"

"Something like that, but you don't need to worry anymore." Y/N flashed a brief smile, before reaching back into her rucksack and pulling out the spray, "Here put some of this on, then I advise going to the nearest pharmacy and getting a bottle of toner."

"Thanks...again." The Omega smiled shyly, taking the solution, and spraying it on her neck and wrists.

"Do your pits as well." Y/N advised, the girl's face going a light shade of pink, but she still does it, "Your scent will be strongest in your armpits, until you finish presenting."

The girl nodded, before spraying one last time just on the centre of her chest, and then hands the spray bottle back to Y/N, who quickly puts it in her bag.

"What's your name?" the omega asked.

"Y/N. What's yours?"

"Lucy."

Y/N flashes her smile, and extends her hand, and Lucy takes it, shaking it.

"Nice to meet you Lucy, stay out of trouble." Y/N advised once more, before slinging her rucksack onto her back, and walking away from the stunned girl, who quickly turns as well, heading to the local pharmacy.

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"Where have you been?" Jordan asked, wheeling his chair out from behind his desk, when Y/N threw her bag onto the floor.

"Don't ask." Y/N huffed, grabbing the stool next to her work station and seating herself, close to her picking station.

"Well, I'm your boss, I'm meant to ask, when my employee is late." Jordan chuckles. He was a kind Beta man, who ran a t-shirt printing shop towards the edge of hell's kitchen. Business was quiet, but that was better for Y/N. Jordan gave Y/N a job purely because she could lift heavier boxes of t-shirts than he could. He didn't ask questions about that, he was just grateful for the help.

And Y/N was just grateful that Jordan didn't really ask questions at all. Not about how she ended up in New York, or even where she had come from before. All he wanted was for her to turn up on time, pick some vinyl, and press t-shirts....and occasionally lift some deliveries.

She was good at all but the first.

Y/N did feel guilty about lying to Jordan, he was a good friend, but she didn't want to risk getting him into trouble. After all it was illegal to employ an unmated Omega for paid work.

"Sorry, bit of a situation on the subway." Y/N shrugged, head still down as she picked away at the plastic.

"Do I want to know anymore?"

"Nah, just some drunk." Y/N spoke without skipping a beat. That was all Jordan needed, as he turned back to his computer to answer emails.

Y/N was only a few hours into her shift before the peaceful silence that had fallen between the two coworkers was broken, by the sound of the shop bell ringing as someone entered through the front door.

Both of them looked up and were shocked to see two police officer standing at the front desks.

"Officers, how may I help you?' Jordan stood from his desk, making the very short walk to the front of the shop.

"We're looking for Y/N Y/L/N."

Y/N's blood ran cold, it felt as if her heart leapt out of her chest, and splattered onto the desk in front of her. Slowly she stood up, and came into view of the officers.

"How can I help you, officers." Y/N tried to control the shake in her voice, the reason for the visit from law enforcement could literally be a hundred different reasons, and all of which would end in Y/N getting herself a one way ticket to Manhattan Correctional Facility...or worst.

"Do you know anything about an incident on the subway from Sunnyside?" The officer asked, placing his hands on his hips, Y/N noticed how his fingers brushed over the Glock strapped to his belt, before they settled at his waist. The other officer is clearly sniffing the air, he isn't very subtle as he literally dips his head down and up, trying to profile Y/N.

"What another drunk wander onto the tracks?" Y/N tries to distract, she rubs at the gland on her wrist, trying to push the forced scent of confusion around the room.

"Not exactly no," the officer smirked, "We're gonna need you to come with us Miss Y/L/N."

"What for, am I under arrest?" Y/N spoke in disbelief, still trying to scent confused rather than panic.

"Depends, you gonna come quietly?" The officer's hands dropped down from his waist, to sitting on his cuffs and gun.

"I don't think I'll have a choice." Y/N mumbles, looking to Jordan, who sat in complete disbelief, his mouth hanging open, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his scent was strong, and clear.

"Y/N?" Jordan manages to force out.

"It's okay, Jordy," Y/N held her hand up, and she shuffled over towards the officers, she kicks her rucksack subtly under the desk, the officers none the wiser, "It'll be okay."

The officers escort her out, taking her to their car, before they made their journey back to the precinct.

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"Name." the clerk asked, not taking her eyes from the computer screen, as Y/N stood in front of the desk,

"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N." Y/N stated clearly, still trying to push the scent of confusion into the air.

Once the clerk had answered all the questions, Y/N was taken to a small interview room, the lights low and hazy, Y/N snuffed at the mirror on one side of the room, controlling the urge to wave.

The officer placed his hand on her shoulder, pushing her roughly into one of the seats. Y/N had to prevent herself from growling, or spiking her anger levels.

"Wait here," the officer spoke gruffly, "you have a lawyer?"

"I wasn't aware I was under arrest?" Y/N asked, looking up at the officer, confusion thick in the air.

"A lawyer will be provided to you if you don't have one." The officer didn't break character.

"No, I don't have a lawyer." Y/N huffed, turning to face the other side of the table which was empty. Slotting her fingers together, she starts to bounce her leg, once the officer left the room.

Y/N tried to listen to the conversations outside the door, however, the precinct was a busy place, banging and clanging, shouting and screaming, it was hard to pick up any specific conversations.

Suddenly something came through all the chatter and the chaos.

A tapping.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Getting louder and louder as it approached the doorway.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Y/N's ears flicked, when the tapping appeared to be outside the door.

Tap. Tap. Click.

The door pushed open, and two men walked into the room. First one, his scent was plain, boring, but with a hint of stale whiskey. Beta. The second man, now his scent was interesting.

Vetiver and sandalwood. It was an Alpha's scent, but it wasn't strong.

'Is he wearing a toner?'

Y/N was so deep in thought, she hadn't even noticed that the second man was completely blind, until she realised the red shades he was wearing, weren't a fashion choice. And the tap, tap, tapping was coming from the cane he had in his hand.

Y/N watched the blind man very closely, as he sat himself directly across from her, the Beta sitting himself next to him.

"And you are?" Y/N questioned, her leg still bouncing, she chewed her lip.

"I'm Franklin Nelson and this is my partner Matthew Murdock, but please call us Foggy and Matt." The Beta chirped, he was happy, a little too happy for Y/N's usual somber appearance.

"Aww you guys make a cute couple." Y/N snarked, the Beta's smile dropped momentarily, before he managed to fix it back on his face. Y/N smelt the tinge of embarrassment, but she smelt amusement from the Alpha.

"Not that kind of partner." Matt smirked.

"We are your legal representation," Foggy explained, "And we want to hear your side of the story."

"Well I'd love to give it to you, but I'm not really sure why I am here." Y/N shrugged, partly telling the truth.

"They haven't informed you?" Matt asked.

"Nope, all I know is two cops show up at my place of work, asking about my morning commute to work, that was all."

"And you can't possibly think what might have happened on your way to work this morning that might explain why you might be sat here right now?" Foggy enquired, Matt tilted his head to the side, and appeared to look as if he'd zoned out.

"Nope." Y/N lied, she could have sworn Matt's lips twitched into a smile, when she spoke, but his face for the majority remained unreadable.

"Well maybe this will explain a few things." Foggy reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, he taps a few things in before turning the screen to face, Y/N, who's brows are furrowed as she watches a news clip begin on the screen.

Slowly Y/N's eyes go wide, as the video is played to her. The shaky footage showed the grainy image of a woman on a subway, lifting a man twice her size off the floor by his neck, before hurtling him through the metal doors of the train.

Although the image was blurry, if you knew it was Y/N it was unmistakable.

"Start from the beginning Miss Y/L/N." The man with the red spectacles probed, "and we'll take it from there."

Chapter Two

A/N: Welp I hope that's an interesting first chapter for you guys. You know I like a slow burner, when it comes to my fics, and this one will be no different. Updates won't be as regular as they use to be because I'm a hell of a lot busier these days, but I promise I won't make you wait too long between each chapter.

Drop me a note if you wish to be added to my Taglist, gonna start a new one for this fic, because I don't know if people form my old one would want to be included in my new content.

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New Book Title and Cover Release

Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou

Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader

Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language

(18+ Only)

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Stop, Just Breathe

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Matt returns home from work, he finds you on the verge of a panic attack and quickly tries to calm you back down.

Warnings/tags: panic attack, emotional hurt/comfort, light angst, fluff & a soft Matty, Matt POV

Word Count: 3k

a/n: Just a short one shot I wrote when I was craving some Matt comfort myself. I thought it might be interesting to read this all from Matt's POV, too. Feedback is always appreciated!

From the moment Matt first stepped into the apartment, closing the door after himself and hanging his cane on the hook nearby, he could already hear the tension in your body. Something was wrong. Your teeth were grinding back and forth together, a grating, gnawing noise in his ears from a frustrated gesture you probably weren't even aware that you were doing. Though to him, the aggravated noise hit him the second he'd focused on where you were in the kitchen.

Matt slipped off his dress shoes before bending down and picking them up, taking three steps to his left and then placing them underneath the bench that resided against the wall. Straightening back up, he could hear the harsh and irritated way you'd just set what he presumed was a cutting board and a knife onto the kitchen counter, the sound practically reverberating in his skull. 

His concern for you rising, Matt gradually began to make his way down the length of the entryway hall, undoing the knot of his tie around his neck as he went. With every step he took he heard the uneven beating of your heart in your chest as you opened the refrigerator and retrieved a few things from inside of a drawer. He could instantly tell that your heart wasn't beating the usual steady rhythm he was used to hearing when he’d returned home from work, but rather something erratic and worrying to his ears. 

Brows drawing together in further concern, Matt removed the glasses from his face with one hand, his other dragging along the back of the couch to orient himself as he made his way through the living room and towards the kitchen. You were currently focused on beginning dinner preparations, placing what smelled like broccoli, bell peppers, zucchini, and onion onto the counter. As he neared, you made no sign that you'd even noticed he was home yet. That only further worried Matt because it meant you were deep in your head right now–and he knew how you could get sometimes. 

"Sweetheart? Everything alright?" Matt asked, carefully breaking the silence.  

You startled at his voice, your body jumping half an inch as you were taken off guard by the sound of it. He heard the air shift as your head rose up, darting directly towards him. Your reaction only confirmed what he'd suspected, that you'd been too far in your head and hadn't even realized he was home.

"I’m fine, Matty,” you said almost mechanically.

The lie registered in Matt’s ears easily; the sound of your heart even further beating irregularly as you’d said it was impossible for him to miss. Pressing his lips firmly together, his eyes narrowed as he focused closer on your body. Your blood pressure was rising and he could taste the increase in adrenaline and cortisol radiating off of you on his tongue. 

"I just–just had a bad day at work," you quickly added.

Your voice sounded off to his ears. Higher than usual with a bit of a tremble to it, which seemed like it was coming from something more than just nerves. Though what you'd said hadn't registered as a lie this time. But you must have noticed he was observing you and you were clearly trying to shake him off and get him to stop reading you so carefully. You always did that when something was really wrong. 

"You're not fine, I can hear your body," he replied gently. "What's going on?"

You inhaled a shaky breath, holding it for only a moment before roughly expelling it through your nose. The erratic pounding of your heart hadn't calmed as he continued to monitor it; if anything it was starting to become even more concerning with the rate each stutter of it was climbing. Though the moment he picked up on the sound of one of your fingers tapping like a nervous fidget along the countertop, all the little warning signs your body was sending off suddenly became clear to Matt.

Everything your body was doing right now was exactly what it did right before you had a panic attack. 

With that realization dawning on Matt, he knew he needed to shift his focus. It didn’t matter what you were upset about right now, he'd find out what was wrong later. Right now all he wanted was to calm you down before you spiraled into a panic attack.

"I said I'm fine, Matt," you snapped. 

Ignoring the warning edge to your tone, Matt made his way into the kitchen and over towards you, aware of the way your head was tracking his movements with each of his cautious steps. When he neared you, he placed his glasses onto the counter before he reached a hand out, lightly grabbing your elbow and drawing your fidgeting hand from off of it. Slowly, he  turned you towards himself, noticing how you didn’t fight the movement. Your heart, on the other hand, was beating ever faster and your breath was quickly becoming shallower.

"Sweetheart," Matt began calmly, "it sounds like you're on the verge of a panic attack. Why don't you come sit with me on the couch? Try to calm down?"

"I need to make dinner, Matt," you replied, your words picking up speed as you continued, that panicked tremble returning to them. "I don't have time to sit on the couch. There's a lot of vegetables I need to cut up and sauté and that chicken still needs to be seasoned and cooked. If you’re planning to go out tonight I need it finished so you actually have time to eat because I know you’ll just skip dinner otherwise and you’re always skipping dinner. You need to eat . And then I need to–"

"Hey, hey, stop," Matt hushed you, both of his hands landing on your shoulders and gently squeezing them as he cut you off. "Stop, just breathe. Take a breath, sweetheart. Your heart is beating alarmingly fast. Relax."

The scent of salty tears met Matt’s nose a second later, just as he realized you were blinking rapidly. You were tearing up and about to start crying. The frown on his face deepened, the corner of his mouth twitching. He could feel the uncomfortable prickle beginning in his own eyes.

Matt absolutely hated watching you go through these episodes. The fact that his heightened senses could pick up on everything you were experiencing–every little thing that was happening in your body–only pained him further. All he could do was offer you comfort and try to help you take calming breaths, nothing more. He always felt helpless and he absolutely hated it.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, voice breaking on the words. "Sorry you–you have to deal with me like this all the time and that I'm not normal and that–"

"Stop, breathe," he repeated gently, squeezing your shoulders again. "Let's go sit down."

One hand gently grasping your elbow again, Matt slowly led you out of the kitchen and towards the living room, right over to the leather couch. He could tell you weren't calming down as you made your way there, though. He could hear your heart still racing and the way your blood was rushing through your veins. If anything your breathing was becoming sharper and your muscles were beginning to tighten. He could feel the tension through the light touch he still had on your elbow as he lowered the both of you to sit down. Though Matt tried his best to push away the chaotic sounds of your body that were screaming at him so he could focus on helping you right now.

"Take a breath with me, sweetheart," Matt urged.

He demonstrated inhaling a deep breath in, holding it and listening to the way you'd taken one shortly after him. You'd only managed a half-breath though, and the shuddering sound of it hadn't escaped Matt’s notice, nor had he missed the way your left hand had yet again begun repeatedly tapping on the cushion beside you like a nervous tick. Slowly expelling the breath he'd taken, he listened to you following after him, lightly blowing out the breath through your nose. 

"Good, that's good, sweetheart," he encouraged, his hand sliding across the space on the couch until he grasped your own fidgeting one. Entwining his fingers with yours he said, "Let’s take another deep breath, okay?"

He heard the way you nodded in response and he sent you a smile, your fingers curling tighter around his hand before you inhaled again, this time managing to fill your lungs further. The smile grew wider on Matt's face as he took another deep breath in sync with you. If he could get you to take full, calming breaths, he knew he could help you circumvent a full blown panic attack. He'd learned from past experience that when you began hyperventilating, it was too late to avoid and you would both have to ride it out until your body could calm back down. And Matt hated that just as much as you did, but at least tonight it appeared that you might manage to avoid it. And that was a win.

Matt spent a few more minutes just breathing with you on the couch before he finally heard your body gradually begin to relax beside him. A weight felt like it had slowly lifted off of his shoulders the moment your heart began consistently beating its usual steady pattern in his ears. Even your breath had returned to a normal and even sound, your muscles easing as the tension slipped from out of them.

But he could still taste the faint and fresh salt of your tears in the air and that had a frown returning to his face. 

"I'm sorry, Matt," you eventually whispered. 

Matt’s face twisted into a look of confusion. He was unsure why your voice had sounded so sad and so small and why you'd apologized to him yet again. 

"For what, sweetheart?" he asked.

"For being like this," you said quietly.

Your voice was still so soft when you’d answered, and the hint of shame in it instantly registered in his ears. Something sharp twisted in his chest, and when you continued, Matt could feel his own eyes watering again.

"I'm sorry you have to deal with me and my anxiety," you whispered, a faint tremble still in your voice. "Sorry that you have to deal with me and my panic attacks like this. I know how hard they are for you with your senses. And I–I try to hide them from you because I feel like I’m just torturing you every time. And I hate that you’re left trying to help me through them. I wish I wasn’t like this. Wish that I could be someone better than that for you. Someone without–without all these issues.”

Matt’s left hand darted forward, his thumb catching the tear he’d heard about to roll its way down your cheek. Gently the pad of his thumb wiped it away from your skin, which he noticed still felt warm and flushed beneath his finger. You sniffled, the sound louder to his ears than it really was. Trying to swallow the thick lump forming in his throat, Matt’s hand tenderly cupped your cheek, his thumb still trying to catch the stray tears slipping out of your eye. 

“Don’t–don’t you dare apologize for that. I love you for exactly who you are,” he told you earnestly. “That’s why I married you, sweetheart.” He shook his head, a small smile curling up the corners of his lips. “We’re a team, you and I. Right? You’ve always been there whenever I needed you. Always . And there’s–” he paused, chuckling a little to himself, “–there’s been plenty of times where I’ve needed you, too. For a multitude of reasons. Usually ones involving patching me up and cleaning up the mess of blood around here. And I know how much you worry over me because of it, and I always worry that it’ll push you away, but you always tell me that–”

“I’ll never walk out on you, Matty,” you finished for him. “Because I love you for exactly who you are.”

Matt smiled as he nodded enthusiastically in response. “Exactly,” he replied. “And I love you for exactly who you are, sweetheart. The nerves and all. We help each other out. That’s what we’ve always done. And I’ll always be here for you, too. So please stop trying to hide your stress and your anxiety from me, alright? The only reason why I don’t like when you have panic attacks is because I hate seeing you hurting and not being able to punch someone and fix everything.”

You laughed lightly, the sweet sound causing Matt’s heart to flutter happily in his chest. He could hear the way your mouth was pulling into a smile already. You were feeling a little better because of him. That always gave him a sense of pride knowing that he could have such a positive impact on someone who was so good and loving and attentive as you. 

"You understand me?" he asked. "That's the only reason, sweetheart."

He heard the way the air around you shifted as you nodded. 

“Good," he said with an air of finality. "How are you feeling at the moment?”

You scoffed at his question, the sarcastic noise causing a grin to slip onto his mouth. You were certainly feeling better.

“You can read my body, Matt,” you stated flatly. “I think you have your answer.”

“Well I can’t read your mind,” he countered cheekily.

You expelled a soft sigh before nodding slowly, running a hand across your forehead. “Yeah, I’m–I’m feeling better,” you answered, the faint smile apparent in your voice.

“Good,” he said. “Do you want me to give you some space or–”

“No,” you immediately answered, your heart jumping in your chest briefly as you shook your head, your hand tightening around his at the question. “No, I don’t.”

On occasion he knew you liked to have a few minutes to collect yourself after moments like these. Usually he could feel you working through what felt like embarrassment when he left you alone, most likely because of how you’d broken down in front of him even though he'd often and repeatedly assured you that there was no reason for you to feel that way. But other times you desperately craved his physical comfort, and it seemed like that's exactly what you needed right now.

“Come here then,” he whispered.

Releasing his hold on your hand, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and began to pull you in towards him. Eagerly you closed the small space between the pair of you on the couch, scooting closer to him before encircling your own arms around his waist, your hands resting lightly on the middle of his back. Matt’s eyelids lowered when you buried your face into his chest, hearing you inhale another deep breath. You were most likely trying to take in his scent, just like he was doing right now with his chin resting atop your head. Mutually finding comfort in each other, the thought growing his smile.

“I need to make dinner,” you murmured into his chest.

“Don’t worry about it. We can make that for dinner tomorrow,” Matt told you. “We can just order pizza tonight. Stay in and have the night together.”

“But I thought you were going out tonight?” you asked. 

Matt hummed out a noise of disagreement, lightly shaking his head. “No,” he replied. “Not tonight.”

“But–but isn’t Daredevil needed in Hell’s Kitchen?” you questioned next.

Matt’s arms tightened further around you, holding you even closer to him. The sound of your relaxed and steady heartbeat in his ears was comforting, and so was that warm and slightly floral scent that always seemed to linger around you as it filled his nose.

“He is,” Matt agreed. “He’s needed right here. With you.”

Your fingers fisted the fabric of his dress shirt, tightly balling it into your hands. He could feel the way your arms had tightened around him, pressing yourself closer to the front of him.

"Can I marry you again?" you asked softly, voice muffled against his chest.

Matt chuckled lightly, his heart feeling so full at your question. He heard the small smile that slipped onto your lips yet again, his own arms pulling you just a bit closer to himself. 

"I think that's what vow renewals are for," he pointed out in amusement.

"Maybe we should do one of those," you mused, fingers still firmly curled around his shirt.

"Sweetheart," Matt said with another chuckle, "we haven't even been married for a year yet. I think that's a bit too soon for a vow renewal."

You turned your head, resting your cheek against his chest now and making yourself more comfortable. Matt inhaled the scent of you once more, his eyes still closed as he relaxed against you. He loved these quiet moments with you, content just to be next to you. It always had him feeling at peace and he often hoped you felt the same.

"Well, I'd marry you all over again if I could," you told him, the words drawing forth a warmth throughout Matt’s entire body that only you could ever seem to fill him with. "Every single day."

Matt shifted above you, lowering his head until he could place his lips against the top of yours. He heard the corner of your lips curl even higher the longer his mouth lingered in your hair. Gradually he pulled away only to bury his nose into your hair next, grateful for whatever had brought you into his life all that time ago.

"So would I, sweetheart," he murmured softly. "So would I."

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Calling Out (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Description: You're always there for Matt when he needs you, but tonight he's keen to remind you that he's there for you too.

A/N: Set during S2 Ep 10 after the attack on Reyes - I couldn't resist.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, mentions of death, gun violence references, injury references

Masterlist

Sleep was impossible. 

No matter how hard you tried, you’d been tossing and turning since the moment you’d got home. It didn’t matter what you did, you couldn’t seem to turn it off - to quieten the worsening anxiety inside of you. 

You’d seen the news. You hadn’t meant to be watching but it had been on in the corner of the office, as it always was, silently playing in the background. 

The rolling banner on the screen was what caught your attention first, followed by the collective murmurs of disbelief from colleagues surrounding you: DA dead in courthouse shooting. 

Your stomach had dropped instantly. 

Matt. 

Even now, in your apartment, the all-consuming terror roared inside of you, drowning out anything other than the voices in your head. The fear and adrenaline were pounding in your veins, no matter how many times you told yourself that Matt was ok. He was alright. 

He’d answered the phone the moment you’d called, voice frantic as you begged to know what had happened - that he was alive and unharmed. You’d even spoken to Karen and Foggy to corroborate that fact.

That had been enough for then, enough to calm yourself and allow you to go back to work safe in the knowledge Matt was coming home to you. That he’d eventually walk through your door tonight after finishing patrol, after he’d washed away the grime and the dirt from a night in the city. It was routine - your routine… yet he still hadn’t come. 

Where was he? Why hadn’t he come yet? Was he hurt? 

It was hard to shut the thoughts down, especially as you kept replaying today over and over again in your mind. 

What if... Those two words taunted you. 

What if Matt had been sat closer to Reyes? What if he hadn’t heard the gun cock? What if the bullets had been just an inch closer and killed him and everyone else in that office? 

Sure, Foggy had been hit but at least he would recover. Matt had been just quick enough to change what should have been fatal to a flesh wound. But that was Matt all over… He had always danced with danger and death, but right now it felt like he’d never come closer to it. 

You choked back a sob and grabbed your phone.

“Hello?”

Of course he picked up on the first ring. 

"Hey, Matt," you choked, doing your best to keep your voice calm and steady. It was no use though, he knew you too well - and that was without his ‘super-senses’.  He could probably hear the way you were biting your lip and fighting tears through the phone. 

As if reading your mind, Matt’s voice became filled with concern. You could even picture his brow creasing, as it often did when he was upset. Normally you were the one to make it better, kissing his forehead until the lines simply melted away. But tonight, it was the other way around.  

"Y/N? Honey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," you answered quickly. "I just… I needed to hear your voice. I know it's late, and you probably only just got back from patrol, and I’m so sorry, but I was wondering if you were still coming over or not-"

"Hey, hey. It's ok, don't apologise," Matt soothed. "I was late getting back in and wasn’t sure if you would be asleep by now, else I’d have called to tell you. Why? What’s wrong?"

"I told you, it’s nothing. I just wanted to... to make sure you were okay-"

It would have probably been more believable if your voice hadn’t decided to crack at that exact moment. As it was, your hands began to tremble, making it hard to keep a grip on your phone. 

Thankfully, Matt could read you like a book. 

"Y/N, listen to me very carefully… I’m okay," he soothed, letting the words sink in. "Sweetheart, I’m okay. I promise."

"I know, Matt, but ... When I saw what had happened on the news, I couldn’t breathe. It’s one thing to know you’re out at night, doing what you do, but that’s different. That’s the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and not… this was close, Matty. This was you, in broad daylight and I can’t lose you. It was close, too close." 

The words fell from your lips without you even realising. It was as if he had removed the cork from a bottle, all the pent up emotions and fears simply spilling over in a steady stream. 

You didn’t know how to make it stop. 

"Y/N… do you want me to come over?" 

You immediately froze at the question. The answer was on your tongue but a sudden rush of guilt hit you before you could give in.

He was probably exhausted and given what he’d been through, asking him to come all the way over to your apartment just so you could squash your own fears was selfish. 

"No, don’t worry about it, Matt. You just got in and you need to sleep. You've been through a lot today and I - I’m being stupid. Don't worry, please."

"But-"

"I’ll just see you at the coffee stand, before work, ok?" you rushed, wiping a stray tear away as it finally broke free. “Love you, Matty. Goodnight."

You hung up before he could say another word. 

Hearing his voice had been helpful, you couldn’t lie, but it was no substitute for seeing him in person. To be able to hold him, to breathe in the scent that was so distinctly him. 

Taking a deep breath, you lay back against your pillows, staring aimlessly at the ceiling fan as it span in circles over and over and over… 

Until there was a knock at the door. 

You paused. 

Peeling back the sheets, you stumbled to the door, somehow knowing who it was long before you stared through the peephole. 

“Matt?” 

You couldn’t quite believe your eyes as you took him in, in the flesh, on your doorstep, at 5 in the morning. Hell, his hair was still sticking up at odd angles, and he had his favourite pair of grey sweatpants on, like he’d got out of bed and run the entire way here. 

The sight was enough to make your heart ache all over again. 

“What are you doing here?”

Matt’s lips tugged into that familiar smirk that you loved so much. “Isn’t it obvious? I wanted to see you."

Just like that, the tears began to flow. You couldn’t help it as you collapsed into his arms, letting him haul you close as relief washed over you. 

“I’m here,” he purred. “I’m here...”

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Shirtless and injured = WHORE

Wearing gray sweatpants = WHORE

Shirtless, injured x wearing gray sweatpants = WHORE²

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"There's no denying a distinct sensuality to these depictions of the saint which often show his youthful body sparingly covered, hips shifting with contrapposto, narrowly waisted, and his gaze cast toward heaven, with an expression caught between torment and transcendence."

- A description of Matt Murdock St. Sebastian, the saint with the sluttiest aesthetic in all of Catholic canon ✨

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yes hes my comfort character, and yes he does beat the shit out of people. he multitasks idk

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Charlie Cox in Daredevil (1.09)

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Matt and Foggy will not be broken up, in my upcoming fic. So head to my page for some Matt and Foggy besties content….coming soon!

babes I thought I was over it / forgotten about it but THEY BROKE MATT AND FOGGY UP??????

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Hi Guys….

Sooooooo I’ve been gone a looooong time. I am very sorry, but I’m back now, and I want to get back into a little bit of writing.

So what’s happened whilst I’ve been gone….well I’m in my final year at university, I’ve got a cat and flat all to myself and my likes and dislikes have evolved slightly.

I still love Bucky, but I’ve been rewatching all the MCU in chronological order, which also involves rewatching all of the Jessica Jones, Daredevil, Iron Fist and Luke Cage. And I really really want to write some stuff for those guys. Particularly Daredevil, because fuck me has Matt Murdock become my thing recently.

So there it is. I’m back, who knows how long for before life gets in the way again, and I wanna start writing some Matt Murdock stuff.

Alright my loves, let’s do this….

New Book Coming Soon…….

#marvel fanfiction #reader insert #matt murderdock #matt murdock x reader #a/b/o lifestyle