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DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER - MATT MURDOCK

finale - devil on my shoulder

tags: @astrobees @americaarse @dusstory @johnmurphys-sass @ironprincessstranger @ahoytherebean // nine // bonus chapter // masterlist

Pairing: Daredevil x Reader (Matt x Reader)

Word Count: 11,816

Summary: Daredevil, Exodus, and Elektra v. The Hand. Three go in, two go out and nothing is quite the same between the ones who remain.

You were lying on Matt’s living room floor after tying up Stick, at Matt’s request. He told you to hang out on the couch or in one of the chairs but you waved him off, saying you’d hate to stain them. You were flat on your back instead, mask sitting at your throat and hands folded over your stomach.

What you thought was funny about that moment was that neither of you had actually told the other your secret, yet you were so comfortable around each other it was like you already knew.

“Do you even have a plan?” Stick challenged.

Matt was quiet as he thought for a moment. You turned your head to face him, partly wondering the same thing.

“I’m working on it.” He answered finally.

“You got me.” You called from the floor. “That’s a start, no?”

He offered you a small, grateful smile. “Yeah.. Yeah it is.”

“While you’re working on it, do me a favor and pull your head out of your ass. The Black Sky-“

“The Black Sky is the same type of manipulative, peer pressure tactic that was used on me growing up.” You cut in, sitting up quickly and almost instantly regretting it. “I used to think that whatever made me good at this-“ You shook your wrists. “-meant it was who I was always gonna be. Then I learned that it just takes the right people and some effort.”

“You think love and therapy are gonna help Ellie?” Stick mocked. “I guess I was wrong about you.”

“And I would care why?”

“You’re just as naive as he is. What are you two going to do about the war?”

“What I’m good at.” You shrugged and got to your feet. “Because it’s my choice. And El should get to choose too.”

You left after that, heading up to the roof to check on Elektra. You found her standing on the ledge, and if that were anyone else, the sight would’ve been startling.

“Came a long way since college, eh?” You tried as you came and stood beside her. When she turned to face you, you gestured to your suit and tugged your mask lightly. “Never would’ve seen me in this back then.”

She cracked just the smallest smile and it only lasted a second.

“How can you be so calm?” She asked in gentle disbelief. “I’m the Black Sky!”

“And I’m a Black Widow.” You countered. “I’ve probably killed more people than you have. I’ve had to leave everyone at some point… Yet we both ended up here, in Hell’s Kitchen, with Matt. Gotta admit, could be a point to it.”

“You think Matthew can save me?”

“I think he’ll try… He tried like hell to change me. I went for months with this little voice in my head, the Devil on my shoulder, chirping at me to do the right thing.” You chuckled slightly. “And I swore I’d never get mixed up with him again, yknow? Try to keep safe from that little Devil. He just knows me so well that he kept looping me back in… Everytime I think I’m free, he’s calling me and pulling me right back in.”

“But he gave up. And eventually, he’ll give up on me.”

“He won’t.” You gently put a hand on her elbow. “You are different to him than I am. In this suit, I’m not… I’m not the person he knows. You are still Elektra, whether you’re in this outfit or a dress or a t-shirt.”

“I really wanted to be better, for him…”

“I get it. And I’m not saying it’s the wrong reason to change but, El, what do you want to do for yourself?”

“I don’t know…” She said sadly.

“Can I give you an opinion?”

“Everyone else has.” She sighed heavily.

“I think that Matt brings out the good in both of us. He sees something in each of us that maybe we don’t always see in ourselves. But at the end of the day, I do this to protect people. What I think you need to figure out - Black Sky or not, doesn’t matter right now. You need to decide why you draw your sword. Why do you put on that mask? Is it for you or for them?” You gestured to the city.

“You still love him?”

“That’s not what this is about.”

“But you do?”

“I could say the same thing about you.”

“Everything you’ve done has been for him.” She chuckled slightly, almost like she was in awe of you. “Coming back here. This vigilante persona. All of it was to be close to him.”

“None of that matters now, because it’s not up to us who he chooses to be with. As much as I’d rather it be me than you, I can’t make that choice for him.”

“You could.”

“Let me rephrase. I won’t.” You answered firmly. “El, I don’t want to make this about my feelings for Matt.”

“He’d be better with you than me.. I think he likes you better.”

“Elektra.”

“You know it’s true..”

“It’s not my decision.”

“When this is over, I won’t come back.”

“You can leave him like that?”

“I’d want him to come with me. Would you.. Would you be able to let him go?”

You were quiet as the thought of Matt leaving you settled deep in your stomach. All you could do was nod.

“You won’t even fight me on that?” She exclaimed in disbelief.

“It’s up to him. It’s his future..” You shrugged, though the thought dug daggers into your heart. “Just like your future is up to you.”

“Leave us alone, Matthew.” She grumbled, not moving from the ledge.

“Am I interrupting?” He asked, trying to make light.

“A bit but it’s fine..” You nodded with a small smile. “I think we were coming up on a circular argument anyway.”

Elektra scoffed lightly in clear annoyance.

“Whatever you’re feeling, it’ll pass.” Matt tried.

“What do you know about what I’m feeling?” She challenged.

“Just consider the possibility that there’s no such thing as a Black Sky… That it’s all mysticism, yknow? It’s nonsense.”

“I’ve been trained to kill it since I was a kid.”

“Maybe everything they taught you was a lie.”

“It’s not that easy.” You admitted. “I’ve been away from the Red Room for a long time and it’s still carved into my brain like a prophecy… It still makes me question who I am. You watch me struggle with it every night so you know that.”

“He told me I had a gift… The special kind, the kind very few people have.” She insisted.

“Dreykov told me basically the same thing… That I was different, that if I could harness my gift I’d be a revolutionary. He told me the world didn’t deserve me, but he would teach me to be worthy of that gift… But at the end of the day, that man was abusing helpless little girls and using them to fight his war.”

“Training children to fight a war is easy when you’re using cookie cutter wisdom that sounds good to them.” Matt added, standing on Elektra’s other side.

“Some of what the Hand does defies explanation.” Elektra urged and you had to give it to her on that one.

“Just because I don’t understand something doesn’t mean I’m ready to chalk it up as some fairy tale.” He reasoned.

“I’m sorry, is this coming from the Catholic altar boy?” You teased and he rolled his eyes at you.

“True or not, legend says once they have the Black Sky, they’ll be capable of anything.” Elektra explained. “It’s not about what I’m willing to do. Even in a cage, I’ll be their false idol. They’ll do terrible things in my name because they think the Black Sky makes them invincible.”

“They can’t have you. You don’t belong to anyone.” He shook his head.

“You’re incredibly smart, strong, and powerful.” You said honestly. “You are Elektra Natchios. No one can tell you what to do, who to be, or what to be. It’s all up to you… Always has been.”

“We can take them down. Not Stick’s way. We can do it our way… The three of us.”

“You would trust me after all I’ve put you through?” She asked in disbelief, but deep in her chest, you felt those sparks. Matt was bringing back something Elektra thought was long forgotten and you couldn’t help but feel that if she asked him to leave with her, he would.

“The Hand can mask their heartbeats… But yours has always been loud and clear.” He leaned around Elektra. “Yours too.”

“Oh, bullshit.” You shook your head. “You can’t read me.”

“Not completely… But I’m starting to figure you out when you let me.”

You scoffed lightly with a small smile as you turned back to Elektra. “You could’ve killed me earlier and I would’ve let you… Mieux vaut mourir à la lame d'un ami que à la lame d'un ennemi… But you didn’t. Personally, I think there’s some merit in that.” (Better to die at the blade of a friend than the blade of an enemy.)

“Some stories say Nobu has lived three lifetimes, a criminal record that goes back decades. True or not, he’s the head of the snake.” Elektra explained. “He’s our best chance at taking down the Hand.”

“It’s a simple job then.. Find Nobu. And finish him.” You shrugged.

“No. We get him away from the Hand without alerting his troops.” Matt countered.

You groaned quietly and rolled your eyes.

“Killing him only makes him a martyr.” He reasoned. “I wanna dethrone him. Show his cult that their holy man is nothing but a guy.”

“An empty throne is an invitation for someone else.” You warned. “But if you’re sure…”

“We’ll have to find him first.” Elektra sighed.

“I say we head straight into the lion’s den. The last thing they’re expecting is us to hit back at them right now.”

“You’d risk everything for me?”

He simply smiled back at her.

“So how do we do it then?”

You sighed to yourself and stepped back off the ledge. You had wondered, when Elektra came back into town, just got much of Matt still belonged to her. In times of crisis, he only belonged to her. But if you could really defeat the Hand, would he still put her first? Could he really be okay with the ease she killed with?

And even though Matt said he wanted balance and so nearly confessed he wanted you, maybe there would always be an exception for Elektra, a hope that somewhere deep down they really can make it work.

You also wondered - if only for a moment - if he only accepted Exodus as a friend and ally because you reminded him of Elektra.

“Not alone… We do it together.” He explained before turning towards you. “That means you too, Ex.”

“Huh? Yeah.. Yeah, I’m in.” You nodded.

“You don’t sound sure.” His head tilted.

“It’s nothing, we’re good.”

He took a step to turn his body fully towards you. Elektra turned too, offering a slightly concerned expression. You looked between the two and ran through a thousand scenarios, of who Matt would pick. Where he and Elektra could go. What a life together could look like.

“Ex?” He tried and your attention focused back on him. “I need you with me.”

“I know.. I’ll be there.”

He flashed you a thankful smile and you relaxed a bit. You knew that he was still unsure what distracted you and it worried him, he knew better than to press for a confession.

“C’mon.” He took Elektra’s hand, though dropping the topic was by no means an acceptance of what you said. “We gotta go see Melvin.”

“Who’s Melvin?” Your brows furrowed since as far as you knew, Matt didn’t know a Melvin.

“Guy who made my suit and made that.” He gestured to you.

“Oh.. Make sure you tell him thanks then.” You nodded and headed back to the door to Matt’s apartment.

“You’re not coming?” Elektra asked.

“Don’t need to.” You shrugged. “I got this.” You tapped one of the plates of your top. “I got these.” You shook your staffs. “I don't need anything else… I’ll just go home and reload.”

“Exodus.” Elektra tried and you couldn’t tell why.

“It’s getting a little too… romancy.” You gave her a pointed look. “Just call when you’re ready, Red.”

You went home and tossed your mask on your table on your way into the kitchen. You washed your hands in the sink, ringing out your gloves and watching the sink be stained red before you threw some leftover pizza in the microwave. As the food warmed, you headed to your bedroom and pulled your case out. You put a couple more shock discs in your belt and checked the charge on your Bites. You switched your bloody knives for new ones and packed another wire cartridge. You stopped in the bathroom to wash the blood off your face before heading back for your food.

You sat at your table, taking a deep breath and blowing the steam off your pizza.

Jumping right back into a fight with the Hand wasn’t how you want to spend your night. You wanted calm, peace to process and begin accepting some of your grief. But it felt like you were running from it, same way you ran from everything else in your past.

It’s what you do best, right?

Maybe running from it made it less real. If you could get away from those feelings, even just momentarily, you could pretend it didn’t happen. You could pretend that you could pick up your phone and call Frank, see if he was able to get a drink. You could just exist without looking over your shoulder and throwing a punch.

But you chose that life, the vigilante life. Things wouldn’t be simple so long as Exodus existed.

The sound of your phone going off made you jump slightly.

“Ready?” You said, a mouthful of pizza.

“Are you eating?” He laughed slightly.

“Yeah, leftover pizza. You want some?” You said sarcastically. “Where are we meeting?”

“I need you to meet me at the 15th precinct first.”

“For?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Be there in five.” You threw on your mask and damp gloves before hurrying out your fire escape and into the city.

As you got to the precinct, you found Matt and Brett outside on the fire escape.

“The masked vigilante is the only one I can trust.” He said sarcastically. “And his little friend.”

“Я заслуживаю большего признания, чем это.” You rolled your eyes as you stood beside Matt. “Why am I here?” (I deserve more credit than that.)

“What happened?” Matt asked Brett.

“Knew it was just a matter of time till you two showed up… Again.”

“Speaking of time, you’re wasting ours.. Can you get to the point?” You sighed.

“This ain’t the first time some asshole roughed me up. This job, it ain’t easy. But then he said they got eyes on my mom. Said they were gonna kill her, even put her on the phone.”

“Who?”

“No idea… Worked for someone big though. They wanted everything we had on you two.”

“Couldn’t be that much.”

“You’d be surprised to know that we do keep track of two things really well. Incident reports-“ He glared at you. “-and records of people you put away.” He focused on Matt. “They wanted to know everyone you saved.”

“They’re making it personal now.” You realized quietly as Matt seemed to realize the same thing.

He grabbed your hand and took off, dragging you behind him and leaving Brett on the fire escape. As you two were running, you were quickly trying to remember any names that stuck out. Anyone that you could track or could try to get to first. But the faces, the names, everyone blurred together.

Until one face stuck out. One familiar face.

Karen.

Matt seemed to have the same thought because you two were easily moving in the same direction. He broke down the plywood that had been put up over her busted windows and found the place empty, and her phone on the floor.

You couldn’t track her without it.

You let out a short string of curses as something caught Matt’s attention on the wall. Turning, you saw the long strokes of a sword. You were quick to check the floors and other walls for any blood splatters, bloody prints, or rogue drops but you saw nothing. You put a gentle hand on Matt’s shoulder.

“Let’s get to the roof.” You said gently. “I have a terrible idea.”

“Yeah?” He said tightly but followed you nonetheless. “What’s that?”

“Y’know how I can read people’s emotions? Usually I block it out so it doesn’t overwhelm me but I’m gonna open up to everyone until I find her.”

“Are you sure that’s smart?” He tried, genuine concern lacing his words.

“Should be fine.”

“Ex.”

“Matt.”

“That’s not fair.” He gave a lazy smile. “I don’t know your name.”

“You will soon.” You nodded, speaking before your mind really processed what you were saying. “When this is all over.”

You knelt on one ledge while Matt on the other one. You took a deep breath and opened yourself to everyone. You were hit with a wave of… well, everything. Opening yourself to that many emotions at once meant you would absorb everything without a filter, but it also meant there was more for you to tap into later.

Anger. Fear. Regret. Happiness. Loss. Lust. Pride. Envy.

You clenched your jaw and tried to focus. You thought of your memories with Karen. You remembered her reaction when you first told her the truth, how she worried about you both before and after she found out, the way the walls she tried to put between you two crumbled. The comfort you felt when she finally accepted things the way they were. You focused on your friendship.

Vaguely, you heard Elektra talking to Matt in the background but you were too close to tune in. You had found a small cluster of fear and panic, interlaced with calm arrogance. You willed your powers to work harder, to find Karen specifically because if she wasn’t there then you weren’t going.

Your eyes snapped open and you saw the faintest glowing ball in front of you. It called to you, asking you to follow it. It was a strange manifestation, but you had seen stranger from your abilities. You cocked your head in silent question and you could almost hear Karen’s voice in your head.

Please. Please get here in time. I don’t wanna die.

You glanced behind you and found your friends huddled together. Matt was listening for something, and given his struggle less than a minute ago, you didn’t want to interrupt. Instead, you discreetly hopped off the ledge and climbed down the building on your own.

You weren’t surprised when the ball of light led you to an area of town not that different from where you had killed Nobu. Or, where you thought you did, rather. You wouldn’t make that mistake again, you decided. He wouldn’t get back up if you got the chance.

Your new problem became the archers on the roof. You knelt at the ledge and tapped your mask to figure out what you were walking into.

“Nice of you to join me.” You commented as you scanned the building and you heard the familiar sets of footsteps join you on the roof.

“If you had told me you had something, we would’ve gotten here together.” Matt scolded.

“You two were sharing such a tender moment, I didn’t want to interrupt…”

“Are you.. jealous?” He chuckled .

“Anyways.” You stood and he nudged you playfully with his shoulder. “About twenty hostages. Two cops dead already and archers on the roof.”

“Nobu’s men?” Elektra asked.

“Crawling the building like cockroaches.”

“How many?”

“Probably an army.”

“Can you isolate Nobu?” She asked Matt.

“No.” He answered simply.

“We can’t move until we know he’s here.”

“Then you can stay here and play guard dog.” You sighed and stood. “I’m going in there because my friend is in there.”

“I didn’t come here for them. I came to take down Nobu and you said you’d help.”

“We will, Elektra, but right now, the people in that building-“ Matt tried.

“Were used to draw us out.” She cut in. “Saving them won’t help us.”

“I can handle it on my own.” You said easily, attaching your wire to your belt.

“Ex.” Matt warned.

“I have the most experience getting in and out of places I’m not supposed to be. You two worry about finding Nobu.”

“You go in alone, you’re as good as dead.” Elektra warned.

“По крайней мере, я могу умереть, зная, что сделал что-то хорошее.” You smiled sadly and turned to Matt. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” (At least I can die knowing I did something good.)

You fell backwards and slid down the side of the building. You landed lightly on your feet and were quick to disconnect from your wire. You flicked it hard so it would unwrap and retract. You let the little glow guide you to the right floor so you climbed the fire escape on the neighboring building. You shot your wire at the window frames and pulled your gun in one hand before swinging feet first through the windows.

You would’ve liked to have done it Matt’s way, but there were too many people at risk. You had to be quick and efficient. Meaning one shot, one kill.

You rolled through your landing and were met with an outcry of screams, though it was clear they weren’t all meant for you. You finished in a kneel and were quick to fire headshots, clearing four Hand ninjas easily and quietly. Soon after, Matt crashed through the other windows and took out the remaining two. You used the time to disconnect your wire and holster your gun.

“Are you okay?” You hurried to kneel in front of Karen while Matt directed everyone else out.

“How did you find us?” She asked quickly, her fear and panic still skyrocketing.

“Cause you were terrified.” You admitted. “I told you I’d look out for you, didn’t I?”

You reached for a discarded knife and cut through the zip ties around her hand as Matt came to her side. You moved and helped the man beside her get to his feet, but he limped heavily so you had to help him to the hall where another member of the group took over.

“When you get out, keep your heads down, okay?” You warned. “There’s men on the roof and I don’t know if I can get their attention first.”

There was a chorus of thanks and praise before the group hurried away. Karen was last to leave, stopping to tell you about the gunshot wound on Matt’s chest. Before you could get to him and check, you saw he was preoccupied fighting four ninjas. You picked up one of the discarded blades and hurried to his side.

You swiped the blade across the backs of two of the Hand that were fighting Matt. They turned on you quickly and you taunted the closer. One of them swiped their blade at you from the side but you avoided it with a fancy aerial move. As you landed, you had to throw the blade up quickly to block another attack.

You kicked one of them away and fired a quick red shot from your Bite. You gripped the blade tightly and threw the other Hand into a spin. You used the gap to pick up your own momentum and pierce his spine with the blade. You pushed his body over and hurried to Matt’s side. There was one more ninja that Matt wasn’t focused on so you moved in.

You ran at him and did a quick aerial to get your ankles around his neck. You continued your momentum to throw him to the side and out the window. When you unlocked your ankles, you reached for the remaining window frame and ended up with a piece of glass slicing through your hand. You cried out loudly as you tried to climb back up but Matt ended up grabbing your forearms and pulling you up.

His fingers traced the gash on either side of your hand and frowned. He pulled your glove with one hand and reached for the side pouch of your belt with the other. When his fingers slipped into the pocket, he gave a slight tug to pull you against him and you couldn’t stop the gasp as your bodies hit and he grinned. You furrowed your brows but didn’t stop him as he pulled a couple gauze pads and the tape. You smiled slightly to see he remembered as he brought your other hand up to hold the gauze in place as he taped it down. He handed you back the tape and glove with a slight smirk.

“Better than a bullet hole.” You joked as you put the tape away and your glove on.

“Barely a hole, okay?” He countered with a small chuckle.

“I thought you were bulletproof.” You teased.

“First time for everything I guess.”

You saw two more Hand members coming in from over Matt’s shoulder but before you could react, you saw the tip of Elektra’s weapons piercing through their bodies.

“Glad you joined us.” You smiled.

“I got bored.” She shrugged.

You chuckled slightly and pulled your staffs, interlocking them together as four more Hand members burst in. You flicked the dial for the long blade and moved in. You attacked with the single staff hard from the right side, slicing a deep gash across one of their stomachs. You turned and used the blunt end to sweep the legs before spinning the weapon over your hand and driving the blade down into their chest.

While Matt jammed the butt end of his club into one of their noses, two hands shot through the wall to grab Elektra. You quickly followed after her and slid on your knees, spinning yourself and disconnecting your weapon. You put the blade away and swung your staffs at his head after Matt kicked him towards you. Elektra finished the other and then the room was empty save for you three. Elektra winced and peaked at the back of her arm, your attention moving to it as well.

You summoned the heat of anger to your fingers and offered them to Elektra. She nodded quickly and you pressed the fingers along the length of her cut and she hissed as you burned the wound shut. Matt pulled you two up the stairs as you finished and you wiped the blood on your pants.

Matt barricaded the door after you all went in. You pulled him back and called on that anger again. Only instead of directing it to your fingers, you pictured it as pure heat. You held your hands to the slot where the bar fit and pushed the heat outward, watching the metals meld together.

“I’m not gonna lie to you… There’s a lot more coming.” Matt said simply.

“One thing’s for sure… We’re gonna die.” Elektra answered.

“I say we take a few more of them out with us then.” You shrugged.

“You wanna end it here or on the roof?” Matt asked.

“I’ve always liked the fresh air.” Elektra replied, earning a small chuckle from Matt.

You three climbed the rest of the stairs and you tapped your mask, seeing through the walls to the heat signatures outside.

“What’s out there?” She asked.

“Oh, Jesus.” Matt sighed.

“Remember that army I mentioned?” You answered.

“Packed with katanas and longbows… More from below with the same weapons.” Matt explained and you let out a long sigh.

Elektra dropped to the floor by the door so you knelt beside her. You offered a comforting hand on her arm and she covered it with her own.

“Even if we survive, the three of us may not see each other again.” She said quietly.

“What if… What if, from now on, if we make it…” Matt tried, kneeling in front of Elektra and removing his helmet. “Wherever you run, I run with you.”

“You’d leave?” You asked softly. Though you had done the same to him so long ago, you hated the idea of being in New York without him.

“This… This Is a part of me that I need.” He continued when Elektra didn’t say anything. “And you’re the only one who gets it.”

“The only one…” You repeated quietly.

The pain in your chest was hot, begging for acknowledgement but it was your own doing. By not telling Matt sooner, he didn’t know that you were the one by his side. You were the one who had saved his life, risked your own for him so many times. He didn’t know you were the one who fought beside him.

He didn’t know that you got it, too.

“I’m free with you, like with no one else.” He said firmly.

“You hide from yourself…” She said gently. “You don’t let anyone in.”

“I let you in.”

“And what about Y/N?” She spoke softly, giving your hand a small squeeze. “You let her in, too. Matthew, you love her. And you’d leave her?”

“She left once because she was running from her past.. I think she’d understand.” He reasoned, but he couldn’t hide the pain when he thought of leaving you. “Maybe not at first, but she would.”

“But you love New York..”

“Yeah.. I’d give my life for it but there’s one thing that makes me feel more alive… What do you say?”

You began wondering how long you could stay in New York if Matt left with Elektra. You’d have Foggy and Karen, but would that be enough? Matt, realistically, was the one thing that kept you from going back to London after your Bar exam. With the firm gone and the relationship you stayed for now fallen apart, what was left for you?

You decided then that if Matt left, so would you. You’d tell Foggy and Matt the truth, apologize for hurting them in any way, and be out of their lives.

At least you wouldn’t be able to hurt them anymore.

Elektra pulled you up with her, in turn pulling you from your spiral of thoughts. You three went out onto the roof and found the Hand’s army standing calmly across from you. You could vaguely feel a familiar presence not too far away, one that was calm and charming but also angry. You glanced around as you tried to pinpoint it but saw nothing in the darkness.

Rather, you saw Nobu. He made some short speech about destiny before attacking your trio. He threw his weapon at you first and it sliced across your arm. You cried out but wrapped the chain around your hand, gripping it tightly and pulling him closer.

Once he was close enough, you twisted your arm around his neck and stepped behind him. Your knee was jammed against his back as you steered into hit after hit from Matt and Elektra. Once the rest of the army realized Nobu was losing, they jumped in.

Nobu reached behind him and caught you by your shirt, dropping his shoulder to flip you over. He pinned the hand you wrapped with the chain under his foot and yanked the chain across your throat. You coughed as you felt the metal pressing on your windpipe. You used your free hand to slip under your back and reach for one of your knives.

Reaching up, you sliced through his calf. You planted one foot firmly against the floor and used the other to kick up at his head. When he fell off of you, you were quick to roll to your stomach. Matt came in quick from the side and slammed his knee into Nobu’s head. You were quick to unwrap your hand and grip your knife firmly, launching it into Nobu’s back and giving yourself room to get to Elektra.

You hurried to your friend and pulled another blade, reaching over a Hand member’s shoulder to slit his throat. You and Elektra kept your backs to one another, fighting and protecting each other. Squelching sounds of punctures and the sound of metal hitting metal echoed across the slowly emptying rooftop as the bodies began to pile up around you and Elektra.

Soon, it felt like it was just you three and Nobu.

The three of you alternated your attacks, one stepping in when another was knocked down. But none of you stayed down for long. The variations in your fighting styles kept Nobu on a constant defense, only getting temporary upper hands on any of you. Until…

He dislocated Elektra’s arm and she hadn’t gotten up yet. He kicked Matt so hard his helmet flew off. That only left you.

“There’s still room for you here, Exodus. Maybe we are your destiny, as well.” Nobu offered through heavy, tired breaths.

“I choose my own destiny.” You growled and charged back into the fight.

You flicked your knife towards his chest but he avoided it easily, just as you hoped he would. You ran towards him and hooked your foot behind his knee, reaching across his chest to grab his shirtfront. You dropped and pushed yourself backwards to flip you both and put Nobu on his face. You spun to kneel on his back and lifted your arm to wake your Bite. As the device glowed red, an arrow came and sliced your forearm.

You cried out and fell to the side, giving Nobu a chance to climb on top of you. He hoisted you up by your shirt and landed sharp jabs against your face, causing your head to bounce off the concrete beneath you. You grabbed the wrist holding you up with one hand and slammed your opposing arm against his, crying at the pain but hearing the deep snap of his bone. You curled your legs up and kicked out at his chest, sending him flying away and giving you a chance to get up.

You moved to Elektra’s side since she was closer and helped her up. You pulled her to her feet and turned to see Nobu grabbing Matt. Panic froze you momentarily before you felt Elektra grab you. Together, you ran to Matt.

You drew your staff and stuck it out in front of Matt, causing Nobu’s weapon to clatter against it. He switched grips and slammed his elbow into your nose which made you stagger back. When he turned to slam the weapon into your stomach, Elektra stepped in front and took the hit. Your mouth fell open but no sound came out as you felt everything drain from your body. The tears welled up quickly so you yanked your mask down.

She kicked Nobu away before falling to her knees. You hurried to catch her when she dropped backwards and Matt was at her other side and his panic rivaled your own.

“No. No, no!” You cried and shook your head violently. Matt pressed his hands over her stomach in an effort to stop the bleeding. “Don’t do this, El. Don’t die on me!”

“They have nothing now.” She said weakly. “I took it all away.”

Blue and red clouded your vision, mixing swirls of bright colors that remained their own. Your fingers burned but the rest of your body felt ice cold.

“I know now… what it feels… to be good.” She managed through broken gasps and tears.

“Please.” You whispered. “El, please!”

“Look after him…. He.. He needs… you.”

You shook your head again, as if you could deny the situation and it would change. Your shoulders shook with your quiet sobs as your eyes closed, holding your friend close for as long as you could.

“Does it always hurt this much?” She asked Matt and your heart broke even further.

“Yeah.” He sniffled. “It always hurts this much.”

And then she was gone. You felt her go limp in your lap and you gently crawled out, leaving her in Matt’s embrace. You collapsed over your knees, one hand clutching your stomach and the other was a tight fist against the ground. You took in a shaky breath and screamed, letting out a broken sound of pain as you slammed your fist to the floor.

You felt two hands on your side that were pulling you up. You let them, looking up to see Matt hauling you to your feet. You ran your sleeve across your eyes, smearing the tears across your blood splattered face. You ground your teeth and took one last glance over your shoulder at Elektra.

She seemed at peace, finally.

Looking back at the few Hand soldiers that were left, your vision had grown bright red. There were blue swirls at the edges but the focus was the manic haze, the sadistic bloodlust. You pulled your gun and sniffled, weighing the bullets you had left.

Eleven rounds. Four Hand members.

You looked over at Matt, feeling his anger at the same level as yours. But you felt something else too, something from behind you. Someone familiar, but you didn’t care to figure it out.

Matt moved in first, beating the two Hand soldiers that came in first. Once he pushed them aside, you stepped in and put a bullet in their skull. You raised your gun to fire on a third one but another bullet beat you to it. You quickly spun on your heel with your gun ready and saw Frank on the rooftop behind you.

You felt the slightest wave of relief, dulling the red of your vision as your arms dropped. Your hand covered your mouth as you smiled slightly, a fresh wave of tears coming. You saw him offer you a quick salute before firing on the Hand behind you. You returned the gesture before hurrying across the rooftop to Matt’s side, though he was already engaged with Nobu. Matt’s anger easily fueled him into getting the upper hand, but you were determined to have the final shot. As Matt threw Nobu off the roof, you followed.

You stepped over the ledge and flicked your wire at the railing. As you slid down the building, you drug your heels against the side to slow your descent. You aimed your gun and once he hit the ground, you pulled the trigger, watching the bullet pierce through his skull and bounce his head off the concrete. You hung there for a second, waiting to ensure he wouldn’t get up, but the growing puddle of blood that he laid in was enough of an answer for you.

You were climbing back up to the roof when part of Matt’s new club came towards you. You took a hold of it and he helped pull you up. He tapped your arm and pointed to the roof behind you where Frank was and he gave you the slightest smile, as if he knew you’d be happy to see Frank.

You pointed to yourself before your fingers made the shape of a phone and then you pointed to Frank, hoping he’d get the message that you would call him later. He nodded before disappearing.

You blew out a sigh to calm yourself and settle your deep anger. There was satisfaction in knowing Nobu was dead and that you had pulled the trigger. Not even for yourself, but for Elektra.

For your friend who gave her life for yours. For your friend who annoyed the hell out of you and pushed every button she could, who was arrogant beyond belief and stole the man you loved right out from under you. Your friend who was a liar, but also smart. Powerful. Beautiful. Vengeful and angry, but also just wanting to be loved for who she truly was.

You wished you could tell her that she was. That despite it all, you did love her.

Matt took your hand and walked with you back to Elektra, both of you falling to your knees beside her.

“I’m sorry…” You said quietly, more to Elektra than Matt. “I’m so sorry.”

Matt put a hand on your shoulder and you turned instantly, falling against his chest. His arms came around you quickly and held you tightly. You kept muttering the apology as a new wave of sobs ran through you and he hushed you gently, saying it was okay. You held him with all the strength you had left, terrified that he would slip through your fingers too.

He leaned his chin on the top of your head, seemingly trying to contain his own grief. You took a deep breath and pulled away, putting your hands on either side of his face. He tried to give you a smile but it broke instantly.

This time, he fell into you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and you put one hand behind his neck and the other over his shoulders. You said nothing, other than a gentle reassurance that you were there.

You two stayed that way for a while, consoling each other despite your own grief. You only moved when Matt heard the cops getting close. Hesitantly, you followed him off the roof.

Sleep didn’t find you that night. You sat on the floor of your shower, letting the stream wash away the blood, sweat, and tears of that night. But nothing could help your pain. You didn’t even care to try and heal yourself, other than your hand.

At least you didn’t have to grieve for Frank anymore… Just Elektra.

A few days later, you still hadn’t slept much but you were beside Matt and Stick at Elektra’s grave. You had your arm linked with his and you leaned into him slightly, almost using him to keep you standing.

“I wanted to say a few words but… I don’t have any.” Matt said after a while of standing quietly.

“Can I?” You spoke up, though your voice sounded hoarse. You had sounded that way since that night, having cried so much and screamed so loud your throat was rubbed raw.

“Yeah..”

“Elektra was a lot of things, some good and some bad… But ultimately, she was my friend. She saw and did things that no one should have had to as young as she was, but maybe it’s because of that that we were the friends we were… She was complicated but loyal, willing to give her life for-“ You sniffled and took a deep breath. Matt turned to you and placed a small kiss to the top of your head, an old but not unusual gesture between you two. “Elektra was so loved… I loved her, and I’ll miss her.”

“God rest her soul.” Stick added solemnly. Despite their last spat, he still loved her as his own. “Was it worth it?”

“What?” Matt asked.

“Loving her.”

He took a deep breath as he thought, but decided not to answer. But standing beside him, you knew. It was worth it to him.

“One time in college, I brought her roses.” He said instead and you gave a small smile.

“She hated roses.” You chuckled weakly. “It was orchids, right?”

“Yeah.. She likes orchids… And yeah, it was worth it.”

“Matt, you are the toughest son of a bitch I’ve ever met.” Stick praised before leaning around to you. “And little lady, you are a close second.”

“I don’t feel very tough.” You admitted.

“What you see in yourself and what you are don’t always overlap.” He nodded. “Let’s go home.”

The car dropped you off at your apartment first. Matt offered to stay with you but you told him you’d rather be alone. Hesitantly, he let you.

When you got to your apartment, you headed for your bedroom and found your suit peaking out of the closet. The memory of that night flashed in your mind when you caught a glimpse of the blood stained on the front. It could’ve been the Hand or it could’ve been Elektra’s. You hurried over and slammed the case shut.

You had no plans of returning to that life anytime soon. You doubted Matt did either. And if you were going to take up Dex on the FBI offer, you couldn’t be a vigilante and a federal agent. It was too risky. You had to choose. Y/N or Exodus.

The choice was easy.

You shut the closet and pulled your phone, sitting on the floor and leaning against your bed. You weren’t sure if he had changed numbers but you had to try. You had to find out why.

“Hey.. I’m sorry about your friend.” He said gently, honestly.

“Thanks… How are you?” You answered, not sure how to bring up the main reason you called.

“Same shit, different day. Gotta finish what I started and see this through… For my family..”

“What’s the plan?”

“Nah, not this time, Princess.”

“You don’t need to coddle me, Frank.” You tried.

“I’m not.”

“Then why won’t you tell me? I thought you trusted me more than that.”

“Y/N..” He sighed. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, alright? It’s not. It’s that I know you’re only using this as an excuse so you don’t have to deal with your pain. You wanna use any sort of fight you can to ignore what’s really going on. You’re so used to fightin’ that you can’t deal with peace.”

“Yeah, you’re one to talk.”

You wondered if Frank had always been able to read people so easily, or if you were just especially transparent. But what you really noticed, was that he wasn’t condescending about it. He never made you feel bad or inferior because of your struggles or your shortcomings. Frank was a real friend, even if your friendship was still new.

“… Why did you do it? Fake your death for a while with the boat explosion.” You asked instead.

“Cause Frank Castle is dead.” He insisted.

“So you’re nothing but the Punisher now?”

“You ever really think I was anything more?”

“I did… I really did… The Punisher isn’t the one who convinced me that it was my choice who I was. The Punisher isn’t the one who made sure Karen was safe. The Punisher isn’t the one who wanted to save me first on that boat. The Punisher isn’t all you are.”

He chuckled slightly.

“Gotta admit, Imma miss that, Princess. Your little optimism.” He said and you could hear the small smile on his voice. “Red really got to you, didn’t he?”

“I’m serious, Frank.”

“I know… But I can’t keep dragging you into this, alright? I just.. I’m sorry but I can’t. Not this time.”

“You don’t plan on dying for real this time. Do you?”

“Guess we’ll find out.”

You sighed loudly.

“I can’t convince you to let me tag along, can I?” You tried.

He chuckled slightly.

“Not this time.”

“Alright… Just try not to then.” You said reluctantly. “I can’t lose another friend right now, okay? I can’t… Call me if you need anything.”

“Alright.. See you ‘round, Y/N.”

“Bye, Frank.”

You had gotten more sleep that night than nights before, and maybe that was due to the closure from Frank. You didn’t necessarily like that he was running off to a seemingly never ending battle by himself, but if anyone could handle it, it was him. Maybe it was also due to the fact that Elektra was put to rest. You said what had been bouncing in your head and felt a sense of closure in that regard, too.

The only thing left was telling Matt and Foggy.

Matt called you the next day and asked if you could meet him at the office, just for a minute he insisted. You reached into your closet and pulled the Red Room emblem out of the corner you had shoved it into. It took one of your knives and a lot of pulling during your most recent redesigning, but you finally got the enamel logo off. Part of you questioned if he would recognize it, given that the red was the point but it was better than throwing your mask at him. But just to be sure, you shoved one of your Bites into your bag

You got ready quickly, considering the cold weather, and hustled down to the office. You were shaking the loose snowflakes from your hair as you walked in, finding Karen already waiting. The room was stale and cold, dimly lit by a couple lamps. Any life from Nelson and Murdock had faded away just as the warmer temperatures had. The situation suddenly became very real as your once warm and welcoming office now felt like another world.

“Hey.” She breathed.

“Hey.” You smiled. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. You?”

“Not really but…” You shrugged. “Matt called you?”

“Yeah, said he wanted to talk about something.”

“I’m a little surprised you came, given everything with him last time I saw you guys talk.”

“Same could be said for you.” She gave you a small smile.

“You don’t know what I know.” You returned the small smile. “But that’s probably what this is for.”

“Should I be worried?”

“If how you reacted before is an indication, you’ll probably be pissed.” You nodded and sat on the edge of the desk as Matt walked in.

“Thanks for coming.” He said, pulling a brown bag from under his arm.

“What are we doing here, Matt?” She asked.

Your hand slid into your pocket and pulled out the small enamel design, twirling it between your fingers. You noticed Matt’s head tilt just slightly, likely the sound of the emblem against your pants as you pulled it out drawing his attention but he tried not to show it. He snapped back and focused on answering Karen.

“I, uh. I have something.” He explained as he stepped closer, reaching into the bag.

“No, I don’t want it.” She shook her head and moved to leave.

“Hang on.” You said gently, reaching to pull her back. “Just give him a chance.”

“It’s something I need you two to see.” He continued and you let out a deep breath.

Karen glanced over at you and you nodded. Her brows furrowed but she relaxed and turned to Matt again. You kept your eyes down as you heard him pulling whatever it was out of the bag.

The tension rose drastically and you knew it was what you thought it would be. Karen looked at you again in shock but when you lifted your eyes to meet hers, all you could offer was a silent nod of confirmation. You turned to the window then, rather than face Matt.

You knew it was Matt, had known for a little while. You had been practically taunting him and begging him to call you out for being Exodus ever since, but the idea of confessions made your heart squeeze. The emblem in your hand felt sharp now, like holding onto it - along with your secret - was going to physically pain you until you let go. Until you told the people who deserved to know.

“I’m Daredevil.” Matt admitted.

Silence passed over the group again so you decided to move. You stood, leaving the logo on the desk, and moved to stand in front of Matt. Gently, you took the helmet from his hands and you saw him swallow hard when your fingers brushed his. In any other circumstance, it would’ve made you smile.

You ran your fingers over the hard material, tracing the ghost of a line you remembered seeing after Frank shot him. You looked back up to him and found how terrified he was. He was surrounded by a yellow haze, but there was also pink mixed in. He was scared because of how he cared for you two.

You took a step back to stand beside Karen. She put a hand on your arm in comfort and when you looked to her, she offered a small smile. You could tell she wanted to look down, to acknowledge the helmet in your hands but she refused. Instead, you reached over and put it in hers.

She took it, only for a second, before shoving it back into your hands and practically running out the door. You watched her go as the door slammed behind her, making a face of surprise to yourself. Given how she chewed your head off after you told her, it went far better than you expected.

You took a step forward again to put your hand on his cheek and found he leaned into your touch.

“Say something… Please.” He mumbled.

“Matt…” You said finally and you saw some of the tension leave his face as you said his name. “There’s… There’s something you should know, too.”

His brows furrowed as you pulled your hand away and stepped over to the desk and reached for the small piece of enamel, placing the helmet on the desk in its place. You took one more deep breath and went back to Matt, taking one of his hands and pressing the logo against it.

His brows furrowed while holding the emblem in one hand, his fingers tracing it over and over. Every time his digits followed the shape, you felt the anxious knot in your stomach tighten.

Everything you had been avoiding since you got back to Hell’s Kitchen, revealing yourself to Matt and showing the blood on your hands, it was all happening right before your eyes. The uncertainty made you feel like you were standing at the edge of a cliff, teetering backwards and reaching for safety. Matt was the only one who could pull you back, but the question of if he would was yet to be answered.

“This is…” He trailed off, drawing your focus back to him. “Where did you get this?”

“It’s the trademark for the Red Room… It was part of every Black Widow uniform…” You explained carefully. “It was at the collar of my suit for a while until I changed the top… Then it was hidden and now it’s off.”

“The Red Room… Y/N, what..?”

Did he really not know?

“I… I’m Exodus, and I’m sorry. For everything. For- For the times I’ve hurt you. The times I tried to kill you… Matt, I swear, if I knew sooner that it was you...”

“Oh my god..” He said quietly, nearly a whisper. “No, there’s… Really?”

“I know it’s a lot to take in.” You shrugged, trying to fake calm though your heart was racing. You figured Matt could hear it, one of the few times you let your body give away your thoughts. You turned and moved to your bag, pulling your Bite before coming back. “And if you want to go our separate ways, I understand.”

“No, Y/N.” He stepped closer and reached for your hand. Though instead of letting him take it, you put your weapon in his hand which made him pause, only for a second. “I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

“What about what I’ve done? Matt, your whole stance as Daredevil is to not kill people and I’ve killed too many to count.”

“I don’t care.” He shook his head and stepped to put the emblem and the weapon on the desk. He came back to stand in front of you, hands finding your face. “I don’t. Because it’s you, Y/N… It's you.”

“I told you that I couldn’t be the one to corrupt you.” You said softly, feeling him trace the outline of certain scars as if to convince himself it was true. “I told you that I shouldn’t be the one that you make an exception for.”

“It’s not an exception… I know what you’ve done, sweetheart. But I also know why… And I know you.”

“Matt..”

“I love you, Y/N.” He admitted suddenly, making you take a step back and the back of your legs hit the lip of the desk. “I know who you are and I know what you’ve done but you are still you. You still feel the same, Y/N. You’re the same girl I met in college and the same girl that I.. that I love.”

“You don’t mean that.” You tried, though every ounce of your body was screaming for his God to let it be true. “You don’t.. You can’t. I- I- I’ve lied to you and I’ve screamed at you and I’ve hurt you! I stabbed you, right here-“ You took a step forward and placed your hand on his side where you remember throwing your knife. “-maybe a week ago!”

“I know.” He nodded with a small smile that only added to your bewilderment. “You’ve also saved my life and cleaned me up and been by my side.”

“This is insane..” You mumbled, more to yourself than Matt. “This is- This is crazy! You can’t love me! As much as I want you to, you can’t!“

“You want me to?” He repeated smugly. “Still? Even though I put on that suit and that mask, go out into that city every night, and throw punches in an alley?”

“Yes, because you’re the good guy!” You shouted and began pacing the room, hands pushed into your hair. “You’ve always been the good guy and I’ve been the bad guy. You can’t love the bad guy! I don’t- It doesn’t make sense! Daredevil hated Exodus.”

He reached out for your hand and pulled you to stop. You landed flat against his chest and you let out a small groan due to your still tender ribcage.

He snorted a small laugh. “Sorry.”

“I’ve had worse.” You shrugged and he broke into a grin, earning one from you now that your mind was snapped from its spiral. “Matt, you hated her.”

“I never hated her.” He shook his head, speaking softly as he dropped his forehead against yours. “I didn’t always agree with her but I would pick her by my side over anyone.”

“You already knew, didn’t you?“ Your eyes closed and you sighed to yourself.

“I had a feeling…”

“How long?”

“Since you yelled at me in Russian in the courthouse bathroom, for sure.”

“To be fair, you slammed the door in my face.” You reasoned, leaning back slightly to see him as he grinned again.

“What did you even say?”

“That I’d break both your arms.”

“Ouch.” He frowned.

“Don’t slam doors on people then.” You shrugged, holding your composure for a second before laughing. “I’m serious, Matt. How long?”

“I had a thought since we went to that art gallery and met Vanessa for the first time. I knew there was something bigger but I didn’t think it was this. This became a thought a little before we met Grotto.”

“I always knew you were doing something you weren’t supposed to.” You replied. “But I didn’t think this - or maybe I just didn’t wanna believe it - until that gala… You moved so much like him, I couldn’t ignore it. And..”

“And?” His brows furrowed. “C’mon, Y/N/N. Say it. It’s just you and me…”

“When you kissed me. It was the same. Same feeling, same movements, same taste.”

He opened his mouth to say something before closing it again and pursing his lips slightly.

“I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Don’t you think it’s weird?” You tried calmly as you moved and sat on the desk. “How do we both have these alter egos that worked together but couldn’t stand each other? And then we turn around and work together but also can’t stand each other?”

You picked his helmet up and turned it in your hands as he came and stood in front of you. You leaned your head back to look at him while he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over the desk beside you.

“What do you wanna do from here, Y/N/N?” He asked, gently taking the helmet from your hands and putting it on top of his jacket. He flattened his palms on either side of your legs and leaned down slightly, taking a step back so he was more level with you. “Tell me to go and I will.”

“And if I want you to stay?”

His mouth lifted into a small smile. “Tell me and I will.”

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Yeah.”

“It kinda looks like you wanna be with me right now because I’m Exodus.” You chuckled slightly, trying to joke and break the tension in the air.

There was a heavy lull as his brain mulled over your words before he spoke carefully.

“I started caring about her after Nobu.. That first night she - you - saw me, you were so relieved… You hugged me so tight.”

“I thought you were dead.” You admitted. “I thought… I thought I was too late and I couldn’t save you, that I made that deal for nothing.”

“That was when I realized that you really did care…”

“That was around the time you told me that I had my own light.. Do you still believe that?”

“Y/N, I’ve always believed that, whether you were in that suit or not. You’ve got one of the brightest lights I know.”

“Y’know, early on, I had these really confusing feelings for Daredevil. It felt like he saw me, with the blood on my hands and knees and all. He still wanted me around and I liked that. I felt safe with him. But he kept wanting to change me. It was like he just couldn’t accept who I was. I felt like I wasn’t good enough for him.”

“Y/N, I never-“

“Hang on.. Just, let me finish, okay? I need…” You paused to take a deep, steadying breath and put a hand on his arm. “I need to finally say this.”

He nodded.

“And then Fisk happened and he got in my way. I remember thinking ‘This is it. I’m done with him. I see him again, he’s dead’. Now, maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t kill Fisk when I had the chance. I don’t know. But I do know that I just couldn’t bring myself to try and kill him. I still wanted him around but I couldn’t let myself want him…”

You turned and picked up your gauntlet.

“And then Frank came along and made things more complicated. Frank didn’t need me to change to be by his side. He didn’t challenge my morality, he just… Handed me a gun and considered me a friend.”

“Yeah, maybe… Maybe Frank wasn’t all that bad.” He offered and you smiled.

“He’s really not. Frank actually helped me find balance… He told me that I can’t let everyone else tell me who to be. But Daredevil isn’t bad either if you get to know him.” You teased and he grinned. “Matty, I love you too. But if this is something we want to try, I need to ask you a couple things.”

“I’m all yours.” He said softly, dropping to his knees and folding his arms over your lap to rest his chin on.

“Really?” Your brows raised playfully.

“Ears.” He corrected with a nervous smile. “I’m all ears.”

“If we keep doing the Daredevil/Exodus thing, do I have to play by your rules? No killing?”

“I would prefer.” He said carefully. “But I won’t fault you for it. Not anymore.”

“Why?”

“You know when to stop.” He answered simply, as if it should’ve been obvious. “You know when to pull your punches and when not to. I shouldn’t have been trying to change you this whole time. I should’ve been trying to just work with you, help you find some sort of… balance.”

“Do you really want to do this? Because I know you were in a whole ‘no friends means no distractions means I can focus’ phase.”

“No, I don’t wanna do anything without you by my side.”

“Last one… And it’s a hard one. Would you still be here, on your knees in front of me and telling me you love me, if Elektra was alive?”

He was quiet for a minute as he thought. You were both glad that he didn’t answer immediately and a bit hurt.

“I don’t know. I told you it was complicated with her..”

“Matt, I’ve been second to Elektra for you the entire time she’s been involved. I won't be the one you settle for because you lost her.”

“This isn’t about Elektra.” He shook his head gently. “You and I.. It always ends up being you and I, doesn’t it?”

You wanted to argue that but you realized he was right. Despite your leaving, you made your way back to Hell’s Kitchen, where you stayed for him. You fell in love with Marc and Steven, but you still loved him. Your first love, who showed you kindness and generosity when you were strangers. Who showed you that friendships were more than sparring matches and killing together.

You unfolded his arms gently and slid off the desk to sit beside him on the floor. He said nothing as you moved down and lifted his hand. You looked at the angry red blotches across his knuckles, thinking of your own broken skin and wrapped hands.

Neither of those hands were truly innocent in the eyes of the law. The vigilantes of the Kitchen operated on a spectrum, you decided. Elektra was one farthest end, shoot first and ask questions later. Frank - and you would soon realize yourself - was closer to the middle but not quite neutral, get your answers but still shoot. Matt was supposed to be the other end, never pull the trigger but get answers anyway.

Pairing you and Matt was like mixing chocolate and vanilla ice cream. It would work, but the appearance would always lean towards the chocolate. The vigilante that believed in redemption was the vanilla and the vigilante that believed in consequences was the chocolate. At the end of the day, you both bloodied yourselves for the Kitchen but who was right depended on who you asked.

Corruption was easier than redemption and that scared you.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Matt asked after the silence began to loom over you two like a shadow. “About everything…”

“Would you have forgiven me?” You asked softly, not bothering to keep the sadness away. “Everything that I’ve done, pretty much since I got out of there, was me trying to undo what I had to do there. I was a kid going through it, being weaponized and lied to and manipulated. But I wasn’t clueless. I knew what he was doing to me, to all of us actually. He said he loved us like his own daughters… That we were a family…That he was the only one that would ever love us…”

“It was never your fault, Y/N. Someone who loves you… They wouldn’t do that to you.” Matt offered and you sniffled.

Speaking so openly about your past was enough to make you cry. Being raised without any tenderness, any real compassion or sympathy save for that brief time in Ohio with your ‘Aunt Melina’, you didn’t expect any from Matt. How could you?

But you still wanted it. You wanted so desperately to be loved, for the truth. For everything you were, both good and bad. You needed it so honestly that your hands shook and your heart felt like a stone in your chest, weighing you down and growing heavier every time it tried to pump blood through your veins.

As Exodus, you could speak of the cruelties you faced with venom in your voice. You didn’t have to feel anything towards Dreykov other than pure spite, pure rage. It was easy to hate him and be angry at the universe and blame some higher power for what happened to you. But as Y/N, as just a girl trying to build some sort of normal life for yourself, you couldn’t speak of it without feeling broken. Feeling used.

But you knew Matt wouldn’t see you that way. He never did, not even when Ex spoke about it.

“I tried to erase my past.” You continued, trying to keep her voice level but the slightest of a waver snuck through. “But now I don’t think I would want to change it… Exodus and I, we share the same body and the same face. But we’re not the same… Whatever you felt about Ex, you can’t just translate that to me.”

“I loved you long before Exodus existed.” He insisted but you scoffed lightly in response. “I’ve loved you since we met in college, I swear.”

“You have to understand why I can’t believe that..”

Your head dropped to stare at your lap and you found you were still holding on to his hand, and he hadn’t pulled away either.

“If that’s true, then why did you start dating Karen? Why did you tell Elektra you’d leave with her?”

“Because I didn’t know if you felt the same way…”

“Why didn’t you say anything to find out?”

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

“When have I ever tried to get in the way of your happiness?”

Matt paused and you wondered what he would say. You knew the accusations were a bit unfair. You had never tried to get in the way of Matt’s happiness when you weren’t a factor. And even when he was pushing you away, you hoped he would find happiness. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t selfishly want him to not be happier with someone else.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He finally answered and the sincerity made you lift your eyes. “I know nothing I can say can change anything that’s happened so far. I don’t expect you to forgive any of how I’ve treated you lately or that I’ve kept this hidden from you for so long… Just know that I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned.. But it’s not like you were the only one with a secret.” You offered honestly. “Can I… Can I see the rest of it? The suit..”

“Yeah.” He breathed, something like relief filling his chest.

He pulled you with him as he stood before you both gathered your belongings. You put away your Bite and emblem and he tucked the mask back into the paper bag before reaching for your arm.

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randomshyperson · 4 years ago

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Hi!! Hope you're doing good and drinking water :) May i request something? 😁 I was listening to "the 1" by Taylor Swift (queen) and got me thinking about a Wanda X Reader story where maybe idk they dated in high school/college but ended cause whatever reason but they never actually stopped liking eachother (yknow, like the song) and then they just meet somewhere and get to talk and you know... happy ending lol But only if you like the idea really. Have a good one!

Hello anon! Here it is, hope you like it. It’s short but is sweet, i hope you like it.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - The One

Summary: Prompt based “A story where Reader and Wanda broke up and never stopped loving each other. Inspired by the song “The 1″ from Taylor Swift.

Words: 2.531k ///// Read on AO3

Warnings: None.

Marks: @mionemymind @wandamaximoffpuppy

Wanda Maximoff came into your life during autumn.

You were both in the same art history class, and she lent you a pen.

All it took was two dates, and you were completely in love. Unfortunately, as quickly as it started, your relationship burned out.

You wish you had a big plot justification, with betrayals and twists and turns to justify to your friends your emotional misery when it ended, but the only reason was the complete emotional immaturity you had.

There were fights, and accusations, and so much jealousy. And you wish so much that you had gotten over it, but you couldn't. And then Wanda was gathering the clothes that she had in your dormitory, and throwing the key at you.

You swore you wouldn't cry anymore, because there were no more tears after so many weeks, but you kept going. Until all that was left was the bitter feeling that you had ruined everything and lost the most important person in your life.

It had been more than two years since you two had broken up, and you still had the number saved on your cell phone with a heart emoji, even though the conversation had been archived a long time ago. And then you were walking out of the main building at NYU, and your friend Natasha Romanoff called out to you as she walked quickly toward you.

- Hey, girl! - she said with a smile. - How are you?

You shrugged as you walked with her around the campus toward the secondary building, where the Philosophy classrooms were.

- I’m surviving. - You joke with a weak smile, Nat looked at you worriedly, but you shook your head, trying to reassure her. - And how are you doing?

- Fine, I think. - She says, entwining your arms. - I miss you, but things are fine.

You nod, looking forward. You knew that you had been absent in your friends' lives, simply because it seemed that things no longer made much sense since you were no longer with Wanda.

- Did you hear about Bucky and Sam? - she asked, and you let out a sigh.

- Yes, I... I don't know if I'm going to make it.

- Ah, Y/N, please. - She says. - It won't be the same if you are not there.

Natasha was talking about your friends' engagement party, which you were invited to a week ago. You hesitated, because all of Bucky and Sam's friends were invited. And that included Wanda.

You let out a sigh.

- I will make an effort to be there, I promise. - You assure her with a smile.

- You don't want to see Wanda, do you? - Nat asks. And you look at the ground. - Look, I just... I never really understood why you two broke up. But maybe it will be good to see her, you know. Maybe you two need to talk after all.

You shrug, feeling the familiar sadness take over your chest every time you think of Wanda.

- Let's talk about something else okay? - You ask her with a weak smile and Natasha nods, changing the subject as you two walk along the campus.

//-//

You straightened your clothes before knocking on the door. It had been almost two weeks since you had spoken to Natasha, and the day of the party had finally arrived. You saw many cars parked outside the Barnes residence, and were not surprised when one of the family friends answered the door instead of the owners.

You smiled and greeted the gentleman, saying that you were a friend of the grooms, and he smiled back when he let you in. You overheard someone say that it was better to leave the door open because of the number of guests, and you let out a small laugh.

The house was full, and it took a few minutes for you to find Bucky, who looked extremely happy. He smiled slightly surprised when he saw you.

- Hey, you're here! - he said, walking over to you. - It's so good to see you!

Bucky hugged you tight and you laughed lightly, saying that it was very good to see him too.

- How are things going? - you asked as you broke the embrace. - Are you feeling anxious?

Bucky laughed, putting his hands in his pockets.

- Everything is working well. My parents are helping me and Sammy to organize everything. - he says, smiling. - And damn, yes. I can't wait for the ceremony.

You laugh, nodding in understanding. You talk for a few more minutes until Sam comes to check on the groom.

- Wow, look at you Wilson! - You exclaim when you see him, and he opens his arms toward you, grinning contently. You hug each other tightly. - It's good to see you, my friend.

- Yeah, it's great to see you too, stranger. - He smiles back, and then you part. - Glad you could make it.

- I couldn't miss the first wedding of the group. - You joked and made them laugh.

And then they were talking about the preparations for the wedding, and the family members who had come from far away, and you were smiling and laughing at the stories. But everything seemed to slow down when your gaze focused on someone behind Bucky, the only person who always had the ability to capture your full attention.

Wanda had just walked through the front door, and was taking off her coat. You barely noticed Pietro standing beside her, as your heart started racing at seeing her again. Sam called out to you a few times, until you blinked and looked at him.

- Wow, you really haven't changed at all. - he teased. - Three years and you are still completely out of breath when you see her.

You blushed, telling him to shut up, but Bucky and Sam just giggled. And then you swallowed hard, because Wanda was looking around and her gaze met yours.

Your gas in surprise, and you told the couple in front of you that you needed a drink, then you rushed to escape the room.

You ended up on the balcony, trying to recover from the intensity of the previous moment, completely affected by seeing Wanda again.

You thought it was the best to greet the people you knew at the party, and after talking to Clint and his girlfriend Laura, and also to Steve, Tony and Bruce, you made your way to the family circles. Bucky's parents and siblings were very friendly, and Sam's family was very warm, and they all hugged you and smiled. And then you were walking around the house again, and Nat approached you, two drinks in her hands, and one of them she handed to you.

- You really came. - She said with a smile. - Bucky just told me and I didn't believe it.

- The faith you have in me is touching. - You sneered with irony and she laughed before taking a sip of her drink. You looked at your own glass suspiciously.

- Is this champagne? - you asked, and she nodded, making you sigh. You put the glass on the balcony table near you. - Thanks but I'm driving.

Nat grumbled in understanding.

- You're running away from her, aren't you? - She remarked when she noticed your gaze wandering around the room.

- Is it that obvious?

Nat laughed lightly.

- I suppose you are going to be uncomfortable for the next few minutes, since I just told her I was coming to talk to you and invite her to join me. - She tells you and you turn your face to her sharply with a surprised expression.

- Wait what?

But Nat is smiling past you and then you feel your body tense up as Wanda's voice sounds behind your back. Nat is saying something about how nice it is that everyone is together, while you turn around and you’re probably staring, but you can't react to having Wanda in front of you. Just as beautiful as she was three years ago.

- Hi. - She said a moment later looking up at you, a slight blush on her cheeks. It took a gentle nudge from Nat's elbow on your rib for you to react.

- Hi. - you exclaimed surprised and slightly uncomfortable. - How... How are you?

Wanda smiled awkwardly.

- Good, I... i'm good. And you? - she asked hesitantly. You nodded frantically, trying to smile.

- Good, good. I... Good.

- Jesus. - You heard Natasha say as she looked at the two of you with a frown. - Okay. I'll put our names in the gymkhana, and you can continue with whatever this is by yourselves.

You scratched your neck uncomfortably as Natasha hurried to leave.

- So... how are things? - Wanda asked, putting her hands in her pockets.

Ignoring your current anxiety, you assumed a thoughtful expression for a few seconds.

- Things are fine. I’m... I... I'm graduating. - You tell clumsily, running your hands through your hair. - Yeah, I... I'm graduating in a few weeks.

- Wow, that’s actually really cool. - She comments with a smile.

- I think so. - You say, laughing nervously. - What about you, Wands, how are you? Are you still studying?

Wanda blushes at the way you call her, looking away. You barely notice the nickname escaping your lips. But then she is smiling, so you don't notice much beyond that.

- Yes, I still have a year to go, but I'm doing well. - she says. You nod in understanding, but then Pietro is joining you two, a smile on his face.

- Wow, it's really good to see you Y/N. - He remarks as soon as he reaches you two and hugs you. You laugh lightly.

- It's good to see you too, Pietro. - you say when you let go. - I like the beard, by the way.

- Thanks, I'm trying to look older. - He comments with a cocky smile, and you laugh, ignoring the nervousness of having Wanda looking right at you. - I didn't know you would be here today, I heard you were going back to California.

- Oh, yes, I... I am. - You say clumsily, gazing at Wanda quickly. - After I graduate, I'm going back home. I don't really have anything to keep me here.

- That's a shame, really. - Pietro says and you try to focus on his face and not on Wanda's frown. - But I hope you will keep in touch with everyone by skype at least.

He jokes last, and you laugh, nodding. And then he starts asking you about college and your parents, and you answer politely, trying to ignore the nervousness in your stomach that has settled with Wanda's attentive look on you.

- Pietro, would you get me something to drink, please? - Wanda asked after a moment, and you and Pietro looked at her in surprise, but she just smiled innocently, and her brother grumbled, before nodding and leaving. - Can we talk for a moment?

You blinked in confusion, but agree. Wanda took your hand next, and you bit the inside of your cheek, feeling your face flush as she pulled you around the yard, toward a farther area.

When she stopped walking, she let go of your hand, and turned around to face you, looking nervous and a bit anxious.

- Are you really leaving? - She asked with a almost sorrowful expression.

You straightened your posture, frowning slightly.

- Yes, I... Wanda, what is it?

- Okay, I’m.. I'm going to say this once, because I have to, and then we'll go back to our life as before, okay? - She said hurriedly, closing her eyes for a moment as she took a deep breath while you just stare her. - I'm still in love with you. And I know we broke up two years ago, but I just couldn't move on. And I guess a part of me never will. - She confesses and you feel the air escape from your lungs. - And I need you to know this before you leave, because I almost couldn't come to this party because I knew you would be here. And I can't believe that we were this intense and amazing thing only just for me. - She says last. But you are in shock, so Wanda swallows dryly. - Damn, I'm... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything and…

- I love you. - You confess interrupting her, listening to your heart pounding in your ears.

- W-what?

- I love you. - You repeat breathlessly as you are moving forward and kissing Wanda firmly. She stumbles back in surprise, but you keep your hands on her face, until she sighs in delight and kisses you back with the same intensity. It feels as good as you remember, but eventually you part breathlessly and start talking with your forehead touching. - I'm sorry I ruined things between us. I was stupid, childish and a bloody idiot. But I'm completely in love with you and i have always been.

Wanda lets out a surprised laugh, her eyes filled with tears. And then she kisses you again.

- God, we are a complete disaster. - She comments as you separate, making you laugh lightly. And then she swallows dryly, stroking your face with her thumbs. - What are we going to do now?

You smile, hugging her waist.

- I'm not going anywhere if you ask me to stay. - You tell her, making her sigh with surprise and happiness.

- Be my girlfriend, then. - She asks, and you let out a giggle.

- I'd love to. - You say, and then back away a little. - We'll make it work this time, Wanda. I'm going to love you the right way now.

Wanda nods in understanding, looking at you tenderly.

- You have always loved me the right way. - she says. - We just didn't know how to show it properly.

You sigh.

- I missed you. - You say, bringing your foreheads together.

- I missed you too. - She breathlessly retorts before kissing you again.

The kiss intensified in the next second, and you ended up pushing Wanda against the outer wall of the house, and she sighed into your mouth. God, you missed her taste. Then she sighed against your lips, and you slowed down, because you are literally in an engagement party.

When you parted, you let out a breathless giggle.

- We should get back to the party. - Wanda comments, her face close to yours. You grumble in agreement, before kissing her again, your tongue running slowly and sensually across her mouth, making a warmth rise in the pit of your stomach.

- Wow. - You say breathlessly a moment later, breaking the kiss for breath. Wanda's hands are dangerously low. She lets out a breathless chuckle, her face flushed. You swallow dryly, clearing your throat. - We'd better go before I can't stop.

Wanda smiles, nodding her head in agreement. And then you took a step back, and it was easier to breathe and think clearly.

When you returned to the party, holding hands, Natasha stared at you two and sighed, taking a twenty-dollar bill from her pocket and handing it to Pietro, who had a smug smile on his face. She complained that she had bet that you two would only get back together after the party, while Pietro had bet that it would be during. You and Wanda's faces reddened, but you laughed at the story.

Two years later, you visited Bucky and Sam, but now, the wedding invitation in your hand was yours.

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dreamrecorder · 4 years ago

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Ok so- idk if you’ve seen demon slayer;; but there’s this episode (it was during the spider fambam arc) aNywaYs- so like. Rui yeets ties* (i guess-) Nezuko like. Up in the air. With his weird spider thread jazz— and like. It’s sHarP weird spider thread jazz— so she’s like. Yknow. Being sliced and diced with string— but it kindaaa reminds me of like. Xiao. And his like.... weird... sad.... uh. Karma. Thing. Like y’know where he’s like hanging from his arms- red stuff. Yeah. So like. Now for the actual request

Xiao’s s/o (female if you don’t mind;;) gets kidnapped by like— the fatui or smth. And they tie her up like Nezuko :D to be like “lol haha Xiao be all like-” and she’s just. Like. Dying. Slowly. Dripping b l o o d and yknow. All the tea. And Xiao comes to rescue her— and he’s like 0-0 “wait...” and he realizes that’s like- exactly what happens to him- and so. He beats the fatui’s butts saves his s/o, anddddd she like.

Idk. This is where I need your angst expertise ❤️ like- she could d i e. In his arms. And poor Xiao would be so scarred omg poor thing- BUT THE ANGST- but at the same time;;;; the f l u f f of him being able to save her just in time and she was like fighting for him the whole time or whatever and ended up needing him to save her anyways- and then Xiao feeding her almond tofu until she gets better ❤️❤️❤️

IM SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG- im probably going crazy from lack of sleep from reading fics for too long sndndnsnsj

But if you do this,,, BLESS YOUR SOUL I HOPE TO EITHER BALL MY EYES OUT OR SQUEAL FROM THE WHOLESOMENESS-

Anyways.... thank you! Have a stellar day~ ✨❤️

The heart yearns and the wind heard

lmao this ask is so adorable i hope you’d enjoy this ksks

anyway, full Angst train up ahead but there are moments of Fluff too. There are mentions of blood and violence if those are not your thing- dont worry guys, this goes with a happy ending cos you and Xiao deserve one~ on a final note- non canon compliant and suuuuuuper long- like- legit this is very long

The Yaksha sighs.

He’s here again. His mind and heart has returned his being into this crimson world his demons have created within him.

He feels it. He feels the corruption binding him tighter again for every death he brings by his tainted hands.

He looks at his bindings. And ever so slowly, the red and black coiling around his person will eventually reach his heart.

One day, he thinks, all this crimson and black in this world will swallow him whole and he will see the light no more.

Xiao sighs again.

This is his karmic debt.

The moment you stepped foot within Wangshu Inn, you knew he was in his prison again. After giving a quick greeting to the inn keeper, you hastily went to Xiao’s room. The closer you got, the heavier the atmosphere became.

You reached his door and knocked softly. As expected, no reply as he continues to struggle to take back his control over himself. Without hesitation, you stepped in. To anyone else, they would have instantly met his spear at their throats, but with you, this doesn’t happen. Instead, you see him crouched on the wooden floor with a hand on his chest. His knuckles were white and his breathing was ragged. His amber eyes- lost. Observing his form, yes… his moments of corruption are becoming progressively worse.

With swift steps of familiarity to this routine, you went to him and grasped his shoulders.

“Xiao, it’s me…” You whispered with clarity. And oh- how your voice brought a wave of comfort to his soul.

“N-name…” His voice cracked, but him calling to you is always a good sign.

You gave him a small smile and proceeded to grasp his hands together with yours. After which, you then leaned your forehead to his to chant your prayers. As your prayers progressed, slowly but surely, the corruption begins to fade along with the black mist that covered him. However, you took note how this ritual took longer than the last.

Once everything is done, Xiao just slumped onto your shoulders, still breathing deeply. “How are you feeling?” It was a useless question you asked every time this happens, but you always, always, have to make sure.

Usually, he would mutter a small ‘fine,’ but now- words seemed to have left his mind and all he could muster was an almost-unnoticeable shrug.

Truth be told- his response disheartened you, but you did not show it. Instead, you opted to simply encase him in your arms and caress his hair. After all, these are just one of the few, rare moments Xiao would leave himself into your care. Xiao is aware, himself, that his state has been becoming worse and worse. And you both know, that a day would come when he would just attack anyone- friend or foe- without a trace of hesitation. So, just this time- he speaks his feelings.

“Name?”

You answered immediately with a questioning hum.

“What would you do… when I finally lose control over myself?”

It was very subtle, but he felt how your hand stopped caressing his hair for a second, then proceeded to the previous task at hand again. In all honestly, you can never find yourself having an answer to that question. “And why would I ever let that happen to you?” You questioned back, fully aware that you were dodging his question.

Silence surrounded the two of you, unsure on what to do with the sudden heavier atmosphere.

Not wanting to face the cruelty of the world yet, Xiao simply buried himself on the crook of your neck even more. And despite the ghostly sensation of his lips on your skin, you could feel him mouth the words ‘I love you.’

“As long as I’m here,” you whispered, “nothing can hurt you.” And that was the most beautiful lie that the Yaksha has heard, but he was willing to believe all the same.

When word about Fatui diplomats starting a bank reached you, there was a nagging feeling in your head that trouble would bring itself present anytime soon. It was like an itch that wouldn’t get away. And the only way to have that itch gone is to scratch it.

“You are absolutely a fool.” Xiao stated darkly with crossed arms, for once disagreeing with the plans of his master.

“We can never know what their intentions are unless we let them start their bank, no?” Zhongli said as he gazed at the marsh spread beneath him.

The Yaksha only scoffed but said no more.

Building up your courage, you deemed it was your turn to voice out your thoughts, “Um… Rex Lapis, I see your point, but wouldn’t it be best to resolve the problem before it persists into something larger? We all know- All of Teyvat knows, that the Fatui are not to be trusted.”

Your archon offered you a kind smile, “I understand your worries, Name. However, as of the moment, they have not presented themselves as such. If they truly are our enemies, then it would be beneficial for us to know their intentions.”

You frowned deeply at his statement. Seeing you do so, somehow, your archon immediately identified your main concern.

“Is this about the Tianquan assigning you to be her representative for the Fatui?”

The moment those words left his mouth, a growl tore from Xiao’s throat, but he held his tongue.

“Did Ganyu tell you?”

The Archon nodded and you sighed.

“I volunteered, actually.”

And at that point, Xiao vanished into thin hair, but you could still his sense his presence around.

“May I know why?” Zhongli questioned gently.

For a moment, you struggled for words. You didn’t know how to describe this ‘itch’ to him. “At first, it was supposed to be Ganyu, since in the Tianquan’s eyes- Ganyu is an adeptus and she does not know that I am, too. Perhaps she didn’t want to put me in harm’s way, a ‘visionless human’ at the side of a harbinger. After some convincing to Ningguang for my volunteering, I spoke to Ganyu next.

“The adepti are divine beings that walk here in Liyue. I had this feeling that putting a divine next to a power-hungry harbinger would become an issue. I told Ganyu that, since I looked ‘harmless’ and ‘ordinary,’ the harbinger’s interest about the divine would never surface.”

A stretch of silence wrapped around them as Zhongli pondered over your words. “Perhaps, are you also planning to dig out the truth of their arrival?”

You nodded, “I knew you would allow them to stay, so I just took it upon myself to unfurl their secrets.”

“Hmmm… I grant you permission on doing this. However, should trouble arise, do not hesitate to tell us.”

The glare pointed at you was strong. Even without him saying a single word, you could hear his phantom voice in your head speak with such coldness, What are you thinking?

You simply gave him a reassuring smile, “I’ll be fine, Xiao. I may be a human in mortal eyes, but please do remember that I am also an adeptus, no matter how weak I am.”

Xiao releases a huff, but still sits by your side at the floor of the balcony, letting the moon kiss his skin. “You’re not weak.” He mumbled as he snaked his hand to yours.

To him, you will never be weak. In fact, you were the strongest being he has ever laid his eyes on. Not physically, no. It was you mental and emotional fortitude. Back during the Archon War, he always admired how you kept your head held up high no matter the suffering you have experienced. No matter how much death surrounded you, you still fought. And that strength made you a survivor. During the war, you never failed to help the wounded. Even when someone dies under your care, you held strong for the departed and for those who are left behind. You were a pillar of hope.

He brings your hand to his lips and kisses every knuckle “… Just be careful. If ever you are in trouble do not-“

“Hesitate to call your name.” You finished, beaming at his words.

As someone who used to be a healer and a doctor, you were quite familiar with several mild skin diseases that mortals can suffer from.

If there is an itch, you do not scratch it- for you will only aggravate the area even more.

Now that you’re working alongside the Fatui as the Tianquan’s representative, the itch you kept feeling was only irritated more. Especially whenever you spoke with the Harbinger who goes by the name Childe. And since your work requires you to cooperate with him, you also don’t miss the chance to discover what he hides, should the opportunity presents itself.

Childe… his azure eyes certainly have their… charm to those unaware. However, you knew better. You know he’s capable of drowning you just by his eyes. While he may be a cheerful man, his eyes lack the lustre of joy. The eyes are the windows of the soul, yes? If so, all you see is an unending ocean that you do not want to swim in. The surface may be calm, but the deep is relentless. However, duty bound you are- deep within the ocean, you shall find the secrets the Fatui hides.

Again, another scratch to the itch, but it only irritates you more.

The news of Rex Lapis’s death became the catalyst of you confronting the Harbinger. From Yujeng Terrace all the way to Northland Bank, you ran (with Ningguang’s permission of course). Before you can even open the door to his office, something caught your eye.

It’s faint, but you’re an adeptus. You sensed elemental traces, just smack bang at the middle of the door. You carefully scrutinized the tracings, and fortunately you knew Snezhnayan script. And what you read only made your heart sink.

It’s ready.

With the adeptal arts, you managed to uncover the origins of these elemental tracings.

Scratch.

Without hesitation, you followed these tracings until it led you into some ruins.

Scratch.

Following the tracings further, you find yourself in a dimly lit room. Wary, you summoned your weapon imbued with your element.

Scratch.

Searching the room, you came across several antique boxes. You opened them.

Scratch.

What you saw were familiar. Too familiar. Dimming the room more with your element, you find more Sigils of Permission hanging on the walls and on the ceilings. The energy within them were faint, but with enough numbers, it’s enough to kill a-

“Well, well well, I thought you’d be there mourning for your Archon. But here you are, snooping around someone else’s research material.”

The sound of his voice made you sharply turn your head to him, your stance now more offensive. “What are you planning?” You bit coldly.

The Harbinger hummed a small tune, “Nothing much… But! If you’re really curious, I guess I could tell you.” He hummed some more but you knew he’s not finished. Once he finished his tune, he grinned to you menacingly and the depths in his eyes became even deeper and darker, “After all, I won’t let you leave this place with you knowing my secret~”

There was this one time, Xiao struggled against himself so much, he scratched himself red so that he could anchor himself back to the real world. You remembered how much you cried as he slept in your arms. You never wanted to see him do that again. Seeing him hurt himself also hurt you, too. It was like a stab in the heart, then a twist, and twist some more. A slap in the reality that you might lose him one day.

As he slept, you solemnly observed the wounds he sustained himself to. They were angry red, just like blood.

Now, you, yourself scratched that itch in your head too much into a wound for blood to seep through. You scratched too much and now you have to bleed from it.

You were slipping in and out of consciousness. Sleep was tempting you more and more but you know you have to wake up. You were aware that this is going on for days.

Everything hurts. You remembered how his blades, imbued with the Sigils, weakened you thoroughly. Every slash he brought to your body just drained the energy away from you. But still you had to do something.

He wanted an adeptus- he wanted an adeptus in order for the Sigils to grow stronger both in number and in power.

Now here you are, bound by chains and suspended at the middle of this empty room. These chains were adorned by talismans that drained away your energy. You were bleeding from your wounds of your previous battle.

Drip. Drip. Drip goes the blood and pools on the ground underneath you. The ground, you barely noticed, was lined by Liyuean script which enacts the ritual of the Sigils draining your divine power from your blood.

To the eyes of a sadist- you were a picture perfect in a canvas. A dark room lined by the damned Sigils, glowing an eerie gold. Then there's you with your bloodied clothes and chains. The red pool underneath was casting a red glow on your way, giving you a red shade to your pale skin.

Everything hurts-

And everything was driving you mad.

You can also feel the Overlord of the Vortex feed from your energy through the Sigils. You sensed his lust for power and revenge. You felt his anger and the corruption within him. You felt his hatred and his want to bring death. For days that felt like years, you’ve been battling against that very same god in your head. This battle was not something you shall not lose to and failure is not an option. If you fail here, then Liyue will fall.

This god- he was driving you mad slowly.

If ever you are in trouble, do not hesitate to call my-

You shut the thought from your head. You are not going to call him. You will not speak of him. You will not think of him. You will not call him. Not to this place where his corruption will grow. No. You Will Not Call Him.

If it means that me not calling you will keep you safe from the corrupted remnant of a god- so be it.

Please

However, no matter how much you denied yourself to call his name, no matter how much your heart yearns to be with him- the wind does not ignore the pained sob that left your lips.

Ever since the news of Rex Lapis's death and the visit of the Traveler with a Sigil in his hand- the corruption within him just bloomed into something feral.

The Sigil- there was something wrong about it but Xiao doesn't know what is it that is wrong. Then there's you- where are you? Surely with the news of their Archon's death- it would send you to bring forth a meeting for the adepti to talk this over. But now- for days- you remain not by his side.

With you missing- the demons inside him are slowly taking control over him, taking advantage of his vulnerability for you. For each passing day, it was slow torture for him- The worry bubbling in him was consuming him. He glared at the Sigil between his fingers and not failing to notice how his dark aura covers him once more.

“Traveler,” Xiao called sharply, “What is it you intend to do next?”

To any mere mortal, the look his eyes held were enough to strike fear, but the Traveler stealed themselves- meeting the adeptus’s gaze with an equally serious calm. “I have my suspicions on a certain harbinger and I-”

“Where?” The Yaksha growled.

“In the Golden House.”

Without a word nor warning, Xiao placed a hand on the Traveler’s shoulder and teleported them to the place where the Exuvia is hidden.

To the Traveler, everything happened so quickly as one event led to another. One moment, they were standing among unconscious bodies of the Millelith then the next thing they knew a corrupted and demonic gust of wind flew them away to the side. Regaining back their vision, they could see Alatus’s spear now at Tartaglia’s barrier made of Sigils.

Alatus narrowed his eyes at the floating talismans and began to calculate the flow of this incoming battle with precision and accuracy despite his losing control over himself.

It was a tense minute of sizing each other up, but eventually, Tartaglia has broken the silence with his annoying innocent voice.

“Who would have thought that I’d have the honor of fighting another adeptus of Liyue?”

The question immediately fed the corruption within him, the dark aura exploding at it. He knew that he should not believe in the Harbinger’s words so easily, but the glint in the latter’s eyes held truth. You could be out there, hurting, scared, alone. You could be out there, bleeding out. You could be out there dyi-

His aura exploded once more at the thoughts spreading in his being. With a burst of unspeakable power, Alatus lifted his weapon and pierced the barrier once more, this time breaking it without failure. At the threat, Tartaglia backed away as he donned his mask.

In a similar fashion, Alatus, too donned his mask. “I will ask you once,” the Conqueror of Demons spoke with a deathly calm, “Where is she?”

He should have killed him then and there. But the call of the Overlord of the Vortex must not be ignored as it threatens Liyue.

In the small opportunity of escape, Childe took it. But he was weak and injured as Alatus swiftly threw his spear to block his way and teleported right in front of him. In a show of power, the Conqueror of Demons lifted the mortal by the neck.

“I will ask you again, where is she?”

In fear, Childe told him everything and at his every word, Xiao listened carefully- never speaking once. But the anger within his heart, it boils- it rages. His amber eyes bored into Childe’s soul- thinking what he should do to this mortal. Oh how killing him would be so nice. However, when the Yaksha’s gaze landed on the regal form of the Exuvia, he merely threw the mortal in its way.

“Killing you would have been easier. However, the crimes you have presented against Liyue are not mine for me to judge.

I leave the Harbinger to you... Rex Lapis.”

Once out of the Golden House, the Overlord roared once more, shaking the lands of the nation. However, along with it, he heard the faintest of voices. I’m so sorry... I couldn’t hold him back anymore.

Only then did the demons in his heart freely took control of him. Just like the stories of old, where the Yaksha walks, death follows. But they were no stories. In his way towards the ruins where you were held captive, every step he took brought carnage and even more death and blood to taint his hands. No Fatui will leave this place alive. The very being of destruction ended many lives. Each death, the demons were growing stronger.

All he wanted now was to kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killkillkill killkill kill killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill

Then seeing you suspended in the ceiling and bound by chains. Blood was painted on your lifeless skin. Wounds were littered and bruises were blooming on your form. But most of all, your eyes. What were once full of life and hope- now empty and blank. His demons quieted down.

Broken. You were like a broken porcelain doll.

“N-name...” His voice cracked, not believing it all.

With haste, he quickly broke your binds and caught you in his arms. he was fast to check for your pulse and your breathing. And thank the Archons, you were breathing but barely. You were now walking the line between life and death. With all his might yet a gentle caress, he hugged you for dear life. “Name... It’s me...”

But still, your eyes still held no recognition and it shattered his heart to pieces. With further inspection, he sensed the presence within you. A corruption. A certain evil.

“Name, stay with me please,” Xiao begged with desperation as he fought back tears. “It’s me who supposed to be the corrupted one between us, not you... I’m not allowing you to leave me, you hear me-”

With a ritual of the adeptal arts, he started purging and purifying the evil left by the god who fed from you. He is not letting you stay alone in your prison, not for a second longer.

Xiao prays and he never prayed before. Even to his master. But just this once, He prays with desperation. You are the light in his darkness. You are the moon in his night.

The ritual was a delicate process. For every word he spoke, he was rewarded by your screams of pain and the writhing of your fragile body. He wanted to stop, but he can’t. He had to physically restrain you from trying to escape from his embrace and from hurting yourself. And for every cry you released, Xiao merely shuts his eyes clos just for him not to see your pained eyes. Every now and then, Xiao speaks gentle apologies and words of encouragement for you. You were coming back. But still, the evil persists.

You writhed and scratched against him, until you were creating more wounds for blood to seep through. When it came to a point, you began pleading and begging for him to stop, that was when Xiao had shed a tear. So he continues the ritual, his prayers, and his apologies. They were arriving to a point where the ritual is reaching its conclusion but your screams only grew louder.

Please, just a little more...

Please, just stop...

Please...

The corruption disintegrated away from you in a forceful release of dark energy. He was breathing deeply, attempting to calm his loud heart. When he placed his gaze on you, you were breathing rapidly and your eyes were searching blindly and your hands were desperately holding onto him.

“X-Xiao...” You whispered, “Where am I? Where are you?”

With a sigh of relief, the Yaksha hugged you again closer and his forehead to yours, fearing you would go away again. The action made you lift your hands to his face, still searching blindly.

“I’m here, Name... I’m here.” At his voice, the dam in your eyes broke as you cried silently. Xiao was not adept in emotions, but for you, he will face them gladly. He lets you cry as he gives you soft whispers of assurance, safety, love, and promises. However, you were not crying because of what had happened to you. You were crying for him. After experiencing such corruption-

You sobbed some more- you were this close to him losing you and you could not bring yourself to imagine if your roles were reversed.

“P-please,” you said with a broken voice, “please don’t go to the place where I can’t follow...’

The words, at first puzzled him, but after a few moments, he realized and once more it broke his heart. Bringing you closer, Xiao let loose the tears he was holding back. With a gentleness unexpected of the Conqueror, he simply littered your face with kisses. “I promise if only you would do the same.”

With your smile that he loved dearly for so long you too spoke your promise, “I do.” They were simply two words, but the comfort they bring into the Yaksha’s heart was in volumes.

After that, you shared a few tender moments in each other’s arms. Simply relishing the feeling of their familiar warmth. A little later, Xiao spoke, “Would you like to eat some Almond Tofu once we get home?”

The question made you giggle at his innocence, so you agreed. Despite you needing physical medical attention. But Almond Tofu with him? Yes, you two definitely need some emotional healing.

A/N: fINALLY dONE lmao this was supposed to be short but angst really makes me want to write longer everytime haha~ anyway this request really made me ponder bout genshin stuff with all the corruption this and corruption that but then a question popped up like-

how did childe replicate the sigil of permission? since sigils are imbued with divine energy, i just thought how did this guy accumulate so much sigils to the point of freeing Osial- a god!!! soooo i just played with the idea for a bit then figured out maybe these pieces of paper get the divine energy from a divine source right? and the adepti are divine beings of liyue and another thing- you guys might have noticed the change of names in some scenes- i dont know but i think somehow different names represents different side of a person like- we have childe the cheerful harbinger then tartaglia the power hungry harbinger- there’s Alatus who’s calculating and cold, there’s the Conqueror of Demons who’s ruthless and unforgiving, then Xiao who is calm and humane- lastlyyyyy i might post this in ao3 ksks

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #xiao #genshin xiao #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao genshin #xiao x reader #xiao imagines #zhongli #childe #ganyu #ningguang

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dragxnsfire · 2 years ago

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ariveth:

IT’S A TRAGIC STORY, ASKING ABOUT IT WOULD BE TACTLESS. Fortunately, Ariveth is all but void of tact. "Shit,” she laughs, fumbling for a napkin before patting it down the front of the younger dunmer’s robes and handing it over. “Please don’t choke to death. The Councilor will choke me to death if you do.” She grins, sitting back in her chair with her own cup of flin, watching Haleth over the rim as she speaks. “Gnisis…” She puts a finger in the air thoughtfully, as if tracing a map, but her eyes are fixed entirely elsewhere as if lost in thought. “That’s — north? North-west Vvardenfell? Right? Or… was."

She tears from the bread loaf between them, popping piece after piece into her mouth while Haleth vaguely recounts the infamous event, though it’s no less morbidly-fascinating in brief detail. "Yeah, that’s what I hear. Explosions, running, that big rock falling. Bloody nasty.” She waves her cup, spilling a little without noticing. “My parents lived it, but my ma never talked about it; was too young I guess.” A tiny smile quirks her lips at Haleth’s misunderstanding — cute, terribly cute. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll ask him myself sometime. Since I’ve got things to, yknow. Pry outta him anyway.” She pauses, then frowns. “Wait. What on nirn is a nix-fabricant?"

Ariveth has no idea what exactly Haleth’s about to show her in the middle of a tavern, but she wouldn’t have turned it down even if she’d truly been given the option. Her feet fall off the chair, her red eyes are wide and her mouth even wider as she watches the ice form over their neighbouring wall, blinking as if it might disappear like a hallucination. The frost had undoubtedly been emitted from Haleth’s mouth, her hands having played no part in the action. By the end of it, half of the cornerclub has joined in with the older dunmer in staring, both at the wall and at Haleth in tandem, but Ariveth’s shock dissipates rather quickly, replaced with amazed, albeit still stunned giggling. "That’s… that’s fuckin’ ice, all right.” She laughs, rubbing her forehead with a creased brow as she examines the wall. “That’s so bizarre. How did you learn that?”

"Sorry for the mess," she said with a small, sheepish smile, taking the cloth gratefully and cleaning up what remained of her flin. "I don't do that usually! Or, I haven't since J'zargo made me snort mead at the last dinner I had at the College. Now that hurt like a mammoth's arse!" She stuffed a few more bites of bread into her mouth, only bothering to nod in affirmation once her cheek was filled with the stuff. "Mm-hm— I think that's right. Grand-ata always talks about th' Dwarven ruins all around there, and the rocks on the coast. Plus something about an old egg-mine one of his friends accidentally ruined." She shrugged. "Was is the word. It's probably nothin' but ash, now." She tilted her head, brows furrowing for a moment. "What do you have to get out of him? If it's payment, don't worry! I'm sure the House is good for it. At least, I think they are. They can afford those weird bug-helmets." She reached up, imitating the shalk-horns adorning many Redoran helms.

The younger Dunmer gave a bright smile, sitting up straight. "A nix-fabricant? It's—" She frowned; she'd never really seen a nix hound, not really. It was much too cold in Skyrim for them, so her family always said. "They're like a nix-hound, but all metal! Or, mostly metal. My grand-ata learned to make them while serving Sotha Sil! He's an artificer!"

She turned back to the wall with her ice, giving it a proud smile. "I thought that might be better than, y'know, fire. I got in trouble back when I was learning to cast spells, I can only imagine how steamed th' owner of this place would be if I lit his wall on fire." She sat back, giving a soft hum, and rubbing her chin. "It's... it's not something I can really explain," she said with a sigh. "If I see a word, I just... know it. Just like that! B-but I have to understand what it means b'fore I can use it. Usually, that means pulling it out of a dragon's soul, or— or something." She leaned on the table. "I'm still figuring it out, y'know?"

#ariveth #haleth || thread #they're so good tbh

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izukult · 4 years ago

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what they get you / what kind of gift they get you for valentine’s day :D

idc ab valentine’s day whether i have a partner or not but i would geek ab it for these mfs

warnings: swearing!! fluff 🤢

characters: hinata, kageyama, oikawa, suga, tsukishima, bokuto, akaashi, iwaizumi, matsukawa, atsumu

hinata shoyo ♡

this ray of absolute sunshine would see smth from tiktok and be like: yup. perfect. he’d get you like the chocolate box of crystals !! and be like “look at how pretty they are- this one looks like my hair!” and he also gets you some homemade ring from etsy and makes this big deal ab how “HES NOT PROPOSING BUT HE WOULD BUT LIKE- LATER ON BUT HES NOT PROPOSING AT ALL ITS JUST A PRETTY RING” he gives me secondhand embarrassment sometimes. really tho gets so giddy seeing you wear anything he buys you and if anyone ever compliments the ring he loves hearing you say “thanks! my boyfriend got it for me for valentines:)”

kageyama tobio ♡

he gives you this ratty ass old ass volleyball and you are trying your best to give him a convincing smile, but you’re really, really confused? it wasn’t the fact that it was volleyball related, it was just the fact it was so old. he rolls his eyes and turns it in your hands to show the tape on the other side of it. ‘kageyama t. grade 4’ MF GAVE YOU HIS FIRST FUCKING VOLLEYBALL PLSSSS that’s so goddamn cute i’m gonna throw up. you cried idc

oikawa tooru ♡

oikawa tooru is an overcompensating bastard man. no matter what he’s doing, he feels the need to prove himself. he kind of goes too hard for valentines LMAO. flowers and chocolates? yea. a teddy bear? i wouldn’t be surprised. a jersey? you betcha. romantic picnic at night? if you want. a playlist? probably. a necklace? maybe so. your favorite part, though, is the little note he writes you talking about how grateful he is for you that he slipped in your (his) jacket pocket at the end of the night. neither of you bring it up tho- bc emotions 🤢

sugawara koushi ♡

old fashion sweetheart i sure do love this man. i’m sorry to be so vague for this one, but his gift is definitely some very niche, partially homemade idea of some inside joke of yours. he wants you to know it’s personal to him, that he really put a lot of thought into your gift and that he loves you. a cute little stay at home kinda date, and you two make dinner together as you listen to your favorite playlists and laugh. very good fella. love him sm.

tsukishima kei ♡

his gift is that he doesn’t insult u all day😁🤝 no. no it’s not. he still insults you you’re not fucking dying why wouldn’t he? he burns you a cd and then realizes that’s kinda not cool and so he just makes you a playlist. actually explains the reason for each song (not verbally, though) and he brings u strawberry short cake bc he is convinced it’s the pinnacle of desserts he does not care if you like smth more take the gesture.

bokuto kotaro ♡

this lil dummy is so doting. starts your day off by bringing you your favorite coffee or tea and a lil kiss. he buys you guys something matching LMAO like maybe some bracelets or smth and while i am not a big “matching” fanatic and i don’t think bokuto would necessarily be an avid bracelet wearer, but he will not take that bracelet off unless it’s like a tournament game. definitely takes you out to some fancy dinner and also probably gets you kicked out of the restaurant

akaashi keiji ♡

akaashi is very down to earth. so, he knows what you’re going to want. he also knows what he wants to give you. so let’s say you’re really really into smth he rly rly hates, he’ll listen to you talk about it absolutely, but he might not spend money on it? in his eyes, the gift would be just like your relationship— a mutual understanding where two separate people come together. i cant say what it would be specifically (i’m sorry D: if u want my generic answer it would be: a lamp), but it definitely is a representation of what the two of you are together.

iwaizumi hajime ♡

he gives you something disgustingly meaningful. like the kind of nice that makes you want to gag yknow? but you don’t really know how meaningful it is at first?? he gives you like this little “photo book” esque thing, and you KNOW oikawa gave him the idea LMAO. it’s already so cute but at the end there’s just a little piece of paper with a day on it and you’re like what? and he shrugs and goes “wonder what that is? hmm” and you know he’s teasing u so u kinda joke ab it but he won’t tell u. then at the end of your date when he’s dropping you home he kisses you and he’s like “oh yea, that paper??” and you’re like omg yes finally and he looks so nonchalant when he says “yea, kinda weird that i remember this, but that’s the day i fell in love with you🤢” and he nods and laughs and you’re just Staring. you are STARING loss for words but he fucking leaves before you can ask him ab it. this made me physically sick to write bye

matsukawa issei ♡

simpleton scrub. buys you a gag gift or pretends he doesn’t remember. starts breaking out laughing when you try to hide ur disappointed look (it’s ok to punch ppl sometimes😁‼️). his real gift is kinda cliche, but i feel like he really has no idea what he’s doing for like actual relationships even if he tries to hide it. he just gets you like one of those rectangle bar necklace, and he does get his initials on it bc he’s kind of a braggy fuck, but he only does it on one side so you can choose whether to show it or not.

miya atsumu ♡

this man is absolutely a perfectionist. he is so loving, absolutely, but he’s also kind of immature? so, he’s a little nervous to give you a gift because what if yours isn’t as good. LMAO it sounds rude, but he always wants to be pushed to be better and do better, and even tho this is a declaration of affection, he can’t help but attaching competition? so he buys you two gifts- a mediocre one and what he thinks is really good. the mediocre one is just like a stuffed animal and the really good one is personalized, and well thought out, and it just Screams that he loves you. it definitely centers on a passion of yours so i can’t get like a specific example but if you play guitar he like bought you a fucking case youve wanted for months kinda vibe LMAO. also, truth be told, bc he’s a sucker for you, no matter what u get him he’s gonna give u the “mediocre” gift and the other one as well.

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a-snow-decahedron · 3 years ago

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Learn to Dodge

Ok but imagine being Frisk and sucking at dodging bullets

it's 3 am im not apologizing for this.

warning for Frisk cursing a lot, because they deserve it and also because it's really funny to think the only reason they don't have dialogue is because it would change the rating of the game

sans: haven't i done a great job protecting you?

sans: i mean, look at yourself, you haven't died a single time

sans: hey, what's that look supposed to mean? am i wrong?

Frisk: That's such bullshit.

sans: language, bucko.

Frisk: No you shut up! I died so many times i can't count and you didn't do shit a single time.

sans: you did what-

Frisk: yeah you fucking heard me. I get to swear all i want after that.

sans: *realization hitting him like a brick* look, kid, there's a lot to unpack here. but first, when did u die?

Frisk: Oh now you care, don't you? Pretty much everyone's killed me at least once. I died like 10 times to Undyne alone and you were fucking napping!

sans: *lowkey feeling regret at his words* wait... everyone? even my bro?

Frisk: nah, Papyrus' cool. Still scared the crap out of me the first time he captured me. He's a little lost about humans but he's got the spirit.

sans: the dogi?

Frisk: 3 times

sans: Greater dog?

Frisk: twice

sans: alright, i guess that's valid. but i can't think of anyone else that could do some serious damage kid. seriously, did ya die to some teens? to jerry? to a woshua?

Frisk: Say that last name again and i'm throwing a chair.

sans: oh boy, how much didja die...

Frisk: Sans, look at me in the eyes. I'm opening them wide for you. Look at me, at my armor.

sans: what about it.

Frisk: you know temmie village?

sans: yeah

Frisk: Tem sells this armor for so much money you could pay your tab at Grillby's

sans: did u pick up a fight to get the money. come on kiddo, of course you got hurt doing that.

Frisk: I'm not done yet. So outside the village there's this dark as fuck maze and it's filled with Woshues and Moldbyggs and all. But every time I died, Sans. Every time you let my soul break into little tiny pieces. Temmie sold the armor for cheaper.

sans: how the he...ck would temmie know how many times you died?

sans, to himself: i could visit the village for research, bet they know something i don't

Frisk: Hey bonehead, wanna know how much it cost?

sans: sure, go ahead

Frisk: it started at like 4500 G. I already died a few times beforehand so it was probably more expensive than that. But that fucking maze is worse than my old neighborhood in the surface, man. I died so much the price got to 1400G I think.

sans: holy crap.

Frisk: it was still too much yknow, every time I died I lost my progress so I had to keep saving every penny I got. Anyways, see what I'm wearing? How much do you think it cost?

sans: uh... 500G

Frisk: close enough, 750, it didn't go lower than that. Before you ask: no, I did not die on purpose to find out.

sans: ...

sans: how many HP do humans have?

Frisk: I learnt what HP was like yesterday, I don't think I can tell you. I have 20.

sans: ok yeah that's low. i figured you'd have like 200 at least

Frisk: I know that if I kill people it somehow increases but that's awful so next time I came back to life after dying I was back to before I murdered someone. I chose to do as much as possible to never kill again on purpose or by accident.

sans: wow, kid. you really are, uh, determined.

sans: hold on, so you can travel back in time

Frisk: *shrugs* I guess? Still hurts a fucking lot when it happens after I die. but I think I can try at will.

sans: buddy, let's do something. you can come back to a few minutes on the past right?

Frisk: Yeah

sans: ok, so hear me out. i made a codeword some time ago, so if someone tells it to me i know they're a time traveler. get closer (whisper, whisper)

Frisk: Sans what the fuck.

sans: i hope you come back and tell it to me.

--one loaded SAVE later--

Frisk: hey you told me to tell you this and if it's a fucking joke i'm going feral.

sans: language, bucko.

Frisk: (whisper, whisper)

sans: who told you this? what a liar. *Frisk's eye twitches* but yeah that's a codeword. come closer, to really gain my trust you need another code (whimsper, whimsper).

Frisk: Oh for fuck's sake.

--Another loaded SAVE file later--

sans: hey, kiddo what's with that look

Frisk: This better be the last fucking codeword or I'm going insane

sans: language, bucko.

Frisk: *says the codeword*

sans: oh, so that's what you meant. It kinda explains a lot.

Frisk: Sans listen, I'm so fucking done of doing this. Let's just go eat, ok? Time traveling doesn't help wtih my hunger, and I reaally need to take my time to just explain what just happened because I know you got questions.

sans: *mentally preparing* here we go

-- some eplanations later --

sans: wow, kid. i'm impressed. for one thing i believe you. you knew what i was about to do before i did it.

sans: and, uh, guess i can't really make the past go away for you even if i don't remember that happening but... i'll do better, ok?

Frisk: Can I really trust you?

sans: you said your stats were low, mine are even worse so it's not like i can defend u without dusting myself in the process... but we can practice dodging, until you get better. and that armor's gonna help a lot too.

Frisk: For real?

sans: yeah, i made a promise after all. i gotta do a better job at keeping it.

sans: hey, buddy... you have not told this to anyone right? you haven't told the door lady.

Frisk: No fucking way. She also killed me once, telling her would destroy her. And I think she was trying not to hurt me too but somehow I managed to walk into her flames.

sans: ... why do you trust her?

Frisk: I don't know... it's complicated. She has good intentions. Better than some people on the Surface, anyways.

sans: you are a special kid, you know that? alright buddy, we can keep talking outside. let's take a breath and then do some training. even folks with low HP like us can find a way to survive. howzabout that?

Frisk: I guess... that's alright. Yeah, that can work.

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#fic #safeutdr #undertale #fanfiction #frisk #sans #swearing #dont take me too seriously #geometric thoughts #this is crack mostly #but yeah it can be wholesome too #my fingers just went with it #i am too tired to proofread it #sans the skeleton #frisk the human

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maximumjinx · 3 years ago

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Steven Universe Gravity Falls AU

~Yknow what they say, if you run out of content, ya gotta make it yourself. This is a ? shot (I might continue or not who knows not me) please don’t ask for more I have 18 unfinished fanfics on this site.~

California was nice, Steven had to admit. The people were nice, the food was fantastic, and the weather was splendid. It reminded him a lot of Beach City. Though there were just so many people, and traveling north, Steven was beginning to long for something small and simple again.

Oregon was the perfect place for that, right?

“Ronaldo wants pictures of Bigfoot, and if anyone can find him, its you Steven.” Petey’s voice was faint on Steven’s phone speaker, tossed into the passenger seat as Steven blindly picked a highway exit.

“Sure Petey, but couldn’t Ronaldo just go to a circus?”

“Not big feet Steven,” Petey emphasized, “Bigfoot.”

“Saying it twice isn’t helping buddy.” Steven was half paying attention. He was focusing on the winding roads and the looming trees surrounding him. Deep, in the pit of Steven’s stomach, he felt something start to tug him toward one direction farther away from the highway. He wasn’t quite sure if it was a good or bad feeling yet.

“Forget it, I’m going to take a blurry photo of that mean Gem in the woods and say its Bigfoot.”

“Just don’t let Jasper catch you, she’s no joke when she’s angry.”

“I saw her ripping grass out of the ground I think I’ll be fine. Later dude.”

Steven heard a small click and smiled to himself. He’s happy to see how far the people of Beach City have come and how they’ve taken to the gems. He remembers when the Crystal Gems were once the outcasts of town that locals warned you to stay away from.

He looked up to see a welcome sign.

“Gravity falls. Well, that’s a funny name.”

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Steven wanted small and simple but he feels he may have overshot it.

This small town had exactly three attractions. A town museum that mentioned marrying woodpeckers (Steven couldn’t figure out if that was a normal human thing, like taxes and velcro), a small diner, and as one local described it ‘some tourist trap’ deep in the woods. It was a sticky summer day and the former two attractions didn’t have airconditioning. Steven gambled on the last stop in hopes of stretching his legs and maybe finding a source to the strange feeling in his gut. It had become much stronger since he entered this small town. Alluring, but nothing related to Gems as far as Steven could tell.

He parked in the nearly empty lot and stepped out. Jacket wrapped loosely around his hips, Steven made his way inside.

A girl that looked about 13 was petting a pig on the front porch. She was incredibly reflective, and depsite the heat wore a knitted bedazzled sweater that made her glow like a disco ball in the sun.

She looked Steven up and down as he approached, a wide smile taking up her face and Steven saw bright braces with colored bands.

“Hi!” She launched upwards, startling the pig away, “I’m Mabel, but you can call me anytime.” The girl winked and stuck out her hand, palm facing the floor.

Steven blinked.

“Mabel, stop scaring away the customers!” A gruff voice yelled through the screen door, and soon an older man stepped out in a suit, wearing a fez and eyepatch.

Immediately the old man squinted at Steven, sizing him up.

Stanley Pines knew this teen wasn’t local, but he wasn’t sure if he had any money. For all he knew he was another boy trying to hit on his giftshop cashier, Wendy.

Oh well, a customer is a customer.

“Come in, come in, and see our mystical and magical wonders!”

“Magical?” This could be it, Steven could figure out why this town has felt off. Maybe it was gem related after all.

Quickly this older man who had introduced himself as Mr. Mystery gave Steven a tour of what looked like failed taxidermy projects. Now Steven may have a lived a sheltered childhood, but he felt pretty confident there was no such thing as a Sashcrotch. And so far, nothing had felt magical or mysterious.

“That concludes our tour! Here is our mistifying giftshop and it’s purchasable wonders!”

“Right...” Well, at the very least he was able to spend some time in airconditioning.

There was a girl behind the desk in plaid that looked about Steven’s age, and just a half inch shorter than him. She looked bored, flipping through a magazine as a young boy that looked a lot like Mabel made googly eyes as he swept by the door.

Steven guessed there was no harm in asking around.

“Hi, I’m Steven.” He smiled easily, walking up to the register.

“No refunds, even if an exhibit bit you.” She sighed, peeking up before turning back to her magazine.

“Oh no, nothing bit me, I just wanted to know something.”

She looked up to get a better look at Steven and gave a small smirk.

“Sure, but only because I like your shirt. Mr. Universe merch, now that’s a deep cut.”

Unbeknownst to Steven, Dipper Pines would had been watching the exchange felt a twinge of uneasiness as this out of towner talked with Wendy.

“Have you ever seen anything strange or weird actually happen in this town?”

Wendy’s smile dropped.

“Why do you ask?” Her eyes flickered to Dipper, just for a moment, and that was all he needed to rush over.

“Excuse me sir, please buy something or exit the store.” Dipper spoke in the deepest voice he could muster.

Steven looked over with a questioning expression.

“Oh sure uh-“ He blindly reached for the wad of bills that his dad had given to him before he left. Steven pulled out a hundred dollar bill and put it on the counter. Wendy looked up baffled as Steven stuffed the other cash back in his wallet.

“Boy was I wrong about you kid!” Mr. Mystery, seemingly materializing out of nowhere, now bounded over. He had loosened his tie and lost the eyepatch which turned out he never needed.

“Whaddya wanna know? I’ll tell you everything. There’s gnomes in the woods you know-“

“Grunkle Stan!” Dipper protested loudly, dragging his Stan away and harshly whispering at him.

“Did you steal that money?” Wendy asked as Steven watched the pair whisper fight in the corner. He turned back to the girl and gave a sheepish smile.

“Uh no, my dad gave it to me before this roadtrip. He’s actually Mr. Universe.”

Wendy lit up.

“No freaking way! Your dad is Mr. Universe? I only got into him since he managed Sadie Killer and the Suspects and they always perform covers of his songs on tour, I can’t believe he’s your dad!” She rambled, stars in her eyes. Steven beamed, he loved when people praised his dad’s music. Greg really deserved it.

Steven learned Wendy’s name and they swapped stories back and forth, only interrupted as the girl from outside slowly rose from the behind the counter beaming.

“A cute musician that loves weird stuff, take me now.” She swooned. Steven blushed profusely, not used to the attention.

“Sorry, my girlfriend Connie probably wouldn’t like that very much.” He said gently. Mabel looked him up and down and pouted.

“I can wait, but not forever.” She warned, and winked, bounding to break apart her grunkle and Dipper, who are now whisper screaming with arms flailing.

“I wasn’t going to mention that Dorito shaped jerk! Just the normal stuff!”

“It’s dangerous! He could be a spy, or government, or another stack of gnomes!”

Steven raised an eyebrow and looked at Wendy. She chuckled and shrugged. Steven carefully approached them.

“He can hear everything you’re saying anyways so might as well tell him!” Mabel interrupted, nodding towards Steven as he came up.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m definitely not government.” Steven technically didn’t exist at all. He never had a social security card and didn’t have a birth certificate.

Dipper only glared. Rich strangers with an interest in the paranormal didn’t come through gravity falls without some kind of agenda.

Steven hated the conflict he was starting. No information was worth this family fighting.

“Okay,” he surrendered, hands up, “I’ll just go. I’ll stick around town until tomorrow if you change your minds”

“Wait Steven-”

“Let him go Wendy,” Dipper glared as the boy in pink walked out, “We can’t trust him.”

“But I was going to ask for Sadie tickets...” Wendy groaned, defeated.

“There’s something weird about him.”

“Great!” Mabel beamed, “He’ll fit right in.”

~.~

Steven wasn’t crazy about sleeping in his car, but was seriously considering it after seeing the state of his motel room. It looked like it hadn’t been used in decades, a thin line of dust covering every surface. He was also pretty sure they didn’t even have free ice.

“Wish Pearl were here..” He mumbled, exhausted. He curled up on top of the covers, fully clothed, and let sleep take him.

Being Steven Universe however, meant rest was sure to allude the half alien.

Steven found himself in a dark space, fog all around him. Before a word could come out of his mouth he heard a fast, repetitive muttering.

“Stranger...Wendy looked pretty today..Can’t trust...Tell no one...Ford isn’t here..”

“What, the-” Steven quietly walked toward the source of dialogue, and saw the faded silhouette of the boy from the Mystery Shack. His back was turned to him, but Steven recognized the blue vest and mosquito bitten legs.

“I thought I was over the dream hopping.” Steven spoke a tad too loudly, starting the young boy - Dipper.

“What-” Dipper’s eyes grew wide in panic, and the boy fell back harshly.

“No, no, you can’t be in my head!”

“Wait, I’m not-” Steven tried to reassure him, stepping carefully towards the boy but Dipper let out a screech of terror, sweat gathering around his temples.

“Bill sent you didn’t he?! He’s not really gone- he’s going to hurt Mable again-” Dipper began to hyperventilate.

“Dipper please,” Steven took a step back, arms in the air in surrender.

“I-”

“I’m not going to hurt you I swear on the gems.” He placed a hand over his heart. “This is a total invasion of privacy but it’s something that happens when someone’s emotions are out of control-”

“How are you here?” Dipper demanded, scrambling to his feet. “Tell me what you are and what you want.”

“I’m just passing through!” Steven insisted, then lowered his tone to calm the younger boy. “I’m kinda of magnet for weird stuff. I just wanted to help in case anything was going on.”

“We deal with things just fine around here.” Dipper spat, then watched as Steven deflated. He seemed tired, like he hasn't slept well in a while.

“So what are you anyways? How can you be here?”

Steven winced, and laughed nervously. “It’s kind of a long story..”

Dipper raised and eyebrow and swept his arm around the void dramatically.

“You have until dawn.”

“I thought that was a conspiracy theory, it wasn’t even covered by major news outlets.” Dipper look exhausted, cross legged on the unseen floor as he ran his hands through his hair.

“I think Garnet is pretty persuasive when it comes to government and reporters. They all kinda fall in love with her.”

“She’s the one that’s really two aliens?”

Steven shook his head with a small smile. “It’s hard to explain but yes, I guess that comes close.”

“That’s actually insane. I’m insane, aren’t I?” Dipper stood up, leaving Steven on sitting next to an empty space. “It’s been too quiet around here and now I’m so desperate for weird, that I’m making it all up in my head.”

“I get that feeling.” Steven smiled without humor, “but no, this is real. I’ll prove it when you wake up.” Steven felt a shift, the fog in the void getting denser.

“Sooner than I thought, you’re an early riser huh?”

Dipper looked back at Steven, panicked. “You’ll come to the Shack again right? In just a bit?”

Steven smiled. “Promise.”

Dipper woke up to his sister braiding his hair. Mabel still had her pjs on, and a make up kit next to the bed. Dipper frowned, tasting strawberry shortcake.

“Stop testing party looks on me, Mabel.”

“Stop having my face structure and maybe I will.” She grinned, covered in blue glitter.

Dipper quickly washed up and got dressed for the day, feeling like he was anxiously waiting for something but not quite remembering what.

He felt like he had a strange dream last night...

He quickly remembered, choking on cereal as Steven walked into the shack right as it opened. Hair slightly frizzy from the heat and eyes strangely tired. Maybe dream hopping took energy that he anticipated.

“Steven!”

“Meal ticket!”

“Grunkle Stan.” Mabel chastised as Dipper rushed over to the older boy.

“Good morning everyone.”

Dipper stopped short, slightly hoping that everything he experienced wasn’t just his imagination. That everything exciting and weird and interesting wasn’t always trying to kill him, ruin his life, or steal his candy.

Steven looked tired, like he had been doing this much longer than Dipper, but he had still come out with enough energy to smile.

“Not insane?” Dipper asked hopefully, quietly. Steven snapped his attention from his Grunkle and Mable bickering down to the Dipper. He gave a reassuring smile, eyes quite serious.

“Not insane.”

#I feel like I made up a strange tension but please don't ship them THEYRE FOUND FAMILY #Steven universe #gravity falls #universe falls #???#what's the tag?#dipper pines #Mabel pines #grunkle stan #stan pines #bill cipher #this is something or maybe nothing idk people need to give me plot ideas #probably no plot just one shot series

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yostresswritinggirl · 4 years ago

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hello, i love your writin'!! seriously, it's so cool to read and im just ajdhsish and this is the first thing- second thing, would you be comfortable with writin' albedo x gn reader (headcanons are cool yknow!) who dislikes goin' outside alone? like, they worry that somethin' bad will happen to them or are a bit scared of doin' things that might go wrong around people, so they prefer goin' outside with someone? (they also want to get rid of their fears but have no ideas how) i will understand if you don't want to so dw!! 👉👈

First thing, thank you so much for requesting! This took a while, I'm so sorryy! This was supposed to come out yesterday but I got sick and barely had the brainpower to even stand :(( feels better now tho so yey? And yess ahhh thank you for your kind words, you guys have been wonderful too, give yourself some credit too!

This is the last Albedo request in the inbox and woohoo, we ended this streak in one of the hard prompts I've come by so far ahaha

I'm not sure if I interpreted anon right but this shall be a fic as originally requested? I'm apologizing in advance because I don't think I've captured this scenario well enough hehe,,, but I hope you still enjoy this!

Keep Me Intertwined

Albedo with a gn!reader that's scared of going out alone (Mild Social Phobia?)

Albedo is a genuis, everybody knows that, even beyond the walls of Mondstadt. Praised and sought out by scholars to ask for his wisdom and a majority of the time they receive their desired enlightenment.

Indeed, the Kreideprinz is a genuis even if he says otherwise, but he's a genuis in the art of Kemia. And only that. Truth be told there are a lot of things he lacks when it comes to knowledge, as his focus is only in the science he wants to explore. Beyond that, he comes close to a child's understanding of the world.

When he bumped into you when he was strolling through the stalls during a market fair of travelling merchants, he'd thought it would be something he can shrug off easily, but as he moves his head to look at the perpetrator he'd hear a squeak of a "sorry" and a running figure. What?

Albedo silently pats himself down as he continues to watch as the silhouette disappears farther, with a calculating gaze to memorize all their features for... future references.

After he made sure it wasn't a thief that bumped to him to pickpocket, he immediately moves on without another thought.

"Ah, you're the one from the marketplace yesterday." In all honesty, your second meeting was quicker to come than he expected, and at the most curious location of all places. In the Knights of Favonius HQ. How had he not heard or seen of you before?

Your shoulders tense at the sound before you even closed the door of which you came from. This was a room he's never seen anyone use, he realized. Was this where you've been residing all this time? What an oversight on his part but it seems that you two share the common practice of barely leaving your quarters.

When you turned around, behind those surprised eyes lies a gentleness of relief he has not seen a mixture of in the ones he'd observed before. "O-Oh, Chief Alchemist! I'm really sorry about that, I was- I'm really sorry!" He hums in contemplation before shaking his head, assuring you it was a matter that caused no harm.

There was more to it, but his thoughts are distracted with his current task at hand, and with a short goodbye he made his way out down the hall where the stairs resides.

His heavy boots clap on the carpeted floor...

Paired with shuffling light ones to try and match his stride.

Huh? "Are you perhaps going outside?" He confirms with a soft yes as he continues his walk. What are you implying? "Is it okay if I join your company? I uhm also need to get some stuff from outside." He just nods, not one for small talk or questioning. It's nothing much to think about really—

Your loose and subtle grip around the chains hanging by his coat seem to ground him from his musings as you two traverse through Mondstadt in a normal gait. He tries not to think about it too much, but the way you look around with unease when you near other people or your desperate strides to stay a respectable distance to him were things he observed during the walk. Albedo was no man of science focusing on human personality and it bothers him.

It was like a game of cat and mouse between you two running errands, he'll detour to the side and you'll follow him, and if you need to drop by to a building then he'll have to follow you.

And he doesn't know why. Is it because of his mannerism towards taking care of Klee? Or his feeling of responsibility for bringing you along?

During this whole ordeal the Chief Alchemist has brought himself a bright idea (it is not) and went into his scientific mode. He watches you talk to one of the citizens about a commission you had finished yesterday and after confirming your undivided attention, he quietly slips away from the area to visit the Alchemy stall where Timaeus would surely be working on.

It took about an hour before he was allowed to use the table, because Timaeus took so long working on his forgery. Goodness that man needs to work on his studies more.

Ah, speaking of— Albedo realized he'd just up and left you for an hour. Without a second thought he retraced his steps to where he had last seen you. Surely you would have gone off to do your own thing, probably finished up your errands by now and had gone back to the Knights headquarters.

An unmoving force made him tumble forward as his coat seemed to have been caught. If you were there, it would be a sight to see, a rare moment of the Kreideprinz so uncomposed and shocked as he catches himself with a sputter. What the hell? His head snaps to look over his shoulder at such incredible speed, you'd thought it really would have snapped—

The clutch on his chain accessory tightens. With your head down low he couldn't see what expression you were, but your tense shoulders shake with a tremor similar to that of an on-going earthquake. His guilt was more obvious as your knuckles turn white from the deadly grip.

"Albedo-!" You exclaimed in what seems to be a cross between a whine and a whimper. "You disappeared, I couldn't- I couldn't leave..."

He hides a sigh as you refuse to look up to show your face. And in a comforting manner he has 'mastered' with a certain someone, he gently pries off your tight grip (with some urging pats to get you to loosen) before interlocking your fingers with his gloved ones. And he smiles as genuinely as he can, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Are you done here? It's almost night, we should get moving."

Your nod of agreement was a breath of fresh air to him.

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Days after that were pretty much as uneventful as uneventful it could be for Albedo's lifestyle.

Holed up in his laboratory for days without rest like the madman he is. Master's alembic and grounds of scarlet quartz able to keep his mind occupied to not wonder. Hyperfocused, no one has seen him out, only Sucrose dropping by with an 'assistant pass' despite the experiment on-going sign hanging by his doorknob.

When he finally stepped out to the hallway, three days already passed. The door behind him clicks as it locks, a sound that echoed with the door four rooms apart to his.

Kaeya looks up from your doorknob when he noticed the approaching silhouette. "Oh, Chief Alchemist? Finally came out of your cave." He quipped as he leans his shoulder against your room's door, visible eyebrow raising slightly after noticing the fleeting gaze Albedo passed at the door.

"Cavalry Captain, good evening. What were you doing there?" Straight to the point.

The taller man's eyebrow rose higher before he composed his amusement. "I didn't expect you to be into rumors, Albedo." The Alchemist's brows furrows in response. "No harm done, worry not. I just accompanied them on their trip outside before retreating for the night."

Humming to himself, Albedo's eyes wonder back to your doorknob before it was protectively shielded by the man's... white fur cloak?

"I also heard you left them alone when you two were out. I didn't expect you to be such a cruel man, amping up their fear after the progress they've made." Fear? Progress? More questions swirled within the genius' mind the more he talked with this.

Kaeya had noticed his faraway look and pieced together the context. Finally, he offered to explain the background of the issue and Albedo was ecstatic to listen in, a first with the blunette.

"Do you understand it now?"

"Mhm."

"Then I'll leave them to your care, I'm sure your genius mind can come up with something."

"Huh?"

And thus you find yourself standing at the bottom steps of the Ordo Favonius HQ the next morning, hand in hand with the Chief Alchemist you've last seen four days ago. Doesn't he have better things to do? No, he reasoned the solution he worked on will take two days to formulate the desired sediment, and so he has that timeframe free for the taking.

You would have been confused and wary he'd abandon you again—

Were you not forced to listen to the two dummies talk about YOU right outside your ROOM.

"You uhm, you don't have to hold my hand during this whole trip, Master Albedo."

"Albedo." He corrected. "And this is necessary, much more convenient and predictable than pulling on my chains really." A touch of a blush framed your cheeks with embarrassment.

"I have nothing in my itinerary today, so feel free to tug me along. It is, after all, the most I can do for what happened."

Despite the rough texture from the long use, the leathered hand in yours brought about more comfort than you would have thought.

Bonus:

The solar isotoma sparkled in pure golden beauty in front of you, but it didn't prevent the anxiety bubbling inside as you watch Albedo hop over the ledge with the help of his geo construct. "What- what are you doing?"

"Experiment. I'll be up in the roof looking over you so you'll know I'm still here, if it makes a difference if your company is far from arms length or not." He replied as he casually hopped over to the roof of a housing unit.

"Albedooo!"

I didn't get to capture all the aspects of the request that I wanted to focus on ahhhhh, I got so conscious of the length I had to stop it! Still ack I hope I captured his personality and context well— and I'm sorry if I amped up the fear more than you gave, I'm not really sure how bad it was supposed to be skskskks

But hey, this being the last Albedo req in my inbox, I am now free from this man *happy sigh* //:Albedo smut leading the leaderboard for the followers event looms over from behind:// *sweats*

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #exile.flower #albedo #albedo x reader #genshin impact albedo #exile.goblet #genshin impact oneshots #genshin impact scenarios #glorysuffer #i enjoyed writing this more than i thought i would have!#sorry this took so long!!#the requests are getting harder lately hmmm #followers special #gender neutral

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sibsteria · 4 years ago

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all the angels [cast & angels & chuck]

prompts: ''run away with me''

summary: [bare with me, this is a long summary and concept] throughout the decades, y/n and the angels lived in harmony, her being the only being with powers on par with chuck. an immortal life with your angels sounds good, doesn't it? something goes wrong and y/n gets projected into the world of the spn actors. she had never met god, despite being made for the angels because of him. the thing is, she doesn't remember anything of her life with the angels and this messes with reality. the world of reality, along with y/n, are all magically convinced she has always been in their universe as a fellow cast mate. what happens when most of her favourite angels and a certain hellish man team up to collect her in the middle of a con?

characters: Rob Benedict, Richard Speight Jr, Mark Pellegrino, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Sebastian Roche, Chuck Shurley, Gabriel, Castiel, Lucifer, Balthazar, Crowley

warnings: I dreamt something along the lines of this and it's just pure crack, I apologise, fluff, angst, everyone is single because it gets weird. I wrote this at 4am :/

---

''So let's talk about Y/n's character! She hasn't been explained too much but we know her backstory.'' Wow, thank you, Mark Sheppard.

''Well, I'm pretty sure the fans already know.'' I shrug, but a glare from the man before me makes me roll my eyes.

''Come on, don't leave them in the dust, also sharing a name with your character is weird right?'' He teases me, I resist the urge to walk over and playfully slap him.

''Fine. She was created by God to please the angels in whatever way they needed, with her consent obviously. She creates a connection with Gabriel and their connection become the focus of her life, until she meets Crowley-'' I look over at Sheppard and paint a fake scowl on my face, sending the audience into light laughter. ''-who is also vying for her attention, but as you all know, she had been killed off at the end of the last season. Y'all didn't see that blinding golden light and her disappearing act?'' I raise my eyebrow at the crowd. They murmur amongst themselves.

''Are you sure she was killed off?'' Richard snickers from next to me. ''What if her dear Gabe just snapped her away for some-'' He wags his eyebrows to out fans. ''-angel on paragon action.''

''It's literally in the script shut up- or you know, believe this idiot.'' I smile, showing I meant no offense

''Scripts change! You know that!'' Misha reasons, aggressively.

''I suppose so.'' Leaving audiences in an unsolved mystery is the fun of cons.

---

Sitting in the green room, it's sweaty and warm after the panel. We are instantly greeted by our colleagues awaiting their next instructions such as Mark Pellegrino, Sebastian Roche and Rob Benedict.

''Welcome back, you little bastards.'' Sebastian's voice rings throughout the room, I groan, faceplanting onto the couch where Rob sat, fiddling with an acoustic guitar.

We sat, talked, ate, I napped, yknow the usual.

---

''So, do you think they will bring you back for the next season?'' Misha asks, I bite my lip and answer him.

''I have no idea, no one has said anything so maybe not. I'll be joining our widdle Kings of Con if not.'' I give a baby voice when talking about the couple that is R2.

''Hey!'' Rob's voice wavers in his distinct little way.

''Rude of you to call me little.'' Richard winks and I shoot gag at him, he feigns a frown.

''In other news-'' Mark Pellegrino's cut-in is interrupted by a blinding golden light, surrounding the room. I grip onto Rob's arm as the ground begins to shake, burring my head into his chest, I cover my eyes from the light. He holds me back just as tight, hiding in the comfort of my shoulder. One of many weird, intimate moments with him that makes people believe we are together.

A loud, pitched, sound rattles around us. A few of us scream in pain but I just whimper and move closer into Rob.

Suddenly, everything stops and stills.

I can't force myself to move.

''What the fuck?!'' I hear Misha, making me not want to move even more.

''Ha! Look, she's cuddling you. Awe.'' I hear Richard's voice, but it wasn't him, it didn't sound like him. I pull myself away from Rob's chest and look at the scene unfolding.

'What the fuck?'' I whisper, repeating Collins' earlier comment. Stood here, a few feet in front of us are Gabriel, Balthazar, Castiel, Crowley, Lucifer and Chuck. Did I miss something?

''Not happy to see us, darlin'?'' Gabriel smirks, a foot of his approaches me, I look at them in confusion and shock.

''W-What's going on?'' That is the first time I have ever heard Pellegrino stutter.

''We should probably talk...'' Chuck wavers his hands to us all, motioning us to listen to him.

''So, uh, Y/n here? She's our Y/n, from our reality and we kinda want her back.'' Gabriel shuffles his weight between each of his feet, I'm in too much terror to even speak, so is everyone else.

''You hear him, dickbags? We want her back.'' Lucifer crosses his arms, staring dead into Pellegrino's soul, presumably to make him uncomfortable.

''I don't understand-'' I stop myself, leaving it at that.

''Wait, do you not remember?'' Gabriel looks at me, broken eyes reflect his inside pain.

''Of course she doesn't, you bollock! Can't you see the look on her face?'' Crowley rolls his eyes but for some reason I can sense his true sadness.

''I will explain, better.'' Castiel takes a step towards me. ''You are Y/n Divine, our Divine, your the celestial from our existence. Your our...?'' He struggles to find the words, Balthazar answers for him. Not the lot of explaining I need there, Cas.

''Our collective soulmate, so to speak.'' He nods.

''Yeah, that's who I am in Supernatural but- this isn't the show, this is reality. I gotta be dreaming, oh my God-'' Chuck interferes (doesn't he always).

''That's me.'' The nervous laugh from the bearded almighty almost makes me laugh, almost, but the situation was too real for it. ''Would it help if I...showed you?'' He says, unsure of his choice of words.

For some reason, I pour my trust into him, and walk towards the clone of my almost boyfriend, I wished.

''Mind if I show all of you?'' Chuck asks, before ignoring some of the 'no's in the room and he snaps, bringing us into a dream state.

Scenes flow through our brains, ones that weren't in the show

---

Dressed in a white kaftan with golden afflictions, there was Y/n, lay in the greenest of grass. And next to her? Gabriel the Archangel. Almost in a Bella-Edward meadow position, the two looked into each other, reading one another's soul.

''Run away with me.'' Gabriel whispers, lighter than air.

''What?'' She snaps out of her dreamy daze.

''Let's leave, you don't need any other angel that isn't me.'' This breaks her heart, although Gabriel was her favourite and the one she had a special connection with, she had a duty to remain near the other angels.

''I want to-'' Gabe's heart lifts but sank soon after. ''-but you know I can't. I wasn't created to defy my purpose, I would cease to exist if I did.'' A tear rolls down her cheek, the light from the fading sun rested gracefully on her skin.

''I know. Oh, what was I thinking? My father will come after us and- I would rather now think about what he would do to us, to you.'' He looks away from her to relish in his pain.

''Don't be like that, my little Aurelian enchanter-'' She mentions the colour of his golden wings, which lay across the ground behind him, a beautiful sight. ''-the time will come where no angel needs me, then I can devote myself to you, only you.'' She mumbles, pressing a sure kiss to the peak of his nose. He huffs in a peaceful array of emotion.

''At least you don't kiss any other of my brothers or estranged family.'' He nudges back at her, nose to nose.

---

''That was sickening to watch.'' Pellegrino chuckles into the dark abyss of our voices, unable to see each other but still recognising each other within the blindness.

''Shall I show you another one?'' A rhetorical question from the Lord from above, as he whisks us into another memory.

---

She sat on a bench, clad in elegancy, the world was still new and beaming. New angels were being created, not all of them needed a divine celestial to aid them, so she spent her days watching the creations live. The bees harvesting pollen from the flowers was one of her favourite sights.

She felt an angelic presence appear next to her, but a new one, an unknown one.

''Who might you be?'' She asks, not tearing her eyes away from the fuzz of a creature.

''I am Castiel.'' Short and stat, seems like the kind of being he was, without a vessel he could be read more easily.

''No vessel yet, I assume?'' She looks towards the beam of light beside her.

''No, not yet. I hardly think there's a need for such a thing.'' His voice was the most beautiful she had heard, of all the angels, no vessel and no front made him so much more enticing.

''Well, nice to meet you. You're wings...they're black? Pretty though, new as well.'' She smiled at Castiel, his aura positively increased, the interaction helping them both. Just a simple amount of time in company can help an angel.

''Thank you.''

---

''So that's Castiel?'' Misha seems uneasy.

''Would you like to see the encounter between her and his vessel?''

---

She sat, with Balthazar, just grooming his beautiful wings. An act she did for her most favourite angels.

''Have you seen Castiel's vessel?'' He smiles up at her, in his own vessel.

''Not yet but I am excited though, from the comments I'm hearing, he is a most handsome fellow.'' She brushes past a certain spot, making Bal shiver in delight, not in a sexual manner.

''Ugh, like you don't find yourself infatuated with my golden winged brother already, don't go falling for another one.'' He groans in disgust, she laughs, melodically.

''I can promise you, I won't.'' That was a future lie.

''Hello, Y/n.'' A new voice from behind her, sensing the energy, she knew it was Cas.

A wide grin stretches across her features, ''Castiel!'' She shouts, whipping round to face the angel in his new restrictions. ''My, my, good choice, my angel.'' A nickname specifically reserved for the defying being.

''I would say 'thank you', but it would be a most similar and repetitive interaction.'' She sighs in relaxation, reliving her first encounter with Castiel.

''You are always welcome, you're one of my favourites.'' She boops his nose, squeaking 'boop' at the same time, Cas cocks his head in confusion.

''Boop?'' He questions her, she shrugs her shoulders.

''You're cute, so I booped you.'' She giggles, Castiel couldn't refuse the stutter in his 'emotions' as she spoke.

''Okay.''

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I heard Mark Sheppard's voice throughout the void, ''YoU'rE cUtE, sO i BoOpEd YoU!'' His badgering voice pointing fun at me.

''Shut up.'' I mumble.

---

It was beautiful, the winding waterfall gushing down the rocks, watching it flow. She sat, in deep thought, things between Lucifer and Michael were getting tense, she was scared for the future.

''You don't need to worry about us, my little cherub.'' Lucifer's voice mixed eloquently with the sound of the waves slowly connecting the lake below.

''It's part of my job, I couldn't help it if I tried.'' She shrugged, she stared at the water, taking in the fresh air.

''I know that things aren't simple, they never will be, just know you will always have me. I have never spoken to anyone in such a tone before, you should be honoured, little one.'' This made her accumulate, she leaned back into hold, he was a median temperature. It was nice.

''My Lucifer.'' She grinned in thought. ''You always have been the most intriguing, I will never give up on you, I promise you that.'' She craned her neck to look at the blonde, before pressing the smallest of kisses to his jaw. She had never seen him so vulnerable, so honest with himself, and she wouldn't again for some time.

---

''My dear, this is too dangerous. You are not a warrior, you are a healer and an abettor. I can't let you, I'm sorry.'' Crowley's gruff rumble soaked the thin air, she wanted to fight for her angels- with her angels. She held the power, but not the will.

''I was made for this moment, this is my purpose, I have to do something.'' She pleads, tears stinging her eyes.

''Listen to me, darling, they need you alive more than you're help. Listen to what I'm saying, although I am nonpartisan, I can't remain unbiased. I fear that my little, fascination with you is what keeps you safe. The angels may not love it, but it keeps you safe whilst they handle their own. They want you safe, so that is what I will do.'' His short monologue seemed to flip something within Y/n, she stayed silent for a moment, reeling in thought. Hearing his repetition of the word safe just made her wish the same for her angels.

''I-I guess you're right. I don't want anything to happen to them, you remember last time, when it all-'' She couldn't bring herself to continue, relishing in the agony of remembering when Lucifer was cast.

''Yes, my dear, and you nearly got caught in the crossfire. It can't happen again, there is no other being like you and there never will be. The stories are that God nearly killed himself trying to create you, you are everything he wanted humanity to be.'' She smiled at this, he was trying to cheer her up with a bit of complimenting. ''Even if you are stubborn.'' She slapped his chest, as a farce and let out a small cachinnate.

---

Everyone was silent, things started to get heavy on thought and reason. No one could think of a word to say.

''One more for good measure, then we will asses you, Y/n.'' Uh, what does that mean?

---

The quiet air that surrounded the two was comforting and safe, content and peaceful. Y/n and Gabriel sat opposite one another, his wings lay in her lap as she did what she does best. Her hands traced up the outer lining of his wings, from top to bottom, before moving in the the inner feathers. She rolled a collection of feathers between her fingers each time she moving a few inches down, softly and gently. Working out the stress and the tightness that wound itself within them, he holds onto her knee, using it as a gripping post every once in a while. It wasn't a pain thing though, it was quite the opposite, the gratification and the bliss he was receiving from such a special moment was intense.

''I don't know why, I think your wings are my favourite.'' She hums out, brushing out the feathers she had been fixing in a swoop from the height of his wing and downwards, before moving on to the next section.

''Oh, really?'' Gabriel couldn't resist the playful tone residing in his comment, but that was what Y/n loved, he wasn't afraid to tease her.

''Without a doubt, they're mesmerising. Such a beautiful colour, and shape. They suit you so well.'' Slowly, she leans forward to kiss the corner of his mouth, before gently pulling herself back.

''Come on, sweetheart! You can do better than that-'' His voice is cut off by a staggering gasp as she unwinds a knot in his feather, gripping her knee tight, he swoons.

She doesn't say a word, yet she picks up her head again, craning towards the angel's face. While continuing to brush out his ailerons of flight, she kisses him again, direct and strong. She moves against his lips with such care but much passion, Gabriel couldn't resist the slip of his tongue to her, she wasn't in any way complaining.

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''Okay, that was upsetting to watch.'' Richard grumbles, we find ourselves back inside the green room, standing in front of us remain Chuck and Gabriel.

''You're telling me.'' I let a slanted expression reach my face.

''You mean you still don't remember?'' Gabriel's frown tugs at my heart, I feel something for him, but not as immense as what we have been watching.

''I have something that might work, but it might...do something?'' Chuck gives out a nervous chuckle, small and barely there.

''Do it, I need her back, I don't care about the consequences unless it hurts her.'' The strain and torment in his intonation is dismal.

''It won't hurt her, but it might- never mind, if it happens then it happens, if it doesn't then you will be happy you didn't know.'' Chuck walks towards me with purpose and I cower back slightly, a stern alarm on my face.

''W-Woah there, what are you doing?'' I reach out my hands in a 'stop' motion, he grabs hold of them.

''Bringing back your memory, I need you to focus on the moments you just watched, think about how you felt during them.'' I thought back, I felt as if I was the girl in the grass, and in heaven and the girl who loved the angels. I revelled in the select memories, the beautiful memories. ''Good, carry on thinking about them and how you felt.''

I felt a warmth surge through my hands, as they remained connected to Chuck's.

''It's working.'' I peek open my eyes and look down at our hands. Mine are white and hold a holy glow, my eyes widen as I look at the magic.

''This is you?'' I ask, Chuck shakes his head.

''It's you, well, it's us. You have your own powers, but this kind can only be used when I am touching you. You know you have angelic advantages, from the show?'' He explains in a way I understand, I nod. ''D-Do you want to remember this world? Along with your true one?'' I bit my lip before answering.

''I would, some people I can't let go.'' I look towards Rob, who stood off towards the side, the group of my colleagues still in shock of the situation, some whispering to each other.

''I see. Are you ready?'' The heat is getting more intense in my hands, a burning hot white light shines from then.

''I think so.''

''I need to warn you, you may not like what could happen next.'' He unclasps our hands before reaching up to sandwich my head between them. It wasn't painful, it was peculiar, my body went numb. This took around a minute before he took his hands of me.

My mind and his instantly travelled to a secluded world. It was barren and empty, but beautiful, Red sand and burnt skies surrounded me, small oasis' patched around. The sun was in a constant set, never going up nor down.

''Where are we?'' I asked Chuck, he was dressed in a white pant and shirt, I looked down towards myself. I was enclosed by a gorgeous lengthy white garment, a golden sash across my waist.

''We're in your head. How are you feeling?'' I smile.

''Like myself, thanks Chuck, nice to meet you by the way- can't believe I haven't said that yet, after all Gabe has told me.''

''Um, okay, this is going to be awkward to ask. What do you feel? When you look at me, that is.''

''Hm...'' I look into his soft eyes. I felt as if I belonged there, like it was home. My whole existence within his soul.

''That's- not good.'' He must have read me, because I didn't say that out loud. I widen my eyes, starting to panic. ''I-I mean, it could be? It depends how you feel on the matter.'' He tries to soothe me.

''Explain.'' Was all I said.

''We- well. I've linked us, not on purpose. You're life's fulfilment is with me now, along with the angels. I'm not your creator anymore, I'm your equal. Yet you are not light nor dark, your the meld of both, a mediator if you will. The love for the angels, can be found within myself now. I'm sorry, I never thought it would actually happen.'' I'm guessing this is the first time he has ever apologised, I don't know how but- I feel like I know everything about him. The almost humanitarian way he dabbles jn his powers is confronting.

''Yes, that's another edge you have, you know everything about me now, you know who I am and what I've done.'' He looks ashamed and off to the side.

''You may not be proud of who you are, but I am-'' I hold his hand and turn his head with my other. ''You're the creator, just because you have done bad things, does not mean you're a bad person.'' I feel like I've known him my whole life, I technically have. He remains silent.

''We will have our time, go seem them. If you ever need to see me and I'm not around, think of this place and I'll meet you here, no matter how far apart we are.'' He extracts us from the sanctuary.

I'm back in my own body, looking around at the awkward faces of my peers. We must have been stood, staring into space for some time.

''Hey-''I turn to Gabe as he speaks, walking towards him before I stop dead in my tracks. I swiftly run back to Chuck, slamming my lips against his, I feel my heart stutter in the shock of my own actions. He kisses me back with much more passion, before I pull away. I look at Rob, his mouth his hung open, using my power I look into his head.

He's shocked and- jealous. He thinks it's invigorating to see a version of himself kiss you. Realising he could've admitted his feelings to you, perhaps you wouldn't have gone back to them.

''Well- okay, that's new.'' Gabriel mutters, his voice cracks in the middle of his speech.

I turn and run towards Gabe.

''Don't worry, you're still my favourite.'' He yanks me into a hug, pulling me into a compact hug, I wrap my legs around his waist.

He whispers some enochian into my ear, I bite my lip and smile. Along the lines of 'should I book the hotel now or later?'.

''You know full well we don't need to do that.'' I couldn't help but tease him back, he sighs in content, happy to have us back.

''I'm- confused, what the fuck is going on?'' Sebastian calls.

''If you want, you can make them forget, Y/n.'' Chuck announces, a valley of yelling and protests wash over me from the Supernatural cast.

''Can I? It could be for the best...'' I trail off, the cast look at me with hurt in their eyes, I decide to communicate with Rob through his head.

'Rob' He looks around, alarmed. 'I'm in your mind, don't panic'

'How could you? I know you aren't meant to be here but please don't make me forget you' I could hear the pain within him.

'I won't completely, you'll know me, but not as who I am. You will know me as your colleague and friend, I'll visit you'

'I love you, I'm sorry I never said it' I heard his heart shatter.

'I love you too, maybe we can develop something in the future' Maybe I was asking too much of myself, maybe not.

''You ready to go back?'' Chuck waltzes toward me and Gabriel. ''Other angels want to see you, I can hear them, it's rather annoying.'' I smile at the thought of seeing them all again, this time knowing who they are to me.

''I think so.'' I turn back to say my goodbyes.

''Misha, you are one of the most genuine and kind people this Earth can offer, I'm so happy I met you.'' I move forward to hug him, channelling my power, as soon as I leave this plane it will activate- leaving them in the state they were before.

''Mr. Sheppard, you smarmy bastard, never change. The world couldn't take it. I'll see you soon.'' I step forward to hug him.

''My, my, Pellegrino, a tear? Not going soft on me, are you?'' He shakes his head, rolling his eyes at me. ''I'll miss you and your karaoke.'' I hug him, he holds on a little longer, refusing to let me go. I look at him with sad eyes, before turning to Sebastian.

''You and your attitude Roche, you're such a light person, you'll see me again and I promise you that. Keep up the humour, you're not yourself without it.'' I hug him, ejecting a powerful wave.

''Richard, I will admit you are my best friend, even when you're trying to sleep with everything that walks. Take care of Robbie for me, I won't be too long before my next visit, so hold on.'' I grip him in my arms, pulling gently on his beard as we part, before getting mockingly swatted away.

I couldn't sat goodbye to Rob, looking at his disheartened face. ''R-Robbie-'' I tried not to cry, saying goodbye to so many friends is breaking me.

''I can't explain how much you mean to me, I love you, in every way you can imagine. I love you all.'' I hug Rob, not wanting to let go.

''Please don't go.'' His whimper makes me finally let out tears.

''I need to. I promise I'll return.'' I think about my next action, before deciding on it.

'Pull away if you don't want this.' I say to him, his head is swimming with agony.

Kissing him, very lightly, I feel tears mix on my lips. I pull away before I get too attached.

''Gonna miss you, so much.'' He whispers to me, clutching my shirt in his hands.

''I have to go, bye Benedict, till we meet again.'' I try to spin a comedic affect into my words, stepping away from my best friends.

Chuck holds out his hands, Gabriel and I connect to them. I shut my eyes, I can't face what I'm leaving behind. I feel a golden illumination against my shut eyelids.

It's not forever, but I will miss them.

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summonerscenarios · 4 years ago

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Triton and Jinn reactions to seeing what they think is a hickey on MCs neck when its actually a bruise they got in a non app battle fight. But they go teacher mode and try to be adults for MC and try to at least see if MC is being responsible sex wise. But MC just thinks their being scolded for getting hurt in a fight. So MC's like "Oh this? *gestures to bruise from getting punched in the throat* these two guys went at me at the same time and I was gasping for air after" Triton: I- you what? "Yeah you can ask kengo about it if you want, he saw" Jinn: Kengo was there?? Shenanigans ensue.

sdfghjhjgfd listen with the way Jinn and Triton react to the smallest things you just know that this whole thing would be a mess - but a fun one at the same time!

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It’s a hell of a bruise - not your first one, and definitely not your last - but as far as bruises go this one’s definitely a pain. Getting socked right in the neck is nowhere near a pleasant experience, and the mark that it left behind was now glaringly obvious, branching between your collarbone and the side of your neck. When you’d fist got in the tussle the bruise was a glaring deep red against your skin, but by the time you’d finally made it to school in one piece it had gradually evened out into a reddy purple shade - still sore and evident against your skin, but there was nothing you could do about it now. As far as you were concerned, it wasn’t anything you worry about, so you’d just hid what you could beneath your shirt collar and went about your day as usual, figuring that nothing would come out of it given your tendency to get into trouble.

Turns out you avoid catching someone’s eye just long enough to get through the first period. Mr. Jinn had been a stand in for the usual teacher of the class, and the fact that you’d kept a relatively low profile in class meant that he didn’t even notice until everyone was filtering out of the classroom. He just happened to look up right before you’d slipped out of the door to follow Kengo, caught sight of the mark peeking out from inside your collar, and damn near keeled over at the sight. For what it’s worth, the bruise makes for a believable hickey, so it’s a natural reaction to freak out at the sight of one on his student, however Jinn has no idea how he’s going to confront you about it - because of course he has to, right? As your teacher he has to make sure that you’re being safe at the very least! Not knowing how to bring the ‘situation’ up to you, Jinn turns to his fellow teachers - it just so happens that the closest one nearby is Mr. Triton, who upon hearing what Jinn saw shouts loud enough that everyone in a mile radius probably heard him. Together, the pair of them decide that the best course of action is to set up a teacher intervention for you, if only to warn you to be careful with your health and to practice safe sex.

Next thing you know you’re back in the classroom, giving the two teachers standing in front of you confused glances over the juice box you’d managed to snag from the cafeteria before they’d dragged you into this ‘meeting’. You have no idea what they could have pulled you in for - in all honesty it could be just about anything, given your track record as the school’s officially titled problem child - but given the serious expressions mirrored on both of their faces, you know they mean business. Maybe they found out about that scuffle before school? Kengo wouldn’t have ratted you out, but you wouldn’t put it past another student recognizing you and deciding to let the teachers know. If that is the case then you’re absolutely gonna get chewed out about it, and the thought of sitting through one of Triton’s long winded morality lessons again has you taking another anxious sip of your drink, watching them carefully to see which one’s going to start talking first.

When Jinn finally levels you with that knowing teacher look and tells you that they know what you’ve been doing, your immediate thought is ‘Shit, they do know about the fight.’ and you straighten up in your seat, already mentally planning your defense. If they know about the tussle, then chances are your best bet is to come clean - maybe if you can talk your way out of this they won’t tell Mr.Mononobe - if Triton’s disappointed teacher face is bad, Mononobe is guaranteed to crank up the guilt when he finds out. Both Triton and Jinn seem taken about by how willingly you are to talk about it, but they let you explain.

“Look,” you start, after a moment of deliberation “For what it’s worth, I swear I didn’t mean to do it.” They don’t seem convinced, if anything they both look confused at your words, but when they don’t pry further you continue. Maybe they’re just worried about the bruise? With that thought in mind you tug down the collar of your shirt and gesture to the bruise with a reassuring grin. “See? This is nothing. Trust me, I normally deal with way worse than this when guys wanna come at me!”

“W-Worse?” Triton sputters at how casually you admit to it, and you don’t miss the worried glance that the two teachers give one another at your bold statement, but you have no idea what they assume you’re talking about as you nod confidently and keep talking, completely oblivious to their responses.

“Usually I’m used to taking just one. But two? At the same time? No wonder I got roughed up a bit - i’ve only got two hands, yknow!” you chuckle at your own joke, shrugging and leaning back against the nearest chair as you rub your knuckles thinking back to the swings you were able to get in before you’d chased those guys off. Jinn just about chokes on the air and Triton looks absolutely mortified, looking anywhere but at you. The pair of them are already assuming the worst, and just when they can’t think it can get anywhere you chime in with: “Yeah, they were rough - but don’t worry, I finished them off fast! Just ask Kengo, he’ll vouch for me!”

“KENGO WAS THERE?!” The teachers yell in unison, loud enough that you’re convinced that wherever Kengo was right now he definitely heard it. That seems to finally be the cracking point, because no sooner have the words left their mouths two hands clap onto your shoulders and you’re fixed with an identical pair of serious expressions. They say your name in a tone that sounds almost like an admonishing parent, and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at how serious they’re taking this.

You were expecting the whole teacher talk, so the moment they start up with the ‘As your teachers it’s our responsibility to ensure your safety’ spiel you’re already sinking into your shirt, only half paying attention to what they’re saying because you know it’s just going to be the usual - stop getting into fights even if you weren’t the one that started them. It’s only once Jinn mentions something about talking to Mononobe about setting up classes to talk about being careful with these kinds of things do you perk up, giving them a baffled stare as you ask. “What, you’re going to set up fighting classes? Like self defense?”

The blank looks you get back only make you more confused as they parrot your words back to you with baffled looks, and your brows furrow further at the sheer disbelief on their faces. Okay...you’re beginning to feel really out of the loop here. Before they can say anything you tentatively ask. “Wait, what did you think I was talking about?” And just like that you watch the two adults before you dissolve into fumbling, embarrassed messes. Triton keeps opening and closing his mouth, starting to come up with an excuse only to clam back up then rinse and repeat; Jinn’s not faring much better, stammering and huffing as he rubs the back of his neck and tries to laugh off the whole situation.

You don’t believe them for a second, and the fact that they’re both starting to turn red at their blunder only further buries the argument, only getting more flustered when you continue to pry, genuinely wondering what’s wrong. You either have no idea what they were on about, or just want to get them to admit it. However you don’t get the chance to coax the truth out of them before your teachers pretty much guide you out of the classroom. They’re ‘reassuring’ you that they’ll resolve the situation and you aren’t in any trouble before promptly closing the door in your face, leaving you even more bewildered over the whole encounter - honestly, you just want answers...and your juice back.

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petertingle-yipyip · 2 years ago

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DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER - MATT MURDOCK

four- new girl in town

tags: @americaarse @dusstory @johnmurphys-sass @ironprincessstranger // three // five // masterlist

Pairing: Daredevil x Exodus (Matt x Vigilante!Reader)

Word Count: 10,285

Summary: Helping an old friend leads to more trouble than it’s worth, especially when it interferes with the fate of a new friend. Dots are finally connected but is the outcome really worth it?

The next morning, you were dressing for your meeting with Elektra when a knock sounded at your door. You hurried over and opened it to find Karen outside your door with a cup holder full of coffees. You ushered her in before returning to your room to find your blazer.

“So I found out some stuff about Castle yesterday.” She explained from down the hall. “You were right about the DNR, but there’s also lots of government interest… His family.”

“That’s why he did all that, yknow.” You answered, coming back and shrugging your jacket on. “The people he went after were involved with their murder somehow. I just never got to finding out how.”

“You knew?”

“He mentioned his family last night before everything went to shit.” You shrugged as she handed you a cup. “You gonna keep digging?”

“Maybe… Should I? You think it’ll help anything?”

“I think Frank has the chance to push for trial. If I can get us in there, we can represent him and then both of us can try to help him…”

“I don’t know if the boys will wanna do that.”

“You in or not, Page? I can worry about the boys later.”

“I’m in if you are… You seem to be feeling better.” She tried with a hopeful smile.

“Just gotta keep going, yknow? If I let everyone decide who I am, I’ll never really know..” You sipped your drink with the hopes that the warm liquid would dull the cold regret sitting in your chest as you repeated your friend’s words. It didn’t. “Mmm, by the way, I'm gonna be late to the office today.”

Her brows raised in quiet accusation.

“Friend from college has a meeting and needs legal support.” You waved a hand. “It’s nothing bad… I hope.”

“Please tell me this is a Y/N thing and not an Exodus thing.” She sighed.

“It is. It’s just about releasing some family money from bad investments. I promise, everything will go through proper channels.”

“What about Matt and Foggy? Shouldn’t they know?”

“You can tell them or I’ll talk to them when I get in.” You shrugged. “They probably won’t be thrilled given who it is but it’s not up to them who I help out. To be fair, Matt would probably be more annoyed than Foggy cause he already told her no.”

“Yeah but if they don’t agree, isn’t it for good reason?”

“Usually I would agree with you and them, but this one isn’t just some-“

Your words were cut short when you heard a thump outside your door. Your head turned to the door and you listened carefully, hearing a light jingle as your doorknob shifted. It was easy to realize that someone was trying to pick the lock.

“Get on the other side of the couch.” You said slowly, reaching for the gun you taped under the table as you set down the cup. “Get down and stay quiet.”

Karen’s eyes went wide but she didn’t argue, moving across the living room quietly. Your mind raced as you inched closer to the door, wondering who it could be. Irish, maybe, settling for you since Frank was locked up. It could’ve been whatever was left of the Dogs of Hell if they saw you on that rooftop that night. But as you peaked out the peephole, you sighed and relaxed.

“I know you’re out there.” You called and leaned against the door, motioning to Karen that she could get up.

“I know you know I’m out here.” She answered as the jingling of your doorknob stopped.

“Then why are you trying to pick the lock instead of knocking?”

“Wasn’t sure I could trust you.”

“Funny.” You pushed yourself off and opened the door, crossing your arms as she stood. “I was thinking the same thing about you.”

“I didn’t come here to fight you.” She said honestly. “I just want to talk, Cousin.”

You sighed inwardly and stepped back into your apartment, tossing your gun on the table before leaning against your countertop. She followed you in and glanced around, offering a small wave to Karen as she plopped two thick envelopes on your table.

“Karen, this is my cousin. Natasha Romanoff.” You said, glaring at Natasha. “Natasha, this is my friend, Karen Page.”

“Holy shit.” Karen breathed. “The Avenger?”

“I haven’t seen her since she escaped the Red Room and left us for dead.”

“That’s not what happened.” Natasha argued.

“You left.” You scoffed. “You left and didn’t come back for any of us. You didn’t help any of us. She’s just a lair.”

“The Red Room is gone.” She urged and you could tell by her desperation that she believed it.

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

“You didn’t take down the Red Room! All you did was abandon us! He despised the rest of us even more after you left! It was practically impossible to escape.”

“But you did.”

“No.” You shook your head firmly. “I made him let me go. You have no idea what I’ve done to get here. You don’t get to act like a savior or a hero when you did nothing to help us.”

“We rigged bombs and-“

“Who’s we?” You scoffed.

“Clint Barton.. It was the final step in my defection to SHIELD.”

“Whatever clears your ledger, hmm? By the way, where’s Yelena? If you’re so sure that place is gone…” You countered and her emotions dropped to disappointment, regret. “You can find me but not your sister?”

“You’re not exactly subtle.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen you in the papers.”

“Чего ты хочешь, кузен? У меня нет на это времени.” You groaned and stepped closer, flattening your hands on the table. (Why are you here, Cousin? I don’t have time for this.)

“Извините, у вас уже были планы убивать людей?” She asked sarcastically. (Sorry, did you have plans to kill people already?)

“Нет, но если ты будешь продолжать злить меня, это можешь быть ты.” (No, but if you keep pissing me off, it can be you.)

“Ты что-то другое.” (You’re something else.)

“Просто скажи, что ты сказал, чтобы я мог забыть, что это когда-либо случалось. Вроде как ты забыл, что мы существуем.” (Just say what you came here to say so I can forget this ever happened. Kinda like how you forgot we existed.)

“Y/N.” Karen said at your side. You were so focused on arguing with Natasha that you hadn’t realized she came over. “It’s from the Supreme Court and the New York Courts.”

“My attorney registration and character review.” You realized, sliding the two envelopes apart. “Why did you have these?” You turned on Natasha.

“Your guy at the London safe house gave ‘em to Rick.” She explained with a slight smirk. “Said that he didn’t know how to get a hold of you anymore.”

“Marc?” Your brows furrowed. “Or Steven?”

Natasha shrugged.

“Who are Marc and Steven?” Karen asked you.

“Friends.” You said simply. “Thanks, Natasha. I needed these.” You grabbed the envelopes and shoved them in your bag. “Anything else?”

“Actually, there is.” She nodded. “I wanted to see if you were okay.”

“Excuse me?”

“You hated what we did and now you’re doing it by choice.”

“Meaning?”

“I know you’re Exodus. I’d recognize those gauntlets anywhere.”

“And what if she didn’t?” You jerked your head towards Karen and Natasha hesitated, mouth opening for an apology but saying nothing. “What’s your point?”

“You don’t have to-“

“I don’t want to hear it from you. I was his right hand and you were his left so don’t act like you’re so high above me. What I do now is my choice.”

“Is that supposed to make it better?”

“What I do helps people! For once in my goddamn life, I am in control. I don’t have to follow anyone’s orders but my own. But the papers don’t show that part, do they? Just the bodies left behind.” You shook your head, checking your phone to see a text from Elektra about the car out front. “I get enough lecturing and preaching from Daredevil, I don’t need to add hypocrisy from you to the list, too. Lock the door on your way out.”

You slammed the door behind you and hurried out to the car. Inside, Elektra waited for you. You two rode in relative silence after she passed you the folder.

“The research you asked for.”

You flipped the pages and found hard copies of the dealings between her father and Roxxon. You found their corporate ladder, names, and addresses. Everything you needed was there and more. You two were easily ushered into the building, cleared by security, and taken to the conference room.

“I’m sure you all have places to be, things to do. With your wives, your mistresses, but I have questions.” Elektra said smoothly as she twisted open her pen.

There was a sudden feedback ringing through your implant that you tried your best to ignore. You pressed your finger against the scar and the feedback slowly faded away, but that didn’t mean your ears weren’t lightly ringing the whole time.

“The first thing I want to address is this subsidiary.” You said, pulling the list from your folder and pointing out one. “What exactly is it?”

“A medical company.” One of the men answered simply, confident that it would be sufficient.

You chuckled in light annoyance. “What do they do?” You pressed.

“Studies.”

“How specific.” Elektra commented.

“Research for pain relievers, treatments for diseases. The name of which I mostly can’t pronounce.”

The man lied with such ease you wondered if he truly believed it.

“Right, well good thing I can read then. If that’s the case, what organizations are backing the research and testing? And where can I find the preliminary drafts of their research papers?” You asked as two men burst through the door in a panic that they tried to smother. “And also, I’m curious about your acquisition process. There’s no real system or theme here and I would assume, a company as large as yours, would have a specific criteria before investing. How does a ‘medical company’ fit into Roxxon’s long term business plan?”

The lingering sound in your ear finally faded as Elektra closed and hid her pen, making you wonder what type of pen that really was. You two were ushered out under the guise of “something coming up”. Once you got back into the car, you turned to Elektra.

“What’s with the pen?” You asked, nodding to her bag. “It made my ears ring.”

“Your ears?” She mused. “Interesting.. It’s a nifty little trick that crashes nearby servers. But now I’m wondering… What’s in that head of yours that-“

“It’s an implant, like a bluetooth.” You cut in. “It just picked up the signal, I guess.”

Subconsciously, your finger ghosted the region of your scar. You hated getting the implant but you had utilized it often in your recent endeavors. You had taken control of that piece of the Red Room you’d never get rid of. If you lost that advantage… You didn’t want to think of how you would have to adjust, the added caution you’d have to take.

“Mmm.” She hummed.

“You didn’t really need my help today, did you?”

“I guess not.” She shrugged. “But don’t worry. Your little firm can keep the money.”

“It wasn’t really about the money, El.” You groaned and rubbed your eyes. “I thought you-“ You sighed. “I hoped you were being honest, for once. I hoped I was getting my friend back.”

“Now that one stung a bit.” She pouted. “We’ve always been friends, Y/N.”

“Until I left, right?”

“Even then… I’m sorry, but I knew you wouldn’t have come if I told you the truth.”

“For exactly this reason!” You insisted. “I told you, I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t just cut and dry. But you lied.. Why were we really there?”

“Today, we infiltrated Asano, Roxxon’s Japanese branch.” She explained proudly. “With that little bug I planted, I’m pretty sure they’ll come for me but I’m not staying at a building in my name so as far as they’ll know, they’ll just be going after a hacker.”

“Who’s coming?”

“Probably Yakuza.” She shrugged.

“I could’ve sworn Daredevil took care of that a while ago.” You shook your head. “I burned who I assume was the leader alive months ago.”

“Apparently that wasn’t enough.”

“Why not just divest the money and be done? Easiest way, get off scot free and you wouldn’t have had to pay me for doing literally nothing.”

“Because that’s a coward’s way out. Would you do it that way?” She challenged and you pushed your tongue against your cheek as you thought about it. “Exactly. Somebody screwed with me, Y/N, and I don’t like that. Women like us aren’t taken seriously unless we make them. Everyone we meet just wants to sleep with us but I know what you and I are capable of, especially together.”

One thing about Elektra was that she was so damn convincing. The girl was hardly ever told no because she could talk her way into the presidency on a random Tuesday if it’s what she wanted. As irritating as she was, you respected how cunning and determined she had always been.

“And the Yakuza… If they come for you, what are you gonna do then?”

“Fight back, same way I always have… Will you?”

“Will I what?” You scoffed.

“Will you fight with me? We stand together and no one will dare stand against us… Tell me that kind of respect doesn’t entice you.”

“Lately, I’ve been hoping from one war to another. What’s one more tally to add?” You shrugged.

She grinned over at you.

“But I’m not going alone. He didn’t finish this so he needs to be there to clean up the rest of his mess.”

“Who? Daredevil?” Her brows raised teasingly as you pulled up to your apartment building. “You trust him?”

“In a fight, yeah.”

“But not in general?”

“I learned to only trust my friends. I’m hoping you fit in there, too..”

“So who is the man under the mask after all, hmm?”

“Don’t know, don’t care… But you can ask him yourself if it bothers you.” You winked and exited the car before she could ask you anything else.

The rest of the day was relatively calm. Foggy told you that Matt left early for some secret potential client and no one else was coming in, so he was going to leave early. Karen was out doing more Punisher research, which only left you sitting in your apartment.

You decided to open the envelopes Natasha had brought that morning. Pulling them from your bag, you found two small notes written hastily in pencil. Remembering that it came from the London safe house, it was easy to tell the two handwritings apart.

Marc and Steven.

i knew you could do it, xx :) -SG <3

PROUD OF YOU - M

Their short sentiments made your heart yearn, tugging in your chest like someone on the other side had a string attached to it. Your fingers traced their initials, chuckling slightly when you noticed Marc didn’t add an ‘S’. He knew you would know it was him.

Maybe you should call them soon…

You opened the envelopes - careful not to tear the little notes - and admired the papers that always seemed a thousand miles away. Your official approval by the Courts. Your Bar License.

It all felt so surreal to be a real lawyer. It drove a poker into your chest as you realized that it made Exodus that much riskier. Sure, you put your life on the line whenever you slapped that mask on but you could handle that. You defied death more times than anyone really should. Now, not only were your friends potentially at risk if anyone found out, your career was at risk. You could lose everything you had just gotten.

Made you wonder if it was worth it, helping people that way versus the way you and the boys always talked about. Helping through Nelson and Murdock. But if the DA had her high heels on the firm’s throat until the Punisher conviction was done, did it really matter what you did?

Besides, getting disbarred would probably be the best case scenario if everything went wrong.

Regardless, the night fell quickly and you were on the rooftop of your building in your suit. You tapped your burner against your palm as you argued with yourself about calling him. You sat on the ledge and kicked your feet aimlessly, thinking how far you could throw the phone.

You hated the thought of him. You wanted nothing to do with him. But you only knew vaguely of the Yakuza. It wasn’t enough to mount a full offense and help Elektra. Even with her skills and strength, could you two handle highly trained Japanese assassins? Especially not knowing how deep they would come against you? How aggressive they would be?

Maybe… Probably. But to be certain, you needed Daredevil.

You pressed the button and slid your finger over your scar, waiting for the dial tone. You let out a sigh of relief as you heard his voice in your head as he answered.

“And here I thought you didn’t want to talk to me again.” He said sarcastically.

“I don’t.” You agreed and shoved the phone into your belt. “But this is your mess that you didn’t finish. It’s not about me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Yakuza.”

“We- I ended the Yakuza.”

“No, you were being hacked to pieces like a chunk of meat at a butcher shop while I burned their leader alive. Looks like they just took a step back to recover… A man who fights and walks away is a man who fights another day.”

“Goddamnit.” He groaned. “Wait, how do you know?”

“I may have gone with a friend this morning to stir up some trouble.” You shrugged and he scoffed. “It’s none of your business who I work with. It never was.”

“Yeah, whatever. You’ve made that perfectly clear. What do you need me for?”

“I need you to get to her and make sure she’s not targeted tonight. She’s at a penthouse in Midtown.”

“A penthouse? In Midtown?” He repeated in disbelief. “Are you-“ He laughed in annoyance. “Are you talking about Elektra Natchios?”

You made a face to yourself before you answered.

“I’m going to ignore the fact that you know her but yes, Elektra.”

“That’s not really ignor-“

“Moving on!” You said loudly to cut him off. “Will you do this or not?”

“Why should I?”

“Because you know her.” You said simply. “And now that I know you know her, I also know you won’t leave her to fend for herself against God knows how many well trained Japanese assassins.”

“God, you’re manipulative!” He said loudly, angrily.

“Are we done here?” You deadpanned. “You know you love it on the downlow, especially if you know or like Elektra.”

“You’re obnoxious, too.” He continued.

“Glad you finally noticed. What’s next? Gonna call me crazy? Well I’d save your breath on that one. You don’t have to cause I already know. Are we done?”

“Okay, fine.” He huffed. “I’ll head over.”

“… Thank you.”

“I’m not doing it for you.”

“No, course not.” You smiled to yourself. “That would mean I still matter.”

“Why'd you call me anyway?” He asked quietly, genuinely.

“I don’t have any other allies.” You shrugged, your voice sounding distant. You hadn't stopped to think that you were relatively lonely. “You put Frank in jail and anyone else I know that can fight is nowhere near here.”

“So I was your last resort?” He chuckled.

“Pretty much.” You agreed and climbed to your feet. “I’ll head over too, soon as I can. But don’t think this changed anything.”

“No… Course not.”

You ended the call before he could say anything else. Really, you didn’t know if Daredevil could get to Elektra before you could, but you knew having two bodies headed that way would have a better outcome than one. Plus, he had a bit more experience with the Yakuza than you did. Looking at the situation as a whole, bringing Daredevil in had the best possible outcomes.

When you finally reached Elektra’s building, you looped your wire through your belt before securing the hook into the ground. You dropped down, allowing the heels of your boots to skid across the widows as you watched for Elektra’s or Daredevil’s silhouette. It was about the ninth floor - hard to tell from the outside - when you found them already engaged in a fight. You detached the wire and dropped to the balcony, allowing yourself in through the glass double doors.

Elektra and Daredevil were both busy with their own fights, but the third Yakuza member noticed you come in. He hopped off the counter and came at you quickly with his chained weapon. You side-stepped his shot and hooked your hand around the chain. You pulled him forward and punched him in the nose with your chain-wrapped hand. The sick crack echoed through the room and you smirked at the sound.

You ducked under his sloppy swing and wrapped the chain around his neck. You kicked out his knee and yanked the chain up, hearing him cough and gag loudly. You felt the shape blade slice through your glove and your hold on the chain faltered. He tried to get free but you refused to let him, flipping over his shoulder instead and landing both of you on your sides. You shoved your foot between your bodies and pushed him away before angling your wrist and firing your Bite square against his forehead.

You unwrapped the chain from your hand once the man slumped over and got to your feet. You held your bleeding hand to your chest and moved to Elektra and Daredevil as they finished their own fights.

“Hungry?” Elektra asked with an excited smile.

“We need to finish it off.” You said, glancing around for one of the guns with a silencer.

“Relax.” She said easily. “It’s not like they’re going anywhere. And I like the little accent. It’s cute.”

“I didn’t come here to socialize.” You sighed as you let Daredevil grab your hand and gingerly prod at your wound. “I only came here to make sure they didn’t put a bullet in your head. Clearly, you didn’t need me.” You shrugged.

“Seems to be a running theme, don’t you think?”

“I hate you.” You groaned and took your hand back without a word. You stepped over the unconscious bodies until you found their silencer. You lifted it and pulled the trigger four times, once into each of their heads. “Now we’re done.. Good night.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Daredevil called after you. “You know that.”

“I don’t care.” You spat over your shoulder as you headed towards the double doors you entered in. “The Yakuza have to have their sights on something bigger. They’ll keep coming if you leave them alive to run and tell their little friends.”

“They do have a bigger plan, if you’re interested.” She called, making you stop with a hand on the door. “I’m not going anywhere so you can either work with me or stay out of my way. I could use some partners.”

You spun slowly on your heels with a disbelieving chuckle.

“You come to me, ask for his help and mine, and then threaten me.” You warned. “Now you want to turn around and ask to be partners? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I don’t need partners.” Daredevil scoffed.

“Clearly.” She gestured to you and Daredevil. “But I do. You two are the best fighters I’ve ever seen. Pair your skills with my knowledge, we can hit them fast and hard. They won’t have a chance against all of us.”

“Then you’re gone?” You asked carefully as you weighed your options.

Daredevil scoffed. “Anything for the right price, huh?”

“One night. All I ask is one night where you don’t make me want to punch you in the damn mouth.” You said tightly before focusing back on your conversation with Elektra. “Will you leave… him alone?”

“Who? Matthew?” Her brows raised and you scowled, earning a chuckle from her. “Yes, yes. I’ll leave and I won’t bother you or Matthew again. But I don’t think he’d be too keen on you making that choice for him.”

“He’ll never know it because you’re going to keep your mouth shut… Unless you wanna try and talk to him when your jaw is wired shut.

“Wait.. Matthew?” Daredevil turned to you but you ignored him.

“So we’re in agreement.” Elektra announced happily.

“Hold on.” Daredevil snapped out of his thoughts. You wondered momentarily what gears were turning in his head but you didn’t care to ask.. “I happen to respect human life.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“If we do this, you both-“ He pointed to you and Elektra. “-have to at least pretend to feel the same way… Nobody dies.”

“Oh my god.” You groaned.

“Understand?”

“Perfectly.” Elektra nodded.

“Ex?”

“Я действительно тебя ненавижу. И я не следую твоему правилу.” You ran a hand over your mouth. (I really hate you. And I’m not following your rule.)

“Exodus.” He said firmly.

“Everything I do depends on the circumstances. I promise nothing. If it comes down to my life or theirs, I’ll choose myself every time.”

“Yeah, you always do.”

“Guess that’s why you’re still alive, huh?”

You pushed through the double doors and reconnected your wire. As the doors were floating shut, you heard one last line from Elektra.

“I can’t believe you haven’t told her.” She laughed.

As you were climbing up to the roof, it made you wonder. Clearly, she was talking to Daredevil but who was she talking about? Was she surprised that he hadn’t told you who he was? Or had she figured it out and she was surprised whoever was under the mask didn’t tell Y/N? But the only guy that connected you two was Matt. And what did Daredevil care about a guy named Matthew anyway?

Matt couldn’t be Daredevil… Could he?

The next morning, you were in the conference room with Karen and Foggy. The man slid the small paper bundle to Karen about what happened with the shooting at Metro General. You peaked at it over her shoulder while

talking to the man.

“Are you new to New York, Mr. Roth?” You asked casually, though the look Foggy gave you showed that he knew you were poking around for something to undercut him with.

“Born and raised.” He answered quickly, almost defensively. Your brow quirked and you could see on his face that he was worried he said something wrong.

“And this is your first case? Pretty big one for a newbie.” You almost smiled.

“Uh, second actually. I won my first. Domestic violence… I believe in protecting women.”

“Thanks from all of us.” Karen said absently as you made a face. “This says Castle pursued me down the stairwell but I went down and he went up.”

Roth frantically tried to uncap his pen and scribble notes.

“Also I didn’t escape on foot. I had a car. I know I told NYPD about that.”

“Mhmm. Mhmm.”

“I also wasn’t Castle’s only target. That’s just flat out wrong.”

“What about Grotto?” You asked, leaning over to see the statement.

“Where did you get my statement from?” Karen challenged.

“Grotto?” He asked.

“Ты, должно быть, шутишь.” You groaned quietly. “Grote. Elliot Grote.” (You’ve got to be kidding me.)

“Oh! He’s right here under the victims list. Yeah, Ballistics matched him to one of the many guns connected to Frank Castle.”

“Are you sure the ballistics match?” You questioned, thinking back to that night on the rooftop. You remembered pulling your own gun, not using one of Frank’s.

“Yeah, that’s what they tell me.”

“But you didn’t read the report yourself?”

He shook his head.

“So if the report noted a soviet slug with no casing and someone called you on this, you wouldn’t have an answer? Those kinds of bullets are meant to be untraceable so how could they link back to Castle?”

“I- Um- Uh, I’m sorry, Ms…”

“Hmm?” You hummed, proud that you got to him so easily.

“Where did you hear that?”

“Just an example from an old textbook.” You shrugged.

“No. No, it wouldn’t be true. All the ballistics match.”

“In any case, matching ballistics alone, technically, wouldn’t prove he’s the shooter.” You pointed out and leaned your elbows on the table. “Just proves the same weapon.”

“But a guy like Castle isn’t gonna let his guns get into someone else’s hands.”

“Unless he had no more use for that gun. A man who was that active had to have a rotating artillery. And who’s to say that they’re all registered, let alone registered to him. There could be an unnamed third party involved. You don’t really have a lot of experience here, do you, Mr. Roth?” You smiled as you felt his nerves ignite.

“It is my first, uh, murder case. Yes.” He answered nervously.

“And do you know Frank Castle, Mr. Roth? Other than what the DA and the media have told you, of course.”

“What?” He swallowed hard as you saw Matt enter the office.

“I’m just saying…” You shrugged. “It doesn’t seem like you’ve done too much work on this outside of what you’ve been spoon-fed. You had the right to refuse this case, maybe pay a fee if the judge didn’t find your basis adequate, and keep on pushing. But you took it anyway… Why?”

“Early start?” Matt asked with a small smile as he heard the pressure you were carefully placing.

Matt once explained the way you talked to people like Jenga. He said that you were carefully adding and moving new pieces until the entire thing fell apart.

“This is Christopher Roth, the public defender on the Castle case.” Karen introduced.

“I uh.” Roth refused to make eye contact with you again. “I just came to get Ms. Page’s signature on this statement. Once we get that, we’re all done.”

“With this meeting.” Karen specified.

“With this case.” Roth corrected.

“Excuse me?” You chimed in as Matt asked “How so?”

“Castle’s awake. Soon, he’ll plead guilty then it’s open and shut.”

“Open and shut is good.” Foggy nodded. “New York‘ll sleep better when it knows Frank Castle is behind bars. I know I will.”

You slumped back in your chair with arms crossed. You stared at the table in thought, wondering how to get Roth away from the case and you on it.

“Sleep even better when he’s dead.”

“Dead?” Your head popped up. “New York doesn’t have the death penalty.”

“But Delaware does.” Roth answered slowly. You liked that you intimidated him already and you knew that would make it easier for you to get rid of him.

“The I-95.” You sighed and leaned an elbow on the table, rubbing your fingers against your forehead. “Someone hit the Dogs of Hell on I-95.”

“DA Reyes just has to link the killings to Castle and he can be extradited.”

“Are you and DA Reyes friends?” Foggy chimed in.

“I met her once”. He nodded.

“When?”

“Yesterday, when the judge assigned me to the case.”

“How is she going to connect Castle to the I-95 incident?” You asked. “From my understanding of the event, no one from the Dogs of Hell made it back from that run. Meaning no credible witness, only hearsay.”

“But if motive, ballistics, and lack of alibi all line up, there won’t be a need for a witness… DA Reyes is the one who caught the Punisher.”

“She didn’t catch him.” You scoffed. You almost said that you and Daredevil did, but then you remembered that wasn’t common knowledge. “Brett Mahoney did.”

“Still, she’s not going through all these paces to not put the final nail in his coffin.”

“Let’s just say, for argument’s sake, Delaware extradites him.” You said, waving a hand as you spoke. “Would you, Mr. Roth, be able to continue life knowing you helped sentence a man to death? That you didn’t even try to help?”

“Uh- I- No, it wouldn’t be me that did it.” He argued, though his reasoning wasn’t very solid. “I just- I’m doing my job, Miss.”

“Doing your job means defending your client. This isn’t defending him! This is handing him over on a silver platter.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Roth.” Karen announced, sliding the papers back. “I can’t sign this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“We’ll be in touch.” You offered a tight, fake smile before he left.

“That statement he wanted me to sign? Complete work of fiction.” Karen said as she began pacing the room.

“How much you wanna bet Reyes wrote it herself?” You snorted.

“It’d make sense.” Matt agreed carefully, like he had to walk on eggshells around you since your argument the night before. “Keeps Reyes looking clean.”

“We could write an anonymous letter to the judge, get them to assign a new public defender.” Foggy offered.

“Or I can just do it myself.” You muttered with a small shrug.

“No.” Foggy pointed to you.

“Oh, come on.” You tried. “We don’t even have to really defend him. We could just negotiate a plea deal.”

“Something without extradition or the electric chair.” Matt agreed. “Castle still goes away. Reyes gets her ticker-tape parade. Everyone wins.”

“Yeah, everyone except us.” Foggy pressed. “The open sign is up but nobody is walking in. If we keep messing with Reyes, we’ll be shuttered by the end of the month.”

“If we stand up to her, we can put an end to her incessant bullying!” Matt urged.

“And save this guy’s life.” Karen added.

“A murderer who shot at you.” Foggy countered.

“For reasons that I don’t fully understand yet.” She answered smoothly.

“He wasn’t shooting at her. He was shooting at Grotto.” You reasoned. “As bad as this is gonna sound, if he wanted to shoot Karen, he would’ve. You gotta remember he’s not some idiot with a handgun.”

“That doesn’t make it better!” Foggy insisted.

“Roth said Castle is gonna plead guilty, right? So we get in there. We talk to him first.” Matt planned.

“Ask him questions like what really happened to his family and why Reyes wants him dead.” Karen continued.

“We can build a fair plea and show the DA our justice system still has a backbone.”

“This is a bad idea, Matt.” Foggy said firmly.

“Alright, enough!” You cut in. “If you don’t want to do this, Foggy, you don’t have to. I’m not gonna force you. But I will, whether you guys are on my side or not.”

“I’m with Y/N.” Karen nodded.

“You can’t defend him, Y/N.” Foggy sighed and you felt his resolve crumbling. You just had to push a little farther and he’d agree. “Not on your own, not without a license. You know that..”

You glanced to Karen who offered a small nod of encouragement.

“Unless you know something else that you haven’t told

us?” Foggy tried when he caught the look you gave Karen.

Without a word, you stepped past Matt and into the main office where you left your bag. You dug through your bag for your wallet and flipped through it as you came back into the conference room. Your fingers closed around the card so you pulled it out and dropped it on the table.

“I actually can defend Frank.” You said proudly as Foggy picked up the ID. “Perfect chance to test those concentrations in defense and litigation.”

“Is that..” Matt asked as he reached for the card.

“My Bar license.” You nodded as Foggy handed the card back to you so you passed it to Matt.

“When did you even take the Bar?”

“When I first got back into town a while back.” You said honestly as he gave you back your card and shoved it away. “I didn’t plan on staying in New York after the exam. I was gonna go back to London and take some conversion courses but I ended up staying. Everything came in yesterday I think… Look, you guys talk it over but I’m going to see Castle today no matter what you decide. And I’ll do it as an independent party if I have to.”

You thought you felt jealousy from Matt but you figured you were mistaken so you said nothing about it. What was his deal against Frank?

“I won’t connect Nelson and Murdock to this case unless you’re both on board with it.” You added honestly.

“You’re already connected to the firm. You’re a paralegal here.” Foggy explained.

“So fire me. I’ll take the case and when it’s over, you can hire me back.”

“You’re too damn stubborn, you know that?” Foggy sighed and leaned back in his chair.

“Yeah.” You smiled with a shrug. “You should be used to it by now.”

You nodded to Karen and she followed you out of the room, closing the door behind her. You sighed and tossed your wallet towards your bag. You looked up and saw Karen smiling at you. You shook your head with a smile of your own.

“Now that it’s official, can we throw you that party?” Karen teased.

“Let me get Castle off the chopping block first then we’ll talk.” You laughed.

“You’re just stalling.”

“It wouldn’t be much of a party if I know my friend is gonna die.”

After whatever conversation Matt and Foggy had, they were both willing to help defend Castle. The walk to the hospital was quick but it was still plenty of time to mull over the potential of Matt being Daredevil. When you really sat and thought about it, it made enough sense.

The night when Nobu nearly killed Daredevil, Matt claimed he got hit by a car and had a very familiar gash on his side. The morning after Frank shot Daredevil in the head, Matt called off and lost his hearing for a bit. Even the way he talked to Frank on that rooftop, the intention and care he spoke with, it practically slapped you in the face when you thought back on it.

Adding on, Daredevil had a connection to you outside the suit and cared what you thought about him and Exodus. The way Matt listened, paid attention to small things that nobody else did, it reminded you of Daredevil when you thought of them side by side. Elektra mocked him for not telling some version of you the truth. And maybe the most obvious piece…

Foggy knew Daredevil.

You stole a glance at Matt as your group was in the elevator headed up to Frank’s floor. You tried to picture him in the red suit, with the little devil horns and hidden eyes. But every time you saw him, all you could think was how much you adored him. Even if you two were changed, a shifted dynamic that allowed him to date Karen instead - which made you happy to see them happy together - you adored him. You loved him. You always would.

But for him to be Daredevil? That would change everything.

“…did theater in summer camp-” Foggy ranted, drawing your attention back to the current moment. “-which is exactly the type of thing these reporters will find out if they start digging into me.”

“They’ll find the two community theater musicals I did.” You shrugged as the elevator dinged. “Maybe they’ll call us something catchy.”

“You’re not funny.” Foggy deadpanned.

“I’m hilarious.”

“You did musicals?” Karen teased.

“Chicago and Hairspray.” Matt answered with a small smile. “Right?”

“Yeah. Chicago was a good one.” You nodded. “Cell Block Tango. Very inspirational.”

You were about to hold out your arm to walk with him but he reached for Karen instead. You bit down the twinge of sadness and stepped out in front of them instead. You zoned out a bit as Foggy and Matt were talking to Brett, until he tried to usher you four back downstairs.

“I want to represent Frank Castle.” You spoke up. “The public defender is a joke and I believe that I have better resources to defend him and his best interest.”

“Nelson and Murdock is better equipped as a whole.” Matt agreed, reaching over to tap you.

You weren’t sure if it was intended to ask you to calm down or to let you know they were behind you.

“Listen, every firm in the city has passed this case by. You’re chasing the wrong ambulance.”

“DA wants death penalty.” You spoke quietly, folding your hands behind your back. “She’s willing to extradite him out of New York to get it.”

“The public defender is practically begging to roll over and let her do it.” Karen added.

“We figure he’d respond to our strategy of keeping him alive.” Foggy shrugged.

There was certain hesitation bubbling inside of Brett but you could see through it to his belief. He believed that you guys would be best for Frank Castle because even though Frank blew holes through a good amount of the city’s population, Brett knew taking his life wouldn’t bring anyone back. He knew that wasn’t justice.

Your group was searched again, as well as your bags. You found yourself glad that you were too tired to grab your usual pocket knife or small handgun, only a couple of your shock discs were in your purse but they were tucked in a pocket under a pile of change. You were given a quick rundown of rules and expectations for going in before Brett opened the door. Your whole group seemed to freeze at the door for a moment so you took the initiative and stepped in first. Karen came second with Matt in tow and Foggy right behind.

You walked right up to the tape line, the toes of your shoes dancing at the edge. You glanced down and smiled to yourself before walking the line to stand as close to his bedside as you could.

You weren’t worried about getting too close to Frank. He was cuffed to the bed and regardless of that, he knew you. You two began your work together without the mask so he wouldn’t hurt you. The only reasons you stayed back was to not raise any questions among your group or have the cops outside the door burst in and cut your meeting short.

“Frank?” You said simply. “Sorry, Mr. Castle. My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I have my associates with me.” You gestured to your friends.

“Matthew Murdock.” Matt nodded and Frank’s brows furrowed as recognition crossed his features.

“Karen Page.” She smiled nervously.

“Franklin Nelson.” He waved slightly.

“Yeah.” Frank said, looking back to Matt then to you. “I know who you are….” Your brows raised as a small smile crossed your lips. “You protect shitbags.”

“Yeah, maybe.” You chuckled and he cracked the smallest smile. “But maybe that’s why we’re here. We’d like to make you an offer.”

“You think I’m a shitbag?” He joked and you shook your head with an amused eye roll. “Or you think I need protecting?”

“I think you need my help… Our help.”

“We don’t need money for our services. We’re not looking for fame or free advertising.” Matt added. “We don’t have to be here. Weren’t even assigned to your case.” Matt shrugged.

“So why are you?” Frank asked, though he seemed to be talking to you. “Hmm? Why are.. Why are you worried about me?”

“Look around.” You gestured to your friends. “We’re the only ones who are.”

“You’re very good at making powerful enemies, Mr. Castle.” Matt egged and you felt a strange irritation welling up inside him though it seemed he smothered out within a few seconds. You wished he would just shut up and let you do the talking.

“But we can be pretty strong allies.”

“The day you were admitted to Metro-General for the round you took to the head, a do-not-resuscitate order was placed on you.”

“And a shoot-to-kill order, just a few days ago.” Foggy added on from near the door.

Him and Karen were uncertain, scared to be in the same room. But Matt was practically as calm and confident as you had ever felt him to be, save for a few spikes every now and then. It was all the more reason the Daredevil idea made sense. And you hated it.

“Both orders were issued by the District Attorney.” You explained.

“And the fact that she’s had it in for us since we started asking questions tells us we’re on the right track. Someone in the DA’s office wants to dead, Mr. Castle, and we’d like to know why.”

“I’d like to take on your case.” You said honestly. “All of us, we can soften your sentence and give you a shot. In the process, maybe even find out who’s responsible for what happened to you… All of it.”

“We’re talking about your life here, Mr. Castle.” Matt added.

“Like you did for Grotto, hmm?” Frank scoffed. “What good that do him?”

“We did what we could.” You said quietly with a warning glare, though Frank knew better than that. You did, however, start to wonder if he would say something in regards to what you did that night. “You ask me, he was gonna bite the bullet sooner or later.”

“Not very lawyerly of you to say.” Frank turned to you.

“Yeah, but I meant it.”

The sound of Karen’s heels on the tile drew your attention as she stormed to his bedside and shoved a photo in front of him.

“You want answers? So do we but none of us will get them if you’re dead.” She insisted. “Don’t they deserve that?”

“Where did you get that?” Frank asked quickly, near a panic.

You pushed your way between them and put your hands on both of her shoulders. You walked her back until Matt came up behind her and took hold of her arms. You glanced down at the picture and glared at her. Once her eyes met yours, you saw the guilt cast a shadow over her features.

“From your home.” She admitted.

You wiggled your fingers behind your back to keep Frank calm. Looking back to him, you saw his expression was almost heart broken. Betrayed, even. Maybe those were the feelings you should’ve moderated instead, but you thought Karen should see the results of the line she crossed.

“You were in my home?” He asked in an eerily calm tone, thanks to you. “Why were you in my house?”

You heard DA Reyes yelling in the hall so you spoke quickly. Your hand stilled and seemingly, everything else in the room did too. You snapped back from the moment quickly and hurried to Frank’s side, this time ignoring the tape and cuffs as you grabbed his hand.

“Someone is lying about what happened to your family, Frank.” You insisted. “Please, let me help… For Lisa and Frank Jr. For Maria.”

“You four, out! Now!” Reyes screamed as she barged in.

You hesitated beside your friend as his eyes searched your face. You didn’t know what he was looking for but you knew your eyes were pleading. He gave the smallest of sighs and nodded as you were grabbed by your arm and hauled out of the room.

“Are you serious?” You pulled Karen aside and urged quietly. “You went into his home?”

“You wanted answers! I found them!”

“I didn’t ask you to violate his privacy like that!” You hissed. “And that little stunt right there-“ You pointed to the room. “-could’ve gone a lot worse if I didn’t keep it under control.”

“Frank wasn’t going to-“ She tried but you held up a hand to stop her.

“His home was the last untouched thing his family left behind.” You said sadly. “You think he would wanna know that someone he didn’t know was in there snooping around?”

“Elliot Grote.” Reyes pointed out, arrogance oozing off her like slime and to drew you to that conversation. “You can’t represent Castle when one of his victims was your former client.”

“Alleged victim.” Foggy corrected.

“Representing Grotto might’ve complicated matters but then again, all evidence of our work with him and our deal with you has disappeared from the public record.” Matt smoothly added.

“It’s almost as if someone didn’t want it known that you violated a witpro contract, jeopardized the safety of said witness, and ordered a shoot-to-kill on Castle. I guess it all would’ve been fine if it had worked out, could’ve played it off as an ambush… But, please, by all means.” You smiled and held your hands out to the side. “Feel free to confess to all of that in your conflict of interest complaint.”

“Who are you?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You held a hand to your chest and mocked her with a bow. “Defense attorney and litigation specialist.”

She scoffed. You could tell she was going to like you.

“Our case files back up our story. How’s your side looking?” Foggy asked.

Reyes was being backed into a corner and you could feel the tension buzzing through your muscles.

“The fact of the matter is, Ms. Reyes, the only person who shouldn’t be here is you. Seeing as it’s a breach of ethics for the prosecuting attorney to communicate with the defendant without his assigned legal counsel present.” Matt said simply.

“If you’ll excuse us, Ms. Reyes, we’d like to resume convincing Mr. Castle that we can actually help him.” You nodded.

“You already did.” Brett cut in from behind Reyes.

“What?” Foggy asked.

“Castle doesn’t want the public defender. Says Y/L/N and her friends are his lawyers now.”

Your group ducked into one of the other rooms to lay out a plan. While Matt and Foggy started bickering - which they had been doing a lot too now that you thought about it - your phone buzzed in your back pocket. You groaned and stepped outside, lifting your phone to your ear.

“Not a good time.” You said firmly.

“Car’s out front.” She replied smoothly. “Hurry up now.”

“El, I can’t.”

“You said you’d help.”

“I’m not some escort service that you can call up when it’s convenient for you.”

“I know that! Look, I need someone pretty that can lie and throw a punch.. Who better than you?”

“Yeah? How many times that line actually work on anyone?” You rolled your eyes and peaked back at your friends, seeing none of them acknowledging the fact you were gone.

“You wanted me to be honest.”

“You really get on my nerves, yknow that?” You groaned. “Hang on.”

You popped your head back into the room without ending the call, only holding the phone against your shoulder. “Hey, so it’s my landlord. A pipe burst in the apartment upstairs from me and they need to get in and check for flooding. I have to deal with this.. Catch me up tomorrow?”

“Yeah, yeah, for sure.” Foggy nodded. “Or call me when it’s all settled and we can go over to Matt’s or something. I’ll buy dinner.”

“You’re the best, Fog. Thank you!” You stepped out and headed to the elevator.

“You owe me.” You said into the phone again.

“Money isn’t-“

“Not money.” You cut in. Glancing back, you looked to make sure no one had followed you out. “You know who he is, don’t you?”

“And you want me to tell you?” She asked carefully.

“I just want you to tell me it’s not who I think it is.”

“Depends on what your theory is.”

You nodded to the man who stepped out and switched places, hitting the G button.

“I’ll tell you in the car.”

As you got in, you sat on the seat opposite of her. She gestured to the garment bag beside you and you lifted your brows in question.

“Green is still your color, isn’t it?” She smiled as you unzipped the bag. “Go on. Get changed.”

The dress was a deep olive color. It had a sweetheart neckline with spaghetti straps and off the shoulder sleeves. The bodice was done in a wrap style to cinch your waist while the skirt was to the floor with a deep slit that would sit about mid thigh.

“I’m keeping this.” You smiled as you began to get changed.

“That was the plan, Y/N/N.” She chuckled. “Shoes are on the floor and a bag too.”

“What do you need me all dressed up for?” You questioned as you wiggled into the dress.

“I’ll explain when he gets here.”

“I’m sorry. When who gets here?”

“Speak of the Devil.” She grinned as the door opened.

You had just gotten the zipper up when he stepped in. You instantly blocked out everything in an effort to hide yourself. You were confused why Matt would be there when she said she would leave him out of it. Besides, he had already told her no, hadn’t he?

“Get undressed.” Elektra said simply as she passed him the outfit she had for him.

You had to give it to her. She always came prepared.

“What?” He asked incredulously.

“The invite says 7pm sharp and we’re waiting on you.”

You glared at her at the mention of ‘we’ but she shot you a playful wink instead.

“I have more important-“

“C’mon, Matthew. We’ve been working so hard. I thought we’d all get boozy and let loose for a night. Just like old times.”

“That’s funny.” Matt moved to leave.

“We’re going to a gala to steal a top secret Roxxon ledger that details certain illegal goings-on in Hell’s Kitchen.” She explained.

You made a face to yourself and reached down to change shoes. Matt’s head cocked towards you when your fingers nudged the buckles but he said nothing. You wondered if he was trying to piece together who you were given that you were as calm and flat as ever and you were intently saying nothing. In any case, he decided to move on and get changed.

“Our way in is Stan Gibson.” She gave you a pointed look.

Someone pretty that can lie and throw a punch.

It made sense now. You thought if there was a similar line she told Matt or if she just showed up and he came running.

“Armed?” Matt asked and it made your brows furrow. An innately specific question that made your suspicions harder to ignore.

“Doubt it.” She shrugged. “Works for Roxxon and according to my intel, every employee carries a keycard that grants them access to their super secret floor in the Yakatomi building.”

“Why Stan?” You mouthed and she smiled slightly, likely amused by your efforts to avoid saying anything in front of Matt.

“What sets our friend Stan apart is that he’s just an accountant. Zero fighting chops.”

You began switching out the items in your bag for the one Elektra brought as Matt spoke. His voice made your eyes glance up and you realized the scars on his torso and thought back to Daredevil’s fight with Nobu. Those were the exact same placements.

You were finding fewer and fewer doubts to hold on to.

“You’re gonna pickpocket his keycard?” He asked with a scoff.

“No. She is.” She pointed to you and you smiled slightly.

“In the middle of a gala?”

“Mhmm.”

You shook your head and went back to your project. You moved a few things you knew you would need along with your shock discs. You felt a wave of disappointment from Elektra and looking up, you found her looking out the window and Matt still getting dressed. You glanced between them, wondering only for a moment what you had missed, and shrugged before using your phone camera and fixing your hair just before you pulled up.

Elektra stood in the middle with you on one side and Matt on the other. Your trio gained the attention of almost everyone in the room and though it made your nerves ignite, you weren’t completely sure the buzzing in your body was a good thing.

“You two must look nice.” Matt commented.

“How would you know?” Elektra teased and you smiled.

“Turned a lot of heads.” Matt answered. “Raising a lot of heart rates.”

A very Daredevil-esque thing to say.

“I need a drink.” You muttered and waved over the server.

“Wait.” He turned to you and reached for your arm but you pushed a glass into his and Elektra’s hands before taking your own. “Y/N?”

He was definitely shocked and confused, maybe even a bit panicked. Clearly, if he had known it was you, he would’ve been more discreet. He wouldn’t have said half of what he did, but it was too late to take it back. All he could do now was hope you wouldn’t think anything.

But you were too smart for that.

“Mm?” You hummed as you took a sip. “Yeah, I’m just as shocked as you are.”

“”Relax, Matthew.” Elektra teased as raised her glass. “Don’t you just love Jazz?”

“What are you doing here?” Matt turned to you.

“Ms. Natchios, delighted to have you here with us this evening.” A man came over with a wide smile.

“You know I never pass up a chance to have my ass kissed, Mr. Hirochi.” Elektra smiled.

“Then unless your fine company has beaten me to the punch, allow me to be the first kisser this evening.”

“There’s our man.” Elektra nodded as the man left. You turned and saw an older man with a white suit at the bar. You had expected something easy but not that easy.

“Give me five minutes. Men like that are easy enough to work.” You said simply and began walking away, though Matt grabbed your arm to stop you. “Let go of me.”

“You’re not going over there alone.” He said lowly before his head turned, listening for something and the familiarity of it all made you want to punch him. “They’ve upped their security.”

“They’re smarter than they know.” Elektra mused. “Y/N, darling, they’ve got eyes on Stan. You’ve got to be careful.”

“You’re not going to stop me, Matt.” You warned and discreetly tugged your arm away. You turned to Elektra. “Ne le laissez pas m'interrompre.” (Don’t let him interrupt me.)

You approached the man with a wide, welcoming smile. He returned the grin and you made sure to keep his emotions on a playful, intrigued side. You made sure to giggle a bit more and strategically touch his arm to make his interest rise higher and higher. You kept him interested in you - and your fake french accent to pair with your innocently broken English - long enough that when you “accidentally” spilt your dark liquor on his shirt, he wasn’t angry.

“Je suis vraiment désolé ! C'est tellement embarrassant !” You said quickly, covering a hand over your mouth. “Please, let me help. My mother, she teach old French remedy to remove stains. S'il vous plaît. It only takes a bit of um… hand work.” You nodded vigorously with wide, apologetic doe eyes. (I’m so sorry! This is so embarassing! … Please.)

“Hand work?” He chuckled and you felt that idea of arousal rising, enough to make your stomach churn. “Sure thing. Come with me.”

He took your hand and guided you to the bathroom. You rolled your eyes to yourself and glanced around to find Elektra already watching you. You shot a quick wink before disappearing around a corner.

You turned on the tap and grabbed a couple paper towels as Stan removed his jacket. You slipped your fingers into your purse for one of your discs and tucked it into your palm. You began blotting the stain and gently untucking his shirt.

His skin was alive with desire, practically glowing with the want for you to touch him. It was nearly enough to make you gag, but you swallowed your disgust and blocked everything radiating off Stan.

He made a small noise when your fingers undid two of the bottom buttons and you forced a giggle. Looking up at him, you pressed the disc against his lower stomach and watched him convulse until he collapsed. The used disc dropped into your hand so you smashed it against the counter and brushed the remains into the sink. Once it washed away, you let yourself feign panic.

“Au secours ! S'il vous plaît, quelqu'un !” You announced as you stepped back and let his body slump to the ground. (Help! Please, somebody!)

When the two guards rushed in, you acted quickly. You grabbed one man from behind the neck and cracked his head against the marble countertop. You kicked out at the other man’s chest before closing the distance. You gripped his tie and tightened it quickly, shoving the knot into his throat. You held it there until he stopped squirming and fell limp atop his partner.

You flicked your hair from your face as you took their earpieces out. You dropped them to the ground and crushed them under your foot before finding the keycard on Stan’s unconscious frame. You hummed in delight and tucked it into your purse. With one last look in the mirror, you smoothed your dress and your hair before exiting the bathroom to meet with Matt and Elektra.

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