🎃 Halloween Comment Fest! 🎃

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This is separate from the usual prompt posts, so the rules are a bit different. Please read before diving in!


🎃 Rules 🎃:

• All comments must be anon.


• This is a Halloween fest, so all prompts must fit the theme! All things spooky and terrifying are very welcome, but it doesn't have to be all horror - prompts about the characters celebrating Halloween in their own way, dressing up and handing out sweets are wonderful too!


• Prompts can be anything! A single word, a picture, a poem, a music video, an urban legend. You can specify characters or pairings or not. Long, detailed prompts are discouraged (if you have a clear idea of what you want, prompt the keyword and write it!). Don't repost prompts from the rest of the meme.


• You don't need to put anything in the subject line (but you can if you want to!), unless you're posting a fill.


• Fills can be anything, and of any length! Long fic is delightful and welcome, but think of this like trick or treating - delicious, bite sized pieces. Art fills and anything else you can think of are also welcome!


• Multiple fills for the same prompt are highly encouraged.


• Please put [FILL] or something similar in the subject line when posting a fill, so anyone scrolling through can spot it!


• Don't link your fill on either of the Fills Posts! This is a self-contained comment fest. You can, of course, cross-post to AO3 and add your fic to the DDKM collection, if you want.


• This fest will close around midday tomorrow, so get writing!

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

ZOMBIES

[FILL] I'm so ashamed of this.

[(Anonymous)]

This is probably not what anybody wanted. Blame the preteen in my house, and his obsessions...

The attack had initially been devastating. Some new villain had released an airborne toxin from in front of Stark's tower, convincing all of those caught by his gas that they were zombies. The toxin eliminated their higher brain functions so that even walking became a shambling caricature of itself, while the only desire evinced by the erstwhile victims was demonstrated by the one word seemingly left in their vocabulary... "BRAINS!" Further, the leprosy-like effects of the toxin ensured that it took fairly large amounts of damage to stop the "zombies" in their endless pursuit.

Although the zombies' slow shuffle made them not terribly difficult to avoid, danger came from the fact that they were tireless. The day after the initial attack, the endless monotone of "BRAINS" turned polyphonic, interspersed with the occasional short, sharp shriek of somebody caught unawares, probably sleeping. Matt's sharp hearing ensured that this duet formed the soundtrack of his days and would haunt his nightmares, he knew, for quite some time.

Foggy and Karen were much more fortunate. Foggy had taken refuge almost from the start at Landman and Zack, at first under the hasty cover of a "consultation" with Marci and then because every warm body was appreciated in helping to ward off the horror of what was happening just outside the remarkably secure doors. The occasional loud cry was the only symptom of the outbreak that reached him. Matt, while thankful for his safety, had no desire to join him in that cozy retreat; nowhere was remote enough for him to escape what was happening to his city. Karen, meanwhile, had been caught in the initial outbreak, and now, presumably, knew no pain.

For three days straight, Matt roamed his city, mourning every time he heard another death and helping horrified victims, torn and bitten by their feral fellows, to medical help. He finally resorted to targeting the legs of the zombies, between helping some of his terrified neighbours (particularly those who were incapable of moving quickly) as they attempted to evacuate, a process complicated by the fact that Manhattan Island had been quarantined to prevent the escape of any "zombies."

The only saving grace was that, for some reason, the zombies were horrible climbers; anything higher than two stories was fairly safe, as they could easily be overwhelmed going up stairs and elevators proved entirely beyond their comprehension. While the subways became a horror, the heights offered salvation: airlifts from any helipad sufficiently high enough to prove sanity enabled a steady stream of migration, while some residents just relocated to the top floors of their apartments temporarily. The last Matt knew, there had been three families living in his penthouse suite. He himself caught the occasional cat nap against a roof vent before leaping back down into the fray.

In the middle of the third day, the battle decisively turned. News quickly spread that not only had the perpetrator, one Quentin Beck, been found and incarcerated, but an antitoxin for his weapon of choice had been developed. The city rejoiced, their jubilation only dampened by the addendum that the "zombie cure" required intravenous administration.

Meanwhile, Tony Stark, anxious to redeem himself after that fiasco in Sokovia, announced a stationary defense he was willing to personally supply to any residents hardy enough to stay while the zombies were rounded up. Apparently the brainchild of Pepper Potts, the defensive system he offered was motion activated and shot tennis-ball-sized projectiles that somehow froze the zombies upon contact. Solar activated, Stark had apparently decided to remind people to leave them where they could get sunlight by a touch of whimsy in their design, naming them "Pepper's Lesser Armored Neutralizers, by Tony Stark" on top of that. (Matt suspected that Stark was working on even more of a sleep deficit than the rest of the remaining residents of Manhattan.)

The new P.L.A.N.T.S. were nothing like real plants to Matt's senses, but they were certainly effective against the zombies. The Avengers and the National Guard soon became very busy both passing out P.L.A.N.T.S. and rounding up subdued zombies. The day that Matt heard from Foggy that Karen had been successfully revived at a hospital in Queens, he knew that the long ordeal was almost over. In his relief, he finally allowed himself to feel the weariness his body had been steeped in, and decided that he had entered his homestretch; the P.L.A.N.T.S. would be enough to take care of the few remaining zombies.

That night, he slowly ascended the stairs to his long-forsaken apartment. The last of the families that had been using it had cleared out two days ago, after cleaning so thoroughly that Matt could smell the cleansers from two blocks away. He had had to sidetrack to crack a window, but by now that should all be aired out and his rooms in a state as pristine as when he had moved in. Matt could almost feel his freshly hand-washed silk sheets already. Just getting out of his Daredevil suit would be a relief; it had never been intended for the lengthy usage he had given it, and he found it hard to think of a body part that wasn't suffering from the resultant chafing. Strangely, that was the only type of injury he had suffered since the zombie outbreak began; the streets had been too dangerous for other crimes, while Matt's habit of traveling quickly and usually via rooftop meant that the zombies had posed very little threat to him.

Matt's victory march to his door quickly became derailed, however, a process that started in the hall with a tricycle, (the possession of one of the little girls that had been staying in his apartment that had somehow been abandoned outside his door,) continued with the tricycle accompanying Matt back down the stairs, and ended at the already overcrowded hospital with three broken ribs and a displaced fracture of the humerus of his right arm.

Matt couldn't believe it. He'd survived the zombie apocalypse untouched only to be brought low by a tricycle. Foggy would never let him hear the end of it.

[Yes, that preteen dressed as a PvZ zombie for the second year running for tonight's trick-or-treat. Despite the sling he had to wear because of the displaced fracture of *his* right humerus. That was the result of a trampoline fall, though, not a pink tricycle run-in.)

[(Anonymous)]

Something eldritch is in Hell's Kitchen

[FILL] something eldritch

[(Anonymous)]

"The stars," someone croaks.

"Stop looking," another voice says, and there's a soft whump of an unfelt backhand hitting an arm.

Matt pulls himself up onto the rooftop and crouches low, head cocked as he holds his breath. The two guards - tense but not expecting anything, one with his handgun still in its holster and the other holding his rifle loosely, pointing downwards - are standing at the other end of the roof, facing away from him. The one with the rifle is still tilting his face up to the sky.

"Stop," the other one says again, a blur of heat as he shakes the other guard's arm. There's nothing, and then Matt twitches as a sharp slap hits loud and sudden.

Rifle-guard's breath comes loud and shocked, like someone pulling themselves out of a river. "Sorry," he gasps, and his chin almost meets his chest as he whips his head down.

"Idiot," the other one says, and turns back to studying the alleyway far below them, the one Matt is trying to reach. Their bodyheat wavers bright in the cold night air.

Matt breathes out, and rushes forward.



The alleyway is silent when Matt drops down into it, but there's something - a vibration, a pulse, the distant march of an army - he can't quite pin down. It might be coming from the warehouse in front of him, or the Hudson a few hundred yards to his left, or somewhere far, far below his feet; he can't tell, because whenever he focuses on it for too long it starts to echo in his teeth.

Emptiness stretches out either side of him. There's a door to his right, the tang of metal set into brickwork, and he heads for it with light footsteps that barely make the slightest noise - so it's odd, then, that the sickly sensation of being watched feels like hot breath on the back of his neck, like a fingertips reaching through him and wrapping around his spine.

He rolls his shoulders, and reaches for the door.

[(Anonymous)]

Nelson & Murdock's office is being haunted

[(Anonymous)]

Karen is at the office for 3AM sad purposes. Matt stops in for his first aid kit with a concussion

"Foggy, there's someone in the office and I'm super fucked up right now. I can't hear and there's some kind of weird burned dirt smell and I can't pick out their scent over that and my own blood. did the realtor say anything about a burial ground? Should I go for the salt? I'm gonna set off the sprinklers and go for the salt

"Foggy I'm in the office making coffee and some creepy moaning bleeding figure is skulking around Matt's office and I can't call the police for reasons. I told you that was blood I found in the kitchenette sink. I'm going for the pepper spray, Fucking NY and your murdering 4 eyed ghoul bastards"

It all serves to highlight the importance of honesty and proper communication in the workplace. Truly a terrifying story that does not involve Matt screaming like a banshee bc omg this water is filthy and disgusting why did nobody tell me that sprinklers could grow algae

[(Anonymous)]

Matt/Foggy, Foggy helping Matt pick out a costume for his party.

[(Anonymous)]

"You could go as a boxer. It's just shorts. Really, really good looking shorts... And an open robe... Actually no, that'd be a terrible idea, you should tKe those off right away"

[(Anonymous)]

"No, Matt, wearing your Daredevil costume is not 'cleverly ironic'. Take it off. Take it off before I call Claire and tell her you're being an idiot again."

[(Anonymous)]

Claire & Santino, carving pumpkins together

[(Anonymous)]

This is so cute *_*

[(Anonymous)]

The ghosts of Vladimir and Anatoly haunting people they didn't like when they were alive (Fisk, Wesley, Matt,Leland...) and doing their ghostly best to annoy and/or scare the hell out of those people

[(Anonymous)]

"We did not think this through." Vladimir told his brother. as he moved the book yet again. Murdock didn't notice. His hand moved blindly to retrieve it, not even noticing it was farther away.

"Yes, moving things on the blind man was not our best move."

"How about we spy on their secretary?"

"Ah, yes. She is pretty. She bound to scare. Nice innocent thing."

"I wouldn't call her innocent."

"Wesley?!"

[(Anonymous)]

Trick or treaters dressing up as Daredevil

FILL

[(Anonymous)]

'Three incoming,' Matt calls, passing the candy bowl to Foggy. 'Your turn.'

With an exaggerated sigh, Foggy rises just as someone knocks on his door. 'Want a description?'

'Sure.'

'Trick or Treat!' three voices call when Foggy opens his door.

Foggy starts to laugh with joy. 'Dude, I love your costume!' Matt hears the sound of candy falling into pails.

'I'm a girl.'

'Sorry. I still love your costume. Matt, she's Daredevil!' Surprised, Matt rises and comes to the door. Sure enough, he can sense the horns on the little girl's head though he'd have thought her a devil without Foggy's narration.

The kids gasp in surprise. 'You're Daredevil too!'

Matt smirks. 'Well, someone has to be.' He fumbles in the bowl and holds out another candy bar to the other Daredevil. 'From one Daredevil to another?'

She takes it with a delighted laugh and the three run off.

'That's the fourth one tonight. Buddy, you're popular.' Matt nods, surprise and delight flooding him. 'And,' Foggy continues, 'if you keep giving them extra candy we're going to run out you know.'

Matt just smirks, steals a bar and runs off before Foggy can slap him. There's another bag hidden under Foggy's sink, for after the trick or treaters.

Matt can afford to give his fans extra.

[(Anonymous)]

Foggy is a werewolf.

[(Anonymous)]

claire and karen and foggy watching an horror movie get freaked out by matt

[(Anonymous)]

"I'm not scared, even if some freakish, moaning stumbling zombie creatures were on the prowl, Matt would take care of them for us"

*confused, superficially injured but gruesome looking Matt stumbles through the window with blood all over, groaning in pain as he tries to move gingerly so not to aggravate his fractured ribs*
"OH SHIT ZOMBIES ARE REAL DID YOU EAT MATT YOU FUCKER"

[(Anonymous)]

any dressing up as big cute treats, who is which?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh god Foggy and Matt going as "N&Ms"
Literally no one else recognizes their brilliance but that's okay, the costumes are green anyway, they can draw a pit on them and be avacados next year

[(Anonymous)]

Matt's birthday is either just before midnight on Halloween or just after. (All Saint's Day!)

Scarlet Witch mess a spell and everyone egts turned into what tehya re wearing.

[(Anonymous)]

Halloween Party. Scarlet Witch wanted to have some fun and put mor personalities into what each person was wearing. The whoel thing goes wrong and people become in what theya re wearing.

Foggy si wearing a Daredevil suit.
Matt is wearing a sexy bunny easter suit cause he lost a dare to Foggy
Karen is wearing a zombie outfit
The Avengers are all dress as one of the care bears.
How will they fix this mess when Scarlet has lost her power c ause she dressed as a nurse and she only wants to care of people.

6th Sense

[(Anonymous)]

Matt can "see" dead people.

Re: 6th Sense

[(Anonymous)]

"You can see dead people?" Foggy shivered. "How many are there? Are there any in this room?"

"Yeah, like ... twenty? At least twenty. They're hard to count."

"Twenty! They're twenty ghosts in this room! What the hell? Who was murdered here?"

Matt shrugged. "North America has been inhabited for at least 30,000 years. It's filled with ghosts. The majority do not speak modern English. I've never been anywhere that wasn't packed with ghosts."

Sugar skulls!

[(Anonymous)]

Just cute make up. Does Matt join someone on All Saints Day celebrations? Anything.

The Crow AU

[(Anonymous)]

October the 30th is known as Devil's night.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzbRSD_rM1A

[(Anonymous)]

Office Halloween party. Everyone is invited, even people that may technically be dead in canon. (Ben, Elena. And of course Matt, Foggy, Karen, Claire, Brett, Marcey, etc.)
Costumes are mandatory. What does everyone dress up as?
Does someone spike the punch and subsequent drunk card games? Is there blind pumpkin carving? Who dresses up as Daredevil as a joke?

Literally, all the adorable Halloweenness.

[(Anonymous)]

matt helps out with halloween at the orphanage

[(Anonymous)]

Do they celebrate Jesusween

Gen, repentant!Stick, monster!Matt, Tragedy (...Or not?)

[(Anonymous)]

Matt becomes a creature of some kind, and it progresses to the point where he's a danger to the residents of Hell's Kitchen.

He can't be reasoned with anymore (less of an "evil!Matt" thing and more of a "can't fight his instincts" kind of thing), and in the end, it's Stick that has to put him down.

In the process, he comes to terms with his past foolishness and allows himself to acknowledge that he left because HE got emotionally attached. It's with sadness, rather than a completely cold business-is-business demeanor that he goes about the final, world-weary ninja master versus wayward student showdown. It's an act of mercy and with an ironic sense of duty Stick has for protecting citizens he himself doesn't care about on Matt's behalf when Matt can no longer do so.

It's up to you whether Matt literally has to be put down, making Stick's repentance bittersweet and tragic, or a happier ending where the changes can be reversed or managed and everyone lives happily ever after. (Perhaps the Avengers can't take him down themselves because whatever creature + super senses = IMPOSSIBLE without Stick's expertise, but are standing by with a cure.) My vision for this was a tragedy, but at the same time, the latter possibility has some MAGICAL opportunities for hurt/comfort, so...

Bonuses:
- Stick saying "Matty" is my kryptonite
- Extra ultra bonus tearjerker points for Matt being incapable of understanding and creating human speech, but Stick talking to him anyway
- I'm REALLY fond of vicious, animalistic vampires??? Man-eating is SUCH good hurt/comfort and/or horror material oh my god

Re: Gen, repentant!Stick, monster!Matt, Tragedy (...Or not?)

[(Anonymous)]

Clearly the real monster here is anons who post ideas that rip your heartstrings out and make you cry.
I am so into this prompt it's amazing

[(Anonymous)]

there's magic spell around with a mistranslation. instead of summoning the Devil, it summons totally human Daredevil.

[(Anonymous)]

Ooh, so many uses.
Weird cults, supervillains, bored teenagers at sleepovers ("holy shit the devil sent us a hot guy. Thank you satan!") The avengers trying to analyze the ancients texts they confiscated from a sorcerer
I wonder if it only works when he's in costume, or if he ever just appears in someone's ritual circle in sweatpants and ridiculously huge socks brushing his teeth or something

STOP!

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