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Daredevil Prompt Post #12

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This post is for prompts involving characters from Netflix's Daredevil.

Now that The Defenders prompt post is live, all crossovers between anyone in the four individual shows should go over there. Prompts only including characters that appear in Daredevil should still go here.

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Circumstances lead to Matt meeting this wo/man and s/he's smart, s/he's funny, s/he doesn't brush him off, s/he has a voice he could listen to for days, the way s/he moves...and there's just something about her/him that sets her apart from other wo/men...

Foggy meets her/him and instantly thinks "Oh, no...he found another one..."

More circumstances happen and Matt/Daredevil ends up running into the X-Men, and is surprised this wo/man's he's become very interested in is one of them.

Ends up, Matt is dating >pick some badass X-Wo/man<

And now that her/his little secret is out, does s/he find out about Matt's?

(I have no idea what sort of interactions Matt has had with the X-men in the comics, and all I see in fanfiction is him and Scott/Cyclops. I'm just interested in how the filler(s) would handle Matt interacting with people who have abilities that are even more off the wall than his.)

And that's how Frank learned that setting a warehouse of pot (and probably some acid) on fire is a BAD idea. In his defence, it was mosty accidental.

(lol want this so bad. camping)

The Venom symbiote's first stop wasn't Queens...it was Hell's Kitchen.

Yup. That's what I want: a Venom amped Daredevil

Oooh, I have some ideas. Not sure I have time to see them through, but I'll see what I can do...

OP with one more thing...

And its NOT Logan. That horse is long dead and has been turned into dust with no chance of resurrection.

First time filling a prompt here, bare with me:
Matt should be better prepared for this moment, but he's not.

The realization is as physical a blow as any he's received. He's doubled over by it. He feels himself slipping to the concrete.

Can't go home to bleed out on the sofa. Can't go to Claire to give up the ghost in her living room. Can't call Foggy, whose softness Matt has almost used up. Can't call Karen, who was never as soft as he thought she was. Elektra can't help him. Matt considers dragging his battered body to the church, Father Lantom has kept his secret so well. Decides against it. Fact is, there's no one in his life he wants to see him like this. There's no one he can burden with this next task.

His brain is struggling for clarity. Oxygen is in precious low supply. He understands that there's only one way to protect his friends. Can't believe he never put a backup plan in place to cover this eventuality, especially with so many telling him this would happen. First Claire had predicted it. Bloody and alone. Then Foggy, you're going to get yourself killed. And somehow, Matt must have still refused to see. To be anything less than invincible. It was stubbornness. He'd always been stubborn. People used to say it about him with a smile, like it was a good quality. Blind orphan grows up all on is own, makes good grades and gets into Columbia school of law. Graduates top of the class. Boy, that kid is stubborn. He expects their opinions on this trait will change quickly. Man, that guy was stubborn, blind guy like that out there fighting ninjas, no wonder he got himself killed.

Matt will throttle the first newspaper that mentions his blindness from beyond the grave.

Of course, they're right.

He's dying.

It's a sharp fact, he can feel it. It feels different than the dull ache of a long night on the street. It's not broken, bruised ribs or being half gutted on a hook, or even an arrow through his shoulder. Though it is a little like massive blood loss and poison burning up his veins. It's numb extremities and trembling hands that feel too cold. It's his lungs refusing to expand in his chest and coughing with every breath. It's the slick of blood he spews with every cough. It's the way his head feels light and heavy at the same time, like he's spinning even though his body weighs too much to even hold up. It's the fact that, now that he's sitting on the ground, he knows he can't get back up. And Murdocks always get up. That's the rule. It's the way that that thought makes his eyes burn, and he hasn't cried about his dad in years. How he he's suddenly nine years old again and alone.

He can smell it too. And hear it. His heart is tachycardic, there's adrenaline pumping through him still keeping the worst of the pain behind a firewall of sensations. He can smell how much he's sweating. Can smell how much blood is on his clothes. Can hear the wound still leeching from the beneath the compression bandage he improvised. No poison this time, but he doubts that’s needed to finish him off.

He's in his suit. He's daredevil. But the minute daredevil dies in an alleyway, Matt Murdock is close behind. The police will find his body, they'll unmask him. Maybe it's even Brett. Matt's smack dab in his jurisdiction. So it won't take long to ID him. Then Foggy and Karen are being arrested. Obstruction of justice, or something else. No one can tie Claire to him. She might make it out unscathed. Father Lantom might not be brought into this. Or would they interview his priest? But Foggy... Foggy would lose everything.

So there's only one thing to do next. Get rid of the body. His body. Daredevil can't be found, can't be unmasked, even in death.

Frank could do it. That's a good thought. If he had ever considered this possibility through to its conclusion he might have thought to make a pact with Frank. Some kind of secret vigilante pact where they promise to come through for the other, preserve the others legacy. That sounds too corny for Frank. But Frank would know how to do the ugly part, the part where you make a body disappear forever. He could probably even be convinced to watch after Foggy and Karen in Matt's absence. Frank has this weird sense of honour Matt doesn't quite understand yet.

But he didn't plan ahead. He doesn't have any way to contact Frank. Not in the ten minutes or so he has left.

Just one contact in his burner phone he hasn't considered yet.

Stick.

The old man had always maintained a way of popping into Matt's life wholly unannounced and unbidden. Usually unwanted. He had tried to kill Elektra, even after the revelation that he had raised her. He knew what was at stake. He was maybe the only living person who did. So after the funeral, after they'd buried her together, the woman Matt loved and the woman Stick had raised, Matt had put his number in the burner phone. Maybe he had been planning ahead after all.

He manages to fish the phone out of his pant pocket. Flip it open. He dials S. There's only one contact per letter to make this as easy as possible.

"Gotta say," Stick answers, voice gritty with age and electronic distortion. "Didn't expect to hear from you again."

"Stick." Matt chokes, "I'm behind a laundromat on 42nd." Muffles a wet cough he knows Stick can hear, "need help with a body."

"Whose body?"

"Mine." Matt flips the phone closed.

He loses some time. The relief of knowing that things are ending soon, that there's a chance he won't leave a trail of shattered lives, makes it easier to slip away.

He starts awake when someone strikes him across the face. His senses are muted and hazy. He's not breathing properly. He's cold. He tries to breathe but it feels like there's something constricting his chest. He moves the muscles, his chest rises, but not enough air is getting in. He sounds like he's drowning. His mouth is wet and coppery. His head is spinning, like he's drunk way too much alcohol.

He's slapped in the face again.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, fight!"

"S-stick?"

"That's right you fuckin disappointment, what did you do to yourself? Got yourself stabbed all to hell."

"The Hand," Matt mutters, tries to bat Sticks hands away from his chest where they're prodding at his seeping wound.

Stick makes a sound like a grunt. Matt’s slipped down the wall and he’s laying on his side. Stick grabs Matt’s arm and manipulates his hand to form a fist, presses it into the wound. “Keep putting pressure on it.” He mutters and Matt tries, he does try, but there’s not a lot of strength left in his arm.

Stick finally straightens Matt out, hooks his arms through Matt’s arms and leverages him up. He half carries, half drags Matt out of the alley to a waiting car. Matt’s losing more time. Stick keeps pressing his fist into the wound. Should be painful but it’s not.

“Just keep it together a little longer, Matty.” The voice is soft, too soft. Matt shakes himself to clear his head.

“No, Stick. You… you don’t understand.”

“Keep it together kid. We’re almost there.”

“Stick… you have to hide the body.”

A warm hand finds his face in the dark of Matt’s dwindling perception. “There were only two adepts born in your whole generation, Matty. I’ve already lost one.”

It’s too late. Matt thinks, and the thought is comforting.

There’s a loud rap at the door. It’s always loud this part of town, even at night, so it’s no wonder Colleen doesn’t stir. But Danny sleeps light. Lately, he doesn’t get much sleep at all. Too many thoughts collecting at the dam of his mind. About Gao, his parents, The Hand. And lately, Ku’n-Lun. Unguarded. Defenseless.

So he’s already awake when the banging starts. Danny extricates himself from the tangle of bedsheets and pads, barefoot, to the door of the dojo. Through the glass, he can make out only a shadow in the dim hallway.

“Iron Fist?” a voice asks through the partition. It’s an old man’s voice, shaking with exertion. Danny unlocks the door and cracks it. The man outside is wearing a military green jacket. He’s old, grizzled like a dried up fruit, but lean and strong looking. His eyes are milky white and sightless, and Danny is instantly reminded of stories he heard in K’un Lun of blind Master Izo. The hilt of the man’s katana peers over his shoulder.

“I am the Immortal Iron Fist,” Danny responds, he catches himself the way he sometimes does now, sounding like a joke at his own expense.

“Hope you’re awake Iron Fist, time to put on your big boy pants.” The old man turns from the door and starts back down the hall towards the stairs. Danny opens the door and takes a step out, considering whether he should call for Colleen.

“Wait, who are you?”

“I'm one of the last living members of your army, The Chaste, protectors of Ku’n-lun.” The man calls over his shoulder.

“I have an army?”

“Not anymore.” He pauses at the top of the stairs, “You coming?”

Danny calls over his shoulder, “Colleen?” Hopes that’s enough to wake her, follows to the stairs. “What are you doing here?”

“You know how to use it? The Fist?”

“I focus my Chi... And I punch things.”

Old guy stops hard on a step right before the first landing, Danny bumps into him “What about the other stuff?”

“What other stuff?”

“Fucking perfect. Have you ever healed with it?”

“Uh, ya, once.”

From the dojo above, “Danny?”

Old guy doesn’t miss a beat. “Tell me.”

“How do you know about this....”

“Hurry up and tell me!”

“Colleen,” Danny motions up the stairs, “she was poisoned by The Hand. She was dying. I healed her with The Fist.”

“You think you can do it again?”

“I don't know, it drained me.... why?”

Stick starts walking again. He pivots on the landing and quickens his pace. Danny stops dead, his hands braced on either side of the narrow staircase while he takes in the scene at the bottom of the stairs. "What the ..."

There's a body in the entryway. The doors to the street have been barred from inside, a Billy club stuck through the handles. The man is laying on his back, head propped on the first stair, feet pointed at the door. A long smear of red from the door to the stair says he was dragged there. Probably by the old guy. One arm splays sideways, bloody palm pointed up. The other hangs loosely over the gaping chest wound.

"Matty," the old man growls, "you're supposed to be putting pressure on that."

Danny takes shakes his head, takes the remaining steps two at a time. He calls back up the stairs as he hears Colleen approaching, “Call Claire.” Leaps off the last stair to avoid stepping too close to the body, lands by the guy's legs.

He's older than Danny, just by looking at him, but not by much. His dark hair is mussed and matted in places. His eyes are heavy-lidded and closed, face is slack and blood smeared. Danny sucks in a breath when he finally notices the clothes. The guy is wearing a red and black suit with dark piping, a thick, hardened weave fabric, paneled and belted and pocketed.

It’s the suit on the front of the newspaper, Danny’s also seen it on the TV's playing in restaurants and the computer screens of his employees at Rand. He's seen it and he knows it and the man bleeding out in his stairwell is Daredevil.

Old guy kneels by Daredevils head, he sets his katana on the ground. His hands flutter like he doesn't know where to touch, his sightless eyes study the ceiling with great concentration.

"Hurry up," he hisses, "he's almost gone."

Danny doesn't know a heck of a lot about medicine, but he can tell that's true. The guy's face is paper white, lips a little blue and flecked with blood. He hasn't stirred, he's breathing but it's a shallow rattle. The chest wound is seeping, bleeding lazily and steadily. Danny hovers, he feels his own breath thick in his throat.

"What the fuck are you waiting for!" The old guy grabs Danny's wrist. "Do it!"

But that's not how it works, Danny wants to shout back. He's never been good at this under stress. He's momentarily back in that moment when Coleen was the one in the floor. His Coleen. Paperwhite, too quiet, too close to the blackness that already claimed the most important people in Danny's life. He remembers Bakuto, voice soothing and calm and encouraging. It's miles away from this guy, clutching and angry and, something else? Bakuto turned out to be the worst guy in the world. Worse than madam Gao because he first came as a friend. Why should Danny trust this old blind guy, stick, now?

The look on his face, Danny realizes, is desperation. He doesn't want anything from Danny, he's not here to cajole or manipulate — he's here because whoever the guy bleeding out on the dirty tiled floor is, he means something to him. Danny thinks again about Colleen, and from there it's easy. If one thing can focus Danny's Chi when it's really needed and otherwise impossible — it's remembering the people he loves. It's protecting what hasn't yet been taken from him. It's caring.

So he cares. He thinks of how many people Daredevil has helped over in Hell’s Kitchen. He thinks about what It means to be a good man. To do good things for others and expect nothing in return. Of being a warrior and using those skills to save rather than harm. He focuses the warmth in his chest into a bright, burning light and feels it travel down the muscles of his arm to his fist. He clutches it there, the light, and slowly, deliberately opens his fingers around it until he's holding it in his palm. He reaches out and places that palm on Daredevils chest. The old guy crouches on the first stair, puts his palms on the guy's cheeks and holds him there. He's saying something, his voice soothing and calm now. But he’s not talking to Danny, so he puts it out of his mind and focuses. He focuses on keeping the light burning and bright, on moving that energy from his own body out into the man in his stairwell.

When Danny punches things with The Fist, the energy stays in his body. He wields it as a power. He weaponizes everything, his love for Colleen, his hurt and rage about his parent's murder, his longing, his fear. He bludgeons with it, and he hits hard, because Danny has been through a lot. But when Danny uses his Chi to heal, it's different. He gathers it all up, but then he has to let it all go.

With his hand on the man's chest, he can feel the energy ebbing, seeping from his own body. He has gathered the warmth of his rage, and he has released it. He has gathered the heat of his love, and he has released it. He has stoked the fire of his hurt, and now, eyes focused on the pale bloody face of the man before him, the man hardly breathing and hardly alive, he releases his hurt and is empty. Reduced. Danny falls forward and the light goes out.

I love this! Can't wait for more!

OP here, and this is absolutely brilliant!

Love the characterisation through out, esp Stick and Matt’s self-recrimination is perfect! Also, love love love the part about Frank, part practicability - “Frank would know how to do the ugly part” - part confusion.

Is it bad part of me really wants to know what happens after? What plans does Matt make in case this happens again? Does he tell Foggy what he’s doing?

Thank you so much for this!

Well, its fine if you aren't downwind...

I can just see him trying to explain himself like that. (It doesn't work as an excuse

Matt stumbles across him (or would Frank be doing the stumbling?) and demands to know if that fire is his fault. Frank tries to defend himself, but just starts giggling in the middle of it...

"Are- Are you HIGH??"

"NO! /giggles again/ ...Yes."

Nightcrawler would be cute with Matt but I'm thinking he's too distinct from regular ordinary Joes for Matty not to notice.
Storm?

High Frank is probably a cuddly giggly affectionate manpuppy and the difference is so jarring.
Maybe Peter Parker meets him. And is like "Man what the fudge?"
And Frankie is like "I like fudge. But I prefer burgers. Let's go get burgers."
And Peter goes with him (because a high and weirdly Deadpoolian Punisher needs supervision probably, and hey, he's getting burgers out of it)
And the waitress asks "are you by any chance Spiderman and Punisher?"
And Petey is like "No, we're back from a costume party."
And then Matt comes in, and Franks like:
"How did you find us?"
"I smelled the smoke, weed and gunpowder over the beef grease and ketchup."

The thing Frank can't help but notice about the dog is how big it is. Giant. Literally. Van-sized, probably-weighs-a-ton giant. The next thing he notices is that he's wet, because a tongue the size of a towel has licked all over his front front, soaking him with saliva. "Don't do that";, he says with vague reproach.
The van-sized bulldog just looks at him, and goes on wagging his tail excitedly.
The third thing Frank notices is that he's suddenly not in the shot-up warehouse but on a rather familliar couch.
"Iwas kind of in the middle of something, you know" Giant Puppy just wags his tail.

Matt gets a less than perfect grade and freaks out. His grades might be good, but He doesn't think they're good enough due to rock bottom self esteem (thank you Stick). Then he comes across study drugs. Suddenly he can put in the kind of work and focus Stick said he could do if he just tried harder and wasn't so weak. He pushes himself and the drugs too far and gets in over his head. Foggy helps him out.

This got me imagining Foggy and Matt bonding over having less impressive powers. Matt has supersenses, but they don't help him with all the difficulties of blindness. In some ways they're a curse. Matt's true power is his grit. Comparing to super strength, etc, he doesn't seem that impressive.

Foggy has the ability of pursuasion. Not like Kilgrave. He can't control people, but if he talks to them for a while he can make them see the flaws in their Action. He's like 'therapy guy' and maybe he also gives awesome hugs, but only Matt thinks that's also a superpower.

Then supervillian attacks and defeats our heroes, except Matt who won't give up, and Foggy who saves the day by talking all the henchmen onto their side.

At a high school filled with people with awesome powers Foggy and Matt bond over having less impressive powers. Matt has supersenses, but they don't help him with all the difficulties of blindness. In some ways they're a curse. Matt's true power is his grit. Comparing to super strength, etc, he doesn't seem that impressive.

Foggy has the ability of pursuasion. Not like Kilgrave. He can't control people, but if he talks to them for a while he can make them see the flaws in their Action. He's like 'therapy guy' and maybe he also gives awesome hugs, but only Matt thinks that's also a superpower.

Then supervillian attacks and defeats our heroes, except Matt who won't give up, and Foggy who saves the day by talking all the henchmen onto their side.

Self-explanatory prompt. Anything about Matt's mother and her role in Matt's life.

So I realize that this was posted a year ago, but I want you to know that I am very slowly (like, 'I may finish when I'm 80' slowly) working on a fill for this...although I might have kind of sort of also mashed it together with a serial killer AU I found on this kink meme too. Hope you don't mind.

Matt is a sub in a relationship with Foggy. He starts working with the Avengers and hanging out at the tower. Bucky tends to be the one to clean him up and lecture him after getting hurt.

It turns out Bucky misses taking care of someone (like small Steve would grudgingly let him do when sick or after a fight). Bucky likes doting on someone, and Matt kind of loves being taken care of. They hang out more and an attraction develops between them.

Matt is responsible and asks Foggy for permission before doing anything. In Truth Foggy is relieved since Matt loves being filled up more than Foggy with his decent sex drive can handle. He only asks to be told all the details and watch them together when he wants.

It turns out Bucky is also in a long term relationship with Steve, and they're used to sharing everything.

It evolves into Foggy enjoying the show as two supersoldiers fuck Matt as many times as he can handle, and all of them taking turns to visit Matt or ask him to meet them so they can make sure their sub is always saited and never goes long without the taste of them in his mouth.

Bonus =

Excessive amounts of cum

This is amazing! I was curious about the prompt and did not picture Stick but that is such a clever choice and one that feels right with your story. The twist of going to Iron Fist is great, too.

unf. yes seconded so hard.

Post-Defenders, Matt realizes how much he's hurt Karen and Foggy, so he reaches out to them as soon as he's able to get access to a phone in the convent.

That's basically the entire prompt.

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Daredevil Prompt Post #12

Matt ends up dating one of the X-Wo/men...and doesn't know it

Re: Frank does pot

Venom

Re: Matt ends up dating one of the X-Wo/men...and doesn't know it

Re: Matt ends up dating one of the X-Wo/men...and doesn't know it

[Fill]: Gen, Matt Murdock, Cover Up, part 1

Re: [Fill]: Gen, Matt Murdock, Cover Up, part 2

Re: [Fill]: Gen, Matt Murdock, Cover Up, part 2

Re: [Fill]: Gen, Matt Murdock, Cover Up, part 2

Re: Frank does pot

Re: Frank does pot

Re: Frank does pot

Re: Matt ends up dating one of the X-Wo/men...and doesn't know it

Re: Frank does pot

Re: Punisher and Lockjaw - Minifill

College Matt uses adderall

Re: Sky High Fusion

Inspired by the sky High prompt a while back

Sister Maggie

Re: florist + butcher au gen or matt/foggy preferably

Foggy/Matt/Bucky/Steve

Re: [Fill]: Gen, Matt Murdock, Cover Up, part 2

Re: Foggy/Matt/Bucky/Steve

Matt reveals he's alive

Kingsman AU