Word count: 6.8k!
Warnings/tags for this chapter: Typical show violence, use of guns, blood, anxiety, Matt being a worried little shit, the black suit is wet TWO TIMES (first one is implied, second is direct), "The Devil" grins a lot which fucks me up every time I picture him, big doses of fluff.
A/N: the long-waited chapter is finally up! Damn, it's been almost a year since I last updated this wth (literally July 12th 2023-on Tumblr)!!! It really took me a while to fill in the plot holes (aka sit my ass and think). I hope you all enjoy it, feedback is always appreciated!
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There stood by the window frame, a male figure, one that this city has marked to be its savior, the masked vigilante that kept the evil hiding in its den. The man in black. The man without fear.
The Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
"This is bigger than you, kid," the man had his gun imprinted in Madilyn's head. She closed her eyes, prayed for her death to be merciful.
"How about you let her go and fight me like a man?" The Devil walked slowly towards them. "And that's the only option you have."
"You know she has nothing to do with this, McCarthy. Let her go, now." Oh, Hell, Devil Boy, he was sure-footed. Although he got beaten to death the last time they crossed roads. But The Devil was certain of how things ought to end this time.
One minute he was here, the next he's gone. The large man looked around, loosened his grip on Madilyn, who took advantage to set herself free and take shelter behind the counter.
Her heart raced out of her chest-though she was safer now, she couldn't help the anxiety that's crushing her pumper.
BANG!
The man hits the wall. But he's much stronger than The Devil. He pushes him aside, The Devil crashes into the bookshelf. But he gets back up quickly from under the piles of books and uses his weight to ram into the brick wall of a man and takes him to the ground, flipping the couch underneath them.
She rises a little to spy on the scene. A wooden baton shoots and flies over her head, smacking into the kitchen wall. She must stay down, and this is her warning.
"Stay down!" he shouts, confirming her suppositions. She's already a distraction with her racing heartbeat. It's crazy-but he wanted to let all this fight be damned, run up to her and hold her tight. He fears for her, he doesn't want to witness her going through another episode and not being able to comfort her. But, he knows he is nothing more than a stranger -yes, he's a savior, her savior, but he's just... a stranger, and he knows it.
The adrenaline rushed back and forth in her veins like raging fire, almost bursting out of her skin. Her teeth grind, she's shivering. Her heart raced, and the anxiety crawled all over her like ants running up the hill, numbing her limbs, freezing her body.
The Devil receives a good punch, throwing him off to the wall. He recalls her giggling and laughing in the rain. He smiles. She truly is a distraction. His jaw is slack. He spits blood. "You really wanna do this the hard way, don't you?" The Devil asked with his gravelly voice, gutting a giggle.
The man gets up and walks towards his bag, but The Devil takes him by surprise, strangling him with his wooden batons. The man overpowers him once again, breaking the hold he had on his neck and smacking The Devil to the wall.
The Devil wouldn't stop, he can't. If he was anything, he's a menace, a troublesome, a real pain in the ass-and he has to prove it tonight. He gets back on his feet, his boots thudding on the wooden floor. "I can do this all night..." he chuckles.
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In A Heartbeat (M.M)
Fanfiction"I loved her, father, and her heartbeat was all it took for me to fall in love with her." Matt Murdock x Madilyn Mayfield (oc) Note: this is somehow an AU where father Lantom is still alive (we need him here). Events take place after season 3. Also...
