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I had a moment with one of opening bands singer last night and I couldn't it out of my mind. He was a really nice guy (◍•ᴗ•◍)

part 2/2 Click here for the first part

"Hrg," the pain in your shoulder woke you up from the nightmare you had.

You can't remember what it was about however, when your eyes open you weren't in your bed. You were in an unfamiliar place on someone's couch. Carefully, your right arm lifts you off your back, letting your wings breathe. Looking down, your left arm was covered in gauze along with your stomach. Whoever patched you up unzipped your bodysuit to your waist, leaving you in your black, lacy bra. There were bandaids littering your body, including your back and feet.

Suddenly, the night's events hit you like a truck just as your legs swing around to touch the hardwood floor. Daredevil saved you from the fire and brought you back to what looked like his apartment or warehouse. You couldn't tell with the huge window in front of you that was illuminated with a bright billboard.

"She wakes," a familiar voice called.

Your head turned to the source to see Daredevil in all of his glory. However, he wasn't clad in his suit but in a gray tank and his boxers. Just like his suit, he covered his eyes with a pair of red specs, and his short brown hair was tossed to the side. Your heart skipped a beat, finally seeing Daredevil in all of his glory. No suit, just, him.

"Hey, red-" Suddenly, you realize you aren't wearing a top causing you to frantically try to cover yourself with the blanket that was on top of you.

His familiar chuckle filled your ears, "don't worry, I can't see what you look like." You watch as he waved his hand in front of his face, "I'm actually blind so, you're secrets safe with me."

Your eyes widen with shock, " I would have never guessed that the kitchens devil was a blind man."

"Well, if my enemies knew that, it wouldn't be very hard to track me down," he comes to sit on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"I suppose so..." your heart rate spikes as the two of you sit in front of each other.

He puts his hand on your leg making your face turn completely red. Your emotions were failing you.

"Are you okay? Do you have a fever again cause your heart rate has spiked," he points out.

Curse you and your super hearing, you thought. "It's just... I thought you didn't want me and Spiderman to know your identity? Why now?" you question.

It takes him a moment before answering, "If I'm honest, Raven... You scared the shit out of me tonight with that stunt you pulled. I know what I said in the past but, you, me, and Spiderman are partners, whether I like it or not, this was bound to happen eventually."

It takes a moment of silence before you can respond. You could feel his hand on your knee tighten, "(Y/n)... My name is (Y/n) (L/n). Not Raven. That's what the public gave me," you finally reply.

His lips twitch into a smile, "(Y/n) is a lovely name to have."

If he could see you now, you probably would be a tomato. "You don't have to tell me you're name, red's fine with me-"

Before you could finish, Daredevil spoke, "Matt, it's Matt Murdock."

You blink for a moment, "the lawyer? From Nelson and Murdock?"

He chuckles, "Yes, from Nelson and Murdock. I'm a lawyer."

He's caught off guard when he hears you chuckle, "well, I now know who to go to if I need a lawyer in the future." Your voice held a playful yet sincere tone.

"I'd be happy to represent The Raven," he playfully states.

The two of you share a laugh before sitting in silence. Suddenly, his touch on your knee felt different. It felt more tender than from when he first placed his hand on you. His whole demeanor changed causing you're aching wings to buff up. Suddenly, your body falls forward from exhaustion. Matt catches you in his arms making him cradle you as if you were a delicate flower.

"Woah, (Y/n)," He states.

He was careful not to put too much pressure on your left shoulder and went out of his way to not touch your wings. Matt leads the two of you onto the floor causing both of your knees to touch. Once you caught your barings, your eyes met his red specks.

"S-sorry, I didn't realize how weak I actually am from tonight," you apologize.

"No need to apologize," he states letting you lean on the couch.

His touch lingers as you let him feel the gauze he placed on you. Your lips were sealed as he slowly drug his hand down your arm until his thumb was rubbing over your knuckles. Realizing what he was doing, Matt pulled back as if you were burning hot and placed his hands on both his thighs. However, you found his left hand and held it.

"It's okay, you can touch them. I trust you," your voice was just barely above a whisper.

He let you guide his hand to your back as you turned around. He began to gently trace your spine until he found where your wings met your shoulder blades. Hesitantly, he began to rub his figures along your feathers as shivers ran along your back.

"Even though I can't see them, I can feel how beautiful your wings must be. I always wanted to know what they felt like and how soft your skin was," he whispered causing you to blush.

Suddenly, you felt his lips on the inner part of your wing. It was faint but you most defiantly felt it as he peppered both of them. When he was done, you turned around and face the blind man. He had almost a devilish look on his face while yours was flustered.

"They're also sensitive," he replied.

You playfully punched his shoulder before he gripped it in his own. For a moment you looked at each other until you began to get light-headed again. Matt let your body lean into him until he picked you up bridal style and walked into his bedroom. He gently sat your weak body on his bed and tucked you in. Before he could walk away to the couch, you gripped his wrist causing his head to slightly turn back.

"S-Stay... Please..." you whimpered out.

He smiled and hopped in next to you. You turned on your side facing him as he took off his specs. His lifeless brown eyes met yours as he laid down. Matt invited you into his arms and you accepted graciously. His hold was gentle as the two of you breathed in each other's scent. Before you could drift off to sleep, you felt his lips press against your forehead until the dark void of nothingness took over your body.

(Part 1/2) Click here for the second part

(Y/n) was a part of what Peter liked to call "the vigilante squad." You thought he was full of shit cause this "squad" consisted of only you, Peter Parker, and Daredevil. The two of you have come in contact with the kitchens devil a couple times. However, you wouldn't say the three of you were on friendly terms, unlike Peter.

How did you, (Y/n), become a part of this squad? Well, unfortunately for you, you're a mutant by the alias, Raven. At least, that's what New York City and the world called you. You had black, crow-like wings, sprouting from your back and inhuman strength. On command, talons could replace your nails as weapons and your wings as a shield. The hard part was concealing your beautiful black wings from the world so that you could get at least an ounce of normality.

Besides being a mutant, you had criminals and killers on both you and your best friend, Peter Parker, all the time. The two of you, when together, were unstoppable against any challenge except for a little thing called love. You were always anxious that if you caught feelings for another human being, it might be used against you someday and you might lose the one you hold close. As for Peter, well, he was awkward but in a cute way but, you could never date your best friend.

Actually, you had your eye on someone, whether you liked it or not. You only knew his name by the newspaper, well, he went by many. Hell kitchens personal devil, the kitchens devil, Daredevil, and red. You didn't actually know who or what he looked like, he wanted to keep it that way. It's just for business, nothing more, so theirs no need to know each other's real name, he would say. Oh, how you hated when he said that, but, you had to respect him for that. So, you kept those feelings bottled up and stuck away in the deepest part of your heart, never to see the light of day.

Like every night, you'd wait in your small studio apartment until Peter came knocking on your window. Just as Peter knocked on your window, you pulled up a black face mask that only showed your eyes. The rest of you're "costume," consisted of a zip-up, black, bodysuit and a pair of steampunk goggles to protect your eyes from the wind. You always went barefoot, making it easier to balance on top of roofs.

Peter knocked again just as your hands flung the window up. Your long, black hair was whipping past your face as Peter, in his Spiderman costume, held his hand out to you. Taking it, you perched on the fire escape until your ears picked up something.

"All units downtown, the goblin has appeared, taking citizens hostage," croaked from a radio scanner.

"Norman Osborns back," you clicked.

"It's gonna be one of those nights, where is here now?" Peter looked out over the moving cars.

"He's in hell's kitchen with hostages, red's gonna need our help," you stretched your wings before diving off the side.

Without a word, Peter followed as the two of you weaved through buildings. Citizens below cheered the two of you on until you were in the heart of hell's kitchen. Police cars were stationed outside of an auction house as the two of you landed.

"What's the situation?" Peter stated.

"The goblin took a band of a rich folk hostage during an auction, he's after something and I haven't heard anything from Daredevil yet," the chief of police explained.

You turn your head towards Peter, "I go top, you go bottom and distract Osborn."

"What about Devilman?" Peter asks.

"He's probably already in there," you reply before taking flight.

Quitely you land on top of the glass roof and peer in. There was a chandelier that looked like it was dripping with light. Under it was about 20 to 30 people all crouching down while green goblin attached different bombs all over the place. It looked like he wasn't alone as there were some guards dressed in tactical suits pointing guns at the hostages. They lined them above and on the ground floor, each and every way. Suddenly, you see Peter get pushed toward the hostages with his hands up.

"Dammit Peter, what are you doing..." you whispered.

It looked like he was trying to negotiate with Osborn until suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, Daredevil appeared and began to take out the guys above the crowd. A slur escaped your mouth as you punched the skylight, instantly shattering it. Glass sprinkled above as you joined Daredevil in the firefight while Peter took care of Osborn and the guards below.

"So much for a surprise attack, red!!" You shouted, kicking one of the guards over the railing.

"You were taking too long," he grunted, throwing one of his butons across the way.

He jumped after it while you fought your way around. Before you could join Peter, Osborn took you by your ankle and threw you into the chandelier.

"Raven!" Peter shouted webbing Osborns hoverboard.

Daredevil looked in your direction and tried to get to you. However, his hands were too full to do anything. Some glass clipped some of your feathers and lodged into your arms. You bit your lip and began to free fall. Thinking quickly, your hand gripped one of the lights and swung your feet into Osborn's chest, knocking him to the floor below.

Black feathers fell as you flapped to get yourself back on the second floor. Suddenly, you see Peter and Osborn fight for a remote as the hostages struggle to get out of the building.

"Red!" You shouted.

He flipped the last guard on the second floor, knocking him out before he looked in your direction.

"Help Peter get the hostages out, I'll stall Osborn," before he could protest, you soared towards him and pushed both Peter and Osborn apart.

The remote they had been fighting for scattered away from their reach.

He looked up at you in surprise, "get the hostages out of here! Osborn's mine!" You shouted.

"Be careful!" Peter replied before webbing people out the door with Devilman behind him.

You turned back towards Osborn just before he gripped the remote. Out of the three of you, you were the only one to realize the goblin set up bombs.

"Don't do it, Norman!" you shouted before launching yourself at him.

Just as you grab him, his thumb finds the trigger and sets the place ablaze. The explosion sent the two of you flying as searing pain went through your shoulder. Your body tumbled across the velvety floor now surrounded by flames. The ringing in your ears distracted you as the goblin gets away once more. Your hand grips at the flooring while your hands try to drag their way up using a chair. Blood dripped from your shoulder and hands as you tried to pick yourself up. Suddenly, a strong pair of arms lift you up under your armpits. Through your blurry vision, you and the person helping you stumbled through the flames until the cool air hit your face.

"Raven, stay with me," it was Daredevil's voice that filled your ears.

"Red?" Your voice cracked as your eyes flicked up to him.

Dungeons and Dragons Commission

I've never actually drawn a bird, more or less an owl before so this was quite a challenge. BUT! I had a blast learning how to make it look like he had actual feathers. Plus, wings, wings are always fun to draw.

"The King"

After the late king of Cor Aurum passed the queen was forced to take over her husband position as "King." Incharge of ruling the humans part of the land which includes a part of the haunted forest, she took it with a peaceful hand unlike the last king. However, after the disappearance of her daughter she sent her oldest to look for her. After a long journey her son came back with a tuff of his sisters hair, confirming she had been killed by the monsters in Elementum Draconis.

This is Delila, a Spider Mimic tag team. She disguises herself as a normal half elf trying to lure an unexpected traveler with her web of lies. Once they are charmed she sprouts her second pair of eyes, arms, and teeth before pulling them into the hut shaped Mimic that the lovely spider dwels in. Sometimes she needs extra help from the Mimic hut. It will dig up its pair of four legs from the ground and toss their pray into its mouth where Delila resides giving them a total of eight arms, six eyes, and many teeth.

part 2