#darefist

A daily reminder that we are blessed.

Jessica, without looking up from her whiskey: He said he’d fuck you if you asked.

Are we watching the same show?

Hiya~ You get to be my 100000~ ‘hey guys I’m back for a little while’ ficlet. Also I love Danny/Matt and have also read everything with all of them.... Or at least I had back before the Daredevil series came out.... and then of course with the Iron Fist series due out soon there may be a whole lot more now than there was back three or four years ago... But I digress. I love Matt/Danny, especially when you throw Luke and possible Jessica in there as well. (I’ll always prefer Danny/Luke, I’m sorry I can’t help it they’re super shippy in their new comic series). Matt woke up alone. For a second, just a second, he worried. Like a normal person would if they woke up to find their boyfriend gone at 3am on a Sunday night in Hell’s Kitchen. Then he spread out his awareness and less than a second later he picked up on Danny’s heartbeat, echoing steadily, slowly, on the roof above him. Matt sighed to himself and wondered if he really needed the extra few hours of sleep that staying in bed would afford him. After all, he could still see everything Danny was doing up there anyway. His K’un-L’un version of Tai Chi, moving meditation of slow breathing and soft movement, probably wasn’t the best time to interrupt him anyway. And for what? A hushed, half conversation? To be close enough to feel Danny’s warmth? To prompt a smile from him that Matt couldn’t even see anyway, backed by darkness that framed a skyline that was just echos for him? But Matt was a selfish daredevil, so he slipped out of bed and jumped out of the window, easily contorting himself to reach the roof. Danny’s heart didn’t flicker at all. “You should be in bed,” he chided. Matt raised an eyebrow and in his best lawyer voice, he retorted, “so should you.” Danny broke out of his pose with a snort, turning to grin at his lover as he ran a hand through his ungainly hair. Matt caught the scent of incense from him as he smiled back, his stomach curling pleasantly as he knew he had achieved at least one of his goals for dragging his beaten body out of bed once again. “I was restless,” Danny said. “When are you not?” Matt replied, before adding, “and I know when you’re lying.” Danny shrugged easily and stepped up to kiss Matt on the nose. “I got a call from one of my investors.” He shrugged again. “Didn’t want to wake you.” Matt frowned at him. “I didn’t hear anything.” “That’s how I know you were tired.” Danny’s hands were resting on Matt’s hips and he tapped his fingers against his bare skin easily. “Now come back to bed or I’ll carry you there myself.” Matt tutted but turned back to the edge of the roof - he knew from experience what arguing with Danny got him. Before he jumped off, Danny’s hands caught his hips again and pulled him back against his chest so that he could kiss Matt’s neck gently. “Goodnight Matt.”“You could join me,” Matt replied with the slightest lowering of his voice. Danny snorted against his skin. “I have to finish the set you so rudely interrupted first.”“And then?” “And then.” Danny confirmed.

Ok but Matt Murdock’s extra-sensitive hearing picking up on someone unbuttonning their shirt must be the hottest thing ever. The distinct drag of fabric, fingers either fumbling with buttons or popping them one by one, slow and steady. Sometimes the gesture is confident, some other times maddeningly hesitant and Matt always takes great pleasure reading minute clues to find out which one it is exactly.