#dark!matt

ddba s1!matt who leans more into his sadistic urges with the reader, since he doesn't have access to his usual escapades. him getting rougher as weeks go by, maybe paranoid, anxious and thus controlling as well, so the reader stays home for longer and more often :333 ughhhh, love the idea of him losing his marbles a bit :33 and also the gradual stockholm syndrom, perchance? if that interests you :))

dark!matt they could never make me hate you

tw kidnapping, abusive/controlling dynamics, mentions of physical assault, dark!matt, etc. ddne!!! (also this got away from me omg 1.3k words)

haii theo :3... "IF THAT INTERESTS ME"???? it is all i can ever think about at all times.......... thank you for these delicious thoughts. your brain is always a joy to pick.

not spoiling my whole wip so here's something a little different from it but oh my goodness, the foresight you've had with sadistic, increasingly paranoid ddba s1!matt. while he's had many many crashouts in canon, this side of him still felt a little underexplored to me :P (where are his auditory hallucinations and increasingly risky behaviours 😭🤲 (that are more out of the ordinary than the standard matt murdock risky behaviours......))

i adore the idea of this with a sort of hyperindependent reader, someone who's always taken care of herself and has always had to, who bristles first and pushes back against matt's every paternalistic, borderline condescending "let me handle it," etc... then eventually welcoming the change of pace, slowly allowing another person to take care of you for once and weather your fickle nature, and you think oh, maybe it's nice to have someone who shows up after all, who knows where you are, who you know won't leave like anyone else. :)

meanwhile, on matt's sadistic tendencies aka that addiction to anger and that need to hurt... like what we saw in the defenders, taking a break from daredevil has him already suffering from all these withdrawal symptoms thanks to going cold turkey on the mask, not to mention the loss of his two closest friends and loves of his life. without even the outlet of daredevil to loosen him up and get all that energy going, to hurt for "good reasons," all it does is ossify into more paranoia and abandonment issues. he can try to exercise reasoning, but the fact of the matter is—he's realizing that historically, whatever or whoever it is he loves either gets taken from him or leaves. interestingly though, even after all that suffering post the beginning of ddba s1, already having grown bitter and cynical, he never loses his faith (such a catholic lol) because there is quite literally nothing else to hold on to.

so when the reader falls into his life, it feels to him like god's finally extending him an olive branch, a second chance he doesn't deserve but is absolutely not giving back. maybe he, too, tries to be sensible at first just like you. isn't it moving too fast? aren't you too young for him? he tries to think with his head, or with his (weakened) values at the very least— but at this point, he's already too partial to his own impulses, and god, this blunt, fresh, vibrant earnestness that you have is so endearing to him.

he doesn't like thinking about it too much, but if put to the light, a big part of it is how unmoored you are, too. to love someone already fully-put together is different; but to have someone he can see his younger self in (with how hostile and closed off you are to the world initially) that he can guide and still help grow—to turn out better than he did—tugs at those heartstrings of his, that sense of justice and righteousness and that nasty savior complex rearing its head.

it's to the point that he unexpectedly gets way too entangled with you at a pace even he doesn't expect. until losing you is already unthinkable to him at that point. he'll fight tooth and nail to double down now, grip tighter, whatever; he's learned his lesson.

and maybe for a few months it really is all idyllic sunshines and rainbows. maybe you are, for all intents and purposes, happy.

i’m sorry i’m late, sweetie, i got tied up at work. you know how these clients can be.

i just bumped into something, don’t worry about it. come kiss me, i had a long day.

scars? what scars? shhh, just keep riding my thigh, just like that.

what? sorry, i wasn’t listening. i was too busy thinking about how good your mouth feels

it must be your lipstick. you know there’s no one who could make me feel as good as you do

i know you’re tired but think about how i feel. all these late nights at the office… i could really blow off some steam

shh, baby, don’t cry. i’m sorry, daddy’s sorry, okay? let me make it up to you. you like my fingers, don’t you?

you’re always such a good girl for me. you never whine, never complain. i don’t deserve you

Dark!Matt- Matt is quiet, brooding, and mysterious—Arctic Monkeys and black cat energy. He observes more than he speaks, but when he does, it matters. Loyal, sharp-witted, and secretly soft beneath the walls he builds.

New au’s for my series dropping soon…

romans. by @clints-lucky-arrow

Sam Holt was the Yellow Lion’s pilot and was killed with the other Paladins. Allura is a dedicated leader and believes she can best serve the team by piloting the castle ship. Pidge is reluctant, because of her dad’s death, but she pilots the green lion. She still goes with Shiro to get it, and the team still thinks she’s a boy. But Alteans don’t care much about gender roles, so she never really thinks to correct them.

Meanwhile, Haggar is a lot more fierce in this universe. The Galra are more ferocious and have a violent mastermind as their tactician. The team dubs him “The Chessmaster.” Overall, there’s a lot more “running and trying to establish base but constantly being hunted down” then in the main universe, because of how cunning the Chessmaster is. There’s also a mysterious figure usually in the shadows whenever Haggar is around. Shiro has memories of him but his PTSD makes it hard to recall anything useful.

Because of this, it takes longer for Shiro to get his bayard and the team to incapacitate Zarkon. It still happens, but because Pidge is an Altean pilot, she figures out the Shiro clone situation much, much sooner and Allura is able to remedy things. Also, Haggar is asked by the Galra generals if Prince Lotor should be summoned. Haggar scoffs and says that Honerva’s son is useless, but her son will be able to lead them to victory. The shadow figure steps forward and kneels, stating that he’s ready to do as his mother requires.

This universe is darker and team Voltron struggles a lot with gaining their footing. The Chessmaster spreads anti-Voltron propaganda that actually works, and the team has a hard time getting alien societies to trust them. It’s made worse by the fact that anti-Altean messages have been reinforced since Altea was destroyed, so the team tries to hide the fact that one of their pilots is Altean and not human. It’s difficult enough getting people to listen to Allura, their non-pilot Altean leader.

Lotor actually joins up with Voltron in this universe. Because of “Haggar’s Son,” he was pretty much completely cast aside by Zarkon at a young age. He had a nanny but was never given any real power and mostly grew up isolated and alone. When he became an adult, he tried to further his mother’s research in power sources, and he got trapped in the belly of a Weblum for thousands of years until Keith saved him. So basically, he has emotional baggage but he’s not crazy like his main universe counterpart.

Things go a bit better with Lotor on their side, but the sucker punch really comes when Allura and Pidge find out who the new prince and the Chessmaster are. Back when Altea was destroyed, Matt and Coran were put in the sleep pods. But they set the timers to last only a few minutes. They then snuck out, against Alfor’s orders, in a last ditch attempt to sabotage the Galra fleet and save everyone. But Haggar caught them.

Seeing Matt, a talented young man with so much potential who felt very familiar to her warped mind, she decided to take him as her son. This, of course, meant he needed many....modifications. Revisions to both his mental state and his body. It was similar with Coran, whom she had once loved like a brother. He became her Chessmaster. Their fates were worse than death, and discovering the truth crushes Allura and Pidge.

More prompts by @deniigi ! This time its "You saw nothing." Also as a heads up, this one's courtesy of Dark!Matt.

"Matt, I have to go!" Foggy gestured wildly about.

"You could get hurt!"

"I'll be okay! You can't keep thinking there are demons around every corner."

"I can't let you get hurt." Tears were welling up in Matt's eyes.

"I have to. It's for our client. She's counting on us."

"I won't let you." Matt's voice deepened, touching on the Daredevil growl.

"What are you going to do, make me?"

"I don't want to."

"But you'll try." Foggy rolled his eyes, and made for the door.

Matt grabbed his wrist. "Please."

Foggy jerked his hand away. He went to grab the doorknob.

That was the wrong thing to do. Matt pounced. He grabbed both of Foggy's hands and forced his arms behind his back, drawing Foggy into a hug, burying his face into Foggy's neck. Foggy felt tears soak into his shirt, and Matt whispering please please please.

Foggy thrashed against Matt, trying to break Matt's grip, but it was useless. Then Foggy screamed.

"Foggy, Foggy, please, stop screaming," Matt said as he gagged Foggy with his pocket square. Matt removed his tie, then used it to tie Foggy's hands together.

Then Foggy started to cry.

"Please, please, please don't cry." Matt brushed away the tears. He then hoisted up Foggy on his shoulder. Foggy attempted to kick and knee at Matt, but it was like kicking a stone wall. Matt then sat Foggy down on his bed, grabbing his legs, and picking a belt off the floor, bound Foggy's legs together.

Matt went back to hugging Foggy, running his fingers through his hair. "I can't let you go, I can't let you get hurt," Matt muttered, as if that made any of this okay. And then, louder, more sincere. "I'm sorry." They sat like that for a while, Foggy sobbing, Matt absentmindedly running his fingers through Foggy's hair.

Then a knock came from the door.

Foggy wanted to scream at whoever it was to run. Matt was dangerous, and Foggy didn't want anyone else getting caught up in this. Matt got up, leaving Foggy on his bed, and opened the door.

"Hey Karen. What's up?" That made it worse. She needed to run. Karen wouldn't run, though.

"I'm supposed to be meeting with Foggy right now. What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for Foggy." Lying bastard. Foggy was here already, just a bit tied up at the moment.

Karen's footsteps echoed against the hardwood floor, bringing her into the living room, and then, she turned.

"What the fuck?!" She shouted.

Foggy and her made eye contact. She started walking over to him. Foggy tried to convey to her that Matt had finally snapped, to go away, get away, she can't fight Matt on her own.

But Matt had snuck up behind her, pulled her away from the room, then closed the door. His eyes did their best to meet Karen.

Karen cleared her throat, then spoke, measuredly. "Matt, why is Foggy tied up in his own bedroom?"

Matt turned his head away. "You saw nothing."