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When Wilson Fisk Alpha was the seemingly invincible mayor of Hell's Kitchen, evil consumed him. This was only in the eyes of the townspeople; in secret, he was an invincible, ruthless gang leader, capable of crushing anyone with his bare hands. His sole purpose was to capture the Demon of Hell's Kitchen, who stood in the way of his plans. So, he tasked his men with spying to uncover the demon's identity. After weeks of relentless investigation, they finally discovered it. When they told him that the Demon of Hell's Kitchen was none other than the blind lawyer, Matt Murdock, Wilson, who had heard the name many times but never met or even seen him, smiled that sly smile that foretold the imminent demise of the Demon of Hell's Kitchen.

Days after receiving the news, he decided to visit the lawyer's office to find out for himself.

He entered with his imposing presence, the Alpha's pheromones filling the room with power.

When he found someone, he asked about the blind lawyer. He was told that his office was at the end of the corridor. He thanked them politely, a gesture that belied his true intentions, and went on his way.

When he reached the door, he knocked and entered.

As soon as he stepped inside, a pungent aroma filled his nostrils. It was a mixture of vanilla, coffee, and the smell of rain—something mind-boggling. He knew the source of the scent was him. He was sitting there in his office, reading a paper in Braille. He was wearing only his glasses.

A voice broke his reverie.

"Hello, Mr. Fisk. I wasn't expecting you." He approached and extended his hand to shake his, and Fisk returned the greeting. He hadn't expected this man to be the devil of Hell's Kitchen—young, blind, and an omega, too.

Matt welcomed him and asked him to sit down. Not out of politeness! But he sensed that the man sitting before him harbored ill intentions. Nevertheless, he maintained his friendliness.

"I've heard a lot about you, lawyer. I came to pay a visit and get to know you better."

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Fisk."

Half an hour passed during this conversation and interview. Half an hour without Fisk taking his eyes off Matt. Half an hour studying his features. He hadn't expected the man he'd decided to arrest to be such a handsome Omega. But what aroused him most were his

lips; he wanted to kiss them and bite them hard, but he restrained himself.

Half an hour passed, and Matt felt uneasy about the man before him.

"I think I should leave now. Thank you for your hospitality, Attorney."

"You're welcome, Mr. Fisk."

"Mr. Matthew, I hope we meet again."

Matt smiled, but his heart wasn't at ease after Fisk's last sentence.

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Matt woke to a hand gently patting his stomach. It was Fisk, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You're awake. Welcome to your palace."

"Take me home."

"Ha ha ha, no, you're staying here. I've waited so long for this moment. Did you think I'd let it slip away? You need to understand something, and get it through your head. You're mine and mine alone, and we're getting married soon."

"No, no, no! I'm not yours, and I never will be. If this baby is what ties me to you, I'll kill it!" Matt was screaming hysterically. He felt Fisk's hands press down on the headboard. With one hand, he rained blows across Matt's face until he cried, blood streaming from his nose and lips.

"Listen to me carefully. Think about hurting the baby or aborting it. And I swear to you, I swear! One day, I'll kill your dear lawyer friend."

"You want to leave so badly? Then who was begging me to sleep with him last night?" "That's not true! I was under your control."

Wilson grabbed Matt's hair and yanked it so hard Matt groaned in pain. He leaned close to his ear and said,

"You're not coming back, and you're not getting rid of the baby. I told you before, and I'll say it again: you and the baby are mine."

He let go and left after making sure the door was locked. Matt collapsed onto his side, sobbing, screaming, and cursing.

He cursed the day he'd met Fisk a thousand times. One meeting had ruined his life. He lay on the bed for a while, shivering and weeping over his miserable fate. But then, suddenly!

A sharp pain shot through his body after his collapse. It was excruciating, unbearable. He rushed to the door and banged, hoping someone would open it.

He kept banging until he heard Fisk's heavy footsteps approaching.

As soon as the door opened, he collapsed unconscious into Fisk's arms. Fisk caught him quickly, not even waiting for him to hit the floor before lifting him up. He gently lifted him and laid him on the bed. He felt for his pulse on his wrist. It was quick. He took his phone from his pocket and called his assistant, James. The reply came: "James, I need the doctor here immediately." "Nothing! Just get the doctor."

Less than half an hour later, the doctor arrived. He approached the bed and set his medical bag aside. He didn't say a word, and neither did Fisk. He knew his job, and he knew Mr. Fisk didn't like being asked too many questions.

"His blood pressure is high. He's obviously been under a lot of stress, and that might be affecting him, especially..." "She's pregnant."

"Check the baby. I want to make sure he's okay."

Fisk wouldn't let him touch Matt's lower body.

He pulled back the blanket, revealing Matt's swollen belly. He placed the stethoscope on Matt's stomach and listened to the baby's heartbeat.

After a few moments,

"The baby is fine, and his heartbeat is good."

He packed his tools in his bag to leave, but before he could,

"Mr. Fisk, there's something I don't think you or Mr. Matt know."

"What is it?" "The baby's heartbeats weren't one, but two. Twins. Mr. Matt is pregnant with twins."

Fisk stood frozen, stunned by the news. He'd thought it was one baby, not two. But even so, the news brought him immense joy. Now Matt was bound to him.

With two children, he couldn't run away.

Meanwhile, on the other side, where Matt had heard the doctor's words, he curled up on his side, crying silently so as not to wake Fisk. But after a few moments, he felt Fisk sitting on the edge of the bed. He felt him stroke his hair, his fingers brushing his cheek. He felt him coming closer, his warm breath on his neck. He kissed him there, inhaling his scent. "It's over. You're mine." "You, the children, and Daredevil are mine alone."

Matt couldn't contain himself and burst into tears. He sobbed uncontrollably, and Fisk pulled him close, holding him in his strong arms.

After a while, Matt's breathing calmed, while Fisk's hand—Fisk, who had been stroking his hair—remained in his arms.

He couldn't understand how someone like him could be so cruel, so violent, and so tender all at once.

"Are they okay?" Matt asked, his voice hoarse from sobbing and shouting.

"They're fine," the doctor said, "but he said you need more care and rest."

He whispered close to Matt's ear and kissed it as he finished speaking.

"And I'll take care of you."

"Please don't hurt Foggy and Karen."

"I won't, as long as you're here. You're mine."

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A new chapter and some exciting events are coming tonight or tomorrow 🤭

chapter → Sixth

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Fisk couldn't believe what had happened when he went to the bar and drank. He couldn't believe what had happened when he went on his usual nightly rounds and got into fights with this person and that. He couldn't believe what had happened when he overworked himself. He couldn't believe what had happened when he deliberately starved himself several times.

And he ended up in bed, exhausted and weary. Not from what he had done, but from Fisk's own words that wouldn't leave his head.

He prayed to God that it was all a nightmare and that he would wake up from it.

And he did the same thing again when he went to the bar and drank, and at that moment someone almost cornered him, but he ignored them. (Haha, Murdock died, Omega Wilson Fisk, pregnant with his child.)

And when he returned that night, staggering drunk, he found a voicemail. He thought it was from Fuji or Karen, but it was from him. "Matthew! Are you crazy? Are you trying to kill the baby? I swear I'll come and arrest you if you do it again."

The second message: "The person who tried to touch you... is no longer here."

The third message: "Matthew, you have no idea how much I miss you. Why don't you come to me and we get married? I want more children with you."

Each message was like a seed of fear being planted inside him. Not just of Fisk, but of the world that would crumble, and of Karen and Fuji, who would be hurt by Fisk. He was a possessive, obsessive man who wouldn't let Matt go to anyone. All he could do was cry to comfort himself.

As the days passed, the messages became deeper, more dangerous, and more controlling.

"Matthew, don't talk to him."

"Matthew, stop walking around shirtless."

"Matthew, stop touching your stomach. He's here." He'll be here soon.

"Matthew, what should we name our son?"

But these messages were unbearably disturbing. Fisk was beginning to control him remotely.

On a rainy night, with the wind and rain lashing against the windows, Matt lay on his side, his hand resting gently on his stomach. This had become a recurring habit for days, ever since he'd sat down on the sofa. Silence filled the room until he heard the faint beating of a small heart. He began to hear it coming from inside him.

He couldn't bring himself to hurt it. Instead, he chose to protect it, to shield it from Fisk and from himself, to give it love and security.

...

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He was somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, but he could clearly hear the rain. Suddenly, he felt someone sit up on the bed. He felt a hand gently stroke his hair, but then the hand moved abruptly to his stomach and rested there.

He sat up suddenly, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat.

He didn't know if he was dreaming or if it was real.

But he could still feel the warmth of that hand on his stomach.

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crazy in love - Chapter 1 - 96nebula20 - Daredevil (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

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Two weeks had passed since that encounter, two weeks, and Matt hadn't left Fisk's mind. He thought about him constantly. He was so distracted that even Wesley noticed. All the plans and promises to catch Daredevil paled in comparison to that handsome face he'd seen and admired. He wanted to meet him again, to sit with him, to hear his voice, to see his laughter, to hug him, kiss him, to brand him. All those thoughts were driving him crazy. He'd never had a companion before, not even when he married and divorced Vanessa. But Matt was different, special. He wanted him, wanted to keep him all to himself, away from the eyes of the world and everyone, even his friends Karen and Foggy.

Every night he dreamt of him.

He would take him, caressing his skin, his entire body, kissing him, marking him. This marking was what drove him mad. The very thought of it filled him with longing and screamed, "Mine!"

But he knew that madness in this situation wouldn't help. Instead, he planned and thought of another encounter.

When Matt, who was distracted from his day and work because of that encounter that hadn't left his mind, saw Fisk's eyes watching him, scrutinizing every detail of his body, he was terrified. Fisk was examining him from head to toe like a predator intently watching its prey. His confusion and anxiety were noticed by Foggy and Karen. When asked if he was alright, he would reply, "I'm fine. Everything is alright."

When night fell and he was on his way back to his apartment, he heard footsteps, even though no one else was on the street. He turned into a corner leading to an alley.

He walked in different directions until He lost track of the footsteps, or perhaps even the person he was following.

1:22 AM

He moves from building to building, listening to the sounds.

A child cries from one house.

A couple argues in another building.

The loud TV blares from the neighboring building.

He hears them talking. He tilts his head as he listens.

A shipment of contraband is coming, to be delivered to someone whose name he doesn't know, only the nickname "Alpha Boss."

He heads towards the location and upon arrival, hides near one of the trucks, listening to their conversation.

"I think it's the scheduled delivery time."

"Yes, and we'll finish this."

"Wait a moment!" "What?"

"I smell an Omega here."

Matt cursed himself a hundred times for this situation; his fever was about to start.

"Little Omega, come out of hiding. We won't hurt you. We'll just have fun with you."

But he didn't enjoy the punch he received. He looked up at him as he whistled.

"Oh, where did that cutie come from? Your body looks delicious. See? I told you we'd have fun."

Then, a flurry of punches and blows from Daredevil surrounded him. They all stepped forward to deliver punches and blows to the Omega. After a while, they were all lying on the ground, battered. He stood up, panting, a cut running down the side of his lip. He stepped towards the one who was barely able to get up and

grabbed him by the shirt, growling,

"Tell your master that this city is mine, and that Omega won't show you any mercy."

He slammed him to the ground. And he left.

He was returning to his apartment, skipping from one building to another, remembering Stick's words to him long ago: "Get up and fight! What kind of Omega are you when an Alpha tries to hit you? Get up and fight like a man, not an Omega. Be the man inside you."

After a while, he entered his apartment and immediately collapsed onto his couch, panting and trying to catch his breath.

In the morning, when he went to his office, Fuji noticed the cut and bruises on his face.

"Hey, what happened to you? Were you in an accident?"

"I'm fine, Foggy. Don't worry. I fell on my way back yesterday."

"You don't look like you fell. It's like someone hit you!" "Ah, Matt, are you okay? What happened to you?"

"Foggy Karen! I'm fine. It was just an accident. I didn't fall. I just got into a fight with some drunk guy in the street, but I'm fine. Everything's alright."

While working, Matt was preoccupied with the one they called "Alpha Boss." He felt things were getting very bad in the city.

Meanwhile, when they broke the news to Fisk about the attack that had occurred, which was caused by Daredevil, and the words they relayed to him from that Omega,

they thought he would order them to find him, capture him, and punish him.

But the opposite happened. They thought he was angry because they had failed in the mission, but he was furious, very angry, shouting and roaring at them.

"Mine! Mine belongs to me alone. No one has the right." "If he strikes him, if he touches a hair on his head, it's mine, mine alone, and no one else's. Let this city know!"

He unleashed his fury on the place and everything in it. He couldn't bear the thought of someone taking what belonged only to him, and Mordock was his alone.

A feeling crept into Matt mind that something terrible was about to happen, something that would turn his life upside down.

To be continued...