Matt Murdock As A Dad Would Include...
Request: Just seeing a couple of your HC’s of Marvel dads (AG’s was by far my fav) how about we imagine our beloved Catholic boi Matt Murdock as a father. Because for real this guy DESERVES happiness in his life goddamnit!!!
The way my mind exploded with this request @mirkwoodshewolf HE DESERVES TO BE HAPPY!!! If you enjoy please help me out and leave a comment! 🥺
(I do not own Daredevil or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @cellophaine.)
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- Okay, we have to start this off by saying that not only would Matt Murdock be t h e BEST dad, I feel like he would always try his hardest to be the funniest dad. He knows what it feels like to grow up with loss and fear and guilt and loneliness, with his dad’s death and his mother… well, that’s a story for a certain nun to tell you in the future. So he always tries his best to make sure that his child is as happy as they can be in that moment.
- He never really felt like he deserved a family??? With the whole Devil inside of him and God never speaking to him he’s felt that his whole life has been some kind of limbo and that he never deserved anything except the pain he wrought upon himself. But then Foggy came along and proved him wrong, and then Karen, and then YOU and then his S O N oh my god??? You can bet that when he finally found out you were pregnant he was a full on mess.
- The two of you were just chilling on his sofa in sweats one afternoon. He was grumbling against your forehead about the Frank Castle case, his arm wrapped around your side and stroking up and down your arm. But then he froze. Just complete shock taking over his body as he leant his head down towards you to try and focus on the small thudding noise that was coming from your midriff. When he finally realised the sound was a heartbeat… a heartbeat… you honestly thought he was about to conk out on you. Eyes wide as they traced down towards your stomach, chin still stuck heavy against the top of your head and fingers clenching into your bicep.
- And then he started blubbering - full on crimson eyes squeezed shut as the thunderstorm in his soul bloomed fell blossom through his eyelids. You have to spend the night with him tucked up, knee to chest against your stomach. His face is just squished into the skin as he uses his fingers to clunkily raise your shirt, just closing his eyes and listening. Although he seems still, his arm is shaking as you rest a hand on it and just let him know that it’s okay. He doesn’t have to be afraid. He doesn’t have to be anyone other than Matt Murdock.
- He begins to understand, now, why people pray. Why they put their faith in something other than themselves. Because, by lord, all his adulation belongs to the tiny baby growing just inches away from his sniffling nose.