What are your thought+feelings on the Matt/Elektra during this one? Because, whoo boy, did they hit me hard.
OOF, SAME. When she curls up in his bed? And then her dream??? UGH, JUST LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE.
Matt/Elektra was one of the few things the show really spent time exploring (the others being Matt + Jessica, which was great, and Danny’s purpose/feelings, which was terrible nonsense) and I thought it landed really well. Part of that is down to Elodie’s strength as an actor, and even with that I wish she’d shaken off the zombie thing earlier. But I love that her plotline revolved around her taking back her agency from the two people who’d used her in their war (I have a LOT of Elektra + Stick feelings but also, like, stab him, Ellie, he deserves it).
I’m also endlessly fascinated by how mutually self-destructive and tunnel-visioned she and Matt get around each other. Destroy Manhattan to get enough dragon bone (I…guess???) to make Matt immortal! Make out with your girlfriend under a collapsing building even though there is literally no reason not to a) leave and b) NOT BLOW UP THE BUILDING! Get filthy and rub your faces on each other because you’re both so fucked up and depressed you can’t think of anything better than dying together in the Most Extra Way Possible! It’s so toxic and bad for them but I love it and I can’t look away.
Anyway I am outraged forever that we don’t have an Elektra show coming, and I would love to see these two spending some time apart after all this nonsense and reaching a point similar to where they are in the comics, where they will always love each other but it’s something that’s very much in the past for both of them and not making them do crazy things anymore.
requested: lol no, this came to me in a daydream hehe
Plotline: Single dad CEO!luke running into problems with his ex-wife.
A/N: this was supposed to be short haha, it’s kinda long. I just got this idea while studying and couldn’t stop thinking about it until I wrote it :3
feedback is very much welcomed lovelies :)
Jumping out of the black tinted BMW in a
scurry, Luke dashed into the daycare center, only sparing his driver a little
nod of his head. His legs led him through the all too familiar corridors, eyes
frantically glancing at every classroom, his beating heart only calming down as
he spotted an anxious figure at the end of the hall.
“Hey” he breathed out, his lungs still
recovering from his previous run. “You called, what’s wrong?” Luke had received
an urgent call during a meeting, his body bolting out of the building the
minute he read the caller ID, before he could even comprehend what was going
“Yeah I did. Luke, it’s about your ex-wife.”
you carefully informed him, your eyes gauging his reaction to the spoken words.
Luke’s whole demeanor changed at the mention of the word ‘ex’, the usually composed
and poised CEO coming baffled.
You had known, of course; everyone knew. It
was no secret to the rest of the globe how two of the most successful CEO’s in
the business world turned their divorce into an all out war. It was a sickening
scene really; how she had fought to get as much profit as she could from the
separation, pursuing alimony and attempting to get a precentage of the
financial shares of his own company, hiring a team of lawyers in the process as
if it were her only purpose in life. She had fought for the financial outcome
of the divorce much harder than the custody of Jace, their one year old son.
Luke was well aware as soon as she had filed for divorce that she was coldly
aiming at tearing his company down; the company he had worked hard for, the
company he had started from scratch as he first began as a simple employee who
was barely making the minimal wage.
Unlike his previous spouse, Hemmings.Inc
wasn’t handed to him on a golden plate from his father. He had gotten where he
was through hard work and restless labor, making his name known to every
businessman out there. It was given that the divorce and the following lawsuits
filed by his ex could severely damage everything he had worked hard to uphold;
and it nearly did. But his enterprise had made it through, and he was able to
bring everything back where it was, maybe even more successful than before.
had known about everything; how he had struggled to bring his business back to
life all while juggling the new single-parent life he found himself thrown
into; how he had suffered through the first few months, breaking down every now
and then as the weight he was bearing became agonizingly heavy for him to hold
up by himself. The single parent life wasn’t something he chose, nor was it
something he wished for his child. Although it was notable that if anything,
the divorce had at least been beneficial for Jace, as he no longer had to live
in the poisonous atmosphere caused by the conflicts his parents faced.
You had known all of that; but unlike the
rest, it wasn’t through gossip sites or boldly printed headlines; it was through
a candle-lit dinner with Luke, the composure in which he spoke making you
wonder if he had anticipated the question.
Meeting you had been the epitome of
hapiness and alleviation, not only because the Daycare you maintained had been
delightfully indulgent when it came to his tight –and not always suitable-
schedule, but mainly because of the relief you had brought into his life.
couldn’t possibly deny how much of a mess he had been, completely clueless on
what to do or how to even start. He had been more than ecstatic to have gained
full custody over Jace, however the sleepless nights he had been through as the
little toddler cried out for his mother had brought him over the edge. He often
found himself crying along with his son in the early morning hours, fully aware
that a hard day of work was awaiting him yet unable to stop the heartbroken
sobs that rocked his body, not even after the crying child had fallen asleep.
And when you came along, he had already fallen deeply into a perpetual cycle
that almost tore him apart.
Maybe it was the support you had offered
him as he broke down one early morning whilst dropping Jace, looking like an
absolute mess, that lead him into trusting you.
Indeed, you had been expecting
some kind of turbulence once you had realised that the new enrolled toddler’s
last name was Hemmings. What you hadn’t predicted, though, was a 6’4 businessman
breaking down in a miniature child chair; his longs legs tugged uncomfortably
as he furiously wiped his tear-stained face.
You had been the one to carefully listen to his heartbreaking struggles,
providing him with the support he –oh so desperately- needed, helping him see
the light at the end of the tunnel. The mutual attraction was not hard to miss;
even your co-workers and his employees could tell. And although you had both
agreed that no relationship could be pursued between the two of you until Jace
was no longer in your care, you were both eager to know more about each other,
the unspoken care you two held for the other growing deeper with every passing
day. And as Jace was nearing three years old, he would soon be out of your
Daycare, moving into Kindergarten.
In the end of the day, Luke was finally
able to get his mind back into work, feeling at ease that you of all people
were taking care of his son.
And now, a year and half after the most
aggravating event in Luke’s life, she was back once again. The woman that had
broken his heart and tore apart his family and business, disturbing the
peaceful harmony he had managed to sustain.
“What about her?” Luke asked, trying to get
a grip and understand furthermore.
“She came in almost an hour ago –I don’t even
know how she got the address. She wants to take Jace with her, but I
tried to explain that since there was no information regarding her in the
registration papers, it’s against policy to let her take him.”
There had been
no mention of Jace’s mother in the papers Luke had filled; he had listed his
parents and even hers, yet her space had been left blank. You had been
considerate, fully aware of his difficult situation, so you didn’t try and push
it any further.
“I wouldn’t have called, I shouldn’t
have called. But she wouldn’t stop screaming and the kids were getting scared…
I-I wanted to call your secretary first but I didn’t have your office number-”
“Hey” Luke shushed you, raising his hands
to rest them over your shoulders, his thumbs soothingly rubbing your shoulder
blades. “You did the right thing by calling me.” He knew for a fact that it was
near impossible for anyone else to convince his ex, him being entirely
conscious of her character. For a second, he even started doubting if he
could handle the situation at hand.
“Come on, lead the way.” Luke instucted,
his eyes reassuring you that he was already planning what to do.
As requested, you lead him into the back
office, warily opening the door for him to come in. There she stood, right in
front of him, in all of her fanciness and smugness, shouting at the
receptionnist who was trying to keep her cool.
Luke’s mind lead him back into
their first encounter, recalling the star-struck feeling he got as he laid his
eyes on her. He had been charmed by her beauty and grace, instantly forming an
ideal perception of her. It was his first time falling in love, his first time
handing over his heart completely to someone else; his first time having his
entire being shattered like broken glass.
He had been blind, totally ignoring
everyone else’s concern about getting married at a young age. He wasn’t worried
about any of that, he was in love with her and they both could understand each
other as they made money the same way; working in their respective companies.
And not even the unplanned pregnancy could change his mind; a child with the
woman he loved seemed so delightful at the time.
That being until he realised
how much of a fool he had been to not understand that the whole marriage was
nothing but a business deal for his spouse, all in the purpose of merging the
companies and increasing the profit. Their marriage had already been condemned
to fail by the time he had finally opened his eyes to see that the love was
one-sided, and that the angelic idea he had of his wife was no where near true.
“Ma’am, I am not allowed to let someone
pick up a child without the consent of his legal guardian.” The receptionist
explained once again, growing very tired as the shouting hadn’t stopped for an
“For the hundred’th time; I am not
‘someone’, I am his mother!” Jane, Jace’s mother, screamed the words venomously
at the worker, her manicured and red tinted forefinger pointing at her.
receptionist’s relieved eyes met yours as you sent her away with a nod towards
the door. It was very clear that the situation needed privacy, even you were
thinking about leaving the two alone. As if reading your mind; Luke turned his
head to face you, shooting you a reassuring smile before turning back to face
“Ah! Finally the legal guardian arrives!
Now would you please tell them that I’m allowed to pick up my damned child if I
wished? Honestly, what kind of place is this?” she huffed angrily, her eyes
staring at her ex-husband.
“Jane, you are allowed to pick up Jace; but
on the visiting hours the court decided. The visiting hours you have completely
disregarded for the past 10 months, may I remind you?” Luke’s hand
uncousciously moved to loosen his tie, the unplanned encounter with his ex
turning out to be far stressful than anticipated.
“Look, I am in no way trying to take your
son away from you; I could never. But you’re not giving me much to work with,
and barging into his daycare to take him without a court order is definitely
Luke leaned back on the desk behind him, his right hand sliding
into the pocket of his dress pants as the other rubbed his eyes in frustration.
Business he could do, parenting he could handle, but fighting with her wasn’t
something he could take. It only brought up old memories that had poisoned his
mind for a long while, memories that had only stopped tormenting him after
Before Jane could shoot her comeback, the
door cracked open revealing a crying Jace. He had been shaken up the entire
morning due to the screaming, instantly seeking the comfort of his father as
soon as he had heard his voice.
An incoherent babble of words escaped his pouty
lips, the two and half year old still struggling with his words. At the mention
of the word “ma ma”, a proud smile appeared on Jane’s face, feeling victorious
in a way.
The proud smile instantly dropped into a nasty scowl upon realizing
that Jace was running into your arms intead of hers. You picked up the toddler,
rocking him in your arms to sooth him.
It wasn’t unusual for him to call you
‘mama’ or ‘m’my’; you were the one taking care of him whilst his daddy was at
work. More so, you were the one Luke would call late at night when Jace
wouldn’t stop crying or when his tempature was worryingly high; you were the
one to dress him in that spare hoodie you always had when Luke hadn’t predicted
the sudden change in the weather; you were the one taking him back to your
place when his father would stay in his office until unholy hours. You weren’t
complaining though, your actions were driven by the love you beared for the two
“So that’s what this is about?” Jane let
out a wicked, dry laugh, “You didn’t want to hand me my son because you somehow
believe you could ever replace me? Honey, don’t get too caught up in your
You stood right in your place, arms still
holding up Jace who was fisting your shirt, his burning forehead resting in the
crook of your neck, feeling intimidated with every click of her designer heels
as she stepped closer to you.
Luke however, didn’t seem to lose his composure,
his eyes not leaving her as he adressed you; “Why don’t you take Jace out to
the playground for a while?”
“Come on muffin, let’s go play!” You cooed
at Jace, stepping out of the tense atmosphere. Setting the child down so he
could play, you took a step back as you watched him. As much as you tried to drown
out the nervous feeling welling up in your stomach, you couldn’t. Your mind was
caught up in the discussion happening back in the room, wondering where it
would leave not only her and Luke, but also you and him.
It was past your closing time, and all the
workers and kids had already left, leaving only you and Jace in the playground.
Your ears picked up the sound of foot steps coming closer to where you stood.
“Hey” Luke breathed out, sitting down on
the bench to join you.
“Is she gone..?” you trailed off, watching
as Luke bobbed his head as a yes. Nodding your head along, you looked back to
Jace, not knowing if you should ask more questions or just leave it be.
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t create more
trouble in the future.” Luke affirmed, making you direct your attention towards
him again. His appearance was much different than it was when he first came in;
his gelled hair was pushed back from running his anxious hands through it, his suit
no longer neatly ironed as usual, his eyes looking tired as ever.
“About what she said before,” Luke began,
his eyes glancing at his son instead of yours, “You’re in no way a replacement
for her. You’re nothing like her; if anything, you’re more of a mother figure
to Jace than she ever was.”
The last words were spitten angrily, the collected
personna he had managed to keep in front of his ex wearing down for he knew that
he could strip himself in front of you, the composed façade no longer needed.
As strong as Luke pried himself to be, you could tell that the encounter had
brought back the doubts that had surrounded him during the first lonely months.
That pained you. Why does he have to torment himself for things she caused?
“You’re doing an amazing job” You mumbled,
leaning your head on his shoulder, your arms wrapping around his waist in an
attempt to shield him from his demons that had resurfaced. “Jace is by far the
loveliest kid I have ever encountered; he’s really sweet and well-mannered.”
You lifted your head from where it rested, bringing
your hand to his cup his face and turning it gently so he faced you, speaking
every word clearly for him to hear; “He has an amazing, hardworking, and
ridiculously handsome father. He takes so much after him, and I couldn’t be any
A fond smile adorned Luke’s face at your words, his hands wrapping
around you to bring you into a warm hug, his lips tenderly pecking your temple.
You found yourself curling your arms around him, enjoying his warmth and the
scent of his cologne.
“Wait! Shouldn’t you be back to work?” your
head shot up at the thought, Luke chuckling at your behavior.
cleared the whole day. So what do you say the three of us go somewhere no one
His proposal was quickly met with your
excited smile, your head vigorously nodding.
“Come my little prince” you called
out for Jace, who shot his head up from the sea of toys he was playing with,
finally noticing the presence of his father.
“Daddy” he squealed, jumping into
his father’s open arms; giggling as Luke kissed him and playfully rubbed his
scruffy jawline against his cheek. Jace
was –predictabely- such a daddy’s boy, and the joy adorning his face was an incredible sight to witness.
From afar, the three of you looked like the
perfect family. And you truly were, albeit there was no blood tie connecting you.