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The Nelson clan loves a big wedding, ok? The flowers and the vows and the speeches and the open bar afterwards - they're always looking forward to the next one. And Nelson's... well, they tend to fall in love hard and marry young. They're lucky like that.

Everyone's wondering when Foggy's going to get married. They may or may not be subtly hinting at it every time he meets up with them. And Foggy does, he really does want to get married. The only problem is, he's never told his family that he's bi.

Or that he wants to marry Matt.

Prompt can be angsty (Foggy actually has to come out to his family before springing it on them that 'Guys I'm going to ask Matt to marry me, yeah my roommate and lawyer partner boyfriend Matt' and they're a little... taken aback) or not (they've always known Matt and Foggy were a thing, and there has been bets taken every Christmas over when Foggy would get around to telling them).

Fisk is normally so good at controlling his anger around people he cares about. But one day he can't help himself and accidentally hits Wesley. He's immediately apologetic but can't help but notice that Wesley tenses up whenever he's angry. Fisk tries to get rid of his fear when Wesley is taken by one of Fisk's enemies, but his lack of aggression almost gets them both killed.

I dunno, I kinda see Foggy more as having a healing power. Maybe it drains him to heal (to a dangerous level, or maybe it's a case of trying to heal *everything* including genetic disorders when all someone's looking for is for their nose to stop running) and that's why he never explored it.

Healing of course, works through full body contact. Foggy Nelson is - The Snuggler.

Someone's just looking for a nice bit of angst, and here I come, bringing the crack. ...sorry.

Anon, I love you.

Everyone being all "I knewit!" and "Glad to see you two are finally out!" ("They weren't fooling me" "Dude, they weren't fooling anybody)

*Everybody* all cheerfully making suggestions and helping Foggy's Mom out with the wedding plans.

And Matt and Foggy off to one side all "Wait, what?"

and ending up "Oh man, we really have been in love all this time- why didn't you tell me?!" "I thought we were just friends! I mean I always thought we were just really good friends."

Those avocados ain't foolin no-one but themselves.

He was unsure at first, but during a surprise visit to Matt he witnesses the "El Grande Avocados" speech, and look at them, Matt's all giggly and happy and they're just so *cute* together, and okay, he's sold. Foggy is his other son.

I need this

Their therapist is seeing another therapist.
...And that therapist is seeing another therapist. Therapist-ception!

This is like the opposite of a problem. Trust me.
(Says the person who knows the original movie by heart and is clearly an authority on that topic)

I kind of want Foggy to end up in there too, and Matt plays up being Foggy's bitch. As a consequence, *everyone* is fucking terrified of Foggy without him having to do a single thing.

I feel like this might even be a new prompt but I need it.

Or competition-sex? "Bitch, I would *so* be better in bed for Foggy than you."
"Hah! As if. I *rocked his world* You couldn't possibly be better than me."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah"
"Bullshit."
"Just try me, big boy."

Matt/Foggy - and he promptly buys a butt plug.

Really, he'd go out crimefighting like that. That bit of Foggy inside him as a constant reminder not to go too far. Unfortunately, it's just too distracting. Maybe a hickey instead?

"Now let's see how you do making my dough rise."

Oh wow. This fic hits me in places I didn't know I I had.

Just a Leverage AU with Matt as the Parker equivalent

Maybe he goes undercover and does a tango with Natasha, maybe Claire needs a date for a wedding, or Foggy makes him audition for So You Think You Can Dance.

Bonus if the nuns taught him.

FAKE DATING FAKE DATING FAKE DATING
This is my ultimate weakness. I want 20.

OP: Foggy's not the only one with no sense of self-preservation.

I think I'm going to try this.

Might do a 5 to 1 format? 5 times Matt was bad at sex and one time Foggy figured it out? I can just imagine Foggy getting more and more frustrated with Matt's terrible communication/relationship skills. Because let's face it, Matt is so bad. So so bad.

I didn't mean that someone else couldn't write it. What I meant was that I was only okay with writing it myself if I could change comic canon. I'm sorry that I didn't communicate that well. I was pretty tired when I wrote that.

The whole netflix show is AU from comic canon already.

I so want a middle school or high school AU where Foggy is running late to class and Matt is the hall monitor that catches him. Foggy SHOULD be annoyed, the bell rang literally two seconds ago and this prick is giving him a demerit, but...damn is Matt cute. Cue Foggy MAYBE intentionally running a bit late just to see if he can run into that cute annoying hall monitor again (and maybe find out exactly how a blind kid can ALWAYS tell when Foggy is running through the halls).

Please lots of flustered teenage Matt/Foggy flirting!

Foggy swung the bag into the dumpster and turned around to go back into his building. It was cold and there’d be frost before morning, but he hadn’t seen the necessity of putting on a coat just to take out the garbage. Then somebody stepped in front of him, and all thoughts of cold or coats disappeared from Foggy’s mind, to be replaced by only one thing: Gun. The man had a gun, and it was pointing directly at Foggy.

“Whoa,” Foggy said, raising his hands immediately.

“Foggy Nelson,” the man said. He was big, well over six feet, and as broad through the shoulders as a professional wrestler. Even without the gun, he was intimidating.

“Yeah,” Foggy replied, his mouth dry, his heart hammering, and words spilling out as they always did when he was close to panic. “You want money, man? Cause you can have it, no problem, just don’t shoot.”

He made to reach for his wallet, but the gun twitched, and Foggy froze. With his other hand, the man extended a bundle of dark cloth to him. “Put this on or I will shoot you in the arm. It won’t kill you, but it will hurt.”

Edging away from the barrel of the pistol, Foggy reached out and took it. “A blindfold? What is this, a kidnapping? I can give you the money in my wallet, but I don’t have enough for a real ransom, because, yeah, I’m a lawyer, but we’ve just started and we can barely pay the electricity and –“

“Shut. Up.”

At a miniscule movement from the pistol, Foggy snapped his mouth shut.

“Put. The. Blindfold. On.”

Foggy put it on. The man grabbed his shoulder and spun him around three times, just like they were playing Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Foggy staggered, and when the man gave him a push from behind, he went down on his knees, close enough for him to smell what was under the dumpster. “Ow!”

The man kicked him in the leg, and Foggy cried out again. “Ow!”

“Get up,” the man growled.

Foggy heaved himself upright, wishing heartily for Matt’s superpowers so that he could sense where the man was just by listening to his heartbeat, then reach out, disarm him, and clock him one in the face for good measure. Maybe throw in a couple of backflips, too. Instead, he just stood there, shivering, while the man slung one arm over Foggy’s shoulders and pressed the gun to his ribs with his other hand.

“Walk,” he commanded, and Foggy walked. Despite his dizziness, he thought they must be heading farther down the alley. He could feel and hear broken glass grinding under his shoes, the crackle of a piece of paper, the rustling of a plastic bag, and, just ahead, the opening of the side door of a van. He wanted to fight back, or run, or even just scream, but when they got to the van, he simply let himself be pulled inside and guided to a middle seat.

When the van stopped, they got out, and the men guided Foggy to a doorway, then into a building and down a set of stairs. A very long set of stairs, straight down. Foggy clung to the guiderail with one hand and felt with his feet for each step, terrified of falling. The end came as a surprise and he almost stumbled then. The man on his right caught him and guided him along. After several steps, they stopped, and the man on his right let go. There were sounds of rustling movement, and Foggy jumped as something touched his hand.

“Wrap this around your waist,” the man told him. “Or I will shoot you in the arm.”

It felt like the kind of thick velvet rope that they had in museums or other swanky plances. Awkwardly, Foggy pulled and twisted it around his waist, wondering why on earth they wanted it there. Weren’t they supposed to be tying his hands behind his back or strapping him to a table or whatever the bad guys normally did? When he’d finished, the man took the end from him and readjusted it with a few tugs. Then there was a kind of metallic clicking on both sides of him that as though they might be clipping the end of the ropes to something.

“Bend over and grab your ankles,” the man told him. Foggy hesitated, and the man tapped him on the upper arm. Feeling suddenly sick with fear, Foggy reached for his shins, jerking back with a cry of surprise as someone else grabbed his left wrist. They handcuffed his hand to his leg, pulling his pantleg up and fastening the cuff tightly around his shin, then moved over to his right side to do the same.

“You can scream all you want,” one of the other men said. He had a slight accent. “Nobody will hear you down here.”

“Oh, g-d, don’t rape me, please!” Foggy cried. It was hard to talk, harder even to breathe when bent double, and he tried to pull up as far as he could. It wasn’t very far, and one of the men whacked him softly in the head with something that felt like a broom handle.

“Head down,” he said, and Foggy let it drop again, panting and close to panic.

A moment later, pain cracked across his backside, reminding Foggy of when he was a child and the few but memorable times his father had taken a belt to him. Then the first man said, “Beg me.”

“Beg you for what?” Foggy gasped. The man hit him again, and when Foggy didn’t respond immediately, hit him a third time.

Foggy pulled his head up and yanked at the handcuffs, trying to slip them higher up his legs so that he could straighten out, but they scarcely budged. As he struggled to take a deep breath, the second man gave him a tap on the head, and then another, sharper one.

“Head down!” he reminded Foggy, just as the first man belted him across the buttocks yet again.

“Hey, stop!” Foggy cried, still struggling and earning a third blow to the head. They were becoming painful. “Stop, I’m begging you! Is that what you want me to say?”

Apparantly, it wasn’t, because they kept hitting him. It was taking on a kind of rhythm; a blow to the backside, a whack on the head, back and forth, back and forth.

“Please!” Foggy finally panted. “Please! Just tell me what you want me to say! Just tell me!”

“Put your head down and I might just tell you,” the first man said. The second man punctuated the sentence with by giving Foggy the hardest whack yet, and Foggy couldn’t help flinching away. Finally, he let his head hang, forcing it to stay down even as he got another beltlash.

“Beg me,” the man finally said, “to let you tell me everything you know about Daredevil.”

“What?” Foggy exclaimed, pulling his head up again and gulping for air. He was going to pass out soon, he thought, and the latest blow to the head made him see stars behind his blindfold. His legs were already getting weak and he felt his knees bend, but the rope around his waist kept him more or less in position. Oh, he thought vaguely, so that was what it was for.

The man with the belt had stopped hitting him, at least for the moment, but now he prodded Foggy’s ankle with his shoe. “Come on, beg me for the chance to tell me about Daredevil.”

“What makes you think I know anything about Daredevil?” Foggy asked, and the man hit him twice in rapid succession with the belt. Struggling to breathe, Foggy also got another whack on the head.

“We recovered a phone last night after a fight with Daredevil,” the man said, and gave Foggy two more beltlashes. “It took time to crack the password, of course.”

Yeah, Foggy remembered Matt saying something about having lost his burner phone. He’d gone out at lunch time to get a new one, probably never once thinking that his enemies were using the old one to find him. Foggy wondered if Matt even knew you could do that sort of thing. He kept up to date on blind-friendly technology, but otherwise pretty much divided his energy between practicing law and being Daredevil.

The man hit Foggy again, this time across the upper thighs. Foggy cried out, and the man went on. “We triangulated one of the numbers to someone at Metro General Hospital. Too many people there. But then we tried your number, triangulated it to your building, and tracked you down. You practically welcomed us with open arms.”

Two more lashes. Foggy felt sick at how easily he’d gone along with his own kidnapping, and hung his head without any reminders from the second man.

“That’s why we think you know something about Daredevil, if he had a phone with your number in it.”

“Well, maybe he meant to put in somebody else’s number and got mine by mistake,” Foggy cried, which earned him fives lashes in rapid succession, and a hit to the head to round it off. He was feeling even more breathless now, and wondering why he hadn’t fainted yet.

“So,” the man said. “This is your last chance to beg me, before we do something worse to make you talk.”

Author here, and thanks for reading! So glad you liked the interaction between Matt and Thor. And, well, Mike was the obvious choice, though I did think about Jack, too. Just for a moment.

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Prompt Post #4

Matt/Foggy, coming out and proposal

Fisk/Wesley, anger issues

Re: Mutant!Foggy is very powerful but can't control his ability

Re: Gen: Rhyming animal transformation

Re: Matt/Foggy - Fake Dating turns to Real Dating

Re: Matt/Foggy + Jack Murdock

Re: Matt + Foggy or M/F, torture

Re: Gen: Foggy forces Matt into therapy

Re: Matt, Groundhog-day (Gen or Matt/Foggy)

Re: Matt in prison [repost]

Re: Matt in prison [repost]

Re: Marci/Matt - hatesex (or comfort-sex?)

Re: Matt, cum inflation

Re: Matt/Foggyy Bagels

Re: Fill: Foggy is going blind, 3/?

Leverage AU

Matt is a dancer, Matt/any

Re: Matt/Foggy - Fake Dating turns to Raal Dating

Re: Stick V. Nelson-Murdock Part 2.5

Re: Matt/Foggy, Foggy tries to figure out Matt's kink, praise kink

Re: Fisk/Vanessa, honouring the dead

Re: Fisk/Vanessa, honouring the dead

The hall monitor of Hell's Kitchen

Fill: The Guilty Party, Part 4

Re: Fill: The Guilty Party, Part 3