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A/N: I'm the ESL anon, so I apologize in advance for any possible grammar mistakes. This is my first time filling anything on a kinkmeme, and it's been a while since I've written fanfic, but this prompt was so cute, I just couldn't resist.
I decided to get shippy with this. Or rather, the shippiness chose me. This is closer than canon than I expected - Matt and Foggy's backstories will be explored in the second part.
Edenhall isn't an actual place, by the way, at least not that I'm aware. I named it after the bar from the manga Bartender (one of my favorites). The title comes from the song "Stray Italian Greyhound" by Vienna Teng.
Enjoy!

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Edenhall is nothing like Hell’s Kitchen.
It’s the kind of place that’s almost too idyllic, the kind of place that always feels sunny, even when the rain is coming down in sheets, always warm and cozy, even in the middle of winter.
It’s such a stark contrast to the streets that Foggy grew up in, that city with all the warmth and charm of a rainy afternoon in late November, when the temperatures are just above freezing point and the heating stopped working. On hot summer days like this, Foggy almost misses the touch of cold that wouldn’t leave his bones even during the most scorching of heat waves back in New York.

Almost.

He hears the familiar tap tap tap of the cane before its owner is even within eyesight and Foggy catches himself grinning from ear to ear as he sets up his stand, arranging meat pies and cold cuts, sausages and canned meats on the displays. The sound reminds him of rain drops hitting the cracked, dry ground, a soothing, steady rhythm.

„Good morning, Mr. Nelson”, a soft voice comes from across the stand and Foggy looks up from one of the plates he is preparing, trying sound surprised, because how do you tell your favorite costumer you have been anxious to see him the entire morning? The Nelson family hospitality might be famous, but it sure as hell doesn’t extend to fluttering heartbeats and sweaty palms at the sight of the mysterious blind recluse he talks to once or twice a week.
„Hello Mr. Murdock, lovely day, isn’t it?”, Foggy greets him cheerfully, hoping the speed of his words covers up the overly eager tone of his voice. „Also, I told you, please call me Foggy. Mr. Nelson is my dad.”

The other man smiles and his entire face lights up, bright enough to be seen from the other end of the solar system, at least. „Well, as long you keep calling me Mr. Murdock ...”
„Not the same thing”, Foggy insists. „I’m just the village butcher. One of them, I mean. You on the other hand are the village’s most desirable bachelor.”
„Oh, really?” Murdock’s expression turns into a smirk. He looks smug, more so than usual, and leans back in the soles of his feet just slightly, long fingers wrapped around the handle of his cane and his head bent to the side in a display of cockiness that Foggy can’t help but find endearing. „Seriously though, it’s Matt”, he adds, more quietly this time, almost shy.

Sometimes Foggy wonders if maybe Matt has the same ‘fake it till you make it’ approach to confidence as him, but he really can’t imagine what the other man would possibly feel insecure about. Sure, he’s blind, but he seems to get around fine, with a certain easy grace that Foggy could never even hope to achieve, and he’s smart, well-spoken, surprisingly charming for a loner such as him, rich, judging by his clothes and his house just outside of Edenhall, not to mention that he is drop-dead gorgeous (something Foggy may or may not have told him within two minutes of meeting him - smooth Nelson, very smooth).

„Fine, Matt”, Foggy says. „You are, by the way. Most desirable bachelor of our beautiful little town, I mean. It’s this ... mysterious, handsome hermit thing. Makes the ladies swoon. Some of the older ones might suspect you could be some kind of devil or witch or something, but hey, they still swoon, so it still counts, even if it’s because you put the fear of God into their hearts.”

For a moment, he fears he might have dug himself into a hole, but then Matt breaks out into laughter. Or rather, he giggles - honest to god giggles, so hard Foggy thinks he might keel over any second, wheezing, but then Matt catches himself and takes a deep breath.
„I’m not that mysterious, really”, he says. „I just like my privacy.”

„So you admit to the witchcraft? I knew it”, Foggy quips and reaches for the bag he prepared earlier this day before heading for the market. „May I present this humble offering to appease you, then? I threw in some fennel sausages for good measure - trust me, they’re good.”
„That’s very kind of you, Foggy, but I promise it’s not necessary”, Matt replies politely while he pulls out a couple of glass jars from the basket dangling from the crook of his arm and hands them to Foggy. „While we’re on the subject of witchcraft, I think your honey-crusted ham is more than enough payment for these.”

Foggy is beaming now, he feels the warmth in his chest, stretching out into his limbs, and it’s sweeter than the golden honey in the jars he is holding. Matt might look a bit like one of those silly romance movie vampires, all pale skin and dark hair and black clothes, but his presence is like distilled sunshine, which makes the goosebumps his smile is leaving all over Foggy’s skin rather ironic.

„Oh please, we wouldn’t be able to make that ham without your honey”, he retorts, a playful grin tugging on the corners of his lips again, and he’s pretty sure his cheeks are going to hurt later. „I admit, it is pretty damn good though. I probably could have made a fortune with this stuff back in New York City.”
Matt’s mouth falls open in surprise. „You’re from New York?”, he asks.
„Yup. Hell’s Kitchen, to be precise.”
„Me too!”, Matt exclaims and seems genuinely pleased. „What a coincidence!”

Something in Foggy’s brain clicks as the puzzle pieces fall into place. „Hold on a sec!”, he says. „You’re that Matthew Murdock! The kid who got blinded saving that man?”
Matt rubs his neck, flustered. „Yeah, well ... yeah, that’d be me.”

„Sweet! I always wanted to meet you! You were my hero when I was a kid. Still are, to be perfectly honest. Never thought I’d actually meet you - especially not in this place. So, Matt, how did you end up in Edenhall?”
„I’m not a hero or anything”, Matt says, shrugging. „Tried being one for a while. Studied law at Columbia before I got here.”

„No way, dude!” The words are out of Foggy’s mouth before he can stop himself. „I wanted to study law at Columbia, too! Almost did. We could have met there! Hell, we could have been, like, roommates or something! This has got to be fate.”
„Maybe.” The muscles of Matt’s jaw twitch slightly with something Foggy can’t quite place. Pain? Regret? Simple nostalgia? „Maybe I wouldn’t have ended up here, in that case. I can thank my actual roomate for that.”
„How so?”
„Long story. Why did you decide to become a butcher instead of studying law?”
„Long story.”
Foggy smiles and bites his lower lip. His heart is pounding heavily in his chest. „I could tell you over dinner some time, if you’d like? My mom loves it when she has guests to dote on, and I’ve been told I’m a pretty decent cook.”
„Um, I ... I’m not, I’m not sure”, Matt stammers, and Foggy feels his stomach drop. „I’m flattered, I really am, but I wouldn’t want to impose myself.”

Foggy tries to think of a way to talk himself out of this one, but his motor mouth takes over before his non-existent filter can prevent any further damage.
„Nonsense! Listen, I won’t force you to come, but the offer stands. If you feel totally bad about it, just invite me over for dinner at your place in turn, you know, I’ve always wanted to take a closer look at that beauty.”
Matt lifts up his eyebrows so high they become visible behind his red shades.
„The house, I mean”, Foggy adds quickly. Perhaps too quickly. „It’s very ... pretty.”

„You think so?”, Matt asks and chuckles softly. Is it simply the tint of his glasses reflected on his cheeks or is he blushing? „You should come over some time, I could show you around. Introduce you to my girls.”

Foggy stares at him, dumbstruck. „Your ... girls?”
There it is again, that silly giggle that makes Foggy want to punch the other man in the mouth. With his own mouth. Ideally for two hours straight.
„My bees, Foggy. Where did you think I get my honey from?”

„Oh, yeah, right.” Foggy blinks a couple of times while he processes that information. „Sorry. I ... um, yeah. Obviously. I think my brain just assumed you were buzzing from flower to flower collecting honey all by yourself. You seem like the type to do that kinda thing ... and I just realized how that must sound, sorry. Anyway, I’d love to meet your girls.”

Matt flashes him another smile, all perfect teeth and boyish charm and adorable crinkles around the corners of his eyes. That cocky bastard.
„Great!”, he says triumphantly and wait, wasn’t Foggy the one trying to ask him out? „Just come over whenever you’re free, I’m usually at home. You know, keeping up my reputation as a mysterious hermit.”

Foggy can’t see it with the glasses in the way, but he could have sworn that Matt just winked at him.

Jeezus, this really packs an emotional punch. I think I'm in love with you, authoranon.

Foggy knew all the stories: Poe, Faust, Marlowe, obscure myths he had half-forgotten as the years passed, but nothing had prepared him for the reality of what he had done. What he would do again if it ever became necessary.

He had expected fire and brimstone, smoke and screams rising from the pit of hell itself- as for what its master would look like… he wasn’t certain, but it hadn’t been the man he had found waiting for him. Small, whip-thin but with a wiry strength in his frame that made his every motion seem more graceful than cautious, though he was that too. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, and devil in truth as far as Foggy Nelson knew.

The smile was the first thing to strike him: warm and open, but with an edge of mocking contempt beneath that was reflected in the crinkle at the corner of his lips. Even the tilt of his head reminded Foggy of a hawk he had seen once, listening for the scurry of a mouse through the grass. That encounter had not ended well for the mouse. Almost he had reconsidered, the deal was not struck until they had shaken hands on it, and it had taken a minute or two for Foggy to work up the courage to so much as speak. He could have left then, but there was enough of a challenge in the stranger’s silence that he had felt compelled to answer.

“I don’t know if you’ll even bother with something like this-” It wasn’t the tone he would have struck with a client or opponent, lacking all of his normal confidence, but then, this was the devil and nothing other than children’s stories ever ended with someone besting him. Foggy was counting on that, he desperately hoped it was true.

The man was silent, smile fading to a mere smirk that managed to convey both profound disinterest and eagerness all at once. Foggy tried not to think on it too much.

“One of my clients, Mrs. Cardenas-” He didn’t care, nothing Foggy could say would change that, but dammit he was going to try because she deserved more than to be forgotten, “was murdered a week ago.. The news said it was a robbery, but-”

“What do you want, Mr. Nelson?”

“Foggy.” He shrugged, “Might as well call me Foggy. And I just want him caught. I want to throw him in a cell so dark he forgets the warmth of sunlight.”

The smile returned, so smug and arrogant Foggy wanted to slap it right off his face. He didn’t, it wasn’t good business.

“Done.”

What? As simple as that? Foggy knew better; he had come prepared, not with anything so cheap as money, but possessions he held infinitely more dear. The Devil never took more than they could afford, those few desperate or foolish enough to strike a deal with him, but he always took enough that the pain of it would linger.

“What’s my part?”

He had thrown him, it was there in the minute squaring of his shoulders and the way he shifted to adjust his weight.

“Only a strand of hair this time.”

Foggy’s neck prickled at the casual assumption that he would ever resort to this again, blood freezing at the thought of turning anything of himself over to this shadow man. A strand of hair might as well have been his flesh and blood, his soul.

Mustering far more courage than he had ever thought possible, Foggy fisted his hair in his fist and pulled viciously. It stung enough to bring tears to his eyes, but he made himself smile anyway for the first time in over a week.

“Here, take a little extra on me.”

The devil was startled again, his smile vanished and did not return as he accepted the hair like it was strands of precious gold. The tilt of his head became less pride and more curiosity, brows lifting behind the dark glass that concealed his eyes from even the glare of the street lamps. Foggy saw none of this, being exhausted and relieved and frightened out of his mind all at once.

He turned and strode away, completely oblivious to the way the Devil seemed to follow his progress. Never once glancing back to the shadows nipping at his heels.

Happy Fourth Everyone!

Yes.

"I just have a thing for picked up/carried Matt."

Me too anon, me too.

:O

O.O

:DDDD!!!

OH, ANON, this is already so lovely!! Looking forward to more!

Ohhh myyyy GOOOOOD this is so good! So cute!! And I didn't pick up on the ESL thing at *all* except in the way your opening quotation marks are placed - your grammar and diction are marvelous!

(a!a) Thank you so much! This means a lot to me, really. <3

As someone who recently discovered an allergy to most pain medicine, especially the ones with aspirin (which is in a lot of freakin pain meds apparently) I'd love to see this prompt filled!

More Melvin?! Awesome, thanks! And yes, I would like to see this prompt filled too.

IIRC in the comics, once they become friends, the only time Melvin ever attacks DD or Matt (Melvin knows Matt is DD) is when forced, drugged, or blackmailed into it. He's kidnapped Matt and done him some serious wrongs, but Matt always forgives him or tries to defend him and they eventually resume their friendship. It's all kinds of heartbreaking and beautiful.

Liking this so far....

oh my goodness pleeeeeease. especially because matt's fairly light for his size (his dad was 165 lbs and he was a BOXER) that i feel foggy could definitely pick matt up.

ayrt: i REEEEEALLY wish i'd played any of these games now, oh my god. i've read synopses and watched gameplay videos but i've never watched a whole game through or played a whole game through (to my knowledge, silent hill isn't purchasable on steam but i could be wrong). but yeah i REALLY wish i could fill this myself but i've never taken a crack at outright horror and this seems like a beast of a prompt to fill for someone like me even though i'd love to see it filled. maybe i'll get my shit together and actually play the games so i could do this prompt justice but right now i don't think i can :(

I am so excited to read this in its entirety!

I'm glad I'm not the only one to ship Sully and Nurse Schwab!

OP here, THANK YOU! I read that probably when it was first posted and completely forgot about it - it hits the craving nicely!

I love this thread so, so, so much. :D It's like a snippet fic in and of itself.

Oh! I'm so glad someone is filling this - and this is very interesting so far :) Can't wait to read the rest!

Oh, this is cute!

After he leaves Matt, Stick takes on other students, teaching them like he did Matt. Matt finds out when one of them, maybe a particularly young one ("You're a kid, what do you think you're doing?" Matt protests), takes up vigilantism in Hell's Kitchen. Cue the brother hen.

"You're bleeding out on my fire escape, get in here so I can fix you."

"So you've got school, then homework and then vigilantism. When are you sleeping exactly?"

Bonus if he complains to Foggy or Claire and receives no sympathy. ("NOW YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS, MURDOCK.")

YEESSSSSSSSSSSSS

So, due to reasons, Matt winds up with the memories of his alternate selves. How does he react to the people in those memories? How do they effect his life?

I was thinking of Matt remembering the events of Superior Iron Man and then meeting MCU Tony, but I thought, why not go broader. So give me anything based around this concept.

Okay firstly your kink is not mine or whatever it's called. This scenario plays off the misunderstand trope. Secondly I promoted this because it an idea that popped in my head that could be turned serious or humorous. So I thought I could be interesting to maybe see because I am not a person who see racism or offense in everything (and yes I am a non white, non white pass ing person. I do not like the term person of color).

Okay, I might have watched both movies back to back and then rewatched some Daredevil.

I am now wanting a Bridget Jones's Diary AU with Foggy writing a diary dealing with the many aspects of his chaotic life. Give me Foggy Nelson's Diary.

Pairing can be any that you want, but I do love Matt/Foggy.

I've finally got round to reading 'Punisher Kills the Marvel Universe' and HELL was that shit good. (spoilers from here on out guys)

One of the final panels is a near distraught Frank Castle standing over a beaten Daredevil, having stabbed him in the chest, and realising that Daredevil is Matt Murdock. His lawyer and pretty much the only friend he has at this point. And he killed him.

So my brain thought, why not make it worse (and potentially not as stabby) and add Foggy. Standing over Matt, refusing to stand aside and let Frank kill Matt. Frank Castle is build like a goddamn TANK, covered in blood and scars and holding a huge fuck-off knife, and of course Foggy is scared shitless. But he still won't move. And at this point Frank has murdered 500+ people but even so, Foggy isn't a superhero He's not part of this whole vendetta, he's just a man trying to protect his family. Like Frank would have, were they still alive.

What happens next?

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[Fill] A Sudden Burst Of Sunlight (& Me With My Umbrella), 1/2

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

The Devil's Due Part 1.1

Re: Matt/Foggy "You're strong"

Re: The Devil's Due Part 1.1

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Re: [Fill] A Sudden Burst Of Sunlight (& Me With My Umbrella), 1/2

Re: Matt is allergic to painkillers

Re: Matt and Melvin, friends

Re: Matt and Melvin, friends

Re: The Devil's Due Part 1.1

Re: Matt/Foggy "You're strong"

Re: Matt Murdock v. Silent Hill

Re: Daredevil/House MD Crossover - Preview Thing

Re: Moment in the limlight - Officer Sullivan and the tiny nurse from Ep 11

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Matt plays big brother to another ex-student of Stick's

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Matt - Having the memories of an alternate life

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Foggy - Bridget Jones's Diary AU

The Punisher tries to kill Daredevil, Foggy won't let him