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OP - Ahh, what are you talking about this is perfect thank you~ ;_;

MY JAW DROPPED WHEN I SAW JURASSIC UNIVERSE/DAREDEVIL. I didn't even know I needed Owen/Matt, but I did, AND NOW I NEED MOREEEEEEE.

OP - Ehehehehe yaaasssss, exactly :3

I <3 the kinkmeme because I have sooo many ideas but I can't write and then people like you take my ideas and then make them into ART, ffs. LOVE THIS. ANOTHER! *smashes mug*

Don't think this is exactly what you were hoping for, but it's what my brain decided to write. Hopefully someone else will fill it with something more like what you wanted, but in the meantime I hope this is okay.

Blue

Matt was woken from a particularly confusing and disjointed dream involving Daredevil and a courtroom, by the sound of his phone repeating Foggy’s name. For a moment, he lay in bed, somewhere between sleep and waking, wondering why he had forgotten to switch the phone to silent before entering court. Finally, the world began to click into place, the sounds and sensations of the courtroom fell away and he found himself laying in bed. He reached for his phone. It was just as well, he was almost certain he had been about to out himself as Daredevil in the middle of a crowded courtroom.

“Hey, Foggy,” his voice croaked slightly. He cleared his throat. “What’s up?” He trapped the phone between his ear and shoulder and touched his watch to check the time. It was a little after six. Far too early for either of them to be awake on a normal day.

For a moment there was silence on the other end of the line, then he could hear Foggy breathing, too hard, too fast.

“Foggy?” he said again.

“Matt…” another deep breath. Something was very wrong.

Matt pushed the covers aside and got out of bed. “Foggy, what’s going on? Are you okay?” An apprehensive feeling was brewing in the pit of his stomach, and he didn’t like it at all.”

“I don’t even know how to explain…” Another pause. “Matt, can you come over, there’s something… something… just can you come over? Like right now? Please?”

“Yeah,” Matt told him. “I’m on my way.”

He hung up the phone and dressed quickly in the first things that he grabbed from his closet, not even bothering to check the color labels inside. It wasn’t important. Clumsy, panicking fingers fastened zippers and buttons and shoelaces and he was running by the time the door of his apartment closed behind him.

***

Matt knocked on the door to Foggy’s apartment. Inside, he could hear him moving around, the sound of the TV, volume turned down low, Foggy’s breathing was too fast, his heart was pounding. Matt knocked again, louder this time. The door opened slowly, just a crack, then Foggy retreated into the apartment. Matt pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped inside.

He could tell that Foggy was standing a small distance away, the signals his body were putting out spoke of terror and misery, and Matt had no clue what was going on. He pushed the door closed behind him. “What’s happened?” he asked. The only things, the only things he could think of that might make Foggy react like this were very, very bad.

“Have you seen the news?” Foggy asked. He moved from his position standing in the middle of the room and sat down on the sofa.

Matt shook his head. “I woke up when you called, I came straight here.”

“Okay,” Foggy took a deep breath. “Okay, listen to this.”

The volume on TV the switched on in the middle of a news report.

“…Telagen gas appears to have affected only a small proportion of the population. It is believed that the cloud had dispersed, moving in an easterly direction over the atlantic ocean. It is not yet know whether it will continue to affect citizen of other countries following the wide dispersal caused by current wind patterns, however it is expected to hit Ireland within the next three hours, closely followed by the United Kingdom and mainland Europe.”

“What?” Matt asked. “What gas?”

“Telagen,” Foggy said in a low voice. “It’s… they’re going to explain it now.”

“And our main news story this morning once again,” the TV said. “A leak of telagen gas from an unknown source has swept across New York during the night, resulting in the transformation of a small number of ordinary citizens. Authorities are urging anybody affected not to panic, to stay home and to ring the helpline number on the screen. It is believed that less than 0.05% of the population are affected, the police are asking for calm…”

Foggy pressed the mute button again. “They’re calling them Inhumans,” he said. “Apparently there’s something in some people’s DNA that reacts to this stuff, and when they breath it in, which a lot of people did last night, it changes them into something else. There was a guy on the news earlier throwing cars around.”

Matt frowned. “It’s turning people into mutants,” he said.

“Something like that, yeah. Not quite, but, yeah.”

“Okay,” Matt took a breath. “That’s kind of terrifying.”

Foggy didn’t say anything. His heart rate increased again and Matt heard him running his fingers through his hair nervously.

“Foggy?” Matt said. He already knew the answer to the question he was about to ask, but he had to ask it anyway. He had to be sure.

Foggy swallowed.

“Did this stuff do something to you?”

He laughed, but there was no amusement or joy in the sound, it was empty and hollow and more than a little frightening to hear.

“Foggy?”

“I don’t think I got any superpowers,” Foggy said. “I don’t know, maybe they’ll come later. All I know is I woke up like this and from what they’re saying it doesn’t look like it’s going to go away. Ever.” He took another deep breath. “Shit!” Matt could taste salt in the air. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

Matt licked his lips. He sat down on the chair next to Foggy and reached out to touch his arm. Foggy flinched away as he made contact. “Foggy, I’m sorry, but I don’t understand. What is it?” he said.

“It’s…” Foggy paused. “I don’t even know how to describe it. I look… Fuck. Matt, I’m blue.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “Blue?” He remembered the color, as a concept. It had been so long since he had actually seen it that is was difficult to bring an image to mind. Finally, he settled on a raspberry flavor popsicle. He could remember the flavor much more vividly than the color, but the color was almost there. It was not a shade that any living person should be.

“Sort of light blue. Sky blue, I guess you’d call it, you know, in a pack of crayons.”

“Blue,” Matt repeated. “But… really?”

“Yeah, Matt. Believe be, if I was going to screw with you I’d pick something much funnier than this.”

If he was screwing with him, Foggy wouldn’t be so scared. He reached out a hand again, this time not initiating contact, but waiting for permission. “Can I..?”

Foggy sighed, then hesitantly placed his hand in Matt’s. “Go ahead.”

It felt completely normal. There was no difference in the texture or the temperature of his skin, nothing to suggest that anything unusual had happened. “It feels the same,” he said.

“Yeah, well believe me it doesn’t look that way. Oh!” He flinched in surprise.

Matt let go of the hand. “Sorry, did I hurt you, or..?”  “No, no,” Foggy told him. “It’s just, when you touched me. It changed.”  “Changed to normal?” Matt asked.

Foggy shook his head. “No, God, I wish. No, to a kind of orange color. It’s gone back now. What the hell?!”

“There was a number to call,” Matt said. “On the TV, it said if you’re affected you should call the number on the screen. Maybe we should…”

“Are you kidding?” Foggy said. “Would you call a freaks helpline? Ten to one there’s some government agency at the other end of the line waiting to swoop in and collect us all up. I don’t know about you, but spending the rest of my life as a lab rat doesn’t exactly appeal, you know?”

Matt nodded. He could understand that fear all too well. “We should call Karen, “ he said. “Tell her we won’t be in today, make sure she’s okay. For all we know, she could have been affected too.” He pulled out his phone. “Should I tell her what’s happened, or would you rather not for now?”

Foggy inflated his cheeks and expelled the air through pursed lips. “It’s a bit too obvious for me to get away with,” he said. “She’s going to find out sooner or later, might as well be now.”

***

Karen sat at the other side of the room staring at Foggy in amazed silence. Foggy’s discomfort was obvious in both his own silence and the way he had slowly edged away from her for the past half hour.

“What does it feel like?” she asked.

“Freaking terrifying,” Foggy told her.

“Sorry, I guess you would be… I mean, it doesn’t hurt or anything does it?”

Foggy got to his feet. “No. But it feels a little uncomfortable the way you’re staring at me like you think I’m going to explode,” he said.

“Sorry,” Karen said again.

Foggy shrugged it off with a bravado that Matt could tell he didn’t feel. “S’ok. I guess I’m going to have to get used to it. Might as well start now. At least you’re not pointing and laughing. There’ll be plenty of that later on, I assume. Moms crossing the street to keep their kids away from the monster, that kind of thing.”

“You’re not a monster, Foggy,” Matt assured him.

“Oh no? How would you know, you can’t see it!”

Karen got to her feet and crossed the room quickly. “You’re not,” she said. She placed her arms around him and embraced him tightly, then planted a kiss on one cheek. “You’re not,” she repeated.

Foggy sighed. “Thanks. I guess. You know it’s not going to be a great day when people can make you feel better just by assuring you that you’re not a monster.”

Karen drew back from the embrace. “Oh,” she said.

“Oh what?” Matt asked.

“It changed again,” Foggy told him. “Green this time.

***

“It’s been three weeks,” Foggy said. “You’d think I’d be used to it by now.”

“Used to what?” Matt asked him. They were walking down the street, Foggy leading as he always had, while Matt followed half a step behind, cane swinging.

Foggy slowed slightly and turned to look at him. “Used to what?” he repeated, disbelieving.

“The… blue thing?”

Foggy snorted. “Did you actually forget?”

“No, of course not,” Matt assured him. Foggy looked down at his arm where Matt was touching it. It was a warm day, bare arms were a necessity, even if they did expose more of his skin to public scrutiny. The skin around his hand began to turn from a relaxed yellow to the red of lies. He shook his head.

“Suuure, you didn’t. Yeah, Matt. The blue thing. The stares and the whispers, the pointing from the other end of the street. All that fun stuff.” The skin surrounding Matt’s hand was in the process of turning back to yellow when it stopped and began to change to an angry shade of purple instead. “Hey, easy buddy, I hate it too, but there’s nothing we can do about it, right? No point getting worked up about a bunch of dumb kids.”

Matt nodded and the color eased to somewhere in between the purple and the yellow. It looked like a particularly unpleasant bruise. Foggy sighed. He could have gotten used to the blue. Well, sort of. Not really. But there was no way he was ever going to feel okay about being some kind of litmus paper for human emotion. The whole thing was too damn weird for words.

He sighed. “Come on, lets go get a coffee before work. Hey, new game. How many people do you think I can make spill their drink in Starbucks just by walking in? I’m taking bets, loser buys.”

Matt smiled tightly. Purple again, not so dark this time. “Three?” he said.

Foggy shook his head. “You’ll lose. I’m going to go five, I’m feeling particularly freaky-looking today.” He turned a corner and headed toward the nearest source of caffeine. He had a feeling it was going to be a trying day.

She gave him a Weasley sweater! Aw.

This fic is so lovely.

It's generally Daredevil, Deadpool and Spiderman

As in actual celestial being of myth who watches over Matt Murdock's life.

Any details (if Matt knows he's there/can sense him/has no idea/Foggy actually goes to college with him as his bff etc) up to the filler though I'd prefer if it's not Foggy pretending to be human and keeping it from Matt (though he can still pretend to be human for others if you want to take that route, I just don't want secrets if that makes sense).

Basically a silly/cracky prompt:

The Nelson family is pretty close and have a running commentary on Foggy's life through group text.

Okay, I saw the separate prompt but I don’t want to hijack it and this is the same author!anon from above still trying desperately not to write an actual fill, so can I just—

Wilson Fisk has his fingers in many pies. Owns stock in a whole bunch of different things, and not all of them are directly relevant to his plans for Hell’s Kitchen, or at least, they aren’t directly relevant right now. He prepares for the future, invests in things that might be useful later. It muddies the waters, if anyone starts looking at what he’s doing and searching for a pattern, and if things go wrong he’s got back up plans in spades. Wesley handled a lot of it, because Wesley was prepared for EVERYTHING. Except, you know, Karen Page, but that’s another story.

Long story short, he’s got stock in InGen. Quite a lot, actually. He wasn’t interested at first—dinosaurs on an island thousands of miles away mean nothing to him. He can appreciate the grandeur of the idea, of the science, but the only thing Wilson Fisk really cares about is Hell’s Kitchen.

But then someone from InGen comes sniffing around, looking for investors, they’ve got big things in the works, much more than amusement park attractions and cheap party tricks. Fisk listens, because some of those plans, some of those ideas, they’ve got potential. Living weapons, trained and deadly and loyal, without the moral quandries that men so often run into, now that has its appeal.

Which is how Wilson Fisk meets Vic Hoskins, and ends up funding InGen’s not-so-legal secret projects. (It doesn't end so well for Hoskins, but, well, he probably had it coming, and Fisk is a much more cautious man. He doesn't plan on making the same mistakes.)

/everyone is alive au/ (op bday is getting nearer so) I was thinking, what if the events in canon (though people don't die!) take place during a whole year and we'd get to know how every (main?) character spend their bday? would Karen insist on throwing a party for either foggy and matt at the office? would they do the same for her? I bet Karen would be an awesome buddy to go shopping for a we-must-collect-every-silly-stuff-we-find-and-wrap-it-up-as-it-looks-like-a-Stormtrooper-present. would claire inform anyone of when is birthday is or just shrug it off even when co-workers say "happy birthday" to her? would Vladimir and Anatoly oblige Sergei on doing an embarassing hilarious show in front of everyone?? Ms. Cardenas would totally make pies and any other kind of delicious food and also bring them to every birthday she's invited to. (would she?!) how would fisk tell wesley? I imagine it being kind of subtle, in a way that would make wesley do that light smile still full of gratitude and then he would go back to whatever he was doing, and idk anymore, just more insights fics, yes?

My soul for this prompt

HIJACK AWAY

THIS IS LIKE A MILLION TIMES BETTER THAN ANY OF MY IDEAS

Oh wait, you mean the prompt in another thread?

That wasn't mine actually. So someone took the same idea I posted here and ran with it I think.

But anyway god this needs to be written, my life for more Fisk fics

ANON LET ME SERENADE YOU WITH A SONG

http://imgur.com/9iYQTHw

you are the anon this prompt needs and deserves

OP: sorry, dog-dressed-up-like-stegosaur is me! ^

There's a moment during the Hallway fight scene where one guy was able to pin Matt to the wall from behind. For a brief moment my mind went *there* so give me fic to take with me on my way to Hell.

OP here. This is fine by me, and makes me very happy. :)

she'd have a crown, right?

Mmm yes, earplugs and professional-grade PPE work safety earmuffs over that. And scented candles or scented oils.

also: You KNOW Matt is probably in pain all the time. I bet Fisk would give REALLY good deep-tissue massages. Matt would be putty.

He did, he totally did, Matt probably parkoured out of the sky to save Owen from some jackass with a gun (because Owen had the dinosaurs well in hand), and later on Matt met Owen sans mask and Owen probably looked him over and said "hey, thanks for keeping me from getting shot."

To which we have Matt's panicked "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT" and Owen's "chill dude, you just move the same way. If you're really trying to keep it a secret maybe hunch your shoulders a little more when you're out of the costume."

UGH. Matt doesn't blame them for being scared, of course. Hell, he scares himself sometimes; he would be surprised if Claire's heart hadn't skipped a beat when he was holding a man over the edge of her building. And Foggy...fear has an acrid smell, sharp and bitter, and it mixes into Foggy's scent the first time Daredevil beats the shit out of someone in front of him. That's the reaction most people have to Daredevil, Matt is used to it, and maybe it hurts a little more when it's Foggy, but still.

Owen though, he's not afraid of Matt. Not even a little bit.

Matt's not sure what to do with that, to be honest.

Foggy's Matt-sense is not useful at ALL, mostly because it lets him know when to worry but does absolutely no good in stopping Matt from doing the stupid thing in the first place.

...FINE, OKAY, FINE, I AM NOT WRITING A LONG COHESIVE FIC BUT I WILL ATTEMPT TO PULL THESE SNIPPETS INTO SOMETHING VAGUELY RESEMBLING A FIC AND I'LL TALK ABOUT MATT AND THE RAPTORS THERE, ARE YOU HAPPY NOW

ALL ABOARD THE EXPRESS TRAIN TO HELL!!!

I'm right there with you anon!

Ooh, yes.

Op, are you looking for noncon, dubcon?

This was adorable. I loved the bit with the sweater.

YES, because Matt does not have super strength! All it would take would be for someone heavier than him to come along and pin him and mmmmm

We can't be the only ones who noticed dat ass.

I'm love Matt/Foggy but this prompt is so hilarious and cute, I want to see it!

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Prompt Post #4

Re: Happy Birthday, Matty

Re: JURASSIC UNIVERSE/DAREDEVIL

Re: Fisk/Matt/Vanessa - Mistaken betrayal

Fill: Blue

Re: Fill: A Handprint On My Heart

Re: The Red Team!

Gen, Foggy is Matt's guardian angel

Nelson family group text

Re: JURASSIC UNIVERSE/DAREDEVIL

gen, characters' birthdays

Re: The Red Team!

Re: JURASSIC UNIVERSE/DAREDEVIL

Re: JURASSIC UNIVERSE/DAREDEVIL

Re: JURASSIC UNIVERSE/DAREDEVIL

Re: JURASSIC UNIVERSE/DAREDEVIL

Daredevil/Random Thug, against the wall

Re: Fill: Blue

Re: Gen: Karen has a superpower

Re: Fisk/Matt/Vanessa - Mistaken betrayal

Re: Mini!Fill: JURASSIC UNIVERSE/DAREDEVIL (Matt/Owen)

Re: Daredevil/Random Thug, against the wall

Re: Daredevil/Random Thug, against the wall

Re: Fill: A Handprint On My Heart

Re: Daredevil/Random Thug, against the wall

Re: Foggy/OC Romance