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this would be a perfect five times *_*

OP here! :DDD 5000 words of essays, HOLY MOLY!

Foggy pulls his emotions in and tries to ignore Matt's. Confusion? We just practiced this.
Not risking you getting hurt if I fail at it.
- Yeah, but y'all are gonna have to deal with it without kid gloves at some point, Foggy. :P

he buries himself in them, hoping the Devil in Matt can become his too if only for a little while. They are going to take this man - this monster down.
- Ooooooh, nice!

'Your method of message delivery is faulty,' the part of them that is Matt snaps at Yee, allowing their anger to coat his voice. 'Dead bodies don't say much.'
- LMAO. Good point!

Matt vaguely notes that eyesight does have its uses
- LMAO, gee, really? XD Although, OH, NO, GUN! OH, NO. I assume they're not gonna die, but I hope they don't lose the telepathic bond!! D:

'You ruined it,' Yee repeats, his tone still angry but with a note of defeat.
They search Matt's memories for how they ruined anything but there's nothing they can remember. 'How?'
- Oh, I'm glad I wasn't the only one confused about what they ruined and when/how. XD

'I don't tend to remember specific assholes, as a rule. Is that it?'
- LOLOLOL.

He gets in one shot before Matt's on him.
- *CHEWS KNUCKLES*

It misses. The force of Matt's lunge puts them both on the ground, Matt on top. With a practiced move, Matt disarms him and throws the gun to the side.
- OH, GOOD. :DDD

Still can't believe that's what Iron Man looks like.
- *cracks up*

'He's going to face justice here, in Hell's Kitchen. Not be vanished from existence and the rule of law.'
- :D

Then Foggy's thoughts/feelings/self cut out as he screams at the invading world.
- :O BUT THEY'RE ALREADY LINKED. WHAT'S HAPPENING TO FOGGY? IS HE GONNA BE AN XAVIER-STYLE TELEPATH? OR IS THIS GONNA CUT HIS TIES WITH MATT? NOOOO OH NOOOOO FOGGY PLEASE DON'T DIE

I AM AT THE EDGE OF MY FREAKING SEAT, ANON

I LOVE YOU

THANK YOU FOR THIS STORY

IT IS A WILD, WILD RIDE

*SHRIEKING*

It should be close to the last one of the fic. ...Hopefully. =)

Yeah, it was a lot of essay. Three essays, two of 2000, one of 1000. And I wrote them all in a week. Because I'm an idiot.

Foggy is good at denial. But yes, they'll have to deal with it soon.

Thanks!

Very good point, I think. Why kill people as a message???

Obvious Matt is obvious. And I'm not telling. =)

Haha yeah, it's not at all clear to Matt. I do think I'll get what Matt did into the fic. But if not, feel free to ask.

Not telling what's happening next! I've been working towards this for a few chapters now so you'll have to wait and see. =)

I'll try to get more of this out as soon as possible but no promises on the next update.

You're welcome! I love your comments, they brighten up my day. =D

And this time the Yee didnt miss. WTF MAN NOT COOL!

this is my first time writing for dd so EXCUSE me for being part of the learning curve also i hope this is in line with what you wanted.

and also posted on ao3 because i fail at being anon: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4731806

* * *

Here's the thing: Matt Murdock is an asshole, and he's only just beginning to learn what life is like on the receiving end of of a patented Foggy Nelson grudge, and Foggy used up all of his pity on Matt's tragic backstory the first time around—you know, what with the whole "blind boy growing up in a Catholic orphanage" thing.

Here's the other thing: Foggy is a goddamn sucker, most especially and most potently where Matt Murdock is concerned.

"Let me get this straight," Foggy says. "An old blind man named Stick used to smack you around. When you were nine. With a literal stick."

"Ten," Matt says, "and he was training me. You know, teaching me to use my senses instead of just letting them go to waste. He helped me, Foggy." Matt is painfully earnest; Foggy gags a little.

Either it's too loud at Josie's, or Foggy is too drunk for this, or both.

He's thinking it's both.

"But with a stick," Foggy says, and that's the thing he's really hung up on. "When you were a child. He took you to a warehouse and hit you with a stick. A man named Stick did this. Stick with a stick. Isn't this the kind of shit that's supposed to end up with you on Dateline?"

"He was teaching me to defend myself."

"From what? From other stick-wielding old men? Is there some kind of cabal I need to know about?"

Matt sighs, and Foggy feels a twinge of guilt. Then Foggy tamps that twinge of guilt right back down where it belongs, because when your best friend turns out to be a masked vigilante ninja on the downlow, you get to have some righteous indignation about the man who made him that way.

"If I ever meet this guy, I'm kicking his ass," Foggy declares. "I don't care how old or blind or Mr. Miyagi-y he is. He's meeting the business end of my fists, and then I'm suing his ass off, and then I'm beating him up a second time for good measure."

Matt snorts. "Good luck with that."

* * *

Foggy should drop this.

Foggy is definitely going to drop this.

"Fucking Matt Murdock," he says to himself, and walks into Macy's.

For five years, Matt Murdock was the saddest person that Foggy knew. Then, for a brief period of time, Foggy became the saddest person that Foggy knew—a logistical and rhetorical nightmare only possible because of the depth of Foggy's sense of betrayal and/or capacity for emotional martyrdom—but after a few weeks, Matt catapulted back up to number one. Foggy is the master of grudges, but he's only human.

Fucking Matt Murdock.

Matt walks into his apartment and pauses, like he knows something is wrong before he even encounters it.

"I stole your spare key," Foggy says from the couch.

"I'm gathering that." He takes a few steps forward and pauses again. "Is that...a teddy bear?"

It is indeed a teddy bear. Foggy is holding it in his lap like an anchor, and not for the first time in his life, he's glad that Matt can't actually see him.

"Did Stick ever buy you a teddy bear?" he counters.

"Foggy—"

"I didn't think so." He throws the bear at Matt as hard as he can; its aerodynamically-challenged self arcs limply through the air, but Matt still catches it perfectly, because of course he does.

Matt runs his fingers through the synthetic fur almost thoughtfully. "He bought me an ice cream once, though."

"Wow, one whole ice cream? I'm in awe."

Matt's lips quirk upward—never a good sign. "It had dirt in it."

Foggy exhales loudly through his nose. "Stop fucking with me, Murdock. My fragile heart can't handle much more of this."

Matt flops down on the couch next to Foggy and leans back, conspicuously comfortable looking with the bear on his chest. "He actually bought me something else, too, now that I think of it."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. A stick of my very own."

When Foggy reaches out to smack him on the arm, Matt doesn't even try to get away.

* * *

"Were the nuns at least nice to you?"

"The nuns were very nice."

"But they let you hang out with Stick."

"They thought Stick was good for me."

"He beat you up, dude. He thought getting a ten-year-old into serious martial arts punching was a good idea."

"It was a good idea. A better idea, at least."

"A better idea than what?"

"Letting me beat myself up instead."

Foggy groans audibly. A couple of passerby on the street turn to look at him. "Did you just make a pun? Did you just pun at me about your tragic childhood? Has Matt Murdock achieved self-awareness?"

Matt smacks him on the knee with the walking stick that he truly, totally, utterly does not need. "You realize Stick was about more than teaching me how to fight, right?"

"Enlighten me."

Matt was clearly not expecting ready acceptance; he flounders for a moment. "He taught me...how to move beyond myself. How to move beyond things. It's easier not to be depressed about being that blind orphan kid when you know you shouldn't want to have more than that in the first place."

Foggy doesn't look at him, and he hopes that Matt doesn't sense his pity, not when it's not really pity. It's something more like sadness. "Matt," he says. "I just want to let you know, from the very bottom of my heart, that you can want anything in the entire fucking world."

* * *

Matt sniffs the air, then raises an eyebrow. "Roses?" he says.

"Roses smell awesome," Foggy says, arms crossed over his chest. "And the office reeks like trash day more often than not—;might as well call us Nelson & Murdock & Open Sewage. I started with your desk because it's the smelliest."

Matt leaves the vase where it is.

* * *

"If I don't see you go full Augustus Gloop on that box in the next sixty seconds, I swear to God I'm gonna scream."

Matt pauses with a piece of chocolate halfway up to his lips. "I've already eaten half the box." It's nice chocolate; it's Swiss, the kind with little pictures of the Alps on the foil wrappings. It only belatedly occurs to him to wonder if Matt knows that they're there.

"Now that is a dirty lie," Foggy says. They're strewn out on opposite sides of Foggy's sectional, bits and pieces of housing law that they were ostensibly reading now strewn across the floor and coffee table. "I ate three, so you've got at least three more to go before you're up to half. Don't think I'm not watching."

Matt takes a bite, and Foggy sees the tiny sigh. Foggy knows that sigh. It's the tastes so good sigh. Bingo.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're buttering me up for something salacious," Matt says with a grin. "Between the chocolate and the flowers and the silk sheets? Come on, Foggy. You really think you can buy my virtue?"

("I already have silk sheets," Matt had said.

"Now you have more," Foggy had said. "You'll never have to worry about nighttime chafed nips ever again.")

"Nah," Foggy says. "If I were buttering you up, I'd be listening to the police scanner for some guy for you to go wail on. Maybe I could even help zip you up."

Silence. Foggy sighs. "I'm just trying to look out for you, okay, buddy? My previous level of worry was based off the assumption that you were spending your evenings banging supermodels, not getting sliced up and thrown into actual dumpsters. I'm gonna fuss over you. Call it my superpower. I'm turning into my mother faster than the speed of light."

Matt takes another piece of chocolate.

* * *

It's slow in the office, what with Wilson Fisk all tidied up and their conspicuous lack of clients draining on Foggy's bank account every second of every day, and it's sticky hot, and Foggy's falling asleep at his desk like he's back in tort law all over again.

Matt comes into the office with a black eye and a bruise running down his cheek and a look on his face like nothing in the world could possibly be wrong.

"Just let me do this, okay?" Foggy says, holding an ice pack to the point of impact while Matt squirms and Karen looks up from her desk every few moments, trying to pretend she's not worried and failing miserably. "I know you think that this is how it's supposed to be or whatever, but I just want you to know that it isn't."

"There was a mugging." And Matt doesn't even sound mad, just vaguely despondent, like he hears what Foggy's saying but doesn't understand what the words mean.

"I believe you," Foggy says, because he does, no matter how depressing a thought it is. "And I believe that you need to be out there. Or that you need to be out there. Or something like that. But can you just let me do this?"

The ice is cold on Foggy's hand. Matt doesn't say yes, but he doesn't say no, and that's just going to have to be good enough.

my heart...it hurts...and feels warm and fuzzy. the confusion!

I shall repeat my favorite tumblr tag once again: Foggy Nelson is a fucking gift.

(And so are you, anon, this warmed my cold, jaded heart)

Crap, my roof is broken; it's raining on my face.
This was beautiful.

I love your Foggy voice. I love your Matt voice. I love how, for all that Matt has had that doesn't-deserve-or-need-nice-things attitude drilled into his head, he still never says no to anything Foggy gives him.

"My previous level of worry was based off the assumption that you were spending your evenings banging supermodels, not getting sliced up and thrown into actual dumpsters. I'm gonna fuss over you. Call it my superpower. I'm turning into my mother faster than the speed of light." <- new post-season!Foggy headcanon accepted, thanks!

Aw, this is lovely!

Oh god readers I'm so sorry this took so long. Classes have started up again and my health had a little hiccup that made it hard to write. I'm going to try to update regularly, but I'm not sure I'll be able to do so at the same rate you saw this summer. @A@ I'm so sorry

Matt set Foggy up in an apartment less than half a block away from the rows and rows of demon suburbs that were clustered around the pillar. It should be noted that Foggy used the term “suburb” very loosely to describe the unsettling featureless black boxes Matt had told him each held a demon’s personal dwelling. When Foggy asked what was inside these boxes, Matt had just shrugged.

“Whatever they want. As long as it doesn’t interfere with business, it’s no concern of mine.”

The neighborhood Matt picked out for Foggy was definitely more… conventional, as most human dwellings seemed to be. (When asked, Matt said something about projections of what a “house” is and consciousness and cultural perceptions, but Foggy tuned him out as easily as he did his old philosophy professors.) By the look of it, it was more upscale than Hell’s Kitchen and the building looked relatively modern, but Foggy was surprised to find that the apartment itself was almost the same as his old one.

It was obviously not exactly the same (the nicer furniture and the lock that didn’t stick gave it away), but Foggy recognized the thought that Matt put into this and felt something akin to pride well up in his chest.

He was sure to tell Matt he appreciated the gesture, and the dork just smiled to himself before going back to fiddling with the handle of his cane.

He had no business being that endearing.

Matt had decided beforehand that it would be best for him to leave Foggy be for a few hours at this point. It would be a good let him settle into the space and get a little bit of peace before introducing him to what else Hell had in store for him.

Foggy had other plans.

Matt was getting ready to leave, inching towards the door with a tiny white lie on his tongue about how much work he had to get done when the human suddenly spoke the four most terrifying words that any language could conjure up.

“We need to talk.” Foggy’s voice was steady, but Matt noted how his elevated pulse betrayed how calm he was trying to sound. Almost in response, Matt’s own pulse started racing.

“About…?” Matt could think of a million different reasons that Foggy would take on that Very Serious Tone, especially in their situation, so while he wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to know what Foggy had going on in his head, he owed it to the human to listen.

“Right before I… passed on. You said you had feelings for me too.”

“Yes.”

“Did you mean that? Or was that just to make me happy?”

Matt stayed silent. The idea that Foggy thought he would lie about his feelings stung, but goodness knows the human trusted him too much already. A bit of suspicion was overdue, even if it was painful.

At Matt’s lack of an answer, Foggy sighed. He knew this wasn’t going to come easily.

“Matty, I like you. I like you a lot. You’re my best friend and my favorite person and I know you feel the same way. I also like you romantically, but if you don’t feel the same way… I need to know. It’s only fair and I think the least we could do for ourselves is communicate clearly about this.”

Even as the words left his mouth, Foggy found himself wanting to curl up and disappear. He knew he sounded accusatory and defensive, but the thought that Matt maybe had just said he had feelings for Foggy just to be… polite or as a weird obligatory part of their Contract that Foggy mistook for actual feelings turned his stomach.

His fears were soon quelled though.

“Yes.” Matt blurted out, before catching himself. “I mean, no— yes, I meant it. I feel— I feel the same way. Romantically.”

The sigh that left Foggy at that could have leveled buildings.

Despite this new information, neither of them moved, both suddenly unsure of what to do.

Surprisingly, it was Matt that made the first move.

“Can I…” Matt’s voice was small in the silence between them. Matt seemed at a loss for words, but held his arms out to Foggy. His expression was unsure, and if you looked hard enough, you could see that his hands were shaking.

“I want to. Can I?”

Foggy smiled. Matt was actually asking him for contact under no guise whatsoever. Something warm and fluttering (feeling oddly between pride and affection) started up in Foggy’s chest, which only spread throughout his entire body when he stepped into the circle of Matt’s arms and wrapped him up in the snuggest embrace that he could manage.

“Of course,” Foggy murmured into Matt’s shoulder, the wool of his suit rough against his face, “You don’t even have to ask.”

Matt shuddered in response. Turning his head, he pressed his lips into the skin of Foggy’s neck, right below his ear. Foggy huffed out a small breath at the contact, but waited for Matt to pull away before going in to press his own kiss to Matt’s lips.

It was chaste, simple, and probably lasted long enough to make anyone observing uncomfortable, but to them it just felt like they slipped into the spots that the universe carved out for them. Like coming to rest right where they belonged.

Like they were falling into place.

And God, who wouldn’t go to Hell for that?
—
Eventually they shambled their way to Foggy’s couch, which creaked familiarly under their combined weight (though that seemed more for show than anything else, given by its newfound sturdiness). Matt draped himself over Foggy, listening to the sounds of his vessel and trying to sort out what just happened. Foggy meanwhile, ran absent fingers through Matt’s hair. Neither of them felt the need to talk, and just enjoyed the easy silence and the warmth of each other, for no reasons other than the contact itself.

This was shattered by a series of quick, quiet knocks on the door.

Foggy sighed, “Neighbors already? Ugh. Come on, skooch, I should answer that.” He wriggled his way from out under Matt, gently admonishing him as he went. Matt’s groan of discontent was a truly pitiful thing, and Foggy completely ignored it.

Finally untangling himself, Foggy hurried over to the door. A small part of him was wondering if it would be wise to even answer the door. On one hand, he would have done it without thinking while in Hell’s Kitchen, but he wondered now just how good were the odds that he would open this door to find that his next door neighbor was a serial killer… or a door-to-door salesperson.

Still, what was the worst that could happen? He was already dead.

For all of the thought he put into the issue by the time that he actually opened the door, he found who was standing on his doorstep to be… kind of anticlimactic.

Don’t get him wrong, he liked seeing his old coworkers, but having Dave Wallace from L&Z accounting standing on your welcome mat a few hours after you got to Hell was not exactly Faustian material.

“Dave…?”

Foggy’s hesitant question was cut off when Dave whipped an honest-to-God parchment scroll out of thin air and reading it off in a voice too high and fast to connect to the laid back person who carried pictures of kittens around in his wallet that Foggy knew.

“I- I bring tidings from Lord Abbadon, Angel of the Abyss, The Destroyer, Bringer of Swarms, and the promise of a gift from him. This is the first of a series of gifts given in homage by each notable demon of Hell (done so in alphabetical order as to avoid any signs of favoritism among the ranks). Please let him present to you a plague of locusts to release upon the mortal plane if you so desire, the likes of which have not been seen on Earth for centuries.”

Here, Dave held out a huge corked bottle pot, buzzing and wrapped in velvet that Foggy took dazedly while Dave continued reading.

“Should you find this unsatisfactory, my Lord would like to offer his most sincere apologies and accept whatever punishment you would deem necessary for such an insufficient offering. He hopes it is to your liking.”

“Dave…” Foggy tried to interrupt the demon while he was taking a deep breath, but Dave quickly continued talking at a breakneck speed, seemingly oblivious of Foggy’s concern as his eyes were glued to his parchment.

“My lord wishes upon you good fortune in your new position in this realm and that you keep him in your good graces. That is to not say that he doubts your judgment, only that he is excited to see what you plan on doing with your newfound eternity. After all, your—”

“Dave!” Foggy’s sharp yelp was finally enough to make Dave look up, who regarded the human with something that looked uncomfortably like terror.

“What the hell, Dave? What’s going on?”

From the living room, Matt’s voice piped up. “He needs to finish the scroll! It’s spelled to sense any deviations from the text it contains and Abbadon has a flair for dramatic punishment.”

Foggy shot Dave a meaningful look, and was dismayed to see the demon nod in affirmation. With a sigh, Foggy just sighed and nodded at Dave to continue, who did so at a much slower pace.

“After all, your appointment to the esteemed position of head of conflict resolution and interest management is an unprecedented movement in Hell’s upper management. He is most interested to see the development of this department and how the introduction of a human into this process will affect this realm as a whole. And so, with wishes of best luck, My Lord gives his warmest welcomes.”

The sigh of relief that left Dave on that last line was accompanied by an odd buzzing pulse in the air that Foggy could only suspect was the… spell on the scroll being released.

The human waited a few second for Dave to re-catch his breath, before asking again slowly, “Dave, what the hell?”

In response, Dave just shifted and muttered, “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

Despite himself, Foggy could feel a strangled scream building up in his throat. Was Earth the only place that he could get a straight answer from anyone?

It was at this moment that Matt decided to poke his head into the entryway. “Should I go?” he asked, innocent expression firmly in place. The shudder that ran through Dave at the sight of Matt was truly impressive, but the demon only managed a slight squeak of fright.

It was obvious that Foggy wasn’t going to get anything out of him like this.

“Dave and I are going to get some coffee,” Foggy said, leaning down to reach for his shoes. “And when I get back, we’re going to talk about your hiring process.” Foggy paused in the middle of doing up his laces to shoot Matt a stinging (but largely moot) look, only to see Matt’s obviously rehearsed look of innocence slide into something a bit more smug.

“Sounds good,” Matt said, “See you then.”

Grunting, Foggy straightened up and stepped out of the apartment, closing the door a bit harder than necessary. Fully knowing Matt could still hear them, he turned to Dave and put on his most charming smile (which Karen used to say could look downright threatening if used in the right context).

“I’m sorry, I should have asked you before I stepped out, but could we get a cup? I don’t have any money I can use down here. I need a few answers and some caffeine couldn’t hurt.”

Dave gulped nervously, but nodded.

ahaha, the demons are giving presents in alphabetical order to stave off inter-office conflicts over precedence! that's beautiful.

also, yay! matt and foggy admitted they love each other! :DDD

Oh yum.

Matt being hurt that Foggy needs reassuring about Matt's feelings for him, and then actually asking for contact afterwards - that's a huge step forward.

I wonder if Abaddon was aware that Dave knew Foggy when he sent him as messenger?

And then Matt casually explaining the thing with the scroll, and following up by offering to leave so that Foggy can process in peace/spend time with his friend without the devil hovering over them. And Foggy just casually overriding that, almost ordering Matt to wait for him while he socialises - Dave's head must be spinning, here's this laid back ex-mortal casually telling the Lord of Hell how it's going to be, and the Lord of Hell looks smug and happy about it.

This was really cute! I like how it was Matt-focused-on-Foggy-focused.

No apology necessary, I just think it's awesome you're still writing it.

(An anon whose own works have stalled for the last six weeks)

for moment i thought it was Mar knocking ont he door. Bringing gifts an lost of sexua toys cause Matt migth be her boss but she still loves teasing him

Wouldn't have been as much fun if he'd missed. =)

(Prompter here)

No need to apologize! I graduated last May and I now have two part-time jobs. I understand completely. I’ll eagerly await updates but I can be a patient person. I understand that the updates from this summer are not a workable schedule now that it’s fall.

He was sure to tell Matt he appreciated the gesture, and the dork just smiled to himself before going back to fiddling with the handle of his cane.
He had no business being that endearing.
Matt, the adorkable Devil in love. This is perfect.

Matt was getting ready to leave, inching towards the door with a tiny white lie on his tongue about how much work he had to get done when the human suddenly spoke the four most terrifying words that any language could conjure up.
“We need to talk.” Foggy’s voice was steady, but Matt noted how his elevated pulse betrayed how calm he was trying to sound. Almost in response, Matt’s own pulse started racing.
Ahahahahahahaha.

“Can I…” Matt’s voice was small in the silence between them. Matt seemed at a loss for words, but held his arms out to Foggy. His expression was unsure, and if you looked hard enough, you could see that his hands were shaking.
“I want to. Can I?”
Foggy smiled. Matt was actually asking him for contact under no guise whatsoever. Something warm and fluttering (feeling oddly between pride and affection) started up in Foggy’s chest, which only spread throughout his entire body when he stepped into the circle of Matt’s arms and wrapped him up in the snuggest embrace that he could manage.
“Of course,” Foggy murmured into Matt’s shoulder, the wool of his suit rough against his face, “You don’t even have to ask.”
Matt shuddered in response.
THESE TWO WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME. *WAILS* I CAN’T HANDLE MY EMOTIONS.

Eventually they shambled their way to Foggy’s couch, which creaked familiarly under their combined weight (though that seemed more for show than anything else, given by its newfound sturdiness). Matt draped himself over Foggy, listening to the sounds of his vessel and trying to sort out what just happened. Foggy meanwhile, ran absent fingers through Matt’s hair. Neither of them felt the need to talk, and just enjoyed the easy silence and the warmth of each other, for no reasons other than the contact itself.
Auuuuuwwwwwwwwwwww.
Just … wow. Matt draped over Foggy, Foggy petting his hair, just … yesssssssss. This is good. So good.

Foggy sighed, “Neighbors already? Ugh. Come on, skooch, I should answer that.” He wriggled his way from out under Matt, gently admonishing him as he went. Matt’s groan of discontent was a truly pitiful thing, and Foggy completely ignored it.
Foggy just told the Devil to skooch over. OMG.

Don’t get him wrong, he liked seeing his old coworkers, but having Dave Wallace from L&Z accounting standing on your welcome mat a few hours after you got to Hell was not exactly Faustian material.
*cackling forever*

This is the first of a series of gifts given in homage by each notable demon of Hell (done so in alphabetical order as to avoid any signs of favoritism among the ranks).
I did a similar thing in a film script I never got filmed.

“After all, your appointment to the esteemed position of head of conflict resolution and interest management is an unprecedented movement in Hell’s upper management. He is most interested to see the development of this department and how the introduction of a human into this process will affect this realm as a whole.
Ahahahahaha. “Head of conflict resolution and interest management” … nice.

It was at this moment that Matt decided to poke his head into the entryway. “Should I go?” he asked, innocent expression firmly in place. The shudder that ran through Dave at the sight of Matt was truly impressive, but the demon only managed a slight squeak of fright.
*laughs so hard I’m crying*

“And when I get back, we’re going to talk about your hiring process.” Foggy paused in the middle of doing up his laces to shoot Matt a stinging (but largely moot) look, only to see Matt’s obviously rehearsed look of innocence slide into something a bit more smug.
“Sounds good,” Matt said, “See you then.”
Matt likes it when Foggy gives him orders. Niiiiiiice.

Can’t wait for more, but do keep your studies as a priority!

I can't believe I missed this! Forgive a lazy OP. I loved it. Matt driving the ex-cop car, Splinter and Leonardo, Foggy seeing the light! And the demon nun. :D Your fill is wonderful!

(A!anon) Demons can be petty like that, it seemed like something they'd have to hash out. And ohmigosh I was so happy to get these two getting together :)

(A!anon) I'm glad you liked these parts! By the end of this Dave's going to need a huge raise, he is in for quite a lot

(A!anon) thank you! @A@

(A!anon) I was tempted to write this, *so tempted*

Author here! Sorry I missed your comment - I was working on a deadline for another project, so I fell completely off the grid for Daredevil stuff for a while. :(

I like the self-flagellation idea, but in this case, he really just forgets to eat because he doesn't need human food. :) And he's into face-breaking (as in punching bad guys in the face) because that'd be the vindictive, vengeful Satan part of him who likes seeing evil people suffer. ;D

Thanks for reading! ♥

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