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The two sides end up having to work together against a common enemy

Ooooh, I love the idea of them starting out on opposite sides of a case and later having to work together!

I can also see that maybe Foggy created Matt out of the accident that happened so amny eyars ago and what eh thought he could do to save the old guy and in his own head he saved him, Matt saved him. Creating this real/non real allucination of Matt, teh kid that suddenly came out of nowhere and found himself in St. Agnes being blind and having horrible attacks.
At day Foggy is thinking what Matt is doing. Foggy is aware on his own surroundings, his own life but like a writter, in his mind he is having this incredible day around Matt, the kid hero and so are those people that actually see this Matt.
Enter stick who inmediatly knows what Matt is one day and Foggy fights him back creeping people out cause he actually has a meltdown when Stick tries to talk it out of imaginary friends and the monster he is. Foggy's powers are so powerfull that Stick stays and trains Matt and Foggy is happy cause Matt si even more awesome and he wants to meet that kid someday (Foggy is 12 here so stick with me)
Years later of incredible world building in Foggy's head around Matt makes them actually see each otehr when he come s looking for his room and Foggy is static to meet the kid thats aved that old guys life, the kid that was his hero and here Matt knwos what he is (after years and years of world building and Foggy's abbilities increasing, Matt knows what he is and has developed his own concious, he wants to say Foggy teh truth but he doesnt want to hurt his friend.
The shit happen s and the reveal comes and BOOM!
Im Out this promp destroyed me!

Omg this. All this. <3

Here are a few fics (besides the ones already referenced on this thread) that may be relevant to your interests!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4060564

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3937312

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4435670

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4436978

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4319103

Awww, that was sweet! :-)

“Foggy, you've got mail from what looks like an alumni foundation from somewhere?”

Foggy groans and takes the mail when Karen hands it over. “If they want my money, they can't have it. Columbia keeps asking, they seem to have this fond hope that their matriculated lawyers make a living wage.”

“If it were Columbia, I would have told you,” says Karen, rolling her eyes and taking the pile of probable junk mail and bills to her desk to sort, but Foggy is already staring in mild horror at the return stamp and doing some mental math. It's pretty easy math.

His heart must be doing something, because Matt pokes his head out of his office and frowns at Foggy. “Mail call?”

“I am suspecting this is the doom every kid who was unpopular in high school dreads. Or looks forward to, I guess.” Matt's still frowning, more confused than worried now, and Foggy sighs. “Karen, back me up here: high school reunion. Worst thing?”

“It can't be that bad,” Matt says, although Karen's making a scrunched-up sort of face that says she knows exactly what he means. Which is weird, in retrospect, because Karen is very pretty and it's hard to imagine high school sucking for her.

“You don't get to have an opinion here, you probably had people swooning all over you like in law school.”

Matt snorts. “Yes, Foggy, the blind orphan who lived with nuns was very well-liked and popular.”

Point. Both of them have always kind of avoided talking about high school. Foggy probably should have extrapolated from that, plus there's the whole post-trauma thing from Stick that Matt would have still been dealing with in high school. “Well then, you know exactly why I'm annoyed about this invitation.”

“Come on, Foggy, it can't be that bad,” says Karen, and it's the opposite of convincing. At least she tries. “You're a lawyer with your own practice, you even got some press after Fisk. You think your classmates wouldn't be impressed?”

“When you're as unpopular as I was, you don't come to the reunion unless you think you're going to out-and-out win it, and I think that's unlikely.”

“You can't win a reunion,” says Matt, who is possibly the most competitive person in the world and knows that's a lie. Even Karen is giving him a pitying look, and Matt must be able to supersense that, because he sighs and shakes his head. “Don't go if you don't want to, but you have nothing at all to be ashamed of. I'll go if you need moral support.”

“And you haven't even opened the envelope,” Karen points out. “It could be a plea for money after all.”

Foggy opens the envelope. There's a cheerful clipart of balloons around the number 10 that is probably intended for kids' birthdays at the top, and then an invitation and an RSVP number and a cheerful note that it's organized by Stephanie Wallis, who once told him it was a pity he liked girls too because she could have used a gay friend. On the rare occasions he reminisces about high school Foggy kind of wonders if he isn't just filling in the worst parts of teen comedies. “If only. Is the shredder working, Karen?”

She laughs, hand over her mouth. “Not right now. You've still got that dart you stole from Josie's, right? Use it for target practice, maybe that will help.”

Foggy laughs. “Maybe I will.”

Matt frowns from the door to his office because Matt is the poster child for facing your demons, but if Matt goes to his high school reunion he's going to show up looking like an underwear model so Foggy refuses to deal with his judgey expression.

After a minute, Karen asks a question about their thoughts on charity donations and whether the fax machine would help, and Foggy figures that's the end of it.

*

It's not the end of it, because Foggy sometimes forgets that he graduated high school with Cousin Meg.

“If you don't go,” she says on the phone after his mother (the traitor) tells Karen (the traitor) that it's very necessary that he has a conversation with his cousin about important legal matters, “then everyone's going to think it's because you're scared. So you go, you have a few drinks, you keep a low profile and talk to the people in our graduating class who didn't suck, you spend a night in a hotel so you aren't on a twin mattress on your floor for at least one night, and you forget about it for another ten years.”

“Excuse you, it is a full size mattress on my floor. Bedframes are for people with regular paychecks.”

Meg laughs at him. “Come on, Foggy, I think you're overestimating the success of our classmates. You've got a law degree, you've got Matt—”

“Matt does not count as a trophy spouse.”

“Details,” says Meg, and Foggy really hopes Matt isn't listening to this conversation. He says he tries not to eavesdrop, but he also loves Foggy's family enough to be nosy. “Is he coming?”

“It would be weird for him to show up to a high school reunion without the person who was actually invited. Unless you want to ditch Jeff and have a torrid affair, I guess.”

Meg sighs like she's very disappointed in him. “Honey, if I thought Matt would, I would seriously consider it, but at this point you're fighting a losing battle and we both know it. One night in a hotel, with an open bar, telling everyone you've got your own law practice.”

“My own very broke law practice.”

“Yeah, you don't have to tell them that part. Like they're going to be talking about their alcohol problems and their ex-wives. You just don't tell them you're broke! Simple.”

At this point, it's just delaying the inevitable to protest that he isn't going. His mother, Karen, Meg, and most horrifyingly Matt all seem to agree that he should do it. Everything from here on out is just getting the best possible bargain. “If I let you talk me into this, you back me up next time Nana and the aunts start laying it on thick about me getting married instead of laughing at me.”

“I think it's sweet that they've tried to be inclusive since New York legalized gay marriage,” says Meg, but she's laughing, the traitor. “At least they haven't done it too much in front of Matt.”

But they've done it while Matt's been in the house, or out in the yard since the Nelson children collectively adore him. That hasn't occurred to Foggy before, and he is going to have to scream a little about it sometime when he is several blocks away from Matt. He has really uncomfortable waking nightmares about just how many lies Matt has played along with over the years and this isn't even lying but it's still uncomfortable. “Either way, can I count on your support?”

“This is not actually a personal favor to me, you realize.”

“You're the one who wants me to go, so I kind of think it is. Are you on my side?” She hums, and Foggy goes in for the kill. “I mean, if you want someone there to run interference so Jeff and Joey will never meet ...”

“Fine, fine, for the purpose of preventing my dear husband being thrown in jail I will back you up with Nana and the aunts.”

Foggy grins. “Maybe I shouldn't go after all. I could defend him if he got thrown in jail.”

“Ha ha. So, you'll send in your RSVP this week and talk Matt into coming, right? Matt's your trump card, even if you aren't married he's still hot enough to count.”

“Matt offered to come already,” says Foggy.

The pause that follows is long enough that he feels like he's given something away, but he didn't. He's not going to overexplain Matt coming to his high school reunion just like he doesn't explain Matt coming to Christmas and Thanksgiving and getting his own invitation to Cousin Stacey's wedding. Matt's presence in his life doesn't need explaining at this point. “Of course he did,” she finally says, sounding nothing but exasperated. “I shouldn't have resorted to extortionate tactics, I should have just let him lecture you. Now I've got to go, your mother just finished a batch of cookies, but we'll talk about coordinating hotel rooms and stuff. See you soon, Foggy!”

She hangs up, and Foggy makes a face at the phone before he pokes his head out of the office to look at Karen, who is trying to look like an innocent angel and actually doing a really good job, and Matt, who's lurking by the braille printer pretending really badly that he wasn't eavesdropping. “For the record,” he tells Karen, because Matt is smirking and Foggy may yell at him if he tries to say anything, “if my mother calls the office instead of my cell it can be assumed that she is calling for nefarious reasons. Please pretend that I am busy and important.”

“What was she calling about?” Matt asks, with terribly faked innocence.

Foggy sighs. “It looks like I'm going to that reunion after all.”

*

*offers firstborn*

I am all over Matt/Frank! Honestly, if my real-world life wasn't such a mess I would be filling out this prompt and many of the others.

Not sure if this is too far off the prompt, but what if little Matt was a real friend of little Foggy until he died in the accident? Little Foggy couldn't cope with his friend's death, so he started to imagine Matt alive. Matt's father is murdered a few months later, which triggers Foggy even deeper into his hallucination, creating the whole idea of Matt as a lonely orphan. The hallucination is too painful to deal with after awhile, so he tries to block it from his head. He succeeds until the pressure and stress of college causes him to snap, his powers go haywire, and that's when he not only brings his Matt hallucination back but the hallucination starts affecting others...

I do need more Matt-suffering that does not rate that High on the angst scale but is still suffering.

I've just read about some knitters who are blind, and I just love the idea of Matt learning how. Did the nuns teach him? Did he pick it up in college to help with stress+anger? I just want Foggy to proudly display his collection of scarves Matt made him.

I know this is a Foggy!whump/Matt!whump via Foggy!whump prompt but also think of the possibilities of Matt's experiences independently of what he would find out? How does he experience the thing there? Does he 'see' just like he does outside with his radar? Is it more like a dream he might have with vague shapes and blurred colours? Does he actually see because this is Foggy's mind and Foggy can see?
How are his other senses? Is his body/mind outside still conscious so that he is in Foggy's mind but can also hear the couple arguing two blocks away? Or would he experience relative silence for the first time in ages?

I am honour-bound to second every knitting prompt until at least one of them gets filled.

I'm flailing, this is so good. I love cousin Meg!

There's a crowd at the entrance, when Matt, Karen and Foggy get there. Matt can tell, because he can hear a hundred, a thousand, too many distinctive heartbeats to count, all of them beating fast with panic and worry and shock, as the police officer--at least he assumes whoever's talking is a police officer, they've got the authority in their voice--is trying to direct them towards a church, trying to maintain order over a crowd full of newly-resurrected people, most of them no doubt experiencing some degree of disorientation and shock.

"Do you see anyone we know?" Karen asks, worriedly.

"Don't know, it's hard to make them out," says Foggy. "Matt, you have that--weird heartbeat-sensing thing you do. Is there anyone we know in that crowd?"

"It's a crowd," says Matt, long-suffering. There are limits to his abilities like everything else, as he keeps telling Foggy, but he doesn't always get that. "It's easy to pick out heartbeats if, say, they're calm and few in number. These people are not calm, and there were, at the very least, seven hundred people or so buried here."

"But if you knew that heartbeat really, really well--" Karen starts.

"It still wouldn't help," says Matt. "The best thing we can do is head to the church, see if anyone we know is there--"

"Señor Foggy!" someone calls--a familiar voice, one Matt didn't think he'd hear again.

"Oh my god," says Foggy, grabbing on to Matt's arm, shock and relief intermingling in his tone. "Matt, Mrs. Cardenas is waving at us, she's--she's okay!" He raises his voice, shouting, "Mrs. C! Over here!"

"Elena!" Karen shouts. "Estamos aquí!"

"And you didn't even need to use me for that," Matt remarks, amused. “Señora Cárdenas, hola, se encuentra bien?”

“Estoy bien, Señor Murdock,” says Mrs. Cardenas, peeling away from the crowd, funeral shoes tapping frantically against the pavement. Her heartbeat comes quick and fast, but when she’s just in front of them it starts to relax, and she sucks in a lungful of breath like she can’t believe she can. Between the shock of dying violently and suddenly waking up in a narrow area underground, it’s understandable. “Lo ultimo que recuerdo es el dolor y la muerte viniendo por mi, ¿como es que estoy viva?” she asks.

“Blame the Avengers,” Foggy mutters. “I mean--uh, es one historia muy, um, largo?” He coughs, then whispers to Matt, “That’s the Spanish for long, right?”

“Larga,” Matt corrects. “Also, your accent’s horrible.”

“Is not!” Foggy protests, and Matt nudges his side with his elbow. “Ow--Punjabi’s easier--”

“Says the man who nearly failed his Punjabi class,” Matt mutters.

“Le explicaremos todo cuando lleguemos a la oficina,” Karen says, taking Mrs. Cardenas’ elbow. “Pero por el momento le tengo excelentes noticias, Elena.”

“Oh, por fin el Señor Foggy y tu son novios?” Mrs. Cardenas asks, and Matt claps a hand over his mouth and turns the laugh that bubbles involuntarily out of him into a cough.

“Lo siento, pesque un resfriado la semana pasada,” he says.

"Right," says Karen, her tone utterly skeptical. "A cold." You are such a terrible liar, she doesn't say, but he can hear the tone of her voice and infer from there.

“You are such a liar,” Foggy hisses, giving voice to Karen's silent accusation as they fall in step behind her and Mrs. Cardenas. “Such a liar, Murdock, last week you broke a rib.”

“Bruised a rib,” Matt says, lying. It still hurts like a bitch, but it’s not like he has to let Foggy know about that. And his dad--oh, god. “You guys go on,” he says, quickly. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Where are you going?” Foggy asks. “I mean, we gotta tell Mrs. C about what happened while she was--” He cuts himself off, then says, “Away.”

“While she was dead, you mean,” Matt says. “I’m just going to the church. See if anyone else we know has turned up. It should be calmer than the graveyard, at any rate.”

“Don’t fall down a manhole,” says Foggy, absently, and Matt can’t stop himself from smiling, doesn’t want to.

"Please," he says, "I'm more careful than that."

"Yeah, right," Foggy snorts, then walks away, quickening his pace to catch up with Karen and Mrs. Cardenas. Matt stays there for a moment, then turns back to the graveyard. So far so good, and he starts tapping his way down the sidewalk and towards the church.

--

Nelson & Murdock, as it turns out, is a very tiny law firm, small enough to fit into a very cramped office space. It also has the most easily-jimmied lock in history, or so Ben claims once he jimmies it open with a paperclip from downstairs and lets them both in.

"You know," says Gwen, "I expected something more--sleek. Soulless. You know, like lawyers."

Jack coughs. "Watch it," he says, and Gwen holds up her hands. The blood's dried, he notices, but it's covered in dirt and grime.

"Sorry," she says. "It's just, my dad was in the police." Which explains a lot, really.

"No harm done," Ben says, dryly, heading into the kitchenette.

"Wash your hands," Jack tells her, looking at one of the open offices. Matt's, he thinks--there are papers in Braille stacked neatly on the desk, a laptop (a very thin, very sleek one), and a notepad with absurdly messy handwriting.

He steps closer, stopping at the doorway. This is his son's office. This is his son's life, and he's been out of it for nearly twenty years and--is there any making up for that? Probably not, he's missed twenty years when he should've been there--

"Either of you drink coffee?" Ben calls from the kitchenette, and Jack steps away from the office. Gwen's quicker than him, and she's in the kitchenette in no time flat, washing up her hands and badgering Ben about putting sugar in hers.

"Black," says Jack.

"Your funeral," says Ben. Jack snorts out a laugh, just as Gwen chuckles softly to herself as she shakes her hands, sending droplets everywhere. “So--Battlin’ Jack Murdock, wasn’t it?”

Jack nods, moving over to replace Gwen once she’s done washing her hands. The water stings against his fingers, but soon enough his hands are mostly clean. The sink, however, is a different story, the white porcelain now stained a dirty, muddy red. “Yeah,” he says.

“Heard a lot about you,” says Ben. “Mostly from the papers. Your boy didn’t say much about you to me, but then again, we weren’t really close.”

“Wasn’t he the kid who got his eyes knocked out saving that old guy?” Gwen asks, and holds up her free hand. The other one’s got a tight hold on the handle of a mug that reads Lawyers Never Lose Their Appeal, with a faded scribble of an avocado underneath.

Jack does not roll his eyes, but he does bite back a heated reply. “His eyes didn’t get knocked out,” he says instead.

Gwen sucks in a breath, glances down at her mug. “Sorry,” she mumbles. “Can I blame the shock of coming back from the dead?”

“Only for today,” says Ben, dryly. “Here. Coffee’s terrible, but what can you do.”

The coffee is bitter--excessively so, and Jack has to force it down his throat. Strange, he should be used to bitter coffee by now, except--except he’s been dead near twenty years, hasn’t he, there’s a lot of things that have changed over the years. Either coffee or Matt's tastes are among them. “So how’d you meet him? Matt, I mean,” he says.

Ben shrugs. “I met Karen Page first,” he says, nodding to the empty desk that greeted them when they came in. “She’s the secretary here. Good kid, too.” There’s a note of pride in his tone, a pride Jack recognizes--it’s the same pride he felt when he saw the sign out front, Nelson & Murdock. “Got caught up in something bad, but instead of hiding, she took it to me. She’s not the sort to let go of something once she’s got it in her teeth, no matter what it takes to hold on.”

“Reminds me of somebody,” Gwen says, sipping at her cup and making a face. “Aw, this is terrible.”

“Told you,” says Ben, just as the door opens and a voice drifts in, saying something in Spanish, then, “Did I get that right, Karen?”

“You got it so, so wrong,” says another voice. “Christ--sorry, Elena--I know I locked the door--”

“You did,” says Ben, stepping out of the kitchenette. Jack steps out behind him, heart beating fast against his chest--

--and doesn’t see his son. There’s an old woman staring at them in shock, and a younger one--blonde, blue eyes, must be the Karen Page Ben was talking about--and a man just behind, with dirty blonde shoulder-length hair and a shocked look on his face, and Matt’s nowhere in sight.

“Dios mio,” the old woman whispers.

“Ben?” Karen asks. “I--oh my god, you’re--”

“Alive,” says Ben. “Yeah, I’m just getting used to it again. Your coffee’s still terrible, by the way.”

“See,” says the man--Nelson, probably--his voice coming out slightly strangled, “told you.” He coughs, glances at Jack, and says, “And who’re you? I mean, you kinda look familiar.”

“I’m Jack,” Jack says. “Jack Murdock.” He gives Nelson a tight smile, and is greeted with a dropped jaw and a slow, disbelieving huff of breath. “You’re Nelson, right?”

“Foggy,” says Nelson. “Foggy Nelson.” He runs a hand through his hair, and says, “I’m guessing you’re here for Matt, then?”

Jack nods, says, “Thought I’d find him here.”

“Yeah,” says Foggy Nelson, “uh. He kinda went looking for you in the church.” He digs into his pocket, takes out what looks like a shiny, plastic brick, and Jack’s about to ask why he’s carrying that around when he presses--something, and. Well. Now he gets what Gwen meant, if that’s what a phone looks like today.

Speaking of Gwen--

“Hey,” she says, emerging from the kitchenette with her mug, “there’s no sugar left, we used it all up. Sorry.” She pauses, blinks at the three of them, and gives a casual wave.

“Right,” says Nelson. “What’s the dead teenaged daughter of the late Captain Stacy doing here?”

“Mooching off your coffee,” Gwen says. “Which sucks, by the way.”

“See?” Karen says. “It’s not my--technique, whatever that is, it’s just the coffeemaker, which we really need to fix--”

“Can I borrow your phone?” Jack asks, setting his mug aside on the table and cutting in before Karen can start on whatever else might be the problem with their coffee. “I just--I’ve got a call to make.”

“I’m already on it,” says Nelson.

translations here, courtesy of a very kind Spanish-speaking anon:

estamos aqui - we're over here

Señora Cárdenas, hola, se encuentra bien? - hello, Mrs. Cardenas, are you all right?

estoy bien - I'm just fine

Lo ultimo que recuerdo es el dolor y la muerte viniendo por mi, ¿como es que estoy viva? - But the last thing I remember is dying. How am I alive?

Foggy's trying to say "it's a very long story" (es one historia muy larga, but he's mangling it.

Le explicaremos todo cuando lleguemos a la oficina - We'll explain when we get to the office

Pero por el momento le tengo excelentes noticias, Elena - But I have some very good news for you, Elena

por fin el Señor Foggy y tu son novios? - you and Foggy got together?

Lo siento, pesque un resfriado la semana pasada - I'm sorry, I got sick with a cold a week ago

Dios mio - my god

I NEED THIS

kind of reminds me of Misfits tbh

Okay, my internship is kind of boring because I have exactly zero interest in the inner workings of a law firm, so I might think about filling this. How does the OP feel about combining this prompt with one of those about Matt meeting his mother? (Because I have been planning something for those, and the arrival of Anna Nelson would actually wrap the main arc nicely.)

He makes gifts of scarves in hideous colours as passive-aggressive statements. (Oh, how.... thoughtful. It's very soft. And warm too. Very soft and warm. And well-made! Don't say anything about the colour, don't say anything about the colour, it's a blind guy, of course he can't tell what colour it is, you can't mention that.)

Revenge scarves. They may only have to wear it once- but he can taste their embarrassment.

Does Foggy learn to knit out of spite to pay him back once he figures out that Matt did it deliberately? 'This is a beautiful, manly dark-blue (neon-pink) with black (orange) stripes?'

Spite knitting is always something we need more of.

When Claire leaves but promises she'll be around for when Matt really needs her, she doesn't just mean when he's injured from a fight. She's also gotten used to seeing Matt trying to cope with subdrop by himself (something that occurs both because he often refuses aftercare and because a lot of the guys he gets into fights with are doms and, if matt's craving a beating, he'll just let them do the work before suffering through a horrendous drop), seeing him practically vibrating out of his skin for want of discipline, seen him generally struggling to get what he needs as a sub who is also a superhero, with a load of other issues besides.

So, she makes Matt promise to call her both when he needs kickass nurse!claire and/or when he needs kickass domme!claire. Idm whether you make the relationship sexual or not or whether it eventually become romantic. Whatever calls most to you, anons.

I'm giggling at the entire thread, it's the cutest

It has turned into some sort of tradition. Every year they make each other horrible scarves for Christmas. Foggy always tells Matt how the scarf he got feels so good and the cables are really beautiful and talks about anything but the colour. Matt always goes 'an I am sure this goes well with my new suit. These are nice muted colours I'm sure'.
The first person who laughs looses.
The first time Karen witnesses it she just goes 'WTF? If anybody asks I never met these people in my life.'

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Prompt Post #5

Re: Harry Potter crossover

Re: Suits crossover, Nelson and Murdock vs. Harvey Specter

Re: Matt isn't real

Re: Matt/Foggy: letters

Re: Something horrible happens to Foggy because of Matt

Re: [FILL] Matthew Murdock and the Wish for a Mrs. Weasley

FILL What All This Time Was For (1/?)

Re: Matt & or / Foggy , Inside Foggy's Head

Re: Matt/Frank - Patching up + UST

Re: Matt isn't real

Re: Matt breaks his leg

Matt knows how to knit

Re: Matt & or / Foggy , Inside Foggy's Head

Re: Matt knows how to knit

Re: FILL What All This Time Was For (1/?)

fill: still got a lot of fight left in me 3/?

no subject

Re: Mutant!Foggy with a twist

Re: Gen: Anna Nelson vs The Former Maggie Murdock

Re: Matt knows how to knit

Re: Matt knows how to knit

Re: Matt knows how to knit

Claire/Matt or Claire & Matt, D/s AU

Re: Matt knows how to knit

Re: Matt knows how to knit