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a one night stand in college left one of matt's hook-ups pregnant. he had no idea until she shows up at nelson and murdock, almost a decade later, with a nine year old girl in tow. matt somehow winds up being the primary caregiver for this girl

how does he manage to maintain his night life as daredevil when he has an anklebiter around?

But what if they ask Matt to do a cameo?

Do it! doitdoitdoitdoitdoit

And how awkward is it when Matt, Foggy, and Karen all go to see the movie together and Matt listens to both of their heartbeats escalate during the shirtless scenes and he's like "come on, guys, that's sort of my Dad..."

And they're like "Like father, like son"

I read that fic in one night and im in love with it.
Everything that happens is so good and keeps you on the edge. When Matt lost it i was almost screaming at my phone at 3 am

"But Frank, what do you mean it's not the Daredevil?"

"Simple, Soap. I mean it wasn't him. It's not his style. He doesn't kill, never has, and I hope never will. This is a set up. Somebody out there crazy enough to kill the Kingpin wants us to think the Daredevil did it."

"But why him? Why frame the Daredevil?"

"I don't know, Soap. Maybe he has a grudge. Maybe he's planning something and he wants the Daredevil out of the way. Maybe he just likes to play with us. But I know one thing: I'm going to find this guy, and when I do, he ain't gonna be happy to see me."

Anon from above you, I might steal this in the fill.

I just want jealous!Matt getting twisted up and trying to hide it when Foggy hooks up with someone else.

Because Matt may have his ~reasons for not making a move on Foggy (some of them may actually be valid! re: senses and the not revealing of), but that doesn't stop him from being jealous. Or from being guilty about being jealous. Or from wanting to be a passive-aggressive little shit instead of smiling mildly and being a supportive wingman.

+10 if he's not even aware it's jealousy at first.

+100 if Marci saw right through him, but didn't really give a crap because Murdock could do whatever he wanted over in his corner, but Foggy was still her boyfriend, k thanks.

+1000 if at least one time it's a guy and Foggy doesn't talk about it and Matt gets very twitchy.

+a MILLION if it's post-series and Matt figured he had this under control by now but then Foggy starts up with someone else, and nope. Nope. Not under control at all.

(Do you need the lyrics? Because I have the lyrics.)

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibi
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrkeWsQZNyU

(i have no shame. none.)

oh, man, though. I'm rereading the Waid run again and what if he runs into Ikari? 616!Matt already had enough trouble with the guy, MCU!Matt is going to be in deep, deep shit.

What, like pegging him in the cauterized bullet hole?

Matt and Frank are drift compatible. Do whatever you want with it.

The hotel the reunion is happening at is practically in Jersey, since the alumni fund isn't enough to pay for someplace better. Jeff and Meg, luckily, have a car since Jeff is always going off on business trips, so they drive over together after Foggy and Matt shut down the office an hour early on Friday afternoon and tell Karen to enjoy her weekend.

“I talked to Meredith, got the scoop on everything,” says Meg as soon as they're in the car, turning around in the front seat. “She's on the alumni committee because she's working in the school office these days—I told you that, right? Anyway, she says it's mostly booze and bad decorations, but also yearbook pictures so, you know, prepare yourself.”

Foggy makes a face and turns to Matt. “Be glad you can't see those. I was a really awkward kid and high school was the era where I discovered my hair is really weird when it's short.”

“Also he had braces till he was sixteen.”

“Thanks, Meg.” Matt is frowning, fingers tapping restlessly on his thigh, and Foggy wants to ask if this is reunion-related (and if so why the hell he wanted to come in the first place) or if he's worried about leaving Hell's Kitchen to its own devices for a night. Matt has essentially made himself babysitter to the world's worst toddler, now that Foggy thinks about it. “Anyway, Matt doesn't care, he can go on blithely assuming that I've always been the charming and suave man I am today.”

That startles Matt into a grin. “Your mother narrated your whole growing-up scrapbook to me once.”

Foggy knows the scrapbook well. His mom still updates it when she feels sentimental (the most recent entry that he knows about it is a Nelson and Murdock business card), and the early parts are fairly embarrassing, what with the pictures of him falling asleep in spaghetti and dressing up as a watermelon for Halloween. “This whole family is against me. Anyone I actually like showing up, Meg?”

“Besides me? And Meredith, I guess, she liked you fine. I think she said some of the AV guys would be there, and Benny Rosenbaum if you feel like rekindling your crush.”

Matt makes an interested noise, and Foggy immediately knows he's doomed. “Who's Benny Rosenbaum?”

Meg is already opening her mouth, and Foggy decides that if he tells the story himself at least he'll be able to have some control over how it gets told. “The one classmate besides Meg who I'm still friends with on Facebook and the reason I ended up coming out as bi in high school.” He shrugs when Matt frowns in his direction. “I asked him to Homecoming. He said no, but he was nice about it.”

“Benny was the lead in all the drama club productions,” says Meg. “Foggy would make me go like four times so he could swoon. I think he got him flowers once.”

“Hey, no, that is blatantly false, I just got his autograph and told him he was going to be famous someday.”

Matt is still frowning. “And is he famous?”

Meg starts laughing. Jeff is the only person in the car ignoring this conversation. Good, reliable Jeff. He's boring but Foggy likes him, because he's not a terrible person, unlike some people. “He's an accountant in Trenton,” she says.

“Not everyone gets their childhood dreams. For instance, I am neither a shark-tamer nor Big Bird.”

Still with the frown. “Well, he'll get a chance to see what he missed out on.”

Honestly. “Yes, I'm sure he and his very nice wife will be heartbroken. Didn't you ever have a high school crush? Can you honestly tell me you still think it would be a good idea to be with them?”

Matt doesn't answer, still looking mutinous, and Meg must pick up on something, because she starts talking about their other classmates, all the information he's going to need to prepare to seem like he knows just little enough about it to play it cool. If he can manage the cool thing.

Eventually, Jeff captures Meg's attention, the two of them talking about some project they're doing in their apartment, which they own like the disgustingly financially stable adults they are. Foggy should have gone into engineering.

The back seat is quiet until Matt says, very quietly under the sound of Meg giving a major lambast about one of Jeff's co-workers, “Mary Jo Nealson. She was a year ahead of me and she tutored me in chemistry because I was still learning the braille to represent the chemical equations and I fell behind. I asked her to date me two weeks before midterms and we went on one before she decided I was too much trouble.”

“Well damn, if she's a year older than you she probably won't be at your reunion when we go so I can't rub her nose in how awesome you are.”

“You wouldn't need to. You just asked if I would think it's a good idea to date her still, and I don't. And I don't think you should date someone you've only seen on Facebook for the last ten years, but you can still show him what he's missing out on.”

“Stop telling secrets back there,” says Meg, and Foggy's kind of grateful because he's got no idea what to say to that. “Tell Jeff if this asshole at his office is doing anything illegal or not.”

It turns out he is, or at least something worthy of civil litigation, so Foggy ends up spending the rest of the drive wrapped up in the legal problem, exchanging ideas with Matt just like they do in the office and almost forgetting where they're going until finally Meg stops swearing about Jeff's coworker and starts swearing about how people park like assholes.

“Of course they do, we went to high school with them,” says Foggy, and tries to relax when Matt squeezes his arm.

*

The hotel lobby is bustling with vaguely familiar-looking people, but they're a little early, so Foggy just concentrates on checking Matt and himself into the hotel (one room, two beds, and he already wants to just spend the whole night in there like they did in law school) and telling Meg he'll see her down at the reception.

“We're in room 326,” Foggy says as they get in the elevator, “and this hotel is super non-ADA compliant which we can sue them for later, since it seems like they don't have braille or raised room numbers, so we'll have to pace it out for you if for some reason you have to come back here without me or with me incapacitated by beer.”

Matt laughs. “Hopefully they won't drive you to enough drink that you can't read numbers.”

Foggy mutters something he instantly forgets and finds their room, swiping his keycard and letting them in. At least the card has a raised bit so Matt should be able to tell which side has the magnetic strip on it. “Okay, here we are, hotel room sweet hotel room, please don't tell me someone was murdered in here recently.”

“Not recently,” Matt says, nose wrinkled up, and drops Foggy's arm to pull his suitcase a few steps in and then explore. He does it the same way he always does a new place when he isn't asking for a tour, even though he could probably stand in one place and figure out where the beds are. There are two of them, bigger than dorm beds, with comforters in an inoffensive shade of beige-ish green and generic hotel wall art on the walls above them.

“You'll have to smell the shampoo and tell me if it will bother your nose if I steal it,” says Foggy, putting his suitcase down, swinging the door shut, and starting his own inspection. It's fairly bare bones, just a television and a tiny bathroom and something that's trying to be both a side table and a desk. The view probably isn't worth having, since the curtains are shut.

“Probably. But I'll see.” Matt is feeling around in the drawers of the little table between the beds with the lamp on it. “I think I've got the cable directory and the Bible, if you need reading material.”

“Too bad they don't have it in braille.”

Matt shakes his head and shuts the door. He's smiling when he turns around. “I don't think I'll really need to spend much time reading the Bible tonight.”

“And hopefully won't end up doing anything that makes you feel the need to go to confession tomorrow. This is going to be a pretty tame party, though. Some booze, convincing Jeff that Meg's ex-boyfriend who got her arrested that one time is not worth killing, you know, the usual.”

Matt laughs. “Now you're saying it won't be eventful? I thought you were expecting a gauntlet of bullies. I'd much rather have boring, of course, but that's a change.”

Foggy shrugs. “I figure mostly they'll ignore me, which will be awkward but fairly pain-free. Now, do you want to freshen up in the bathroom first?”

“Thanks. About an hour until we have to go down?”

“Yeah, and there will be food there, but it's not a dinner or anything, so it's just going to be finger foods. Do you want to order something up?”

Matt shakes his head. “No, not unless we get hungry after we get back. I'll be able to identify whatever they're offering me by smell, or you can tell me if I'm not sure.”

“Okay, always good to have a plan. Now you go make sure you don't smell like car and change if you want, and I'll see what kind of pay-per-view they've got, since you're paying for incidentals.” Or text Karen and tell her that this was a terrible idea and he's going to walk a million miles to the nearest subway station and come home.

Matt makes a face like he wants to say something and then rummages in his suitcase to pull a few things out before he goes into the bathroom.

Foggy changes while Matt's in the bathroom, after a minute of dithering about it. It's not going to be weird. He and Matt changed in the room all the time in the dorm, and it shouldn't be different now.

When Matt comes out of the bathroom, he looks a lot less rumpled and he's wearing one of his rare shirts that's actually a color, which are usually date shirts. It's kind of a sideways honor, and Foggy grins when he claps Matt on the shoulder as they pass each other. “I'm going to do something about my hair and give myself a really rousing pep talk in the mirror and then we can talk about the disputed will case—the Sweeneys, right?—until it's time to head down.”

“The Sweeneys,” Matt confirms, and catches Foggy by the arm before he goes into the bathroom. “And you're going to be fine.”

That's basically all the pep talk Foggy needs, when Matt sounds so sure about it, but he still lingers in the bathroom, trying to avoid staring in the mirror like a cliché but still wondering how much he's changed, whether the hair and the suit are going to keep him from feeling fifteen again.

Matt is sitting on the edge of one of the beds when Foggy comes out, hands clasped on his knees, and he gives Foggy one of his encouraging smiles, like he does whenever he's trying to convince Foggy to do something that's probably a good idea in the long run. Someday Foggy is going to stop being a sucker for Matt smiling.

“Let's talk about the case,” says Foggy, and sits down on the other bed.

Meg has to text them after most of an hour to ask where the hell they are and to tell him that Stephanie Wallis is a bottle brunette now and it's the best thing that's ever happened to her.

“Once more into the breach?” Matt asks when Foggy goes quiet to read the text, already standing up.

Foggy stands up to and reaches out for Matt's arm. “Lay on, MacDuff. The sooner we get down there the sooner we can leave.”

“That's the spirit,” Matt says, wry, and grabs their keycards and wallets from the table as they head out of the room.

*

(Next time, the actual reunion begins!)

YESSSSS I would read and love this so damn hard

I kind of headcannoned it as a sort of virus based variant of a catevari.

Why do you guys keep giving out so many prompts? STOP TEMPTING ME.

sexual assault tw

Matt knew that being a superhero -- he prefers the term vigilante, but it's all a matter of semantics -- would have the potential to invite strangeness into his life. After all, the Avengers have aliens, the Fantastic Four has whatever-the-fuck they had, and Matt has...

An evil version of himself from an alternate universe.

He thinks he'd almost the aliens. There would be a lot fewer existential crises with aliens.

"I can't let you go," Matt says to his other self -- to Murdock. He has no billy club to back up his words, no Daredevil suit, but he knows he has to try. He can't let this-- this monster go. "I can't let you order any more kills in my city."

Matt can hear the slick slide of Murdock's lips as Murdock grins to himself.

"So I really am a bona fide good guy in this universe," Murdock murmurs. "Well. Almost good. Looks like that violent streak is a constant across universes."

And then Murdock is on him, vicious and feral as he moves like lightning across the empty parking garage. And maybe if Matt had his suit on he could take Murdock, but he's exhausted and worn from three days of trying to track down Murdock. Maybe that's why he loses their short scuffle.

Or maybe Murdock's just a better fighter than he is. Matt has to let the devil out to fight, but Murdock always has the devil out. He's always ready to draw blood.

"You can't be me," Matt begs, when Murdock pins his hands against the wall. "I could never be like you."

"But clearly you could," Murdock says, nodding his head to gesture at himself since his hands aren't free to do it. "No need to take it so personally. In this universe you dress up as a devil to play the guardian angel; in mine I play the devil on behalf of Fisk; and in some other universe, some other Matt Murdock can't even dream of what we can do. But this is this universe, at this moment. So we may as well savor it."

Murdock makes his point by actually kissing Matt, ruthlessly biting and forcing his way into Matt's mouth. Matt tries to bite him back, but the action only seems to spur Murdock on more, causes him to hum into Matt's mouth and nip hard enough to draw blood.

"Your universe is wrong," Matt spits out, when Murdock finally releases his lips with a wet sucking sound. "You are wrong. I don't care what happened to you where you're from, but nothing justifies this."

"Ah, but that's the difference between us: I don't need to justify this."

Matt's eyes slip close as he realizes: Murdock doesn't care. No, that's not it. If Murdock didn't care, then this action would be meaningless to him. But Murdock actually seems to revel in his own actions, swell up with smugness at having Matt under his thumb.

"You could've joined me," Murdock murmurs in his ear. He grinds down on Matt's hips with enough force for the action to be painful. "We could've made a great team. But this could still be fun."

Murdock grinds against Matt again, still holding him down, still biting and kissing him every chance he gets. Matt reaches out to stop Murdock, but when his hand splays out across Murdock's face, he finds-

"You're smiling," Matt whispers.

Murdock cocks his head to the side, like Matt's said something fascinating. "Well of course I am," Murdock says. "I'm having a good time. Aren't you?"

"No," Matt shudders.

Murdock snorts. "Clearly you're not having that bad a time," he says, placing a hand firmly on Matt's crotch.

Matt cries out, tries to fight back, but Murdock's grip and will are ironclad. Murdock palms Matt through his pants, and Matt screams, a half-pleasure half-pain shriek that rips itself out of his body. It's a physiological reaction. He knows this, he knows there's nothing for him to feel guilty of-

But Matt has always felt guilty, and he has always been taught that his body is something that he should be able to control, so he only sobs when Murdock grinds their hard cocks together. Murdock touches and kisses and thrusts their hips together until Matt is aching from it, until even Matt's whimpering has quieted into breathy gasps.

When Matt comes, he barely registers it -- it's a sensation he's disconnected from, that has no meaning or feeling. All he knows are the smells of sweat and come and blood that soak his and Murdock's skin. Murdock must come too, because of how pungent the smell is, but Matt can't actually remember it happening.

Murdock licks at Matt's bloody lip and sighs. "It's been a pleasure, Matt. Daredevil. If Foggy Nelson is alive in this universe, do give him my regards. But I think it's time I get back. I hate to think of all the work I've missed in my absence. You're a lawyer, you know how it is: justice never sleeps."

Murdock smears Matt's cheek with one more kiss before walking away, swinging his cane and humming as he does so. Matt listens to his footsteps fade away, and it isn't until long after that -- long after the come and sweat have dried on his skin -- that he starts moving. Starts walking away and hoping that the smells won't follow him in his escape.

Matt has essentially made himself babysitter to the world's worst toddler, now that Foggy thinks about it.

That is beautiful, and way too accurate.

Little baby Foggy dressed as a watermelon for Halloween is an unbelievably cute idea. :D I love the whole idea of Mama Nelson's scrapbooks.

You know what's hard? Finding a lost housecat when all you have to go on are normal human senses. You know what's not as hard? Finding a lost housecat when you can hear said housecat's heartbeat from blocks away.

Claire's friend's cat went missing thanks to the whole home invasion thing while she was hiding out at the friend's apartment, and she'd really like to find the little guy again even if she doesn't like him all that much (she was supposed to feed him, not lose him). She recruits Matt, who is great at finding cats...but not so much at finding the right cat. Visual descriptions do nothing for him, so cue the Devil of Hell's Kitchen kidnapping every cat of roughly the same size within a mile radius to present to Claire for inspection. Bonus points if he also grabs a raccoon by mistake.

Oh God, Matt with a racoon and Claire lecturing him on rabies. I need this.

Hopefully not Channing Tatum.

Or maybe it SHOULD be Channing Tatum, for teh lulz value.

Does the MediAvengers person doesn't write fic? 'Cause they should do this.

I have work in three hours and I stayed up to write this. *sobs*
--

"I can't believe this."

Frank made an assenting noise.

"I mean. God. I'm smarter then this. I graduated top of my class. I nearly worked myself into a mental breakdown every year."

Frank nearly pointed out that academic smarts were no guarantee of good decision making but decided maintaining access to Murdock's thick, gorgeous ass was more important than making conversation. Outside the window the billboard flashed an array of pastel pinks and purples that illuminated every inch of exposed skin lying in front of him. Matt had to know the light put his nudity in flagrant display but he didn't seem affected. He just kept his elbow planted on the far arm of the couch and his chin propped on one hand as Frank mapped his spine with kisses.

"I'm Rigoletto's defense attorney. I have responsibilities. We can't keep the case now, it's a conflict of interest. Foggy will kill me."

"Hmm," Frank replied before investigating the small dips and valleys around Murdock's lumbar spine.

"Very funny. You planned this and I'm the one who has to take responsibility. You're not getting taken off the case just because - just because you slept with the defense." Murdock kept his face pointed away but Castle could imagine his glower. Frank smirked and rewarded Murdock's understanding of the situation by sinking his teeth into the soft cheek under his mouth.

Matt didn't shriek or scream or shove Frank off him. Instead he gasped and shuddered at the pleasure of it, and groped behind him until his hand settled into Castle's hair. Frank half expected the sharp pull that pulled his head up. "You're a lout, Frank Castle!"

"I am," Frank agreed. "That's why I get to sleep with the defense."

Matt scoffed and rolled his eyes - and that was fascinating wasn't it? that he was blind but kept his eyes integrated into his body language. Frank stuck it on the shelf along with all the other things about Matt Murdock that interested him. He could examine it later, when the much more urgent matter of sex had dissipated. For now, Matt shifted onto his side and pressed his back against the couch without releasing his grip. He had to spread his legs apart just a little to keep himself upright. It was one hell of a view.

"You are a lout," he repeated. "And I'm an attorney who has betrayed his client. What are we going to do about this, Detective?"

Frank grasped his wrist and squeezed until Murdock was forced to release him. He pinned that arm back against the cushions. When Murdock reached for him with his other hand, Frank took that and pinned it back too, high over Matthew's head. The lawyer bared at his teeth and struggled, but not very hard.

No, Frank thought, not very hard at all. It was an act, just like the seductive-siren-in-a-bar had been an act. Murdock was just as in control now as he had been with a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. And Frank couldn't figure out why.

Christ, Mahoney was right. Matt Murdock was every inch Frank's type: dark, possessing undefined psychological damage, and manipulative.

Frank pressed his forehead against Murdock's and exhaled against his lips. "We're both going to hell, altar boy. I saw we earn it."

"Oh," Murdock breathed, "Oh, my."

A week later.
Matt *sniff* "It smells even more like gunpowder and anger in here..."
Foggy: "..... Rambo 2"

I've got an uncle that for years I only knew by his nickname. I think I was halfway through high school before I learned his name wasn't actually "Spook". (And it had never occurred to me to think otherwise.)

Hell, even now I sometimes have to stop and think to remember his given name.

My mother calls them "Jersey cow eyes".

My father would occasionally sing. In public.

Cue me and my brother trying to distance ourselves. "We are not with the strange singing man. We are strangers. Who are just going in the same direction. Not related. Don't know him. ....Really."

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Prompt Post #5

gen matt has a daughter

Re: Movie is made about Battlin Jack Mirdock

Re: Matt/Frank, Noir and/or Detective AU

Re: Movie is made about Battlin Jack Mirdock

Re: Post-apocalypse scenario (AU or future fic)

Re: Matt/Frank, Noir and/or Detective AU

Re: Matt/Frank, Noir and/or Detective AU

Matt/Foggy, Mr Brightside

Re: MCU!Matt/616!Bad Guys

Re: Claire/Matt/Vladimir, pegging, hate-sex

Matt/Frank - Pacific Rim AU

FILL What All This Time Was For (3/?)

Re: Matt/Foggy, Mr Brightside

Re: Any/any, bb!Foggy was a Black Sky

Re: Matt/Claire, dirty talk

Matt Murdock/Matt Murderdock noncon selfcest fill

Re: FILL What All This Time Was For (3/?)

Matt and Claire: looking for a lost cat

Re: Matt and Claire: looking for a lost cat

Re: Movie is made about Battlin Jack Mirdock

preview of fill

Re: Gen or Foggy/Frank or Matt-Blatant lies and even worse cover ups

Re: Has Foggy actually (or ever considered) changing his name legally to Foggy?

Re: Gen, Matt's self-conscious about his eyes

Re: (Gen) Karen: I don't know either of you