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He's going to have to be an asshole more often, if this is the kind of result it gets him.

Hee. :D

This is so cute!

Ugh. Vowels. My brain is in vowels from how amazing this is. Thank you for writing such a cute and amazing fic.

(A!A)

Thank you so much for reading! And yeah, I felt like this Foggy had to be more aware of what everyone was doing since it's hard to trust anybody in that circle. So, I think, despite how asshole-ish Foggy is throughout the story to Matt all he wants is for them to be honest to each other (although, let's be real, about a week afterwards they were totally fighting again).

I do want to continue on in this universe at some point when I get my thoughts together on it. I really wanted this to be snippets of their life, Foggy being an asshole, them becoming friends, interning together, opening Nelson & Murdock and we can all see how great I did with that plan. So I'm hoping to write more once they're done school and Matt is DD and they have the firm.

Thank you so much for reading this! I'm glad you liked it :D

(A!A) Thank you so much! XD

(A!A) Thank you! I appreciate it :D

..how did they get there? lol fuckin idk maybe maybe idk

y'know that one time they were getting into a fairly ugly fight, probably @ some point when Matt was...using his access as Matt Murdock to beat people up as Daredevil, undoubtedly? I don't have the details, yet, kids, but he did it, and it was unethical in the way that Daredevil is generally unethical, but it was a new, pointed kind of unethical move that Matt pulled because he was desperate and tired and fuzzy-headed, right?

and maybe Foggy caught wind of it, and showed up at Matt's place late one night, ready to fight it out? But Matt himself was not willing to fight it out: he'd hit that wall of sleep-deprivation where the littlest thing sent tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, right? And Foggy laid down all the objections, hard and quick, like the lawyer he was, all while Matt stood there counting Foggy's heartbeats to keep himself focused, feeling abandoned and poorly-done-by?

"are you even paying attention?" Foggy said, and Matt, who hadn't been paying attention, honestly, just feeling like there was no space for him to move without hurting someone, said

"you don't trust me?" and it came out far smaller than he thought it would.

"Aw, jesus, Matt," Foggy said.

"That's not a no," Matt said. Had to sit down, for a minute.

"
Of course it's a - I trust you, Matt." But even Foggy sounded hesitant, like he was testing the truth of his words as they hit cold air.

"Yeah," Matt said, listening to the rhythm of Foggy's heart. "I should. Go."

"Yeah, that's a shitty idea," Foggy said. "I trust you with my life, why are we fighting about this?"

"Maybe you shouldn't." It was easy to get too close to Foggy, to push up into his space, sense the way Foggy shifted to accomodate Matt when half the people in Hell's Kitchen would've been fumbling to call 9-1-1 by now, because from this range, there was almost...nothing, really, that Foggy could do, to keep Matt from doing...anything that he wanted to. "I know everything about you, Foggy."

Instead of getting scared, though, Foggy got annoyed. (Yeah, sure, Matt caught that faint bitter smell of sweat, but it didn't - it wasn't - it wasn't quite afraid.)

"Duh," Foggy'd said. He swallowed, hard, thinking for a minute, and caught one of Matt's hands. Matt thought about jerking away, and thought about leaving, and thought about what a terrible idea it was, but - but Foggy guided Matt's hand to his own throat.

Matt...couldn't quite help tightening his fingers. Just a shade - a hair - the tiniest bit harder than a caress, exactly. Foggy swallowed again, and Matt felt the contraction of the muscles in his throat, and the bulge of his adam's apple, and the prickle of his stubble, and -

"Still sounds like a good idea to me," Foggy said, into Matt's open palm.

OP

I'm so not deserving of this ahah - established relationship and then also backstory?? Fuck off man, I love it and how dare you???

No but ugh seriously, my fave is the bit about foggy accommodating Matt when he gets into his space (guhhhhh it just sounds so WARM and nice omgosh) and also the ending, with Matt squeezing a little, and foggy being the one who puts his hand there? *__* Goddamn.

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OP: this is a lovely fill thank you! I love the idea that his name change started out as a drunken whim, because let's face it, that sounds like Foggy all over. :)

ugh god they're so cute, and so fun???? like, it's adorable, the way they talk to each other and handle each other and just ugh it's perfect, they're perfect, you're perfect. <3

Foggy: "BEHOLD MY HELLISH UPPERCUT"
Me: OMG. *sporfles*

Matt: "What sort of superhero announces their next attack?"
Me: Magical girls. Seriously dude, have you never heard of Sailor Moon?

Foggy: "KAMEHAMEHA BITCHES"
Me: *dies laughing*

Matt: "Please stop"
Me: Never stop. This is amazing.

Karen: *crying with laughter*
Me: Right there with you, BB.

Foggy: "Damn straight! Onto MIGHTY EEL POWER."
Me: Oh, Jesus, no.

Matt: "Oh, no. We are not going to -"

Foggy: "HUSH, INNOCENT CIVILIAN. TO THE EEL. DRINK THE EEL. IT SUMMONS US."
Me: *dying with laughter. Again.*

Awwwwww.

N'awwwwww baby avocados in loooooove!

I asked for backstory and I dont even knwo what's going on. But im scared and excietd at the same time D:

OP:

*waves a giant flag in glorious victory*

Awwwwwww

hng loving this

Natasha uses it for both.

A!A: Short update tonight, because I wanted to get this part over with. Next up, the family party and reunion!

***

Saturday morning he makes Matt breakfast, which they eat on Foggy's couch, Matt's legs tangled in his. It's all very domestic, the way their law school days were, when Matt would sit on their battered little sofa next to him, lean against him and listen to Foggy talk about case-law. Which is not unlike what they're doing now, with the couch, the breakfast and the legs, and also the fact that Matt somehow gets Foggy to tell him all about his research.

And because Foggy's always had problems saying 'no' to him, he does.

There really is no point in lying or pretending it's not there and hiding it. Matt already knows it's there, and Foggy's put a lot of work into building this case. He has all the legal arguments neatly laid down, he anticipated the defence's rebuttals and prepared counter-rebuttals that'd drag them down. He has a long list of precedents to rely on and quote from, some additional ones even from such exotic jurisdictions like Canada and the UK. A lot of hard work and sleepless nights and coffee and anger went into this, and Matt makes impressed noises from mid-point onwards. He calmly listens to Foggy rattle off the list of charges — rape in the first degree of a person less than eleven years old, criminal sexual act in the first degree against a person less than eleven years old, course of sexual conduct against a child in the first degree, those are the only ones that'd stick and didn't expire — and while Foggy knows he's a crap actor, he does admire Matt's absolute poker face. His face is slack, devoid of a shadow of emotion.

"That's impressive," he says once Foggy is done telling him everything. "Too bad you have no one to prosecute," he adds with that self-deprecating smile of his.

Foggy thinks about Jess, most likely working on the other side of his bedroom wall. "I'm working on that."

Matt thumbs the stack of papers on Foggy's coffee table. "I still don't get why you're so obsessed with this," he mutters, and it's so quiet that Foggy's not sure if Matt meant it for his ears. "It's not important."

"It is important," Foggy insists, "because you are important. You are important to me."

When Matt looks up at him, he wears a perplexed expression, the same one he had when Foggy told him he didn't hate him, all those weeks ago on Confession Night. And yes, that's how he's calling it now, Confession Night, capital letters like in That Day, and it's slightly scary that Foggy now has codenames for two events. It does make it easier to think and talk about them, though.

Matt thinks no one loves him. He thinks he doesn't deserve it. It makes Foggy want to quit his job and dedicate his life to inventing a time machine for the sole purpose of traveling back in time to punch every single asshole who made Matt think that, or contributed to that belief.

At least Matt doesn't ask why, because Foggy's not sure he'd be able not to cry if he did.

Matt leaves his place around noon. Foggy walks him to the door where they stop for a moment, and Foggy puts his hand on Matt's arm and contemplates pulling him in for a hug — and Matt looks like he's waiting for that to happen, with a curious half-resigned, half-something else expression — but since Matt hasn't said anything about being okay with hugs again, Foggy doesn't.

He pats Matt's shoulder instead. "I'll come pick you up around eleven tomorrow," he tells him, "and we'll get to Grams' together. You've got that shawl, right?"

"Wrap," Matt corrects him. "I do, don't worry. Foggy, I--" He wets his lower lip. "That's a very good and strong case. You should be proud."

"I'll be proud when we get it to court," Foggy murmurs.

Matt smiles sadly. "If."

"When, and that's a promise."

Matt shakes his head, grabs his cane from where he propped it against a wall the night before, and exits Foggy's apartment. Foggy closes the door behind him and sighs.

Matt's a lot of work.

***

There's a knock on his door not fifteen minutes later. Foggy rolls his eyes and gets off the couch, pads to open it. Trust Matt to forget something when he's come here with nothing.

But it's not Matt that's waiting on the other side when Foggy cracks the door open. It's Jess. "Hi, Jess."

"The cute guy that just left," Jess asks. "Boyfriend?"

Foggy takes a step back and lets her in. "No. Just a friend."

"Sure is." She walks in. He notices that she has a slim file under her arm. "You care for him?"

"What?"

"You friend," Jess repeats. "Do you care for him?"

"What does that have to do--"

"Just answer the question."

"No." Foggy crosses his arms over his chest. "Not until you tell me what's going on."

She throws the slim file onto his coffee table. It upsets the meticulously built stack of papers that he's had there and all his research notes go flying.

"It has a lot to do with this." Jess points at the file. "SHIELD has a pretty extensive file on your Stick. Did you know that he's American?"

Foggy grabs the file. "Jess, this is awesome! What else did you learn?"

"That I should drop the case."

Foggy drops both the files and his jaw. "Why?" Jess, why--"

"According to SHIELD, he works for the Chaste," Jess tells him. "You know who they are?" Foggy shakes his head. No idea what the Chaste is. "Crazy people. Crazy homicidal people, but it gets much worse, because they're afflicted with the Hand."

"Who are also crazy people?" he asks as he bends to retrieve the folder.

"They are a fucking crazy ninja death cult." Jess starts pacing. "You got me to investigate a ninja death cult, Nelson. Trust me, I've done and seen some crazy shit in my time, and this is way out of my league. SHIELD fears those guys, my source almost fell out of their chair in fear when they got a match for that Stick of yours."

"He's not mine," Foggy reminds her.

He tries not to let what Jess says get to him, but he does wonder. Who the fuck is that Stick? Matt didn't tell him more than that he trained him — and 'trained' him, that fucking bastard — and that he was violent and abandoned him. Now a crazy ninja death cult is involved? He freezes. That Day, That Day Matt told him that Fisk injured him, Fisk and some Nobu guy, some Nobu guy who was a ninja, holy shit, what if that Nobu was one of Stick's people? What if Stick sent him to kill Matt?

"I sure hope he isn't," Jess mutters. She takes a breath. "Look, Nelson, you're a great guy and I'd love to help. But you know, I like being alive. I have a good life, I have an amazing boyfriend whom I also like alive. I'm not risking having my throat cut, or his throat cut for poking in the wrong places and the business of the wrong people. And if you care for that friend of yours," Jess waves a hand at his apartment door, "you'll drop this too."

He cares for Matt. He cares for Matt more than he can put into words, more than he knows how. Which is exactly why he can't just drop it. He can't fix what's already happened, but he can help this way, he can make sure that the goddamn fucking bastard that did it is not out there anymore, that he's dealt with the way he deserves.

He can't tell Jess any of that, so he only says, "I can't."

Jess huffs in indignation. "Fuck, Nelson, you're a stubborn one." She points at the file again. "That's all my SHIELD contact got me before noping out of this inquiry. Have fun reading and good luck, I hope you survive the experience."

The file's very slim. Unlikely that Foggy will learn a lot from it. Alas, it's not Jess' fault. "Thanks, Jess."

She heads towards his door. "Nelson," she says with her hand on the door handle, "at least tell me that you're after him for thirty counts of murder or something like that."

"Child abuse, actually."

Jess drops her hand and spins on her heel to face him. "Child abuse?" she asks. "We're risking our lives dabbling in the affairs of the Chaste and the Hand because your Stick hit a kid?"

Fuck it. "Also rape," he tells her coldly. "Multiple instances of. And two counts of sexual abuse."

She pales. "He raped a kid?" She blinks. Foggy nods. "He raped a kid?"

"Yeah."

He doesn't have the time to react when Jess strides back into the living room and yanks the file from him. "I'll get more on him, but you've got to end up ensuring a conviction," she says, agitated. "No half-assed deals with the prosecution. A proper conviction."

"That's the plan," he tells her.

She nods. Grips the file tighter and moves back towards the door. "I fucking hate rapists," she announces loudly. "I'll make Eric research more, I'll make him. I'll get back to you in the evening with more info."

And with that she leaves, slamming the door shut.

***

He's in the US, Jess texts him in the evening, as promised.

It shouldn't make him vindictively excited, but it does.

Just wait, you fucking miserable evil bastard, Foggy will make you pay.

Oh God, I can already tell that the reunion is going to be so awful...and I'm so inordinately excited about it, you have no idea. Love this!

Nelson family camping trip, college-era; Somewhere in rural New York

"Damn. We have AAA, right?"

"Mom, don't worry about it, I've got this." Foggy pops the hood on the rental car and peers into the engine compartment. "Hm. Hey, did you check the fluids before you picked this baby up?"

"Shouldn't they already be fine?"

"Well, yeah, they should, but knowing how Dad likes to save money in places where he maybe should spring for a little higher quality--"

"And the smell."

"--Yes, thank you, Matt, and the smell, this lovely specimen of automotive beauty came from somewhere kinda shady. So, fluids?"

"Er."

"Right." He sighed and rolled up his sleeves. Fifteen minutes later, he'd checked all the fluids and determined that engine needed coolant but was proably otherwise fine. Since it was his fault, Foggy's father got sent to acquire more, grumbling about mutinous wives and turncoat sons as he trudged the three miles back down the road to the last gas station.

While Frank Senior was off on his errand, Matt, Foggy and Foggy's mom played word games to pass the time. They'd circled back around to the beginning of the alphabet again and Matt was taking an aardvark to a deserted island when he returned, dusty but triumphant.

National Geographic by the Bloodhound Gang, obviously.

Having actually watched more than one (male) ex shave down there, I can tell you that it can be done even if you can't see. It's more a case of being thourough and shaving in multiple directions. Um, including actually up the shaft of one's penis. A good razor is a must (non-electric!), shaving cream is optional for most, probably a necessity for Matt.

Dying darker does less damage than bleaching, even at lower qualitie. Matt would probably hate the smell of most commercial dyes, but he could use henna (it usually dyes red, but you can add indigo (in small amounts) or woad to henna to dye hair brown). Henna makes hair smell earthy, which Matt might or might not like, but you can add ginger or cardamom to the henna paste to make it smell nicer.

I love this fic, I love that it's got delicious shippy goodness AND has a plot. All the hints about Karen - what she's done, what she knows- are fantastic. Foggy is an amazing bastion of sanity, but still human.

And I love watching Matt squirm. It's amazing.

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