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Matt/Frank - Soulmate AU

(Anonymous) 2015-08-02 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
We've seen a fair number of awesome Matt/Frank prompts lately, but you know what I haven't seen yet? A soulmate AU prompt.

Give me all the cliches. People born with their soulmate's name or their first words to each other marked on their skin. Or people seeing in color only when they meet the one. Take your pick, or make up something new.

Give me Frank knowing all along that Matt is his other half (and feeling guilty because he wants him, but he's not Maria, and he still clings to her memory) and Matt being oblivious because he doesn't know/remember what his mark says after so long/doesn't even realize he has a mark because they're not that common and they show up later in life/he cannot see at all, so the seeing-in-color thing would be lost on him.

How would this affect their dynamics? I can see Frank pushing Matt away and being cold and distant because he doesn't want to grow close, even though it hurts to do so. Having someone that important in his life would only interfere with his job, and if anything happened to Matt... he can't go through something like that again.

It would explain why Matt feels so drawn to Frank, why it's so important to him to make him change and stop killing, and why he accepts him even though Frank refuses to stop. Poor avocado would not understand why he wants Frank so bad and why it hurts so much when Frank pushes him away.

Bonus points for a happy ending.

Extra bonus points for Foggy finding the mark one night as he's patching Matt up and feeling a bit dejected that his best friend never bothered to tell him about it.

F: 'Hey, you never told me you had a mark'
M: 'Mark? What mark?'
F: 'A soulmark'
M: 'Are you kidding me? Where?'
F: 'Right here'
M: 'What does it say?'
F: 'It says Francis Castiglione... any idea who that might be?'
M: '... That son of a bitch.'

Re: Matt/Frank - Soulmate AU

(Anonymous) 2015-08-03 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Someone find me a canon large enough to fire my lifeless body into the sun because I will not live again until someone fills this

Re: Matt/Frank - Soulmate AU

(Anonymous) 2015-08-03 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Someone get a canon large enough for both of us

Re: Matt/Frank - Soulmate AU

(Anonymous) 2015-08-03 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I really want foggy to give frank the "you maybe his soul mate but if you hurt my best friend i will kill you with a shovel" talk. With Frank really not being scared... at first...

No! No more prompts till I finish my wips...

Re: Matt/Frank - Soulmate AU

(Anonymous) 2015-08-03 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Fill this prompt, you know you want to *waves hands around convincingly*

Frank: Murdock, we have to talk about that friend of yours.
Matt: About Foggy? What's the matter?
Frank: He's going to get himself killed. Does he give the shovel talk to every person you date? Does he even know what kind of people you date?
Matt: ... ah, I see the problem.
Frank: He's about as intimidating as a cream puff.

Re: Matt/Frank - Soulmate AU

(Anonymous) 2015-08-04 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I need this so badly. If I had any amount of spare time I would fill it.

Re: Matt/Frank - Soulmate AU

(Anonymous) 2015-08-04 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey so, in an AU where you have your soulmate's name on you, would a man having another man's name on his soulmark be considered evidence of homosexuality? Because if so, that could potentially affect Frank's ability to serve in the military.

Also, how would it be treated under DADT? I mean, you have to have physicals and such to get into the armed forces, and it's not like you can avoid showing a soulmark during a physical, right? Hm...logic is hard.

Re: Matt/Frank - Soulmate AU

(Anonymous) 2015-08-04 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
It could be Franks mark said Daredevil and not Matthew Murdock. Which would probably be weird for Matt and more ammo for the whole 'god put the devil in me for a reason' thing.

Or Frank had it tattoo'd over so he could join the military...

Re: Matt/Frank - Soulmate AU

(Anonymous) 2015-08-04 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
OP here.

Ohhh, I really like the idea of Frank getting a tattoo to cover it. Or maybe in this universe homosexuality is more accepted because of the soulmarks?

It could also be that soulmate bonds can sometimes be platonic instead of romantic in nature, or maybe an exception is made for soulmates since the marks predate the military.

Or maybe his mark is somewhere no one would normally look, like the sole of one of his feet? If marks are rare enough it could explain why no one checked more thoroughly and they just assumed he didn't have one. Maybe Matt's is in the same place, which is why he never realized he had one in the first place.

Fill Preview

(Anonymous) 2015-08-06 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I've started working on a fill for this. I hope to have the whole first part ready in a couple of days. In the meantime, here's an excerpt of the draft that should give you a good sense of how I'm thinking the soulmate system would work.

Enjoy!


*

Frank Castle carries an M249 in his hand, a Beretta at his belt, and Matthew Michael Murdock on his heart.



He had enlisted right out of High School—he knew there was no way he was going to be able to afford college without veterans’ benefits, and he couldn’t ask his mother to help pay for it. Enlisting was really his best option, and so he chose to embrace it.



But when he went in for his first physical, the first step to the future he had planned for himself, he froze to remember Matthew Michael Murdock. He knew about the military’s policy regarding gay soldiers, but he had no idea if that policy extended to Names. Nobody could mistake Frank’s Name for a woman’s. What if his career was over before it had even started?



His fears turned out to be unfounded. The nurse spared barely a glance for the writing scrawled over Frank’s chest before continuing with his examination. Frank supposed it made sense—why bother disqualifying perfectly good soldiers for an accident of fate that most couldn’t act on even if they had wanted to? He put his clothes back on and took the paperwork with him as he went. The rest of his enlistment process went smoothly, and he arrived for Basic Training ready to fight his way towards the day he could take his discharge papers back home with him.



Of course, he reflects as he dives behind a wall and bullets fly overhead, he hadn’t counted on the President declaring war. He pauses to reload his weapon and catch his breath before he continues his blind advance.



Frank had never bothered trying to find out who Matthew Murdock might have been. Even in High School, when his classmates were climbing over each other for the chance to try SoulSearch’s new service that used the Internet to trawl through time and space in an instant, Frank had been reluctant to try it. He understood the impulse: everyone dreamed that they would be that one out of every million whose Name belonged to someone still alive. But the stories were always the same: He was a doctor in World War II, died of an infection he got from a sick soldier. He was a gangster who worked with Al Capone, died in a fight with another mob. She was a farmer’s wife, died in childbirth. Or else, There’s nobody out there yet. I guess I’ll have to keep checking. Maybe she was born this year… Frank didn’t have the luxury of time to waste chasing ghosts, and he didn’t have the money to pay for a search, besides. So whenever the subject came up, he demurred, or he lied. Whoever Matthew Murdock had been, he was none of Frank’s concern.



Frank is steeling himself for another charge when Malcolm skids to a stop next to him, his chest heaving. Another kid from a poor family, he was looking for a leg up on student loans and a soldier’s perspective on the plays of Shakespeare. He and Frank had made fast friends when they were deployed together. Watching him now, struggling to catch his breath, the fear constantly flickering at the edges of Frank’s awareness began to swell like a rising tide.



“I didn’t sign up for this,” Malcolm said, reloading his rifle with shaking hands. “I did not sign up for this.”



Frank claps a steadying hand on his shoulder, and keeps watch on the surrounding area as Malcolm takes the time he needs. Finally, he finished loading the rifle and let his weary gaze fall on Frank. He was already so exhausted. Frank set his mouth in a humorless smile. “’Once more unto the breach, good friend?’” he said.



“Uh huh,” Malcolm replied.



Frank’s smile faded. “I’ll take point.”



Malcolm nodded, and followed.

Re: Fill Preview

(Anonymous) 2015-08-06 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!

OP here, squealing like a little pig. I was not expecting to find this upon waking up this morning *_*

Nonny, let me love you Nonny. This is a beautiful fill so far, you beautiful cinnamon roll. I read that first line and I swear my heart skipped and I had to close my eyes for a second and breathe deeply.

... he hadn’t counted on the President declaring war.

This line actually broke my heart :( It actually made me go 'nononodon'tdoitNonny!' because Frank just wanted to go to college, but this marks the start of a shitty life and part of me just wants to cuddle him already and tell him it's all gonna be alright.

I really like the concept of using internet to look for your soulmate. It's very obviously something that would be done nowadays, and yet this is the first time I see anything like it in fanfiction.

And of course Frank would just assume his soulmate is already dead. Not really an optimistic ray of sunshine, is he? Can't wait for him to realize he's wrong.

Cannot wait for the rest of this. You're my favorite Nonny <3

Re: Fill Preview

(Anonymous) 2015-08-07 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Ooohhh I'm hyped for this! I like how you're using Frank's perspective- he's blunt but not cold, it's clear he's a complex guy.

FILL 1a/?: Ghosts in the Vacancy

(Anonymous) 2015-08-08 02:19 am (UTC)(link)

Matt was nine when he lost his sight, and so he did not have the chance to watch his Name present itself when he was twelve. He could feel it coming in—the burning sensation everyone had been warned about in health class aggravated his senses for days, leaving him disoriented and nauseous. He tried to follow its progress over the inside of his right thigh, to read the letters burning across his skin with the pads of his fingers; but despite the evidence of change that his pain and delirium offered, his hands detected nothing. There was no raised impression, like he would expect from a tattoo; there was not even any change in the texture of the skin, or of the hairs that covered it. All he could feel was a small degree of swelling, and even that faded once the mark had completed its presentation.



Once he had recovered enough to walk without stumbling, he asked Sister Josephine, the nurse at the orphanage, to tell him what it said. He opened his legs and lifted the hem of his uniform shorts, blushing when he recognized the embarrassment the Sister’s heartbeat betrayed. She turned away from him and began to busy herself with her shelves of medical supplies.



“Sister?” he asked, timidly. “What does it say?”



Matt listened as she rummaged fruitlessly in a drawer. “Hm?” she said, her heart rate rising. “Oh, yes. I’m afraid I couldn’t read it. It’s simply too awkwardly placed. You need to be careful who you show it to.”



Matt frowned and heard his own heartbeat jolt with fear. “Sister Josephine, is—is there something wrong with it? Did I do something wrong?”



Rolls of bandages spun and fell with a clatter as the Sister opened another drawer. Her heartbeat never slowed. “No, Matthew,” she said, lying. “There’s nothing wrong with you. I just think that you should think of this as an opportunity. Most people your age start to fuss over their Names and the people they belong to far too much, if you ask my opinion. It’s simply unhealthy,” she argued, closing the drawer with a snap that made Matt jump. “Maybe the fact that you can’t see yours will turn out to be a blessing. It’ll give you a real advantage over your peers in school. I’m sure it’s what your father would have wanted for you.”



Matt felt his lip trembling and tears rising behind his eyes like the tide. “Okay, Sister. Thank you,” he said, and hurried away to where she would not hear him cry.



*



Frank Castle carries an M249 in his hand, a Beretta at his belt, and Matthew Michael Murdock on his heart.



He had enlisted straight out of High School: he knew he had no way to afford college without veterans’ benefits, and his mother was in no position to help pay for school. Enlisting was his first, best option, and he was unashamed to embrace it.



But when he reported for the first of a long series of physical examinations, prerequisites for the future he had planned, he froze to remember Matthew Michael Murdock. He knew about the military’s policy regarding gay soldiers—it was a difficult subject to avoid in New York City—but he had no idea whether that policy applied to Names. Nobody could mistake Frank’s Name for a woman’s. Could they possibly disqualify him for something over which he had no control?



His fears turned out to be unfounded. The nurse cast only a brief glance at the Name on Frank’s chest before continuing his examination. Frank supposed that ignoring Names made sense as a policy—why dismiss perfectly capable soldiers on account of an accident of fate most people would never be able to act upon? He put his clothes back on and took the completed paperwork to the front desk. The rest of the process went smoothly, and he arrived for Basic Training ready to fight his way towards the day when he could use his discharge papers to fund his education.



Of course, he reflects as he dives behind a wall, bullets flying overhead, he had failed to anticipate the President declaring war. He pauses to reload his weapon and catch his breath before he continues his blind advance.



Frank had never bothered trying to find out who Matthew Murdock might have been. Even in High School, when his classmates were climbing over each other for the chance to try SoulSearch’s new service that employed the Internet to instantaneously trawl through Names across both time and space, Frank had been unwilling to try it. He understood the impulse that drove people to it: everyone dreamed that they would be that one out of every million whose Name belonged to someone still alive. But the stories always ended the same way: A doctor in World War II, died of an infection from a sick soldier. A gangster who worked with Al Capone, died in a fight with a rival mob. A farmer’s wife, died in childbirth. Or else, Nobody out there yet. I’ll have to keep checking. Maybe this will be the time… Frank did not have the freedom to waste time chasing ghosts, and he did not have the money to pay for the service, besides. Whenever the subject came up in conversation, he demurred, or he lied. Whoever Matthew Murdock had been, he was none of Frank’s concern.



Frank is steeling himself to resume the charge when Malcolm skids to a stop next to him, chest heaving. Another kid from a poor family, he was looking for a leg up on student loans and a soldier’s perspective on Shakespeare. He and Frank had made fast friends after being deployed together. Watching him struggle to catch his breath, the fear Frank had been learning to live with over the past months began to tease at his awareness like the tide at the edge of a pool.



“I didn’t sign up for this,” Malcolm says, reloading his rifle with shaking hands. “I did not sign up for this.”



Frank claps a steadying hand on his shoulder, and keeps watch on the surrounding area as Malcolm takes the time he needs. Finally, he finishes loading the rifle and lets his weary gaze meet Frank’s. He looks so exhausted. Frank sets his mouth in a humorless smile. “’Once more unto the breach, good friend?’” he says.



“Uh huh,” Malcolm answers.



Frank’s smile fades. “I’ll take point.”



Malcolm nods, and follows.



*



Almost four years later, in the office of another nurse, Matt finally learns his Name.



He’s having his junior year physical done by a nice woman named Jaghvi, and while she’s checking that everything works down there, he decides to ask if she can tell him what his mark says.



She pauses after she slides his pants down further to read it; Matt flushes, understanding the intimacy of the gesture from a perspective he had not been privy to the last time he was in this position.



“It says ‘Francis Castiglione.’ But I could be pronouncing that incorrectly.”



Frances,” Matt says, his face twisting. There was a girl in his class named Frances. He hoped that the person who had his Name would be nothing like her.



Not long afterwards, Jaghvi left him alone to wild and unmediated fantasies of who Frances Castiglione might be. A really good cook? A singer? An actress? Sister Josephine was right, he reflects as he ties his shoes. I was better off not knowing.


FILL 1b/?: Ghosts in the Vacancy

(Anonymous) 2015-08-08 02:20 am (UTC)(link)

*



It takes all of three weeks for Maria Brady to express her interest in Frank Castle. He is a freshman in the German class that she is acting as TA for, but his demeanor immediately sets him apart from her other students. She is surprised to learn from Professor Grabern that he had fought in Iraq before enrolling in classes, but it certainly does make sense. It explains a number of things about him: the gravitas and confidence, yes, but also the athletic physique she spends most of her time in class admiring.



When the professor dismisses class at the end of that third week, Maria stops by Frank’s seat as he packs up. “Hello, Frank,” she says.



Frank looks at her, then back down to his bag. “Ms. Brady.”



‘Ms. Brady,’ huh? I like this kid. “Do you have a minute? I’d like to chat for a bit.”



He looks at her again, curious this time. “Sure. I have time. This is my night off.”



Now that sounds promising. Her smile widens. “Night off from what, if you don’t mind my asking?”



“I work at a store a few blocks from here.”



“What kind of a store?” she asks. “Like, what do they sell there?” she adds when he hesitates.



He looks at her with a glance that is uncertain but unflinching. “Guns.”



Her eyes find the ground. Well, she knew he was a soldier. No reason to be surprised that he liked guns. She decides to change tacks. “Why did you want to take German, Frank? I’m curious.”



He finishes packing his bag and devotes is full attention to her. “I had been thinking of seminary.”



Her eyes snap back up to meet his. “Really?”



He nods.



“Well, shouldn’t you be taking Greek or Hebrew then?”



The corner of his mouth twists upwards a moment; she realizes that she has never seen him smile. “They say that there are four biblical languages: Hebrew, Greek, Latin,” he said, pausing for effect, “…and German.”



He likes guns, but thinks exegete’s jokes are funny. Interesting. “So you started with the one that was the least dead?”



“I started with the one they had at my school. Though with how much I remember, I might as well have started over here.”



“Hey, don’t sell yourself short. You remember more than you think. A lot more than some of these kids do.”



He nods again.



“Well, after you’ve conquered German, what’s your next target? Greek?”



He looks away at that. “I’m not sure. I said I had been thinking of seminary. I don’t think I am anymore.”



“Oh?”



“I promised my Dad I would do it before he died, but…” he trailed off, searching the walls of the lecture hall for the right words. “Things look different now than they did before the war. I can’t imagine doing it anymore.”



Her smile is softer now. “That must be tough,” she says. Frank Castle might just be the most interesting man she has ever met—in person, anyway.



That does not change her plans for the night, though, so after a respectful pause, she resumes her wolfish grin. “The enforced celibacy would sort of suck, too.”



He stiffens in surprise, his posture becoming even straighter than usual. He looks at her, reads her body language, and blushes. “Uh,” is all he manages to say.



God, but it is empowering to leave a man speechless.



“Listen, Frank,” she says, stepping towards him. To his credit, he stands his ground. “I was hoping that you might like to come back to my place tonight.”



He swallows, equal parts interested and nervous. Could this be his first time? “Is that—“ he starts. “You aren’t going to get in trouble for this, are you?”



“Don’t worry about me, Frank. I know all the rules. I’m not a professor, and I’m not grading you. There’s no problem. As far as the rules are concerned, I might as well be just any other student.”



He smirks, the closest thing to a smile that she has seen on his face yet. “You seem pretty sure about that. Do you sleep with your students often?”



“No, never,” she says, moving almost but not quite close enough to touch. “But it has been on my mind, of late.”



They’re all over each other before they ever reach the bedroom, and though she only suspected earlier, she knows now that Frank’s definitely never done anything like this before. By the time they make it to her bed, she’s put together that he’s a fast learner, and an enthusiastic student. When they finish, Maria is already looking forward to what she’ll get to teach him next time.



“Your Name,” he says, interrupting her contemplation of the relative merits and challenges of oral and anal. “Isn’t that…?”



“Maximilian Engel, the famous German poet and playwright?” she says proudly. “Yup, that’s him.”



He turns on his side to look at her Name where it sits beneath her left breast. “I was going to say, ‘Isn’t that who you’re writing your thesis on?’”



Maria turns towards him in shock. Professor Grabern had mentioned whom she was studying precisely once, when he introduced her to the class on the first day. Either Frank had a prodigious memory, or she had not been the only one nursing a little crush. At this point, she would not put either option past him. “You mean my dissertation. But yeah, he’s my guy.”



He smirks at her. “I thought that scholars were supposed to be objective.”



She crinkles her nose at him, and his smirk widens. Almost a smile. “Actually, it’s pretty common for scholars to study their soulmates, or at least the times they lived in. I mean, not everybody can have the Name of a person you could legitimately devote a lifetime’s study to,” she says proudly, “but lots of people with the Names of people who lived history end up being drawn to that history, consciously or not. Like, I can’t be the first person you’ve met who’s been that way.”



“There was a guy in the marines with me who said that his Name belonged to an actress in a company that rivalled Shakespeare’s.”



“That’s impossible. All of the actors in Shakespeare’s day were male.”



He said ‘actress,’ not me. I never saw his Name. I’m sure he had his reasons.”



“Well, regardless. Was he interested in Shakespeare and Marlowe and all that?”



“He told me that he enlisted because he wanted to get a better perspective on Shakespeare’s war scenes.”



“See!? And I bet that now he’s knocking the socks off the musty old English professors in the Ivy League somewhere, am I right?”



He dropped his gaze from hers. “No.”



She looked away from him as she sighed, disappointed in herself. She would have to be more careful about bringing up old friends. After a moment of silence, she began to speak again. “I knew that Max was mine the first time I ever read one of his poems, way before my Name presented. Even through the awful dime-store translation we had, I could tell that these words were meant for me especially, in a way that nothing was. It was—it was really something.” She looked back over to Frank, whose eyes stared back at her, flashing with the dusky light from her window. Maria blushed and ducked her head. “I’m sorry, it’s rude for me to talk so much about him when I have a guest over.”



“No, I don’t mind,” Frank said. “You’re—you’re very beautiful when you talk about him.”



Startled, she looks back up, meeting his glance with her own. She smiled at him, and for the first time, she saw Frank smile back, completely unreserved. Somehow in that moment, she knew that she would marry this man, as certainly as she had known the Name of her soulmate from a single reading of a sublime poem. After a few silent minutes of simply being with each other, the moment passed. Maria was sure that it would be coming around again. “Do you want to tell me more about him?” he asked.



Maria blinked, surprised. “Really? You want to hear more?”



Frank nodded. “Unless you don’t want to tell me?”



“Of course I do, but—I mean, normally—“ she said, gesturing into the space between them. She sighed. “Normally guys don’t like to hear me talk about him. They don’t like the—the competition, I guess.”



Frank shook his head. “I don’t mind.”



She smiled. This night just kept getting better and better. “Okay, but if we’re going to do this, it’s going to have to be over dinner. First rule of grad school: never ask somebody about their dissertation without free food and at least two hours to kill.”



He smirks again. “If you’re offering food, then I think it’s safe to say that I meet those criteria.”



“Well, alrighty then. Let’s order in.”



Five hours later, when they are back in bed and drifting off beside each other, Maria realizes that she never got around to asking Frank about his Name. Matthew Michael Murdock. It was no big surprise that he had wanted to be a priest, with a Name like that. As she turned over and settled into sleep, she decided that she would ask him about it—tomorrow.

FILL 1/?: Ghosts in the Vacancy, Ao3 Link

(Anonymous) 2015-08-08 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Chapter 1 on Ao3:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4524084/chapters/10292484

Re: FILL 1b/?: Ghosts in the Vacancy

(Anonymous) 2015-08-08 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
I love your take on Maria and I love her with Frank. God, wee virgin Frank is too cute.

The Francis/Frances misunderstanding is a great idea and I can't wait to see where it leads. I really like the lore you're building with the Names and how they affect this world's culture.

Re: FILL 1b/?: Ghosts in the Vacancy

(Anonymous) 2015-08-08 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
OP here.

God, wee virgin Frank is too cute.

I KNOW, RIGHT?!

Re: FILL 1b/?: Ghosts in the Vacancy

(Anonymous) 2015-08-10 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
This is great, I love it!

Re: FILL 1b/?: Ghosts in the Vacancy

(Anonymous) 2018-01-30 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Love this fic and everything it's shaping up to be, hope you come back to it one day.