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Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU

[(Anonymous)]

"When you get your hands on me?" Matt says. He feels high, he has never felt this reckless. "The only time you've ever gotten a hit was after you sent one of your goons in first. You're slow, Fisk, and old: you wouldn't last three rounds," and he still can't - he presses, hard, on the bruise on his side. He still can't breathe.

"Younger than me, then," Fisk grunts, sounding obscenely pleased, like Matt just gave up something valuable instead of stating the obvious. It makes him want to say more, to show Fisk just how much Matt can give away without getting caught.




(this is obviously going to be the fill that gets posted one paragraph @ a time holla!)

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU (another piece of fill + question for OP)

[(Anonymous)]

(hrnnnghh now it's going in seventeen directions like an octopus)



"Wait," Claire said, sounding amused. "I'm not the only girl in your secret identity phone anymore? Mike. I'm hurt."



"You're still first in my heart," Matt says. "Nobody does stitches like you - aahhh, shit -"



"Well don't bend like that," she says. Her heartbeat doesn't change, even when Matt lets the pain show; she's one of his favorite people for a bunch of reasons. Her heartbeat is like a metronome, even and calm enough to meditate to. Sometimes he wishes - well, sometimes he wishes that she'd met Matt Murdock, first, instead of the mask. Foggy would've liked her. Every time she's come to his apartment, the smell of her has lingered, clean and salty with the faintest hint of his own blood, for days afterwards; it makes it easier to think. Until they'd slept together, until she'd run her hands over his body, he'd half-hoped -- well. He knew Claire had a soulmark - my left wrist, she'd said that night, everything else is fine, gorgeous, but she hadn't said anything the morning after. (And asking anyone - even someone he cared for, like Claire - it was almost unbearable to imagine asking her, plainly, if she'd recognized his mark. He'd thought about it, wondered if maybe this time, but - no one could have seen their partner's mark and stayed silent. It didn't happen.)



She crouches in front of him, pulls his shirt up to check the gash on his chest, close to his shoulder. "Seriously, though," she says. (She's been chewing a mild, minty gum, and under that he can smell hot tea and whiskey. It's strong, but pleasant.) "Have you added another backdoor nurse to your secret phone?"



"Of course not," he says. "Ow, ow - ah!"



"Don't be a baby," she says. "It's a good idea, Mike; it'd be an even better idea to rescue a pretty doctor. I might not always be available when you decide to get your ass kicked." She starts to sweat, very lightly; it's acrid. Not quite - afraid? but an unhappy sort of smell. He reaches out to touch her hair; she allows it. Rests her head in his hand, thinking. "Well," she says. "I hate to say it, but - that cut on your hip should probably get stitches."



"You just like sticking needles in me," he says.



"It's next to your mark," she says, and her vowels have gone clipped and professional.



Matt winces.



"Don't really want to do it myself."



"Fine," she says.



And after she's tied the first stitch: "This is what I'm saying; do you know how few people in general population wind up with soulmarks on their abdomen? If you're ever in real trouble and need someone when I'm not here, you shouldn't go to the hospital - this is very recognizable."



"Yeah?"



"Almost splashier than that pretty face," she says.



"I'll keep it in mind."



"So who is it?"



"Pushy."



"Next to my name in your phone, Mike, what about the next time you get tossed into a dumpster?"



And Matt feels his own heart kick up. "I didn't think of that - shit, why didn't I think of that? - it's Fisk, Claire."



She stops. Leans back. Definitely sweating, now, and her heartrate has finally broken its even rhythm. "I'm not going to get mad, Mike," she starts, "but did I just hear you say you put my number in your phone next to Wilson Fisk? Headless Russian mobsters lying around, THAT guy? y'know what -- screw it, I'm mad, don't sniff me."



"I wasn't - Claire, I didn't - you're right, I'll get another phone."



She stops. He wishes he could hear what her face was doing; he has the feeling that she's staring at him. "You'll get another phone," she says. "Jesus. Why are you talking to that psychopath, what could you possibly - maybe you don't care about whether you stay alive or not, Mike, but shit, think about her, whoever she is with the mark that finishes yours."



(and this turns into one of those weird adrenaline-i'm pissed-off, you're-gonna-get-me-killed, you're-gonna-get-you-killed, fuck-you-mike-you-asshole fights.

"I can't think about her right now, whoever she is," Matt says, actually angry, why can't Claire get it, "I can't think about soulmates when Fisk is out there decapitating people with car doors and making nice with every influential politician and cop in the city, Claire, somebody has to stop him, it's not like I -"

"Oh my god," she says. "Every time I think you can't get crazier I get to be wrong, I love it," and Matt's new stitches, the ones closest to his soulmark, are burning. He hates this.)



(OK QUESTION for OP: i, personally, feel like at this point Matt sidetracks this fight into going down on Claire, a lot, enthusiastically, while thinking about how he has to stop Fisk goddamnit, totally for no reason at all but to distract Claire from how crazy he is, right? and we get to see just how tension-filled and angry and fucked-up i can make this sublimination, fingers crossed? but do you want het in your prompt? are you okay with a matt/claire scene here? if not, shit, then this is just exposition-further-evidence-that-whooboy-matt-friend-you-are-in-OVER-YOUR-HEAD and we'll get back to ur regularly scheduled programming, but if you're okay with it i kinda want to take it there, i dunno, talk to me bout this.)

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU (another piece of fill + question for OP)

[(Anonymous)]

OP here, first of all you are amazing and I wish I had more gold star stickers to pass out so you would know you've done A Good Job.

Second tbqh I love seeing what people create for these prompts and I'm not picky at all. Do what thou wilt be the whole of whatever. Listen with your heart Pocahontas. etc etc etc. I will read whatever you have to write and be happy with it :D

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU (another piece of fill + question for OP)

[(Anonymous)]

OP, I wish you could see how hard I am a) BLUSHING, and b) grinning like a loon. this was SUCH A GOOD IDEA and I'm having a blast with it?

ok. so. have some super-flowery awful pornography/advancement of the plot, i guess? (i can't write porn, but i have spent this whole kinkmeme writing bout dicks and vaginas so like hopefully this practice is makin' me improve)

Matt's kneeling.

(which is enough to give it that kick in the teeth that gets his blood zinging through his veins anyways; Matt knows he's Catholic to the bone, he's just never claimed to be a good Catholic.)

Matt's kneeling and Claire opens her legs, lets him hitch her scrubs down to her ankles. On his knees, everything in his head quiets down to the clean saltmusk as as Claire shifts, the beat of her heart kicking up in anticipation. His chest burns, his hip burns. Matt's mouth is watering, but he just leans forward and rests against her (cotton, cheap, smells like dye and faintly like her blood) underwear.

She inhales, catches her breath; the muscles of her cunt pulse with a liquid noise like the ocean at high tide. Her scent is caught in the curly hair over her mons; he loves this about her, how once she's half-naked with legs open her scent is enough to overpower him, wipe out the ability to think.

"OK, Mike," she says, already sounding careful, a little dreamy, "you take your time, sweetheart."

Claire has narrow, gorgeous calves and thighs, and when she hooks one over his shoulder, he can feel stubble against his skin, enough to set it alight. And he opens his mouth, breathing hot and damp against her; she sighs and he almost chokes with the rich taste of her flooding his senses.

If it wasn't for Fisk, he could - he might ask her to move in, at least; if she'd met Matt Murdock, would she have let him into the core of her like this?

Claire's right hand clenches in his hair, the way she knows he likes, and he's hard, suddenly, dizzyingly hard; he's never noticed how tiny her hands are. How delicate; he can feel her slim fingers (and they're so much smaller than --) and the strength in them and he's drooling, now.

Matt is on his knees and sucking, biting at Claire's swollen labia, rich with blood, and she's breahing deeply, the tiniest bit unevenly.

Maybe, he thought, every breath taking him higher, because now Claire's back arched, once, and she squirmed, so he slid one finger inside her and licked around it, maybe when Fisk was driven away, or in jail - and he shuddered, hard, feeling the blood heat clench around his finger - maybe then he'd ask Claire to meet Foggy.

Maybe - and she clenched her hand in his hair and wrapped her leg tight around his shoulder and pulled and Matt was nose-deep, two-fingers deep, Claire's-quiet-quick-uneven-panting-deep in her, and his nose was running, and his eyes were watering because she had hold of him, he was on his knees and Claire had him, and if only Fisk would leave, Matt could have this all the time, thousands of people stayed with people who weren't their soulmates, when his job was done here he'd ask Claire to stay with him until she found her soulmate, because - he sucked at her clit, finally, letting the rhythm of her heart and her lungs and her blood push him over the edge, the air was thick with her - and she got both hands in his hair and started kicked at his back, one heel on his shoulderblade in glorious almost-bruising rhythm and stopped breathing, everything tightening around him. And Matt on his knees thought please please please god let this be enough, this, I don't ask for a soulmate, just let me have this --

(and ten miles away Wilson Fisk starts out of a dead sleep, with the scent of a woman on his hands and the taste of a woman on his mouth and her voice in his ear saying "mike, you goddamn asshole, ahhhah! aha yes," and he is aching, aching.)

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU (another piece of fill, author!anon has lost control of the prompt)

[(Anonymous)]

(uh. also now have like three paragraphs of...weird...AU...religious...guilt? tw: suicidal ideation? what is even fuck's sake happening here? soon we will be back to people snarling about how they wanna suck each others dicks over the telephone don't fret friends)



When he was younger, and angry, he'd asked the priest how it could possibly be fair, how could god give someone a blind soulmate.

"I've heard this question before," the priest had said. He had, too; he'd only been spending half his attention on Matt. How young had Matt been, back then? Young enough that he remembered Foggy as a criminally young voice, big, marijuana/pizza-scented hands, and Josie threatening to call the Nelsons about them constantly. "You should remember Abraham and Sarai, and consider why God might give a man a barren soulmate. Or," and here the priest's voice had caught, so slightly that Matt was pretty sure no one else could hear it, "or David and Jonathan, soulmates although their fathers were enemies."



(He had once with his whole heart spent the night on his knees, praying. Foggy had been away, visiting his family, and Matt had promised on his word that he was fine, he was going to spend the night with - Melissa? - Melissa. And instead he'd wound up on the floor in their dorm, begging God silently, foggy, foggy, please, i'll make everything up to him if You change it and make it so he's mine, he was meant for me, please.

Foggy's seen him naked a hundred times. They're brothers. And Matt's soulmark is not at all the fit to Franklin Nelson's, because despite everything, there's too much of the devil in the Murdock boys, and there's too much good in the Nelsons.)



So. No happy ending for Matt, no David and Jonathan, no Abraham and Sarai. Sometimes (late at night, when he was sure everyone was asleep, or after he'd crawled into his apartment through the window and laid face up on the bed panting himself past the pain for a couple hours of sleep, wondering if he could wash the sheets and get away with it or if he'd have to find somewhere to toss them and buy clean, non-blood stained ones) he'd think: well. if i died before I met them, whoever they are, I wouldn't - ever - have to hear the disappointment. It wouldn't be a sin, it would just be an...accident.

But lately, though, Matt hadn't been able to think about giving up without the quick heat - if I'm gone, he'd thought, then who - who will watch out for Fisk? Karen? Foggy? Urich, even?

(And deeper, lower, because Matt has a temper: and let him win? NO. Never.)

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU (another piece of fill, author!anon has lost control of the prompt)

[(Anonymous)]

LONG NOTES: ok this fic isn't getting posted in chronological order. chronologically, in universe, a bunch of stuff happens before this scene, and i'm gonna tell you about it later, but i woke up and people were talking bout the scene where Fisk realizes that it's his soulmate under the mask - I WANT TO READ ALL OF THOSE SCENES, PEOPLE, WRITE THEM FOR ME! - and i realized i had to tell you guys MY version. it is. uh. not totally perfect and shiny but i'm excited about this and also, like i said, i need to crowdsource a really nasty urban legend/fake medical fact that "everybody knows" about soulmates, and i think posting what i've got will help you guys help me, or at least it'll be out of my hair so i can focus. (yeah, this is an unfinished disaster; it'll get there. I PROMISE.)

Y'all probably forgot that in this universe, they tell urban LEGENDS about what happens to people who kill their soulmates.

And (that urban legend i haven't made up yet) is what Wesley thinks of when Fisk jerks away from the man in the mask like -

-- and the man lays flat for a minute, and when he gets an arm under himself and shoves halfway up before collapsing again with a scream of pain. He's only up for half a second, but it's enough; Wesley and Rogers can both see exactly what drove Fisk back. Rogers drops his gun in horror (the idiot) but even Wesley can't hold his gun steady because -

His shirt's been torn away, jerked up, and under the blood and the mass of purplish swelling there's - it's -

in the quiet, all three men can hear the sound of the man gasping. It has an odd, liquid quality to it. He'll be on his feet in a moment if no one stops him, Wesley thinks; lord knows they've learned a lesson in how hard it is to put him down, much less keep him there.

A boxer, Wilson had said. Just a hunch, he'd said.

Blood drips from Wilson's knuckles.

(after matt runs, does fisk kill the minion who saw matt's soul mark? YES. wesley thinks about stopping him for a minute, because they cannot function if they develop a reputation for killing their employees, but - but Wesley has no soulmark, and even he understands how perverse this is, why Fisk cannot bear that there are witnesses. This explains, of course, why the man in the mask has been targeting Fisk, but -

- but Wesley's stomach does a sick, angry roll; the man in the mask has been trying to kill Fisk from the beginning. He's covered his mark and spent weeks hunting Fisk.)

"GET. OUT," Wilson screams at Wesley. Rogers' feet kick; Wilson is holding him six inches off the ground with one hand. Blood is bubbling from Roger's nose already; he'll be dead if Wesley doesn't leave.

Wesley makes a note of where the masked man had collapsed while Wilson beat him - there, on the concrete, blood readily available, good, that might narrow it down - adjusts his tie, shaking, and leaves the room.

Through the door, Rogers screams once.

The noises Wilson is making scarcely sound human.

Wesley begins composing a text; he'll need a forsenic examiner and equipment here as soon as possible, before the masked man's blood dries.

Someone has to know who he is and Wesley will find them.

And when he does?

Jail, if it can be managed, perhaps, but if it can't - there are billions of people living life without their soulmates. Wesley doesn't think that Fisk could finish the job, now, and is even less sure of the reaction of their fellowship. If it becomes common knowledge that Fisk is complicit in his soulmate's unfortunate demise, the chances that - well, they'll lose Leland for sure. Leland's son has already found his partner.

And Fisk himself is passionate, falls in love - he's in love with this cesspool of a slum, for god's sake - but. but Wesley will make sure Wilson doesn't know who kills the man in the mask. He thinks that even if he slips up, well. Fisk might crave the man in the mask, but he loves Wesley. He'll survive.

Wesley leans against the filthy doorway despite what these walls will deposit on his suit, because - because he wants to be sick. He won't; someone has to - to stay calm, in the face of this disaster. He keeps his back turned to preserve a sense of decorum as Fisk vomits next to Roger's corpse.

And Wilson stumbles to the door, his hand heavy on Wesley's shoulder, sweating and shaking and covered with blood, and he says "My - my friend," and the pressure is almost bone-crushing. Wesley remains very, very still. "Wesley."

(POV IS A STONE COLD BITCH AAAAAAAA)

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU (another piece of fill, author!anon has lost control of the prompt)

[(Anonymous)]

So much of this is perfect but I just have to say that I love your Wesley so much.

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU (another piece of fill, author!anon has lost control of the prompt)

[(Anonymous)]

(oops! we posted @ the same time so that extra wesley snippet wasn't specifically directed at you) *clutches you like a drowning victim* omg thank u for ur kind words.

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU (another piece of fill, author!anon has lost control of the prompt)

[(Anonymous)]

(Wesley is already planning on how they're going to capitalize on the man in the mask's death, tbh? Wesley is going to find this masked man and put him down like the rabid dog that he is, and then someone is going to very publicly find the body. Everyone in Hell's Kitchen is going to hear the tragic story of Wilson Fisk, the philanthropist bent on cleaning up Hell's Kitchen, who never found his soulmate. Just his soulmate's corpse.

They'll do an interview. Fisk can commit himself to restoring Hell's Kitchen in memory of his soulmate. Fuck, at the end of this, Wesley's sure that if Fisk wants to run for office, they'll win in a landslide. The public will eat. This. Up.)

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU (another piece of fill, author!anon has lost control of the prompt)

[(Anonymous)]

yes hi I'm that passerby-anon who started speculating about finding Matt's soulmark after his double beatdown in episode nine and I really should be studying for the final I have tomorrow but instead I am sitting here screaming and flailing because that was flipping AWESOME and HEARTBREAKING and TERRIFYING and URBAN LEGENDS and YOUR WESLEY IS AMAZING and UGH *clings to fill*

I mean based on what they know their logic makes ALL THE SENSE, although there is a ravenous part of me demanding to know HOW FISK AND/OR WESLEY (depending on how canon you take things of course) REACT TO FINDING OUT THE MAN IN THE MASK IS, IN FACT, BLIND. (Which I suppose may or may not be contingent upon them finding out his identity?)

....also apparently I am desirous of a happy ending here? EVEN THOUGH IT CAN PROBABLY ONLY END POORLY.

dear author-anon i love you a lot okay

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU (another piece of fill, author!anon has lost control of the prompt)

[(Anonymous)]

So I'm urban legends anon (the one who apparently has no idea how English grammar and/or spellcheck works). This update was so good. Also can I put my vote for a happyish ending forwards? Pretty please with all my love and devotion? Seriously, though this fill is great. I'm checking it multiple times a day when I should be studying. You're such a fantastic writer.

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU Another Fic Update (read after "bitty little fic update"

[(Anonymous)]

AFTER wilson fisk kicks the shit out of matt murdock, after matt has managed to slink away and lick his wounds, this happens:

John gets the really shitty luck, because he's the one who gets stuck showing a picture of someone's soul mark on what is obviously a beat-up side to everybody in the neighborhood. It's slow, boring work; most people are wiseasses. A couple people look worried, a couple look nervous, but nobody recognizes this guy's soulmark. It's a needle in a haystack, and this is gonna be a long, boring, unproductive day. It's too hot outside for this shit; he's sweating through his shirt. Max partners him, and Max is irritable; a few weeks ago the masked man knocked him to the ground with one hit and ever since then Max has been getting weird headaches and periods of double vision. When they find this guy - if they find this guy - John hopes he gets the chance to get a minute alone with him before they turn him over to the boss: he's known Max for six years. He deserves a chance to get a little revenge.

He and Max hit the gym at about midday, which is great, should be quiet enough to be in and out in a hot second. The man at the desk is tired and grizzled; he looks like he doesn't have time for their shit. John envies him. When you work for Fisk, you're moving and shaking, absolutely, but you always have to leave time for the boss's shit.

"Looking for a guy," Max says. "Probably lives around here, paramedics brought him to the hospital, no ID on him. Unconscious right now; we're on lunch but hey, I'm seein' this nurse who works at St. Peter's and she feels bad for this guy, wanted me to make the rounds. See if we could find his people."

It's not a bad cover story; the nice thing about working for Fisk is that he knows how to stay under the radar. It's almost true. It happens, is the thing, especially in this neighborhood; people get in trouble, and they're not carrying ID; someone has to find their families. The only tricky part about it was cropping the surveillance footage of the masked man's side so the photo looks vaguely official, the kind a nurse might send out with her boyfriend who rides in the ambulance.

"Huh," the old guy says. "Haven't seen you boys around here before; which ambulance you said you were on?"

"Number 27, cross town," John says. because it's true. "We're not from around here; his girlfriend works at the hospital. I think it's a stupid idea anyways, wandering around the neighborhood when I could be eating, but I don't get a say."

So the guy pulls out his old-guy readers and squints at the photos, and then he scowls. "I'll be damned," he says. "Good thing you came by, that's - unconscious?"

"Car crash," Max says. "You know him?"

"Have to say I do," the man says. "Yes, I really do have to say I do. Well. Shit. Comes in pretty regular; that's the Murdock boy. What a real damn shame."

"Murdock?" John says. B-I-N-G-O, guess who's fucked now, no fuckin' way. No fuckin way did they just get this lucky. Slow, slow; can't scare him off now. "Got a first name?"

"Matt," the old guy says. "Never seen a soulmark like that before; never seen another like it. Definitely the Murdock boy." He shakes his head. "Who would hit a blind man? What's the world coming to these days?"

___



"Wait," Max says. "That old man has to be wrong, there's no way the man in the mask is blind. You weren't there, you didn't see, he didn't hit like a blind man, he hit like a fucking piledriver."

"No," John says, making a face; Max's nose still hasn't healed. "Obviously. But it's a good disguise, isn't it?"

"It's tacky," Max says. "Come the fuck on. Blind?"

"Ain't gonna matter in a minute," John says, grinning. "He done fucked up, and pretty soon he's going to be dead and nobody's gonna have to worry about this shit ever again."





(...I love this scene, and I planned this scene, and then I wrote it and realized FUCK, how do soulmarks work in this world? If Wesley could see whatever's on Matt's side and immediately recognize it as the piece that goes to Fisk's totally public mark that everyone knows about, uh...why don't these guys make that connection? Sure, Wesley and Fisk are both highly motivated to track down this mask guy, but why would they allow random low-level minions to show this around to everybody?

um. *flails* in...this...world...there's a weird...magic shit going on here? soulmarks can totally be photographed and videotaped, and people can see them, but you can't tell which marks match unless you see them on two people personally? like. these minions have seen Fisk's neck and they've seen a picture of Matt's side, but until they saw Matt's actual live side they wouldn't be able to recognize them as compatible? hoodoo bullshit? scrap this scene entirely and figure out another way to get here?)

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU Another Fic Update (read after "bitty little fic update"

[(Anonymous)]

Oh darling Matt, didn't I tell you you're fucked? (And he doesn't even know WHY in this instance let me cackle like a mad cackling thing.)

(I can understand your concern re: the soulmark identity thing. Unfortunately I am as stumped as you about this besides magical hoodoo handwaving. Hm. I will think on this.)

(I imagine Fisk and Wesley both going down the same line of thinking as John and Max here, but if I may posit a hypothetical? Medical records. I do not doubt Fisk has the resources to be able to get his hands on Matt's medical records which will likely clearly show that Matt's eyes are fucking wrecked from that chemical spill (which I can't help but think had to have been all over the news at that time, wee!Matt saving a man's life and being blinded for his troubles DON'T TELL ME THE PRESS WOULDN'T FUCKING MILK THE HEROIC BLIND KID BEING RAISED BY HIS SINGLE FATHER STORY FOR ALL IT WAS WORTH *ahem*). And it is rather common knowledge that if a person loses one sense, the others heighten to compensate, and considering this is now a world of gods and monsters and magic...?

I apologize if I am stepping on your toes re: where you are taking your story, btw. I'm just speculating and trying to think about where this MAY go and sometimes making leaps of weird logic. I WILL HAPPILY READ WHATEVER YOU PLAN TO DO I AM JUST VERY EXCITED and sometimes that gets the better of me, so again my most profuse apologies.)

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU Another Fic Update (read after "bitty little fic update"

[(Anonymous)]

Ooooooh shit! Matt! Oh no!

(fwiw I vote for these minions have seen Fisk's neck and they've seen a picture of Matt's side, but until they saw Matt's actual live side they wouldn't be able to recognize them as compatible, that's a cool idea)

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU Another Fic Update (read after "bitty little fic update"

[(Anonymous)]

I have to say I love these two. I can't stop laughing over the Max the mobster going "Yeah, I'd shoot a guy in the face. But pretend to be blind? Man, that shit is just wrong."

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU Another Fic Update (read after "bitty little fic update"

[(Anonymous)]

Perhaps when you physically see a mark you get some sort of psychic impression of what the two marks combined looks like, so what people are actually looking for is not the same mark at all but the other half of a matching psychic imprint, which you can only id if you see both marks in person.

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU More Update

[(Anonymous)]

someone asked: how do wesley and/or fisk handle the knowledge that matt is blind?

pOoRLY









Wesley doesn't quite know what to do when Max and John tell Wesley that the guy with the soulmark is from Hell's Kitchen, the man in the mask, get this, he's pretending to be blind, smart fucker, right? No fuckin class, he's obviously not blind, but. Great way to hide in plain sight.

Wesley doesn't tell Fisk. Wesley sits down and thinks for a very, very long moment. And then Wesley looks Matt up on the internet. And then Wesley thinks some more. And then he has someone call and he gets Nelson and Page - of course, that's why the masked man has been dogging their organization in particular, that Page woman - out of the office and he goes to visit Mr. Murdock.

"Mr Murdock, glad I could catch you," Wesley says. (Matt still feels - jesus, every time he moves his whole side burns, it's exhausting.)

It's routine, questions that could've been asked over the phone or by email, just billing questions, honestly, and Matt feeling increasingly anxious but covering it up because there's no reason for it, nothing weird is going on, he's the only one who knows to be worried about Consolidated Global, until Wesley says: "It's interesting - Mr. Fisk knew to look for a boxer named Mike? Matthew Michael Murdock. You used your middle name, that's so sloppy it offends me, but you really are blind; I'll be damned."

Matt tries to laugh it off, but he already looks sick. "I...beg your pardon?" And he doesn't know which direction to go in - helpless or defensive - so he goes with "I don't know a Fisk, unfortunately, but. I am blind? I'm not sure if this is meant to be a joke, but I don't find it funny. I feel like I'm going to be able to sue you in a couple of minutes."

"Oh god, can we not, you've already wasted far too much of our time," Wesley says, briskly. "I've been holding a gun on you since I came through the door."

Matt doesn't have time to think about it before he's slammed himself to the left, sudden, and then kicked that asshole's chair over, knocks Wesley to the ground and pulls Wesley up in front of him, has a grip on his throat.

At which point he realizes that he didn't hear a gun, and he didn't smell a gun, but there are - shit - "You didn't have a gun," he says, numbly.

"Not on me, no," Wesley says, as three men who definitely are armed pile into the office. "You're very quick, for a blind man, Mr. Murdock."

Matt's got Wesley in front of him like a shield trying to figure out if he can go through the window when he's so banged up that standing is still not always guaranteed, this is public, this is the middle of the day, fuck, fuck, he is fucked, even if he exits this specific situation he's going to have to find Foggy and Karen before Wesley does, assuming that Wesley don't have them already.

Wesley's absolutely calm, saying "do not let him leave, absolutely do not let this fucker leave." Which is maddening, but not quite as humiliating as when the tallest man with the gun says,

"Boss, I'm not gonna shoot YOU but i'm also not super excited about shooting a blind guy plus is he - using you as a shield or using you to hold himself up, this is really public."

At which point, Fisk walks into the room and everything comes to a screeching halt. "I understand, Wesley," he says, soft, "But you should have told me."

"I wanted to -" Wesley's lip twists. "Spare you the unpleasantness guaranteed in this particular...interview."

"I will break his neck," Matt says, "if you don't clear a path to the door now." He can't catch his breath and he doesn't know why.

Wesley turns his head and shouts, suddenly, at the top of his lungs, straight in Matt's left ear, blazing pain like a hard open-handed hit to the ear in the ring - and there's nothing, he is getting nothing that makes sense for a second, two seconds, and somebody's grabbing for him, and he goes for a knee, misses, goes for a knee again, connects with something but someone catches his ankle and then he's on the ground, and someone kicks him in the broken rib and he can't help screaming.

If it didn't hurt so much, he'd be more worried about his dignity, but as it is, he's still trying to clear his head and get the ringing to stop while someone drags him up.

("Are you," Fisk is saying to Wesley, and Wesley says, irritated, "yes, of course.")

"You're - blind." Fisk says, uncertain. a-fraid? but why - and then - "Mr. Murdock," Fisk says, suddenly unbelievably formal for a guy who's crushed people's heads with his hands, and the sound of his name in this man's mouth makes Matt dizzy, "how long have you been. Afflicted."

"Not here for this," Matt says, gasping around his words, because yeah, that was a good hit to the ribs and the muscle has him in a hold that he keeps trying to break, "you wanna know you go look it up online like a good criminal," and is that pity he's smelling? Matt is crazy furious right now.

"Mr. Murdock, you - " and Fisk seems to be having genuine difficulty getting the words out. Wesley is pissed off and deeply embarrassed that he has to watch this. "You have. A soulmark, on your - your right hip."

"That's what you noticed?" and suddenly he's laughing, really laughing, "what is wrong with you people, that man died, his burning corpse was in the corner, and you were - leering at - at my mark?"

Wesley is now officially Done. He says, short and clipped, "It's the match to the soulmark on my employer's throat, Mr. Murdock."

"Oh," Matt says, and everyone gets really confused because for the first time Matt actually relaxes. He's not even mad anymore, just - irritated, and a little grossed out by the childishness of the ploy, and playing for time - he needs to get all of these people out of the office. "Yes, of course, I'm blind, what a clever thing to say, you must be proud of yourselves, this is absolutely the first time this has happened." Wesley didn't realize how expressive this man's face was, under that mask, but it's strange to see his face twisted with disgust and watch the unfocused, blurred eyes. It's unsettling.

"Other people have - identified you as their partner?"

Matt literally cannot believe that he's finally been found out, this is most probably his last five minutes on this earth (barring miraculous intervention, which he is not psyched about; the last time God touched his life it left him blind and unable to sleep on cotton sheets) and it amounts to him giving a disability seminar in their shitty office to the mob. "Jesus," he says.

AT WHICH POINT foggy and Karen march their asses on in there, and. uh.

"WHOAH great job threatening a blind guy, cowards," Foggy has already started, while Karen's phone is on silent and she's calling 911 by feel from inside her purse.

Matt hates that he has to be the one to say "Karen. No. Not the cops, he owns half of them, don't -

But Foggy has never seen Fisk up close before, and Matt doesn't have to try to know exactly what's going on with Foggy, which he hates, hates hates.

<<<

"Matt," Foggy says. He's hit panicked and is tipping into horrified. "Matt."

"You need to not hurt them," Matt is saying, rapidly, when did Matt get so good at controlling a room, because his voice is the voice that everyone tunes in to. Foggy knows; it's a trick Matt picked up in law school. He's a damn fine attorney, but right now he's tilting his head for a better idea of the angles in the room, "this is it, I know when I'm beat, you don't need to hurt them, Fisk."

And Foggy is horrified and disgusted and - and - there is the tiniest piece of him that literally doesn't know if Matt has been lying about this, too. "Matt," he says, can't help it, honestly can't help it, because he's never seen Fisk up close but he's heard the way Matt talks about him. Furious. Obsessed. Not quite - rational; it's never been rational. And Foggy has seen Matt naked a hundred times. They're brothers.

Foggy always thought they were brothers.

"Matt, did you know about this? Did you - jesus, you said you wanted to touch his neck, did you know about this then?"

(People are dicks to blind people. People are dicks to orphans. Even in college, there was one girl who got her friend to say - to say that her soulmark matched Matt's. Matt doesn't believe anyone who talks about soulmarks unless it's Foggy, and right now Foggy is angry.)

"I didn't know what he looked like, how would I have known -"

(Foggy thinks about lying. All they can do is shoot him, and once Foggy tells Matt that Fisk is lying to him, Foggy knows that Matt will never, ever believe Fisk or anyone else who tries to tell him otherwise. Matt is his brother; Matt should've found his soulmate and loved them. It is terrifying Foggy that this makes sense, that Matt's been lying about going out attacking people at night, yeah, Foggy looked up medical records and police records and he can make some educated guesses, he knows that Matt might say self defense and cleaning up the city, but Matty had put more than one guy in a coma.

Foggy's best friend is the sweetest, kindest lawyer in the world, and he is a violent fucking nutjob on the street, and - and it makes sense and it makes Foggy furious, that his soulmate would be someone like Fisk. Matt deserves so much more than this; Matt was supposed to find his soulmate and be happy.)

But Foggy catches Wesley's eye as he's planning to lie, so what, they'll shoot him, Matt will never ever believe them and at least then Wilson Fisk can be miserable too, fuck him, and Wesley nods to Karen, the one who's shaking and looks like she's going to throw up, and.

And Foggy didn't sign up for this, Foggy was never, ever supposed to be the guy who had to make these calls. Foggy rubs his face with both hands, which is when Matt starts shaking, because Matt knows Foggy better than anybody, Marci included. "No," Matt says.

"Matt, your life is fucked up, you get that, right? All the weird fucked-up shit in your life and this is the weirdest and most fucked up thing, I don't." And then, because Foggy cannot shut up for his life right now, this is his brother, and this is the worst thing that's happened yet, because even the guy who tried to kill Karen wasn't. Wasn't connected to her, fuck. "You were supposed to be happy," he says. It sounds like an accusation. Foggy can't really help it. He sees Matt's eyes wandering, the way they do when he's - having trouble focusing on what's in front of him. "You were supposed to meet your match and settle down and love them, dude, maybe if you hadn't started running around beating people up you wouldn't -"

Ah, look at that. Foggy's almost glad that he's crying, fuck these thugs with guns, because at least it keeps him from saying anything else. Matt doesn't look like he's holding himself up anymore, but his mouth is twisted and shaking, which is how Foggy knows that Matt believes him. Shit. Well.





EVERYBODY WANTS TO THROW UP, nobody is happy right now, wesley is really mad he didn't figure out how to put a bullet in matt's head a month ago, this is choppy and unedited but i got stuck for a long minute and i wanted to PUSH FORWARDS

sorry OP, I am a) REALLY DRAMATIC, soap-opera $5.99-budget dramatic, and b) STILL REALLY INTO the whole "unfortunately bonded" part of this prompt, like. uh.

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Before Wilson beats Matt half to death and before they see his soulmark, Wilson spends a day thinking. He meant to banish the dream of a woman laughing, laughing at that asshole Mike, but the memory returns throughout the day. It comes to him at odd times. He can't forget it. It interrupts. It's intrusive.

He asks Wesley to have the men keep an eye out for a boxer named Mike, and when Wesley stares at him without blinking - always a bad sign - he sighs. "The man in the mask," he says. He doesn't have words for this. He rubs his neck; it's hot, in the summer, and it smells like exhaust. "I believe - I believe it may be an associate of his."

"A boxer," Wesley says. If it was anyone else, even the slightest hint of confusion might have made Wilson angry, but it's Wesley. Wesley only wants the information that Wilson has, which makes it that much worse that Wilson can't give him any.

"Call it a hunch." He manages not to shrug.

"...of course," Wesley says. "How aggressively should we look?"

"Quietly," Wilson says. "But quickly; I think if we find him, the masked man might not be far away."

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"Who told you," Matt says. He'd swear his throat's bleeding but there's no taste of blood; it just feels closed up. Swollen. He's on a roof - he had to get up, up off the street and into the cleaner wind. He needs to be careful. The important thing to remember, for this conversation, is that he is Matt Murdock and the man in the black mask, but Mike? Mike is a friend of Claire's. He'd been in plain clothes, tonight, at the gym, and he'd heard strangers asking. A boxer, they'd said, maybe he fights sometimes? Mike?

Danny who owned the place, he'd laughed: what, he owe you money? Nah, I don't know no Mike.

Claire's the only one who knows a Mike. He'd run to the place she was staying, masked, woken her up. She'd been sleepy and angry, but she'd promised him that she didn't talk to people about her friend Mike. "Who told you to look for Mike?"

"Good," Fisk says. "That was something of a calculated risk." People's voice change when they're pleased, and Fisk sounds pleased right now. "I wasn't sure that I was right until now."

"Call off your dogs, Fisk," Matt says. He won't tell Foggy or Karen, but sometimes - lately - it feels like Fisk brings out the devil in him. It was never so hard to focus until he'd discovered Fisk, the spider conspiring to bring down the city. "This is between you and me; no civilians have anything to do with this."

"You know him," Fisk says, "or his woman? Good. You're protective of them? Loyal? Even better; still a shame that you didn't have the sense to take the job I offered. When I find him - and I will - we'll talk, I think."

The wind is cold and damp and smells like McDonald's grease, like burning coolant, and (as always, in the city) like piss. He is beginning to think that he can only drag this out for so long.

"We're talking now," he says. "You want the best for this city? Why kill an innocent man to get to me?"

"It's not ideal," Fisk agrees. "I'd much prefer alternate routes."

Up here, on the roof. Matt will never have to stand on this roof again. And - and they're talking about Mike, who is not Matt Murdock, and is not the masked man, and - and - and here, maybe, Matt can acknowledge that the heat that Fisk lights in his veins is not entirely. It's unwelcome, but it's not - it's a heat he's never felt before.

"Such as," Matt says. Fisk is breathing slowly; Matt's just fallen into rhythm with him.

He listens to Fisk breathing, on the phone, in this quiet space. In. Out. In. Out.

"One last chance," Fisk says. "You love your city. I love her, too; don't make me tear it apart."

"You don't tear cities apart, Fisk, you tear people apart."

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"You kill people," he says, and somewhere in the back of his mind the little voice of common sense, rational, practical, common sense, that's saying: matt? matt? you didn't say no, matt. i think you forgot something, i think you forgot to say no, better get that out there, matt - but his mouth is leaping ahead of his brain, now. "I don't think you could," he says. "I don't - think you would. Tear me apart, if you can, Fisk; keep it between us."

Matt hears his own voice saying those words and - and - and hears how Fisk lets the silence draw out; Fisk's breathing has changed. If Matt's ears weren't so sensitive, he would've have picked up on it, but lucky him.

He's leaning against a smokestack because the night is cold and the brick is warm. The heat is sinking through his thin wet shirt and through the pants, seeping into his chest and - and his thighs. He thinks he's breathing a little funny - because it's cold, and because i'm tired, and

"...tear you apart," Fisk says. Matt adjusts his stance against the brick. He's too hot and too cold and - and - hang up the phone, champ, he thinks. at this point, your honor, the defense can no longer conceal evidence. But Matt doesn't hang up the phone, because he can count the good decisions he's made in the last year on one hand and why break a bad habit now, he thinks, a little crazily.

It might be fair to say that he has clearly gone insane. No one has ever spoken to Matt like that before, with that particular considering tone, heavy with deliberate, careful meaning.

OK. "I think you could," Matt says; his fingers are tingling. "Would you, though?"

And denial has worked well for Matt until now but at this point all he can honestly say is that yes, he just said that, and - and - and he might be leaning against warm brick with his legs spread and his voice might have accidentally just dropped half an octave, but at least both his hands are above his waist and whatever's going on down there is just - it's just - physical. adrenaline.

"No," Fisk says, and that was not a sigh of disappointment he will not let it out. "No," Fisk says again, "I wouldn't." And another pause in which they're panting at each other - this is not right, this is not okay, and Matt almost knows what Fisk is going to say before he says "until you asked, at least," and. shit. Matt hates him more than an little because until this second it had been - a thing that wasn't really happening, and now, now, Fisk made it real and Fisk made Matt the coward. Matt is coward enough to know that he won't - he won't consider it, he won't think of what it might feel like if it was Fisk's solid bulk in front of him, the heat of another man between his legs instead of the -

- the chimney. jesus, this is public, this is the roof of a public building. Matt feels like he's jerking out of sleep; he knows he made some humiliating noise before he hangs up the phone, but he. He can't. He doesn't throw the phone away, is the thing.





(...this definitely is a thing that happened before fisk sees matt's soulmark. uh. for maximum distress.)

i feel like i need to say NOBODY DIES IN THIS, it's just. uh. things are very tense. nobody knows enough to make good decisions but everyone has just enough info to keep making critical errors. ahaha?

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...all my formatting got fucked up. bleah.

(NOTE TO SELF: at some point, matt, either wesley or fisk will have a pointed talk with you about how comfortable you are with torturing people for information and what that says about your "i don't kill" policy. but. like. noooooot yet)

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TOO HOT (HOT DAMN!)

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I just want to wrap Matt up in a blanket and give him a cup of hot tea or hot cocoa and then cup his face in my hands and say, "Matt. Matty. Matty Matt Matt. Precious self-destructive, anger-managment-issue-filled avocado. You're fucked."

Do I mean literally or metaphorically?

...Yes.

:D

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Yeesssssss. Another amazing update to get me through the day. :)

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU (bitty little author anon #1 update)

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Dear author,

You are hella.

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU (another piece of fill + question for OP)

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Oh god what if Matt accidentally called the wrong number after getting hurt one night. That's a super dangerous way to store the phone number of your arch enemy, Matty.