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Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU

[(Anonymous)]

Hey! Authoranon's fill is amazing, and it inspired me in a slightly different direction, if it's okay for another fill?

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU

[(Anonymous)]

Authors on here saying oh god yes please!!

Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU

[(Anonymous)]

OP here, I would relish any and all fills. I'm super glad this prompt is getting attention and love. c:

S/A: Fill 2 (1/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Matt should have anticipated this day coming. He had been to distracted, too frustrated with the lack of answers about this mysterious Fisk, and he hadn't been paying enough attention to his surroundings. He is reasonably certain he blacked out from pain on his way here, and he is uncertain enough of his balance that he decided to stumble through the front door instead of just vaulting through the windows.

Claire's silence is telling, as he collapses onto her couch, the way her heart jolts and her sharp inhale whistles against her teeth. The hesitation before she speaks, starting slow.

"Mike, I—" A swallow, and her heartbeat evens out with resolve, but still elevated far above normal "That's a compound fracture, Mike, I don't have the equipment for this. I am going to need to call an ambulance."

Matt tries to say her name, to object, but he can't, half-choking on the blood coming up his throat and flooding his mouth. When he finally gathers himself up enough to speak, it comes out in a wet rasp. "Mugged. You found me mugged." Half a choking cough, and the corner of his lip turns up just a little bit. "In your dumpster."

He starts trying to strip out of his shirt, gritting past where the blood has dried the fabric against his skin. "Burn the— burn the clothing." It's painstakingly slow, and he's too afraid to jostle the leg he can't quite feel the end of any more past sharp stabbing pain to try.

She hisses at him to stop, finally hanging up on the phone after having contacted paramedics and goes into the kitchen to grab a pair of scissors, cutting the rest of his blood-stained costume off and stuffing it into a trash bag that she then shoves into the back of a drawer in the kitchen. "Hush. I'll take care of it."

He stays conscious until he can hear the siren turning down to stop in front of the door; the hiss and click of the machines in the ambulance are just so loud—


He wakes up in the hospital, and almost convulses on instinct, panicked. Until he hears Foggy's sleeping heartbeat a yard and a half away, steady and even as always, even as the muscles and joints creak at the awkwardness of their position. His exhales are soft against the plastic of the chair.

"Foggy-?" His voice comes out as a croak, and Matt is almost surprised that it's enough to wake him up. (Why, God? he asks in that half-moment as Foggy snaps awake, and there is a sharp throb from the stab wound on his side where he's been told his soul mark is supposed to be. Why couldn't it have been Foggy?)

Foggy is shifting next to him, reaching out to grasp the hand that isn't hooked up to the machinery at his side.

"Yeah, Matt. I'm here."


At the unexpected buzz in his pocket, Wesley turns away from where Fisk is making to leave the art gallery, sliding out his phone. "Yes?" A pause. "I see." A very long silence, and Wesley turns to look back at Fisk, watching the man as he slowly bids Vanessa goodbye. Fisk's soulmark is an elaborate thing, starting just below his left ear and trailing down his neck until it almost reaches his collarbone. "And you can confirm this? Forward me full records and the relevant documentation immediately, and arrange for a visitation."

"Wesley?" Fisk is watching him, and for perhaps the first time in his life, Wesley feels self-conscious under the scrutiny of that gaze, and straightens his tie as he slides his phone back into his pocket.

"Do you remember the Healy case? I just got a call from Blake at the precinct. One of the defence attorneys on the case was found mugged in a dumpster by a resident of a nearby building and rushed to the hospital." Wesley pauses. He hates to bring this up, and it seems terribly sensitive, and Fisk is far too much of a romantic, to emotional, to let such a thing go. "It appears he has your matching soulmark, sir."

Fisk is silent, and his roiling emotions play out across his face all too clearly. The joy and surprise, as it twists to the darker flushes of anger and hate that someone would have dared—. Wesley will spend a moment later for the surprise at how quickly Fisk managed to gather himself. "I would like to see him, Wesley."

"Of course. I have preparations already underway at the hospital. The driver will take us there immediately."

Re: S/A: Fill 2 (1/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Oh sweet Andraste's knickers, I love it

authoranon no. 2

[(Anonymous)]

I was unaware that the Maker's messenger had knickers to swear by but, hey. You learn new Chantry trivia everyday!

But actually, I am glad that you like it! c:

Re: S/A: Fill 2 (1/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, delish! Not the OP, but I'm glad you're adding your take on the prompt, and it is very natural and fitting that Fisk, as powerful as he is, would have the world on the lookout for someone with his soul mark. Really intriguing start.

I also loved the rhythm of the scene with Matt and Claire. When he chokes out, "Mugged. You found me mugged." And she completely gets it.

Fantastic fill so far. Can't wait to read more!

authoranon no. 2

[(Anonymous)]

I am glad that you liked the Claire bit! I was, admittedly, kind of worried about it, since they have such a unique dynamic and I wanted to do it justice!

Re: S/A: Fill 2 (1/?)

[(Anonymous)]

*shudders* argh this is so good
(i am the other one writing this fill and i am in love with how you handled this; CLAIRE, on it like a boss, and the other commenter is right on - you caught their dynamic note-perfect yikes. foggy camping out. oh matt, you poor baby.)

authoranon no. 2

[(Anonymous)]

HI AMAZING AUTHORANON I AM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE IT. Like I told above anon I was kinda worried about the Claire dealio and I am so glad that you think i nailed it.

ugh i love your fill too so i suppose we can just sit here and chinhand at each other delightedly.

Re: S/A: Fill 2 (1/?)

[(Anonymous)]

*chinhands* Poor, poor Matt, his life is about to get so much more difficult. >:)

authoranon no. 2

[(Anonymous)]

what? difficult? no. why would anyone be that cruel? >}

one day i will have a title | Fill 2 (2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Matt wakes to the click click click of Mr. Confederated Global Investment's watch, and he has to make a very strong effort not to tense. The fact that the man is here is unsettling. He searches for Foggy's heartbeat, and finds it outside at the nurse's station, talking about dates for discharge and calling Karen with updates. He can think of no reason that this man would be present unless– His heart crawls into his throat at the thought that he's been found out as the man in the mask.

There are no police officers, but there are seven men with guns, carefully spaced throughout the hallway, professional but relaxed.  If this is going to be a hit, it won't be happening right away, at least. Matt makes a show of waking, and he wonders if someone let Claire know that he's... alright.

“Mr. Murdock?” The voice is has a polite lilt of inquiry, and Matt can sense where his lips quirk up into something of a half smile.

He opens his mouth almost to try and speak, but thinks better of it, and nods instead.  His ears are still locked onto Foggy, his steady heartbeat as he is talking to Karen on the phone.  It's grounding; it always has been.  He slowly turns his head to face towards Mr. Clicking Watch.

“My employer likes to keep tabs on those who work for him, or have worked for him in the past, in case he can be of... assistance, in the future. When we learned of your condition, Confederated Global Investments was very concerned, and sought to cover your hospital bills.” The man stops, taking a breath. He's good. Not quite a lie, just the slightest flutter in his heartbeat as he skims around untruths, and otherwise it beats perfectly even. “There were photos taken of of your injuries to file for insurance claims. It was much to our surprise that we found that your–” there is another pause, again, but this time it is out of a genuine sense of mild discomfort. “–soulmark matches one of Confederated Global's board members. He is anxious to see you, Mr. Murdock, if you would be amenable.”

Matt barely catches those last words, and for all his self-control, he knows he can't hide his reaction to those words, especially as it causes another twinge of pain along his chest and the machines that monitor his heart rate and lung inflation increase their noise and monitors to record the change.


He'd spent a night down on his knees, once. In college. Praying to God as tears streamed down his face that somehow, someway He would change the mark on Foggy's skin so that they would match each other. Foggy, one of the first people in the world that made him feel just as capable as Stick showed him he could be. Foggy who had stood by his side through thick and thin and Foggy who cared in a way others had not before. Franklin Nelson, who had never in all the years they had known each other had never made Matt feel like he was a disappointment.

It doesn't matter that they aren't soulmates (though there have been many, many nights when Matt wishes otherwise). Foggy Nelson is his brother, his friend, and his lifeline. An anchor-point when his senses become too much.

But his soulmate? Matt knows this is something he has to face alone.


It takes Matt a moment to gather his strength, and he knows his words still sound dry as he speaks, tongue heavy like cotton.

“That would be fine, Mr.–?” It's half a jab at their first conversation, so it is something of a surprise when the man answers, lips curved up in that unsettling half-second smile of his.

“Wesley, Mr. Murdock.” He can see as Wesley curls his fingers to one of the men with guns outside, who then turns to speak into the crackle of his earpiece. 'All clear.' Wesley turns back to him. “Your soulmate will be here in just a moment, Mr. Murdock.”

Matt traces the steps as soon as he can hear them approaching, each of the gunmen slowly following along to flank him as the man approaches the room. Steady, even steps, heavy–, though they are matched with a slightly hastened heartbeat and brisk walk. Mr. Wesley was not lying when he said that his soulmate was eager to see him, and something half-hopeful coils in his stomach at the thought that maybe this man won't think him a disappointment, the way Foggy doesn't.

His soulmate is big—massive, even—but as he comes to sit at his bedside chair there is something hesitant about his manner. Matt can hear how the man sighs softly, how the man's jaw shifts as he take a moment to gather his words and still some of the frantic beat of his too-loud heart. He can hear the slight tap of his fancy shoes as he scuffs them against the linoleum of the hospital floor, shifting with a nervous energy. The rapid blinks, the way his mouth twitches open to show a little more of his teeth as he prepares to speak.

“Matthew–.” The man's voice is gravely and low. He hesitates on the nest words, stops himself, the barely audible smack as his tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth and his mouth widens again, his teeth pulling back from his inner lips, half a touch. “–if I may call you Matthew, I–.” The words half stumble out, somewhat halted. “My name–" Exhale. "–is Wilson Fisk.”

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A/N: I regret nothing.

Also, sidenote: at least in this AU, soulmates are not necessarily the be-all end-all of romantic relationships. Sometimes they can be more platonic in nature, and it is certainly possible for people with soulbonds to fall in love with other people, both before and after their soulbond connection is 'identified' and established. (aka Matt likes Foggy AND Claire and Fisk genuinely liked Vanessa and occasionally this complicates things.)

Re: one day i will have a title | Fill 2 (2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Ahhhhh, the suspense. /o\ I really love the build up here; your characterizations are great.

I love this, and cannot wait for the next installment.

Re: one day i will have a title | Fill 2 (2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

I honestly don't even know what to say about this...it's so lovely!

Re: one day i will have a title | Fill 2 (2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

author1 here, i am dying

oh my god. i mean. the tension. it is so sharp and brilliant the way you've done this, with wesley & fisk physically closest to matt and foggy further away but matt still perfectly attuned to him. i love all the physical details you have going on here. i am chinhanding at you in rapt attention.


(i love. well. does it sound vain to be like: I LOVE that everyone is sure that, yeah, even in a universe where you have soulmates and marks on your skin telling you who your Number One Person is, foggy is matt's magnetic north, of course this catholic boy would spend AT LEAST one night on the floor begging god to change his life? i mean, what i want to say i love this characterization so much ugh)

i love also that this is one of those good soulmate AU's where romantic relationships and platonic relationships and soulbonds get all mixed up and difficult. rrgh. yes. get it complicated. throw everyone overboard and see what happens.

(OK I have one POV question that maybe you can answer just for my satisfaction: when is this set? maybe i missed the clues, i forget exactly how confederated global investments fits into the plot, but is this before matt heard the name wilson fisk, or after, or - where are we?)
*anticipates*

Re: one day i will have a title | Fill 2 (2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

I am vibrating with excitement. Yes Matt + Foggy 4EVA! (Whether the relationship between them is platonic or romantic, I love them together lots, and you have nailed their relationship.) Matt's insecurities! COMPLICATIONS!

:D This is glorious and I love love love it.

Re: one day i will have a title | Fill 2 (2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

LOVE THIS. There's not nearly enough Matt/Wilson out there.

I swear a title will appear one day - Fill 2 (3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Wilson Fisk. Wilson Fisk. Wilson Fisk. The name tha-dum bums through Matt's mind like Foggy's heartbeat, like the rhythm of the machines next to him, like his own oh-so-carefully even breathing. Wilson Fisk. Wilson Fisk. Wilson Fisk. There is this alien sense of calm and pleasure niggling at him, the rush of hormones that accompanies the moment of soulmate-encounter, but that feeling is largely subsumed by the roil of negative emotions that name carries.

"Mr. Fisk." Matt hopes that Fisk reads the slight tremor in his voice as pain and nerves, not the split second of terror/horror/denial that it actually reflects. Wilson Fisk. Wilson Fisk. The man that has this city so afraid that the only man who dared to say his name killed himself after for fear of the consequences. "It is–” Matt bites his lip for the barest second “–good to meet you." He lifts his hand slightly, beginning to offer it to shake, but Fisk captures it between his two huge hands (so warm, so gentle, how could this be the same man who–) and settles it back down towards the bed.

"Wilson. Please, call me Wilson."

“Wilson.” The name seems stranger on his tongue, now that he isn't hissing it out in a growl before beating the pulp out of some thug for answers. Wilson is so close, Matt can feel the very slight upturn of his lips that indicate a smile.

“I have been told you will not be discharged for some time.” Fisk swallows, Matt can tell, torn between trying to hyper-focus on every last twitch that his soulmate makes and listening in to where Foggy is arguing with the nurse again, his anger and concern elevating his heartbeat and the volume of his voice. His attention snaps back to Fisk. “After, if you would meet me for a dinner, I would be– I would be most humbled.”

Matt can hear Foggy approaching now, the particular gait and his familiar heartbeat. He hesitates a moment at the door, where the seven bodyguards are gathered like a murder of crows, but presses on anyways; Matt silently blesses him for that with his next exhale. Foggy raps carefully on the door before moving to a seat on the other side of his bed, and Matt follows him with his face, though he doesn't know precisely where to look when seeing him.

“How're you holding up, Matty?” Matt can hear the brief uptick of Foggy's heart when he sees the soulmark on Fisks's neck, the one that matches what he knows to twist around Matt's side just below his ribcage, But Foggy doesn't say anything at all to that as he lets his heartbeat slowly settle back into place, and Matt is grateful for that, also.

He stops, waits, and turns back to face Fisk. “I would–.” Most of him wants to scream denial, to rage, to refuse, but there is a part of him still that is yearning in spite of all that he knows of the evils of this man (all that he does not know, and yet still so strongly suspects). “Mr. Fisk– Wilson.” Matt swallows. “I would like that.” He forces his lips to twist up into something that looks like a smile. He can tell from the sudden intensity of Foggy's gaze that he knows something isn't quite right, but Matt knows his injuries are severe enough that Foggy can easily pass it off as lingering pain.

“Thank you, Matthew.” He can sense Wilson smile, feel the slight change in posture as the man sags out of a tension into more of an anxious relief. Wilson (Fisk, it's Fisk he tells his traitorous mind, but he doubts it will stick any longer) slowly stands to go, giving Matt's hand one last squeeze in silent goodbye before leaving with Mr. Wesley and the murder of crows at his hospital door. They don't go too far away, and Matt knows know that someone will be watching him, for at least as long as he stays at the hospital. He has got to find a way to go home, soon.

“Matt, you okay?”

“Yeah, Foggy, Yeah I'm–” An exhale. “I'm gonna be.”

He knows from the telltale uptick of Foggy's heart that he doesn't quite believe him. Matt doesn't blame him; he isn't sure he believes himself, either.

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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter and the delay. Last week was hell week, and I was hoping to have a little more for this chapter before I posted it, but the next bit is being tricky, and I figured you all deserved a little something to tide you over.

Re: I swear a title will appear one day - Fill 2 (3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

SHIT GODDAMN girl look at this fine, fine tension that you have going on here?

this is excellent. I approve of all of this.

(it's weird how the little stuff catches my eye, but describing their posse as a murder of crows just seemed to fit perfectly, idk.)

mmmm excellent chapter is excellent; i hope you manage to get your personal life back in order soon. (i am currently wading through FINALS, so i can sympathize a little bit.)

Re: I swear a title will appear one day - Fill 2 (3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

I'm literally incapable of much more than flailing about soooo....

*FLAILS!!!*

Re: I swear a title will appear one day - Fill 2 (3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

I love the contrast between Matt's somewhat violent thoughts (e.g. his references to beating thugs, his overall rage etc.) to Fisk's awkward gentleness. It's one of the things I found most interesting about the show- the fact that the hero and villain seem to flip/flop their roles.

I also love the physical contrast between them- Matt must look so fragile in Fisk's eyes (he's a much smaller man, blind and seriously wounded), while Fisk must seem like a giant to Matt's senses. *cough*sizekink*cough*

Re: I swear a title will appear one day - Fill 2 (3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

oh my god this is so amazing already, there's seriously nothing about this that i don't love. you write beautifully and the way you detail even the tiny little things really elevates this story and makes it such a joy to read. have you ever considered posting this on AO3 as a WIP? it would make it easier to keep track of and check for updates, and even if you don't feel inspired enough to continue this gem right now, it'd be nice to be able to bookmark it and find it easily in order come back to reread it once in a while. <3

Re: I swear a title will appear one day - Fill 2 (3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

My Lord, this is riveting. Fisk being a shy mammoth of a gentleman is oddly adorable. XD

Re: I swear a title will appear one day - Fill 2 (3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

So im rrally enjoying this fic. Are you still updating? I hope so