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Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 6/?, Foggy/Frank
(Anonymous) 2016-04-20 05:39 am (UTC)(link)Now, he had run into her in the break room where he was eating a candy bar. He could eat his candy bar in his office but had felt like stretching his legs and moseyed down the hall to lean against the counter.
“Foggy!” she said warmly, coming over and he flapped one hand at her because his mouth was full of delicious chocolate. She laughed, reaching past him to the coffee pot, pouring some into her mug.
“Taking a break?”
He swallowed and nodded.
“Yeah, just needed to get out of my office for a bit.”
“You know,” she said suddenly, tapping at her chin, “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you out of the office.”
He blinked, cocked his head to one side.
“No... no? I leave my office, I have to. You’ve seen me other places.”
“Not in the break room. You’re either in your office or on your way to your office. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you take a break that wasn’t your lunch hour.”
Foggy thought back over all his months at HC&B. Working like a madman because it was easier to focus on paperwork than on his life. His job had been the only place he’d come up on top and he’d been so desperate to make it work.
“You know,” he said thoughtfully, “I think you’re right. I guess I’m finally calming down. Not so worried they’re going to boot me out.”
“That’s good, Foggy. Don’t want to burn yourself out, right?”
She smiled at him and she was really pretty and Foggy could tell she was into him. He was surprised to find that he wasn’t interested. It was just, he was into dudes lately and as nice as Tina was, she wasn’t what he wanted.
“Hey, why don’t you come out with me tonight? My friends and I are going to be hitting the bars, drown our stress in alcohol.”
She looked at him eagerly and Foggy knew if he agreed, she’d think he was interested.
“Maybe next time,” he said sincerely, not meaning it all. He felt no regret in turning her down. Honestly, he’d rather veg out at home with Max and Frank.
He walked her to the elevator because she had to run across town to pick up some files, waving as the doors closed and she was gone.
“She’s into you,” a voice whispered in his ear and Foggy nearly jumped out of his skin. He spun around to see Marci’s smirking face.
“How the hell did you sneak up on me?” Foggy demanded, “You’re wearing five inch heels.”
She arched a brow at him.
“You know I can do anything in these heels.”
Before, back when they were still hooking up on occasion, that would have sounded like sexual innuendo. Now, he was pretty sure she was obliquely referencing that she could murder him in those heels and never get caught. He believed it.
“I’m not interested,” he said firmly and she pursed her lips at him.
“Good idea,” she said, “Don’t dip your pen in the company ink.”
He made a face.
“Crude, Marci, crude.”
She rolled her eyes, stepped a little closer, hands coming to his shoulders then slowly dragging down his jacket to tuck into his pockets, even as she lifted her mouth close to his.
“You don’t know how crude I can be, Foggy-Bear,” she breathed then stepped back. “Ha, I knew you had another candy bar on you.”
She had picked his pocket and now his second Snickers dangled from her hand. He tried half-heartedly to snatch it back but she made it disappear.
“Where did it go? You’re wearing a sheath dress, do you even have pockets?”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to, Foggy-Bear. Now get back to work, Jeri doesn’t pay you to screw around.”
She began to walk away then paused glancing at him over her shoulder.
“You seem better.”
He gave her a wry smile.
“I’m getting there.”
*
He didn’t check his phone until he went to bed and that was just to make sure his alarm was set.
*
The next time Frank came to visit, Foggy was lying on his couch, box of half eaten pizza on the coffee table. He had been watching Netflix all day and refused to feel shame at Frank’s chiding look. It was super important he watch every episode of Arrested Development.
“Your problem is that you’re soft,” Frank announced and Foggy just poked himself in his stomach.
“Yep.”
“Get up.”
“Nope.”
“C’mon, Max, let’s go to your room.”
Foggy watched as Frank snatched up one of Max’s stuffed animals, leading him down the hall. He considered stirring, sitting up and seeing what Frank was up to but in the end, chose to veto. Why sit up when laying down was so great?
When Frank came back, Foggy congratulated himself on making the right choice. And that’s when Frank pulled him off the couch with a thunk.
“Ow,” Foggy said but Frank ignored him, instead shoving his couch along the wall until it was tucked into the corner. Foggy watched from the floor as Frank then turned to the coffee table and pushed it to the far wall. Now Foggy was lying in an empty space with only his living room rug to keep him company.
Frank prodded him with one foot.
“C’mon, get up.”
Foggy squinted at him (not as good as Frank’s squint but still decent, Foggy knew, he had been practicing in the mirror) but climbed to his feet, curious.
“What are we doing?” he asked, watching as Frank bent to remove his combat boots. Frank glanced up at him.
“I’m teaching you how to fight.”
“What? No, no way. I am not made for fighting. I am made for love and hugging, the squish is a fundamental part of my genetic make-up.”
Frank ignored him, going to put his boots away before coming back.
“I’m going to show you how to deal with an attacker. You got the weight and height to do some damage if you wanted to.”
“You said I was soft,” Foggy whined and Frank gave him a look.
“I said your problem was you were soft. So let’s make you less soft.”
Without another word, Frank suddenly came at Foggy who put his hands up startled. All it did was make it easier for Frank to duck down, wrap his arms around Foggy’s chest and yank him to the ground. Foggy ended up face down, Frank with one knee on his back. He felt a finger tap the back of his head.
“Bang, you’re dead. Now, what did you do wrong here?”
“Uhm, let you kill me?”
Frank got off him, helping him back up to his feet.
“When someone comes at you like that, you got to move, hot shot. Don’t just stand there like a target.”
At Foggy’s blank stare, Frank arranged them again.
“I come at you like this,” Frank moved towards him just like before but much slower. “Let me come, don’t move towards me, let me come into your space. Now, when I’m swinging you want to sidestep. Here, you come at me, I’ll show you.”
Frank took a few steps back and at Frank’s nod, Foggy went at him, Frank neatly moving to the side so that now Foggy was no longer facing him.
“Odds are they come at you swinging so you cut an angle, let their own momentum move them past you. Now you can strike a punch.”
Frank pressed his fist to just below Foggy’s ear.
“This spot here, feel it?”
Foggy nodded.
“You hit this spot hard enough, it’ll take anybody down. So you punch them as hard as you can because you don’t want them getting up. You know how to throw a punch?”
Now that, Foggy did actually know how to do. Matt hadn’t taught him (Foggy hadn’t asked because everybody knew what had happened to Battlin’ Jack Murdock) but Foggy had gotten bored one summer and taken a class in basic boxing. He hadn’t stuck with it but he did remember the lessons. In answer, he took the proper stance, lifted up his hands and made fists the way the instructor had taught him.
Frank nodded approvingly.
“Okay, now I’m going to come at you again, you sidestep then tap me with your fist right where I showed you.”
They did it a few times at the slower pace, Frank correcting his feet, his arms, his body as they went along. He had to do a lot of correcting but he was patient with Foggy, never snapping or getting irritable. A good teacher. A good man, Foggy thought, in the end, a good man.
He knew there were people who wouldn’t agree to that, who would label Frank a bad man, hell, Foggy had been one of them. But he knew now it wasn’t so simple as good versus bad. A good man who did bad things for good reasons. Life in Hell’s Kitchen was all shades of grey, the color gradient getting more muddled with each passing day.
Frank killed bad people and that was against the law. But Foggy had been in the DA’s office, had seen first hand the perversion of the law by the very people who promised to uphold it, had a bullet scar as a souvenir. Had felt his own helplessness against the DA’s office when dealing with Grotto. Foggy, who understood the law, who had a better chance than most to get justice, hadn’t been able to do much in the face of DA Reyes.
And before that, it had been dirty cops and Wilson Fisk and looking back Foggy could laugh at naive he had been. They had cleaned up the police force, gotten all the bad guys and Foggy honestly believed that was the end.
Justice had prevailed, right?
Now, Foggy had an ache in his shoulder as proof as to how far people would go to cover up the truth. A DA, a decorated colonel. The world called them good people and look what they had done. People called Frank a bad man and looked what he accomplished.
When Foggy didn’t move fast enough, Frank swept his legs out from under him, kind enough to follow him down, turning what would have been a hard fall into a controlled drop. Frank still landed on top of him, pressing him to the ground as a warm, solid weight, one arm pressing along his throat with just enough pressure to wordlessly point out how dangerous inattentiveness could be. Foggy swallowed, knew Frank could feel the bob of his adam’s apple against his forearm, sweat beginning to prickle along the edges of his scalp.
It wasn’t that he was afraid or felt threatened; it was just this was probably the most bodily contact Foggy had experienced in over a year.
He stared up at Frank’s face, took in the crooked slope of his nose, the cut of his eyebrows, his absolutely ridiculous ears.
Focus, Foggy, he thought to himself as Frank got off him and they both climbed to their feet.
“You gotta be mean, hot shot. No hesitation. You fight dirty, you hear me? Go for the eyes, the crotch, bite them if you can. Nothing nice about this. Now, try it again.”
By the end, Foggy was sweaty, achy and fairly certain he could feel bruises forming along his ribcage.
It felt good.
*
That night, after easing carefully into bed mindful of his new bruises, Foggy deleted Matt’s number from his cell phone.
Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 6/?, Foggy/Frank
(Anonymous) 2016-04-20 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 6/?, Foggy/Frank
(Anonymous) 2016-04-30 05:24 am (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 6/?, Foggy/Frank
(Anonymous) 2016-04-20 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)Foggy si moving onor eh think he is doing it. I bet things will crash and get messy when Foggy sees Matt for the first time.
Also i feel like Matt and Frank ahd met each other and Frank doesnt wanna tell Foggy because reasons xd
Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 6/?, Foggy/Frank
(Anonymous) 2016-04-30 05:25 am (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 6/?, Foggy/Frank
(Anonymous) 2016-04-20 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)yes self defense lessons with frank
that is fantastic but
oh no at the last sentence
i hope foggy and matt can make up
Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 6/?, Foggy/Frank
(Anonymous) 2016-04-30 05:32 am (UTC)(link)I have it mapped out but if you'd like, I can stop the story before Matt and Foggy have their big blow out and just end with Foggy and Frank together.
I'd post the rest of the story on ao3.
Just let me know!
Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 6/?, Foggy/Frank
(Anonymous) 2016-05-01 02:13 am (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 6/?, Foggy/Frank
(Anonymous) 2016-04-20 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 6/?, Foggy/Frank
(Anonymous) 2016-04-30 05:34 am (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 6/?, Foggy/Frank
(Anonymous) 2016-04-24 10:41 am (UTC)(link)But "Foggy deleted Matt’s number from his cell phone." oh, that breaks my heart. It's like the foundations of the universe wobbled.
Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 6/?, Foggy/Frank
(Anonymous) 2016-04-30 05:35 am (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 6/?, Foggy/Frank
(Anonymous) 2016-04-27 07:11 am (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 6/?, Foggy/Frank
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