#it has a happy ending

[cannot-commit-to-reality]

Daredevil fanfic

Spoilers for Born Again, set sometime close to the end, it's kind of amiguous. Apologies for any punctuation errors; I wrote it in a sleep-deprived frenzy!

You can read it on ao3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65197591

Summary:

Foggy faked his death to continue the case against Vanessa; now he's finally back. Matt's POV, 1.3k words. Matt/Foggy if you squint, can be read platonically!

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Matt sighed as he made his way up to his apartment. It had been a long day at the firm, and he had been distracted—he knew that. It’s just that—no, he hadn't seen anything because there was nothing to see. He was blind, after all. That joke had never been funny, but Matt needed anything he could come up with to deter his racing thoughts. 

He was turning the key in the lock when he heard it—a heartbeat. 

He slowly pushed the door open, ready for a fight. But as he listened to it beat, the world seemed to freeze.

He knew that heartbeat. He’d memorised it, years ago. Matt Murdock would know that heartbeat anywhere, could always recognise it in a crowd. He’d spent nights listening to that heartbeat, anchoring himself to it. It was a heart that hadn't beat in a long time. 

“Matt?” 

He heard the door creak shut behind him. he felt as though he was on autopilot, as he stepped toward the sound. That voice. The voice he’d grown used to hearing every single day. The voice that had first greeted him in college, years ago. The voice whose last words had haunted him for the past year. 

“Matt? Um. It's me. it's-“

Matt felt like his body might be shutting down. Every sound in the world was silenced, leaving only their heartbeats. And that voice.

“… it's Foggy-”

Matt's world collapsed in on itself. 

“Matty I’m so sorry, fuck I know it- I know how it feels, but you have to understand, I had to do it-“ he faltered. 

A black hole had opened in Matt's living room.

“I couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t talk to you, I know that sounds terrible, but I just- fuck, Matt, I wanted to! If you believe anything, believe that I wanted to tell you! I wanted you to know, it fucking destroyed me, I-“ Foggy fidgeted nervously. 

The black hole was growing, swallowing everything. Matt felt as though he would fall into it. 

“It wouldn't work if you knew.” Foggy seemed to be overcome with guilt. Matt couldn't be sure. The world was barely a whisper to him. His brain was shutting down. His heart felt as though it would soon follow.

“And uh. Karen knows. I’m sorry! - She didn't know while it was happening, though, her reaction was genuine, had to be genuine, had to sell it…” he trailed off.

Matt knew he was shaking, but he wasn't in control of his own body at the moment. 

“I- I- I only told her after, it was safe because she wouldn’t see you, I -you couldn’t know I was alive; it would have ruined the whole operation. and God, I know how that sounds, but we had it all planned out and- and-“ he faltered. 

Matt knew the shock showed on his face when Foggy had said ‘we’. other people knew. everyone knew, they lied to him, they all lied to him How could they lie to him? his heart must be stopping. 

“It wasn't many people! Just a couple, right, the-the ones who took me away. You know the case I was working on? Of course you do, I know you figured it out. I knew Vanessa was going to take a shot at me, it was the only way I could keep working it, she had to think she got me.” 

The silence was deafening. 

“It- stop me if you don't want to hear it, but you deserve an explanation, Matt. It was carefully placed blood bags, a bulletproof vest, and a well-timed injection. Yeah. Uh. When I went outside. To take that call. That's uh. Yeah. The drug slowed my heart down enough that even your fucking super senses couldn’t detect it.” Foggy murmured on. he didn’t seem to be able to stop. 

“After they uh. Pronounced me dead, went back to work on the case. It's done. Out of my hands now. We’re gonna get them, Matt. With the system! Listen, I know it hasn't worked before, but it could this time, once this gets out, it's gonna make a difference!”

Matt thought he might have stopped breathing. The only sensation he was aware of was the tears in his eyes and the involuntary tremor in his hands.

“-and I didn’t tell you, because I didn’t want to give you a reason.” Any strength Foggy had left in his voice had vanished. 

“I’m sorry, Matt. I’m so fucking sorry I left you. I know you think everyone in your life leaves you, and despite my promises, I did too. I don't know if I can ever make up for that. But I can tell you that I’ll never leave you, buddy, not again.” Was his voice about to break? Why was Foggy upset? Matt was the one trying to prevent his entire world from collapsing and allowing that black hole to consume him.

“Unless, uh” Foggy stuttered on, “unless you, understandably, want nothing to do with me, in which case I’ll uh, show myself out.” He coughed, awkwardly. 

Matt knew he should say something. React. But the tears behind his eyes were dangerously close to escaping, and he really didn't want Foggy to see him reduced to a sobbing mess. Despite the strength of his willpower, Matt knew his lip was trembling, his hands were shaking, and his voice would surely break if he tried to speak. 

“Matt?” The black hole was tearing him apart. Each word Foggy spoke ripped through his chest.

“Matt, say something, please.” Foggy sounded desperate. Why was Foggy desperate? Matt was always the desperate one. He was crying now, felt hot tears rolling down his cheeks. 

“Matty, you're scaring me, please, say something! Yell at me, punch me, just, please!” Foggy cried out.

Matt flinched as he heard Foggy take a step forward, felt careful hands remove his dark glasses. His mask. His safety. Now Foggy could see him, pathetic, broken, crying. 

“You’re. You’re- real?” He managed to whisper.

“Oh. Oh, Matty. I’m real. I’m real, I promise.”

The black hole tore him apart from the inside out. 

He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. A single touch, that was all it took for the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen to collapse forward into Foggy's waiting arms, letting the sobs tear through his body. He felt as though he were being ripped apart, the pain in his chest was unbearable. 

“Hey, hey, Matty, it's ok, you’re ok.” Foggy’s arms tightened around him. “I’ve got you.”

“I’m here.”

I’m here. Foggy was here. Foggy hadn’t abandoned him, he was here. He was safe.

Slowly, his sobs faded, and the tear in his chest seemed to shrink. Matt’s world seemed to come back, still shaky, but no longer collapsing. He listened to Foggy’s breathing, matching his own to it. Everything would be ok. Foggy was here now.

And Matt was exhausted. With all the repressed emotion of the past year, and the explosion of the past hour, Matt suddenly felt he could barely stand.

“You uh, wanna sit down?” He muttered. “We could watch that, uh, that movie you wanted to see? I downloaded it but I-“ his voice trembled.

“I didn’t want to watch it without you.” He finished meekly.

Foggy wrapped a gentle arm around him.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to.” Foggy was smiling now. Matt felt himself mirror the expression; he couldn’t help it.

And suddenly they were 20 again, ordering a pizza and watching a movie, Foggy narrating absolutely everything, giving a constant commentary, and Matt. Matt just listened. He listened to the spark in Foggy’s voice, describing the special effects. Listened to his best friend’s heartbeat. Soft and steady.

The year of pain, fear, and grief seemed to be nothing anymore. Because Foggy was back, and Matt was no longer alone in this world. Sure, they’d talk about it later, that was inevitable. But for now, they could just act like old times. He’d long since zoned out the sounds of the movie, but he knew Foggy was muttering something in his direction. Something about lazy writing.

He smiled to himself.

Foggy’s back. 

[sillylittlecharacters]

I'm finally baaaack!! And I'm here to staayyy!!

(〜^∇^)〜 Be afraaiiiiddd!!! (〜^∇^)〜

Just to give a little perspective on what I'm working on: The next chapter of Previous Engagements will be published on the 18th, to give me some time to work up to a weekly publishing schedule!! Maybe. Hopefully. In an ideal world.

(For reference of those who have no clue what Engagements have been Previoused, it's my Post-Canon Isabeau Family Reunion Fic filled with fun found family banter; designs for Isa's not so fun biological family; terrible coping mechanisms and even worse puns. It's a good time!!)

First Impressions and Other Miracles recently hit 4k!! insane!!! I'll be doing a 'directors commentary' on each chapter to celebrate in the next coming weeks, filled with insights, snippets from the first drafts and mushy fee-fees and ling-lings for my first finished fic!! So watch this space...

(For those not in the know either, First Impressions is a pre-canon fic for how the party first met! Expect rain sandwiches, worldbuilding, and juuuuust enough Isafrin to make it a tag. cause I can't help myself.)

And in terms for the future. Well.

Let's just say I'm waiting for The Perfect Moment to write it.

[bean-writes]

Banana Fish - I Won't Go Back

~THE FINAL CHAPTER~

Yeah, there's actually no quote or snippet from the final chapter that I can put in here without spoilers. So here's some random Banana Fish GIFs to pull on your heartstrings.

Banana Fish - I Won't Go Back

Griff swore to get to the bottom of Max Lobo's mysterious death. But when Griffin turns up dead in his apartment after discovering something that will bring down Dino's empire, the quest for revenge is passed to his brother Ash, the leader of a rival gang. Things get interesting when Ash discovers that Griffin's key to bringing down Dino's empire is 19-year-old Eiji Okumura, a Japanese boy who was Dino's slave. Now they team up to bring down the corrupt gang leader and destroy the dangerous drug Banana Fish.

[Ao3 and FFN]

[new-berry]

Bigger but with awful watermark:

[acowardinmordor]

Steve is late to meet up Eddie for their first date at the carnival for the fourth of July. He goes to find him, and waits outside the mall, not sure what will happen next.

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Hi. Edited and expanded and still have no idea how to tag or define this thing.

[butterflyscribbles]

Taking shifts❤️💙🧡

[abandoned-quiche]

I LOVE ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS BTW. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR HATE FOR THEM ON MY POST

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike and Vanessa swapped vibes,,

[exhausted-undead]

have Mel in her twenties! very roughly inspired by a rococo painting I saw a while back

[snidy]

a jayce without a viktor, a viktor without a jayce. a comic about two failstates in the post-canon of s2. here’s 4/8 pages. i’ll be back with the other 4 :)

[egophiliac]

2025 is the year of the DRAGON SLIPPERS

[weinersnarf]

Yorha android Miku, aka 39B

This drawing is the singular reason I have failed inktober. HOW could I concentrate on anything but this?? She has consumed me I fear

(Yes her sword is a leek version of Virtuous Contract. YES she is standing on a pile of leeks. YES I felt the leeks were too important to only mention in the tags.)

[star-scroll]

Dannymay Day 6: Transformation

Background Reference: S1Ep18 Life Lessons, 11:07

[lupinflowrs]

silco finds the letter (also family nap time bc. i said so)

[lexus-k4]

"Nu-uh"

"... The fuck you mean nu-uh?!?!"

- - - - - - DP X DC IDEA/PROMPT

Danny- minding his own business as the ghost king looking to be in his mid twenties, despite being a good enough age to be considered an elderly of elderly civilians, because his status as a half a made him stop ageing physically when he reached his mid 20's. Now out grew his friends and families, and only has Dante(evil reformed Danny) and Ellie(Danielle, the clone) left as family. Also part one of the first hero's to ever exist before the JL even formed and before Batman and what not. And Vlad turned out not to be a half a just a human who was slowly turning more and more liminal till he died eventually too, he did have a longer life though.

Also Danny- reached his limit of being able to keep his sanity and live in Amity, so decidedly going on a world wide tour with Dan(Dante) and Ellie to visit all sorts of places. And also decidedly, staying in some places for a good few years because of their love for the place and finding something new to keep themselves sain.

Also, Also Danny- An extreme polyglot with his two only siblings left, who have the most widest and randonest set of skills from all of the world.

Dante- finding out he has a love for the arts, like painting, photography and fashion and is talented at them, but keeps the tough guy act out of habit and weirdness if he suddenly starts acting friendly.

Danielle- finding out her passion is for sports and sciences. Has the ability to apply for the Olympics in a few of her favourite sports but doesn't to not draw attention and has a masters in civil and mechanical engineering.

All three of them- a good amount of decades have passed after jazz and their friends died of natural causes (old age) and explored more of the world than one person can do in a life time, of course not paying for travel fees and taking advantage of their smarts to make fake identities, work and living visas and so on.

In gotham: Tim and Duke looking into a missing persons report filed for three siblings, for a certain super- superhero, because he is currently off world and bats left it to them.

Duke: uhhh, Tim?

Tim busy looking at his phone doom scrolling waiting for facial recognition to finish loading: hmm?

Duke: what did you say the siblings names were again?

Tim: uhh. Registered as Dante, Daniel and Danielle- Wise, born in California moved to metropolis when they gained emancipation from their parents Jacqueline and Malcom Wise because of neglect who died when the youngest child turned 20, 5 years after their emancipation. Why?

Duke: .... Uhh, well. I don't know what's happening, but the face rec is done. And. Well... There is like a 100 different results. All the same face and first names just different surnames and different origins on nationality?

Tim finally looking up: huh?

Tim and Duke doing more research.

Tim: okay. So what have we got so far?

Duke: we know that their names are most likely Dante, Daniel and Danielle, they each have about 5 different identities each. All following a similar story of either dead parents, emancipation, orphans or something to excuse guardianships. All three are extremely smart AND talented- which might I add is unfair- but all that spans across every identity. The only identity that is inconsistent is the one dated back to being , possibly their original identities as Fentons, the children of The DR's. Fenton. Who died a good long time ago along with their oldest daughter Jazzmin Fenton.

Tim: okay... So... Immortals maybe?

Dake: maybe? We need to tell Bruce. And Clark.

Tim and Duke- reporting their findings to Bruce and Clark respectively. Continuing their search when suddenly getting a ping that there is a new identity under the similar faces.

The 3 siblings in gotham:

Danny: okay. So. New life. What are the plans?

Dan: I'mma work in Fashion. Make some money. And a photography gig on the side.

Ellie: I'mma apply for gotham U. I hear they have a great stem coars and excellent sports facilities. And I saw a cute cat cafe down the street, might apply to work there.

Danny: okay, okay. Solid. I might go for gotham U too. Probably gonna try the Aerospace engineering coarse, I hear gotham has great engineering classes and the sylibus has updated since I last checked. And might apply for work at a enrichment center. Been meaning to get some more exercise lately.

Dan: okay. Ellie, what's the status on money?

Ellie: still got money left over from the inheritance from Vlad and our parents. Like, I mean, they got a lot from their patents. And they had a lot of them too. Besides we keep applying for jobs so we keep earning too.

Danny: okay then. Here's to our new life as Nightingales.

Some times in the future after Tim and Duke got some of the Bat family involved and tracked down the siblings. Who quite obviously could tell they were there, cornering them on a roof.

Red Robin: so. The Nightingales. Mind telling us why you guys have about 6 different identities?

Signal: first your children of doctors. Then your British, then your from the baltics with a english mother. The list goes on.

Ellie: I don't know what your talking about but that ain't us. We're just 3 orphaned kids who are living quite well in life and-

RedHood: orphaned or without a guardian like the other 5 times, and have degrees in God knows how many subjects.

Dan: ... (Whisper shouting) I told you we should've changed the story. And out looks.

Batman: look, we don't want trouble, we just wanna talk. And maybe we can figure out something so that-

Danny devoid of sleep because he developed an addiction to the coffee from the place Ellie now works at: NU-UH!

Stunned silence.

Dan and Ellie holding laughter in.

Nightwing snickering in the back with RedHood turning away trying to calm down and not laugh.

Oracle listening in: The fuck does he Mean 'NU-UH'?!?!

Batman just tired from all this shit:the fuck you mean Nu-uh?!

Danny crossing his arms pulling a face and changing his voice to 'duh' sound: Nu-uh.

Shenanigans ensue with all the bats and birds in either stunned silence or uncontrollable laughter. Dan and Ellie recovering in half laughs dragging Danny away and escaping the scene.

They get chaced down almost every other night by the bats and birds, finding one way or another to get the word 'Nu-uh' in before Batman can even speak.

---

Batman: look, er just want to-

Dan, Danny and Ellie pulling out a sign from seemingly nowhere whith the word 'Nu-uh' written in bold colourful bubble writing on it. Then escaping after handing it to Batman.

---

Nightwing: please. We just want to talk-

The 3 siblings stood Silently listening.

Nightwing: I... Huh?

Dan: go on. We're listening.

Nightwing: but... I... Where is....

Radhood: what this birdbrain is trying to say, is, are you not gonna find a way to say your catchphrase before disappearing?

Ellie: nah. We ran out of unique ideas on how to deliver the message. The glitter bomb was my favorite.

Dan: the paint bomb was mine.

Danny: I'm still embarrassed at the fact that that was what my sleep deprived brain said. But the writing with knocked out criminals was my favorite.

Dan: heh, that was my idea.

Ellie: the glitter and paint was my idea.

RedHood: holy fuck... I guess we should just be glad their not villains.... If they were wed be doomed...

Dan: uhh.... Wellll.....

Signal: what's that meant to mean. Your not villains. Right? Please. Don't tell me you are. Why. God why can things just be simple. FOR ONCE! PLEASE!

Ellie: no. Not villains. Not really. But Dan, is a reformed villain. But that was like. Decades ago. So your fine.

Dan: besides. I only became evil because my mind got infected by a creepy old fruit loop.

Danny, Ellie and Dan all simultaneously shivering in disgust: ugh...

. . .

Red Robin: ... I'm too tired for this. I need a coffee...

. . .

Batman: how would you kids like to live in a mansion? Or maybe become vigilantes?

All the bats and birds other than Batman groan simultaneously with some muttering about adoption obsessions.

Dan:...

Danny:...

Ellie:...

. . .

Dan: FRUITLOOP!

Danny: FRUITLOOP!

Ellie: FRUITLOOP!

[business-as-usual-bats]

Damian: Todd, the whole family has been summoned, you must-

Jason: I don't have to do shit. Go to hell.

Damian: -tt- I, for one, am not surprised, I will inform the others of your cowardice.

Jason: yeah, yeah. The family disappointment per usual. I'll go back "home" when Alfred calls me himself. Now fuck off, I have a criminal empire to run.

Damian: If you care, it is Drake who called the meeting, not father.

Jason, hesitating: Yeah, well, he knows how I feel. Whatever. We can fight it out later if he's pissed.

Damian: I will waste no more precious air on a buffoon such as you *disappears*

Later

Damian: Drake, as duty I must inform you that Todd will not be here tonight. He is far too home-phobic presently.

Tim, freezes in place, because he called the family meeting so he could come out as bisexual and actively dating a man: You mean homophobic?

Damian, rolling his eyes: if that is the proper terminology, yes

Tim: what, uh, what else- I mean, did he say anything else?

Damian: the typical drivel. "Go to hell" "Family disappointment per usual" He said if you don't approve of his decision, to challenge him in battle.

Tim: he... wow. I didn't think he'd...

Tim: Holy shit. Wait. Does that mean, do you- you know why I called the meeting? You know? Who else knows? Does everyone know?

Damian: imbecile. If everyone knew, then what would be the point of the meeting?

Tim: right. Stupid question. How do you feel about it?

Damian, thinking Tim asked his opinion on Jason's decision to avoid the family: -tt- Father and Grayson will be disappointed but not surprised. Gordon will be silently annoyed. Pennyworth might share sympathy but no doubt conceals his true opinions on the matter. Cain and Brown will shrug it off. Thomas might not care, but he is rather unpredictable. It is of little consequence.

Tim: okay. And... and you?

Damian: why should I care? We make our choices and must live with the consequences. I do not pretend to understand as I would never choose to estrange myself from father, or otherwise actively ruin the bonds I spent so many years forging simply to preserve my own comfort.

Tim: estranged??

Damian: I presume that is the goal. That or torture father with guilt and grief for eternity.

Tim: d- don't you think that's a little dramatic?

Damian: indeed. Grayson would claim it would 'tear the family apart' or such nonsense. I am the only sensible one in this useless household.

Tim: well, thank you for... debriefing me on the situation, Damian.

Damian: -tt- try not to waste our time more than necessary in the meeting tonight, Drake. *leaves*

Tim:

Tim: this is red robin on coms line 12, repeat, this is red robin on coms line 12

Tim: The meeting scheduled for tonight is cancelled. False alarm. I'll send updates if anything changes. And I'm

Tim:

Tim: i have some business to address these next few weeks. Going low contact. Red Robin out.

Tim:

Tim: *starts crying*