Let the devil out.
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Let the devil out.

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“They always called it ‘falling’, like it was inevitable, like his insides would swoop and the ground would give beneath his feet. Falling, because maybe it would feel a little like flying too, in a sudden, exhilarating, terrifying way. Falling and not know if he would ever land, or who he’d be when he would.
Foggy had never understood why until right now.”
For this fiction that I love so much
The Leap by @wawaluxthings
I’ve been staring at these all day and honestly, I still don’t have the words… Can someone explain how I’m supposed to survive these?!
@kutpot, your art is mesmerising. Your talent is beyond…it takes my breath away. Yes. Literally. You take my breath away. And if me writing means you’ll make more of these…then I’ll never stop.
A thank you is always too humble, but it’s all I’ve got. Thank you. 🥹
"Hey, Matt..."
this!!
Hiii I don't have an ao3 account but i just wanna tell you how much i love your writing and how happy I was to see that the leap got updated today :))
THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF.
Thank you anon ❤️
pssst - The leap updated 😉
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63775234/chapters/170263285
There's so much I want to say If you let me.

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The leap - Chapter 8 now up
“Claire,” he starts, but there’s not enough space for words. One exhale sends him one step away from them.
Matt takes a breath, holds it like a lungful of smoke, then: “Please,” he exhales. He begs.
“Matt, I could kill you.”
Matt closes his eyes. If he needs to say goodbye, if this is it, then—
He tips his ear, just a fraction, to the other side. Searches for that internal cacophony that he’s weaved into a home. A heartbeat that sounds as warm as the sun.
“I trust you.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63775234/chapters/167589175
I don't know what to say anymore. They killed it, they really killed it. They wanted to kill Foggy and instead, they shot the fandom in the heart. All is left is a few of us, singing the song of mourning.
The leap, Chapter 7
Thoughts drain out of him, spatter at his feet with water and blood.
It’s like he is still drowning, oxygen can’t make it past the river in his lungs. His thoughts float, adrift.
Then, a voice.
“Where’s Matt?”
At first Matt thinks he is dreaming.
“What’ve you done to him?”
Foggy?
His legs hit a solid wall of nothing. Matt takes the next step with his whole body.
Foggy?
The echoes of Foggy’s whisky-soured smell rebound in each parallel universe, every time in a difference cadence, a tannin of relief.
Foggy. Foggy.
Safe.
Matt feels the hand as it cuts each one of his strings. Snip, snip, snip.
He falls like a puppet but is gone before he hits the ground.
Matt is breaking. Foggy shatters with him.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63775234/chapters/167486179
“Foggy’s thumb? Foggy’s hand? Matt’s heart leaps at the thought… but Matt can’t know, he can’t tell, in this funny funny dream, what the difference is between wishes and reality.”
It’s a funny thing to leave a fandom behind and then come back. I wasn’t sure I would. Best part is, it wasn’t Daredevil coming back that made me step into the writing ring again — it was you. About a year ago, I felt like I’d been missing a part of myself, and this story came pouring out.
I know things have changed. I'm mostly walking into a room full of strangers. But — I guess this is my way of saying hi. I'm wawalux. And if you're still here... well, you're my hero.
📖 Chapter 6 now up: hurt, heat, helplessness. And Foggy, always Foggy.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63775234/chapters/163520413
I wish you knew that I'm still here.
I'm still waiting for you to save me.
Waiting for your acts of mercy.
Every time I look at that door, I see you coming.
And I see you in the dark alleys of the same street where my life stopped.
There's an empty space in my arms… it's so cold without you here.
I think you'll be here any moment, but I'm getting tired...
I'm still waiting. I'm still waiting for you.
I'm afraid you've forgotten me
Let the devil out.

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A redraw of something I drew a few years ago
They killed Foggy. I didn’t let them.
“Foggy’s brain runs in overdrive, each sensation a million overlapping details that fail to anchor him in place. It may be the beer, but Foggy is pretty sure that he is at least partly floating right now. He wants Matt’s touch to brand his skin, he wants it to tattoo his memory.”
Matt breaks. Foggy stays. (He always does.)
The leap
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 5….
“Close your eyes,” Matt instructs, “no point in both of us being blind.”
Foggy chuckles but it doesn’t come out right.
His eyes slip shut and shit, dark is worse. Boy is darkness so much worse. Before this moment, Foggy probably would have bet his life that there couldn’t possibly be anything worse than feeling Matt’s breath fan his face, the startling heat as inviting as a summer breeze, to have to watch his lips part and his tongue dart out to wet them in a way that is so inviting that Foggy’s longing turns into something solid and heavy in his chest.
Darkness zings at Matt’s proximity. Anticipation builds in static zaps that tease the unkempt stubble on Foggy’s neck. Foggy wants to peek, just squint and find a way to calculate the trajectory of Matt’s fingers. Maybe if he can warn his skin he will be able to stop the blush that is rising to meet Matt’s grubby mitts.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63775234/chapters/163520413
I’m with you. For better or worse
Let them be happy. Is that too much to ask?

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“Hey Matt, Mr Moralez called to move his -”
Matt notices it, the moment that Foggy’s eyes look up from the piece of paper – Foggy’s heart glugs, stops and then picks up triple time. His lungs squeeze in protest at his next inhale. The bitter notes of Foggy’s panic flood Matt’s tongue.
“Jesus,” says Foggy.
It’s the concern that hits Matt the hardest. A mix of sweet and too sour, it wraps Matt like a lullaby, fever-warm and cloying. It covers his skin in chills even as he leans towards it, just an inch.
I’m sorry, he wants to say. It comes out as a mumble. It comes out as a punch.
“M’fine” Matt croaks before his head hits the desk.
The sharp zap of sulfur and potassium chlorate creates a spark that narrows the world on fire to the flame undulating boldly on a single birthday candle. Matt’s perception shrinks to an orb, a universe contained in the shadows of Foggy’s expectant smile.
“Make a wish, Matty.”
What does he want?
He blows, chest trembling, and the flame bends like an arrow before turning to smoke.
Chapter 4 out now...
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63775234/chapters/163520413