Star Trek TNG: Descent by malinaldarose

Descent (Deanna/Will | G | 7,007 words): Deanna and Will travel to Betazed to participate in a betrothal ceremony. This is fun like an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation is. There's neat worldbuilding for Betazed, Lwaxana's interactions with Will and Deanna are delightful, and I enjoyed reading about Deanna working to solve the plot.

Excerpt:
Lwaxana put her cup down. "Oh, don't worry, William. You're not expected to be naked at this ceremony, so you have plenty of time to get buffed up before the actual wedding."

"Mother!"

"Oh, please, Deanna. You know that's what he was thinking as well as I do. It's what all men think. Except Deltans and Orions. They're far too busy chasing after their own women to worry about other cultures. And you don't need to worry about a diet, my dear. He likes you just the way you are."

"Mother!" Deanna said, again.

"Well, he does. And you should be grateful for it."

"The ceremony, Mother," Deanna reminded her.

"Oh, yes. It's really very simple, Wiliam. Basically, it's just a petition to the gods to allow the two of you to mate and and bear strong children. It's a very old and very outdated tradition," she said critically. "Still, one should not fly too often in the face of tradition."

"Besides," Deanna added, "it gives you a chance to haul out the Sacred Chalice and the Holy Rings." She turned to Riker. "The original function of the daughters of the Fifth House was as high priestesses. Which explains why Mother keeps sacred relics of Betazed's past in a closet."

Lwaxana shrugged. "As you yourself once observed, Little One, the Sacred Chalice is just a moldy old clay pot, and it doesn't go well with the decor."

Daredevil: Daredevil is Into Me (Sexually) by BlueBioluminescence & Stirfbot

Daredevil is Into Me (Sexually) (Foggy/Matt | R | 15,622 words): When someone catches Daredevil meeting with Foggy and then the police ask Foggy why, Foggy panics with his answer. This is delightfully fun. All of the dialogue is aces, and Foggy and Matt are so comfortable in each other's space in a way that speaks of long-term intimacy, which is what I love for them. It's one of those fics where I'm grinning the whole time I'm reading it.

Excerpt:
Matt disappears into the bedroom and comes out a little while later wearing reinforced leather, hair disheveled and mask in hand.

"You creak when you walk," Foggy points out.

Matt bounces on his knees a little and smiles as the costume squeaks. "Needs to warm up."

"Well come here, then," Foggy says, pushing himself up from the couch and holding his arms open.

Matt shuffles closer, chin tilted up and eyes crinkled. He leans into Foggy, solid and heavy, and Foggy pulls him even closer. "Sorry," Foggy whispers as Matt's arms snake around his back, "I know you do this like, all the time, and I'm being dramatic."

"Don't be sorry," Matt says, swaying them a little. "It's kinda nice."

Foggy drags his cheek up to rest against Matt's temple. "Hugs?"

"Just… someone. Here. That cares."

Foggy sighs. "You're such a fucking orphan."

Matt snorts, his head falling back, and grins at the ceiling. "Dick."