Feb. 5th, 2024

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Sais and Butter Knives (Elektra/Elektra | PG13 | 9,212 words): When Elektra is resurrected as the Black Sky, she comes back as two people. This is an interesting exploration of Elektra and her desires and the different aspects of her, and I like that it gives her space to be her own person.

Excerpt:
"Who am I?"

She returns to the mirror as she asks that question. She asks Elektra's scars as if they can tell her. They can't. She doesn't recognise herself. She doesn't know Elektra and she doesn't know the Black Sky.

She wants to know Elektra. She wants to know why she doesn't need her anymore. Elektra knows things. She knows who she is. Not the Black Sky, but… someone. How can she find Elektra? Alexandra won't tell her.
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I Now Pronounce You idiots in Love (Foggy/Matt | NC17 | 31,940 words | sequel is Rose-Colored Boy): Foggy invites Matt to be his plus-one at a wedding in the hopes of repairing their relationship after Foggy learns about Daredevil. This is a wonderful fic that's sweet and full of pining and a bit of angst as Foggy and Matt try to reconnect.

Excerpt:
Matt rolled his eyes a little and relaxed into the seat, playing with the handle on the side until it was angled right. He had never been on this long of a car ride, but he assumed that he should get comfortable. He regretted not bringing a book or work to do.

"Let's take Jesus off the dashboard, got enough on his mind…" Foggy sang. He had a nice voice and projected well – probably from being a theater kid. Actually, being a theater kid probably explained a lot about Foggy. Like, his ability to ham it up in the courtroom and his rose-colored romantic streak.

"I invited you because I wanted to." Foggy said, interrupting his own singing. He turned down the radio.

That brought Matt out of his thoughts. "What?"

"You asked me if I brought you along to be car DJ." Foggy said. "I'm telling you that I invited you because I wanted to. You've been stewing on it for a while, I can tell."

Because I wanted to. That bounced around Matt's head. It was something. Something a little more than fuck you for lying to me all these years. Was it a line? A line to where they could get back to where they were? Matt wasn't sure yet and before he could ask about it, Foggy had turned the music back up and started to sing again. "Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City. Never was there ever a girl so pretty."

Matt fiddled with the CD case zipper and turned his head towards the window. The world on fire that his mind’s eye built out of his heightened sense zoomed by.
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Stories to Tell in the Void (Matt, Foggy/Matt | G | 15,528 words): Matt messes with a wizard and ends up in avoid along with three other versions of himself. This is delightful. The characterization of each Matt is great. There's humor and fun and bonding, and it's all wonderful.

Excerpt:
"'Kay. Well, you live and you learn. We're going to need to assign names. I'm not calling all of you Matt."

"I'll be Murdock,” the angry one decided, as if he could just call dibs.

"Aye, just swipe it from the rest of us," the Irish one snarked dryly, echoing Matt's thoughts, "we don't mind a bit."

"If you wanted it, you should have spoken up," the self-declared Murdock said.

"No," Matt scoffed. "That's too confusing. Do you have… I don't know. A job title?"

"I'm a lawyer," he replied, unimpressed.

"Same," the man across from him said.

"What manner of accent is that?" groused the Irish one. "It's no English I've heard in the wide world, nor foreign tongue."

"I'm going to assume this guy's from like, out of time," the man across from him decided. "What with all the prose and… such."