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coprime_recs) wrote2023-08-15 11:03 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2023-08-15 11:03 pm
Daredevil: When Your Arms Are Too Weary by poisonivory
When Your Arms Are Too Weary (Foggy/Matt | PG13 | 15,768 words): An angels and demons arranged marriage AU. This is just lots of fun. There's tons of pining and sweetness and angst, making for a delicious read.
Excerpt:
"Do you want me to pick something up for you?" he asks.
Now Matt looks up, though not really at Foggy, and he looks genuinely startled. "Why?"
"Uh, because breakfast is the most important meal of the day and I don't want you fainting away in class?" Foggy says, trying for a jovial tone. "You gotta eat, buddy. I'm not totally sure how the demon thing works but the angel thing definitely doesn't give me the power to skip meals." He pauses. "You…do eat regular food, right? I saw you eating an apple the other day, although maybe that was just for the symbolism."
Something like a laugh escapes from Matt before he can stop himself, and Foggy wants to punch the air in triumph. "No. For the vitamin C."
There's a brief beat, an awkward half-step of silence before Matt says, "You really don't have to get me anything," at the same time Foggy says, "Come with me."
Matt's ears go red. "I don't want to impose."
Might as well call out the elephant in the room, if he's gonna sit there all gray and humongous like that. "We're married," Foggy says. "Presumably for life, it didn't sound like divorce was on the table. Having breakfast with you for fifteen minutes is not an imposition." He shrugs one shoulder. Matt might be touchy about this, and probably a little homophobic, but… "Besides, it'd be nice to get to know you. I'm not saying this is going to be a love for the ages or anything, but we might as well be friends, don't you think?"
Matt makes the same strange, crumply face he made when Foggy called him "buddy," as if he can’t figure out what the right expression would be. He doesn't say anything for a long moment, and Foggy's just about to backpedal and flee when Matt takes the earbud out.
Excerpt:
"Do you want me to pick something up for you?" he asks.
Now Matt looks up, though not really at Foggy, and he looks genuinely startled. "Why?"
"Uh, because breakfast is the most important meal of the day and I don't want you fainting away in class?" Foggy says, trying for a jovial tone. "You gotta eat, buddy. I'm not totally sure how the demon thing works but the angel thing definitely doesn't give me the power to skip meals." He pauses. "You…do eat regular food, right? I saw you eating an apple the other day, although maybe that was just for the symbolism."
Something like a laugh escapes from Matt before he can stop himself, and Foggy wants to punch the air in triumph. "No. For the vitamin C."
There's a brief beat, an awkward half-step of silence before Matt says, "You really don't have to get me anything," at the same time Foggy says, "Come with me."
Matt's ears go red. "I don't want to impose."
Might as well call out the elephant in the room, if he's gonna sit there all gray and humongous like that. "We're married," Foggy says. "Presumably for life, it didn't sound like divorce was on the table. Having breakfast with you for fifteen minutes is not an imposition." He shrugs one shoulder. Matt might be touchy about this, and probably a little homophobic, but… "Besides, it'd be nice to get to know you. I'm not saying this is going to be a love for the ages or anything, but we might as well be friends, don't you think?"
Matt makes the same strange, crumply face he made when Foggy called him "buddy," as if he can’t figure out what the right expression would be. He doesn't say anything for a long moment, and Foggy's just about to backpedal and flee when Matt takes the earbud out.