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coprime_recs) wrote2024-01-11 10:43 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2024-01-11 10:43 pm
Xover (Daredevil/Marvel Universe): Through the Looking Glass by 94BottlesOfSnapple
Through the Looking Glass (Foggy/Matt | PG13 | 39,935 words): Foggy and Matt from the comics end up in the world of Foggy and Matt from TV; it turns out that comics Matt is in love with his Foggy and TV Foggy is in love with his Matt. This is brilliant. Brilliant characterization, brilliant emotions, brilliant humor and angst and love.
Excerpt:
"There, see?" he says. "They're not such bad guys."
"They smell wrong," Matt insists stubbornly.
Nonetheless, he picks up a sandwich and bites into it. True, his chewing is moody and petulant, but what matters is that he's eating at all. Foggy retreats to the doorway of the kitchen with his older double, satisfied.
Of course, with two Matts in the room, the peace only lasts another five seconds.
"You're no bouquet of roses yourself, pal," mutters Ginger Matt.
One comment and the two of them devolve into childish sniping at each other. Foggy wonders if it's because they're too alike or if it's just because Matt is a contrary, antisocial duck.
"Really?" he says when the arguing hasn't abated after several minutes, and it looks like his double agrees by the way he's pinching the bridge of his nose. "And can you please take off that mask, Matt? I cannot take you seriously."
For about ten seconds, Matt's lips are pressed together in his typical stubborn 'Foggy is right but I don't want to admit it' expression. But in the end he does slide the black cloth up off his face and toss it aside – revealing sweaty, ruffled hair and a very grumpy tilt to his eyebrows. Other Foggy's breath catches. Which, like. Same. Foggy gets that. So much.
Excerpt:
"There, see?" he says. "They're not such bad guys."
"They smell wrong," Matt insists stubbornly.
Nonetheless, he picks up a sandwich and bites into it. True, his chewing is moody and petulant, but what matters is that he's eating at all. Foggy retreats to the doorway of the kitchen with his older double, satisfied.
Of course, with two Matts in the room, the peace only lasts another five seconds.
"You're no bouquet of roses yourself, pal," mutters Ginger Matt.
One comment and the two of them devolve into childish sniping at each other. Foggy wonders if it's because they're too alike or if it's just because Matt is a contrary, antisocial duck.
"Really?" he says when the arguing hasn't abated after several minutes, and it looks like his double agrees by the way he's pinching the bridge of his nose. "And can you please take off that mask, Matt? I cannot take you seriously."
For about ten seconds, Matt's lips are pressed together in his typical stubborn 'Foggy is right but I don't want to admit it' expression. But in the end he does slide the black cloth up off his face and toss it aside – revealing sweaty, ruffled hair and a very grumpy tilt to his eyebrows. Other Foggy's breath catches. Which, like. Same. Foggy gets that. So much.