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coprime_recs) wrote2024-01-17 01:43 am
coprime_recs) wrote2024-01-17 01:43 am
Daredevil: Whichever you are, i love you by bbuckyy
Whichever you are, i love you (Foggy/Matt | PG13 | 7,029 words): Matt wakes up looking like a demon; Foggy helps him. This is a really sweet fic with Foggy helping Matt to accept the changes he's undergone.
Excerpt:
Matt nodded and turned his head away. "I didn't know– I only know what I can feel. I–" Matt wheezed out a terrified breath and forced himself to ask, "What does it look like, Foggy?"
Ready to do something he was more used to, Foggy cleared his throat and straightened his back the littlest bit. "Um, your– the horns are dark gray. And so are your fingers. From the second knuckle down, like they're covered in… coal dust, or something. And the tail–" Foggy's voice broke and he gulped down a breath. "The tail is kind of dark red."
Matt struggled to hold back tears and licked his lips. Foggy gasped sharply– he must not have noticed the tongues before. Scrubbing a clawed hand across his face, Matt said, "I'm sorry, Fogs. I don't know… I don't know why this is happening."
Foggy paused, then took a hesitant step forward, arm half outstretched. Immediately, Matt took a long step backward and held a warning hand out to Foggy. "Foggy, don't– I don't want to hurt you." Absentmindedly, Matt stroked his fingers over the spot on his stomach where he'd scratched himself when he woke up, but there was no cut in his skin, no scar or blood to be found.
Excerpt:
Matt nodded and turned his head away. "I didn't know– I only know what I can feel. I–" Matt wheezed out a terrified breath and forced himself to ask, "What does it look like, Foggy?"
Ready to do something he was more used to, Foggy cleared his throat and straightened his back the littlest bit. "Um, your– the horns are dark gray. And so are your fingers. From the second knuckle down, like they're covered in… coal dust, or something. And the tail–" Foggy's voice broke and he gulped down a breath. "The tail is kind of dark red."
Matt struggled to hold back tears and licked his lips. Foggy gasped sharply– he must not have noticed the tongues before. Scrubbing a clawed hand across his face, Matt said, "I'm sorry, Fogs. I don't know… I don't know why this is happening."
Foggy paused, then took a hesitant step forward, arm half outstretched. Immediately, Matt took a long step backward and held a warning hand out to Foggy. "Foggy, don't– I don't want to hurt you." Absentmindedly, Matt stroked his fingers over the spot on his stomach where he'd scratched himself when he woke up, but there was no cut in his skin, no scar or blood to be found.