Fanfic Recs by coprime

...Stay out of the Kitchen (Foggy/Matt, Frank | PG13 | 2,869 words): After getting in trouble, it's up to Foggy for the rescue. This is fun with a light humor that I enjoyed.

Excerpt:
"Time to move," Daredevil barked.

"Really," Foggy hissed, thumping him with the umbrella as well. "On this of all nights?"

"Time to move," Daredevil growled again, lower. He shoved Foggy along the brick wall, toward a fire escape.

Foggy sighed and began rolling up his sleeves. "I hate this part."

Matt allowed himself a small grin. More shots fired from far above. "Cardio's a great workout," he said as he snatched the umbrella from Foggy's hand and used the hooked handle to pull down the ladder with a clang.

"We could be having perfectly safe cardio in the comfort of our own home on the couch--" Foggy began but Matt was already hoisting him up the ladder by the armpits. "--Are you bleeding?" Foggy interrupted himself.

"Not now."

"I just washed that suit!"

On her shoulders (Karen-Foggy-Matt | PG13 | 21,578 words): An AU where Karen has Matt and Foggy as the literal demon and angel on her shoulders. This is a cute AU with lovely friendship between the trio and a fun plot for Karen to investigate.

Excerpt:
"So, you've got any plans for the weekend?" Foggy asked and landed back on her right shoulder. His weight light and easy, but it was a comforting presence.

"Not for today", Karen shook her head. "But tomorrow I'll visit Amy." Amy was one of her friends from college.

"Okay, so what if…"

"Foggy", Matt warned as he landed on her left.

"What?"

"Don't give Karen suggestions on what to do if she haven't asked for it."

"I was just going to remind her that—"

"If it isn't urgent, it can wait until she asks you for it. Karen doesn't need to stress about unnecessary things."

"Fine. It's not urgent."

She went to the kitchen to make dinner for herself. Matt informed her that her milk would soon become bad and Foggy suggested she could make pancakes to use it up, to not let it go to waste. So, pancakes it was.

Getting to Know You Again (Bonnie-Maya | G | 1,260 words): Bonnie and Maya reconnect as adults. This is a lovely vignette featuring these two and the bond between them.

Excerpt:
Maya walked into the living room and twenty years instantly melted away. Bonnie was in her pajamas, fluffing pillows in a nest of blankets and couch cushions. She dropped her pillow and to sign to Maya. "Hurry up! Change! I want to watch the movies."

They were fully grown women now, but this scene echoed all the nights they spent together as little girls. It reminded Maya of all the time they spent talking and playing and watching movies together. How they'd hide from Biscuits and plan pranks on him.

"What's the rush?" Maya asked after she shed her jacket.

Fair winds and sunny skies (Maia, Shaleän/Shaleän's wife | PG | 649 words): Shaleän writes to Maia about visiting. This is a fun little epistolary fic with a supernatural twist on the characters.

Excerpt:
To Maia Drazhar,

Greetings, nephew!

My wife and I propose to visit the Untheileneise Court in the new year, having a great desire to meet you. However, I write to prepare you for our particular circumstances, which are somewhat delicate, and which require a little more than ordinary forbearance.

What we both didn't say (Foggy/Matt | NC17 | 2,244 words | sequel to The Moments in your Arms): A happy ending for "The Moment in your Arms." This is sweet and lovely and a perfect happy resolution to the previous fic.

Excerpt:
Shortly, his resolve from earlier that evening comes back to Foggy. But it crumbles. Right now, he needs Matt. Needs to be close to him. Needs to be in his arms. No matter how fleeting these moments might be. The rational part of his soul resists and reminds him that the longer this goes on, the more he'll get hurt. But Foggy shakes his head wildly as if to scold his brain for the horrible timing. A motion that isn't lost to Matt.

Where Credit Was Due (Foggy/Matt, Mike | PG13 | 9,398 words): Mike convinces Foggy to pretend to date him as a way to play a prank on Matt. This is hilarious and dramatic and sweet at turns.

Excerpt:
Matt had promised himself he'd try. But as anyone Matt Murdock had ever promised soon found out—try as he might, it didn't hold. He had yet to make it inside Foggy's apartment before the idea had already begun to slip insidiously through his fingers. As it went, like sand through an hourglass, a budding sense of dread took its place.

There were two things amiss. The first he'd clocked more than a block out. It would have been hard not to: Mike was a singular presence. If it wasn't his full-throated and seasonally inappropriate rendition of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen," then it would have been Foggy's impassioned plea to stop ogling his ass. Matt's cane caught on a crack in the sidewalk. He really should have confirmed with Foggy about the guest list.

The second realization hit in two stages, with the latter giving meaning to the first. Three brownstones down, some disturbed earth in a planter. On the other side of Foggy's door, a scraggly bouquet of flowers clinging to that same newly dug-up scent. There was only one conclusion to be drawn. Foggy's new lover was not only cheap but a scoundrel. Matt curled his lip out on the welcome mat. Whenever that lowlife returned from whatever last-minute errand Foggy'd likely had him run out to do, Matt was going to make his displeasure known.

Twenty-Eight Cents (Lily/Archie | G | 100 words): Per the fic, on one of Lily Rowan's weekly expenses. This is a cute drabble about Archie and Lily's relationship.

Excerpt:
"Dammit, Archie, you're the only one who drinks it!"

Service for Seven (Alfred | G | 233 words): Alfred arranges matters for Bruce when needed. This is a very sweet ficlet of Alfred caring for Bruce.

Excerpt:
It is a simple matter to arrange things, not through Mister Kent, his best friend. Nor through Miss Diana, his suitor.

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.

Too easy (Foggy/Matt | R | 1,294 words): Matt has been given an assignment to carry out while out with Foggy. This is such a cool fic. I love the tenseness between Matt's thoughts and Foggy's actions and not knowing which way the chips are going to fall until the end.

Excerpt:
It's an easy job. A piece of cake, as they say. There is also literal cake because it's a safe way to get Foggy into a restaurant. Not that he doesn't let Matt pay for four courses before getting to dessert.

The place is nice. Tasteful music plays, not too loud and pleasant on the ears. All guests of the establishment have a sense of tact so nobody imposes their conversation on others. Matt hears it all anyway: spoken words, clinking glasses, and cutlery scraping over plates. But it's at a volume that allows him to tune it out and focus on Foggy.

All the way through dinner, Foggy chatters, turns his head around like a curious child, and greets other patrons he knows. So easily distracted. It would be a child's play to poison his soup.