Fanfic Recs by coprime

Autoshop (Donatello-Raphael | G | 1,721 words): Donatello and Raphael, working on their vehicles together. This is a lovely quiet moment for these two with brotherly bonding.

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They'd been here for quite a while, just working. Both turtles were coated in grease and were quite happy that way. The only words passed between them, the occasional requests for various tools. Raph had been slightly startled by Donatello's question. He had actually forgotten that his brother was there. Even with the tool noises Don invariably made from time to time, it was still easy to forget about the quiet turtle's presence.

Even though it was easy to tune out the fact that Donatello was there at all, the turtle in purple did bring a sense of calm to the warehouse that wasn't present at any other time. Tools were much less likely to be thrown when Donatello was around than when Raph was alone or if Casey was there working with him. Raph was always careful with the expensive ones, but wrenches would fly on a fairly regular basis. He didn't quite know what it was, but he never got as frustrated when Donnie was around.

Under the Water (Foggy/Matt | G | 1,220 words): Matt and Foggy have a late night conversation. This is really sweet and affectionate.

Excerpt:
"You were in my dream last night."

"Well, I think I like where this is going."

Matt huffed and Foggy relented, kissing him lightly on the corner of his mouth. "Okay, okay. Tell me about your dream."

"We were having a picnic."

Gently, gently (Foggy-Matt | G | 1,917 words): Foggy and Matt heal their friendship after Elektra. This is comforting and, ultimately, very sweet.

Excerpt:
The third time Elektra leaves Matt, Matt doesn't think about Foggy. Not for a long time.

When he finally surfaces from his grief, after Fisk and Dex, after Father Lantom's death and Maggie's revelations, he sits down with Foggy in his apartment for Chinese and beers and tries to talk.

He wants to be known, wants Foggy to know him, to understand him. He doesn't know where to start. It's Foggy that gets them going.

Lost (Foggy/Matt | G | 1,733 words): When Matt's senses get muted, he can still recognize Foggy. This is a lovely fic that sweetly shows what Foggy means to Matt.

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Without the other senses, Matt's radar wasn't as detailed as he was used to so he couldn't even figure out where he should go.

It was disorienting and it left him feeling incredibly vulnerable and exposed. He was so used to the world being unbearably full that, with it emptied, he didn't even know how to hold himself.

Despite his best efforts, the panic climbed up his chest, clawing at his heart and lungs. Threatening to close his throat.

But before it took over, he detected something.

It was on the very edge of his perception, but clearly there. And without thinking, Matt made his way toward it because everything inside of him told him he should, and that voice was his only guide.

Needed Me (Foggy/Matt | R | 1,210 words): Matt joins Foggy in bed after patrol. This is sweet and romantic and fun and domestic. I like the way they tease each other.

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"So a real quiet night," Foggy mused, eying the quirk of Matt's lips.

"Almost too quiet," Matt pointed out and Foggy snorted because he knew where this was going.

"And here you are with all your pent up ninja energy and nothing to do with it," Foggy teased.

"I could do you with it," Matt shot back.

"Matthew Murdock, I should wash your mouth out," Foggy gasped, one hand pressed dramatically to his forehead as he rolled onto his back. "To think a catholic boy would suggest something like that to a married man."

"I'm sure your husband wouldn't mind," Matt whispered, his fingers curling around Foggy's ankle.

Reciprocity (Foggy-Matt | PG13 | 2,033 words): Upon learning about Daredeivl and Matt's senses, Foggy thinks Matt doesn't need him anymore. This is a lovely rumination on the nature of friendship, both in general and how it's expressed by these two particular characters.

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So then he found out that Matt was some kind of superhero and had never needed him at all, and that had been a blow he was still reeling from. He kept thinking he'd worked past it, and then it would rise up and bite him at the most unexpected times. It wasn't resentment, exactly -- or, well, okay, it had been, but he was pretty sure he was mostly past that. He didn't have a name for what it was. It was some unhappy, dark-edged emotion that jostled and bumped against the rest of Foggy's generally cheerful nature, poking a knife between his ribs when he least expected it.

Because ... of course it wasn't that he felt Matt owed him anything. That was unfair. And he knew, once he was past the initial anger, that it didn't mean their entire friendship had been a lie. That was unfair, too. And he understood why Matt had kept it from him, even if he didn't like it. He couldn't help wishing, sometimes, that he didn't know even now.

Soft Things (Foggy/Matt | PG13 | 1,913 words): Foggy confesses to Matt, in a different version of the episode Nelson v. Murdock. It's sweet and soft and comforting.

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"I know you think it's weird. But you should really go for it with Karen. She's into you. Her heart speeds up too." It may be the hardest thing he's ever said, but Foggy deserves all the soft things in life.

"Karen," Foggy repeats, oddly flat.

"Yes? You have no idea how distracting it gets whenever you two are in the same room. You both..." he makes a vague hand gesture meant to evoke the kind of nauseatingly adorable love teenagers are capable of. "It's like two drums beating out of sync."

"Wow. Wow. Okay." Matt smiles grimly and lets his head fall back against the couch. He's always been good at doing the things that hurt the most. "Yeah, not what I'm talking about."

Favorite Mistake (Foggy-Marci | PG13 | 1,569 words): Marci goes to Foggy after something happens. This is a great little moment of them being friends and showcasing their relationship.

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Foggy leads her to the couch. She smells like expensive perfume and alcohol. She's not falling-down drunk, but she's definitely had a few. When he sits her gently down on the couch, she goes willingly, which is very un-Marci-like of her.

She's still holding the now-empty water glass, like she doesn't know where to put it. "Would you like some more water?" he asks. She nods.

By the time he brings her the glass back, she's pulled herself together somewhat. He didn't realize how much she'd resembled the old Marci, the one he knew in college, until that girl was tucked up once again behind the mature Marci's armor. He misses it as soon as he recognizes it's gone.

Canticum Amicitia (Foggy-Matt | G | 1,022 words): College-era fic about Matt contemplating Foggy and singing. This is a really cute little bit of backstory for these two.

Excerpt:
Matt gets the story of Foggy's love of music one night when they're stumbling home from the local dive bar, celebrating passing their first semester of law school. Foggy's leaning against Matt just as much as leading him, belting out some show tune from a play Matt's sure he's never heard of - something about a cat, he thinks, but that's ridiculous because who sings about cats?

(Smile) Like You Mean It (Foggy/Matt | PG13 | 2,323 words): Nowadays, Foggy sounds like he's lying when he tells Matt he loves him. This is just wonderful angsty feels.

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Then Foggy's arm is around his shoulders – a sudden move that, enhanced senses or not, only Foggy has standing permission to make without warning. Matt can't focus on everyone and everything at all times and he has plenty of reasons to be especially wary of unexpected physical contact.

(Right now, though, victorious and safe in their office, Karen laughing and Foggy spinning stories, Foggy's arm around him, Matt feels warm. Content. He feels like maybe he can file this moment away, something good to think back on when he needs it.)

Foggy's heart rate is up, has been for a while now in the excitement of winning the case, but the rhythm suddenly shifts – picks up just a little bit more, and Matt knows what Foggy is going to say, for one frozen instant before he says it:

“I love this guy!”

Matt smiles, and says nothing. He keeps his jaw clenched, to make sure it can't shake.