Fanfic Recs by coprime

The Lawyer All the Wickedness (Foggy/Matt | NC17 | 11,611 words): Set on Earth-65, DA Nelson gets to know Matt Murdock a bit better. This is a really fun getting together story for this universe and start of a redemption of Matt Murdock. It's an alternate take on canon in that I believe it was written before much was known about this Matt and where the comic was taking his story.

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Murdock steps aside, but only so he can walk up the aisle with Foggy, cane tapping ahead of them. Peachy. "My client was acquitted, Mr. Nelson."

"You and I both know that doesn't prove anything, Murdock." Foggy doesn't respect him enough to bother with a title.

"Only in the eyes of the law," Murdock says lightly. "Which we are both sworn to uphold, of course."

"Yeah. That keeping you up at night at all?"

He glances sidelong at Murdock and is surprised by the slow smile creeping over his face. Each perfect tooth gleams like a fang. "No," he says, his voice low and amused. "That's not keeping me up at night."

Move it like u stole it (Foggy/Matt | NC17 | 2,380 words): Foggy introduces Matt to the wonders of sex toys. I love how much fun Foggy and Matt have with each other.

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"So?"

Matt went a little pinker across the very tops of his cheeks. "I mean. It's kind of...loud? And it's -" he seemed to weigh it, in his hand: "isn't it a little...big?"

"You are so full of shit, I love it," Foggy said, in real admiration, and tackled him. ("Ow! no! quit it!" Matt giggled, in between volleys into what maybe devolved into a particularly stupid pillow fight.)

"It's fine," Matt said, more than a little breathless, from where he'd draped himself across Foggy. "I still don't get the big deal, but it's fine, c'mon, take me for a ride."

Holding on (Foggy/Matt | NC17 | 3,603 words): Matt and Foggy are rebuilding their relationship, and Matt can't resist Foggy. This is a lovely bit of emotional smut with a sweet payoff.

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"Let's check precedence again," Foggy says at one point. "Where's the Carlson file?"

Matt knows where Foggy has put the file and wants to help him. Apparently, Foggy's question was rhetorical though. Both Matt and Foggy turn their chairs at the same time to reach the low cabinet the file rests on.

Matt's hand glides along Foggy's thigh. It's the fragment of a second. But it stretches out for Matt, having his brain circuit. The sensation of the expensive fabric against his fingers, the soft give of the flesh underneath, the tiny gasp Foggy lets out, barely audible but impossible to miss for Matt.

They both freeze. But Foggy laughs after a while. His voice takes on that tone he uses to dismiss something even though it does affect him.

The Moments in your Arms (Foggy/Matt | NC17 | 954 words | sequel is What we both didn't say): Foggy and Matt have a friends with benefits thing. The emotions and the angst are spot on.

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It's fine. After all, Foggy knows Matt would never hurt him. And if it makes Foggy feel like he is Matt's for a moment, nobody has to know.

Denser Still the Snow (Fraser/Kowalski/Oz | NC17 | 3,562 words): Ray finds Oz in the snow and brings him back to his and Fraser's cabin. This is a lovely atmospheric piece set during the long winter of the Arctic.

Excerpt:
"It derives from an Old English word-form meaning 'man-wolf'. Though the bite is still the most common means of transformation, many packs are familial."

"m'cousin. bimme"

Fraser nods. He gets up, walks over to the closet and digs for more blankets. Lays them on the bed.

"Are you coming, Ray? Or did you want to read?"

"Werewolf."

"I'm sure he'll still be there in a few hours. His leg wound will heal more quickly than a wound of yours would, but it's hardly instantaneous." Fraser piles logs onto the fire. He must have brought wood in earlier; there's a huge stack of it by the door.

Eventually, he gathers Ray up and takes him to bed too. Pulls him in and wraps up behind him. Both of them wrapped in fleece and wool, spooned up for warmth, facing the fire. Ray watches the werewolf sleep under his pile of blankets for a long time.

Velocity (Foggy/Matt | NC17 | 5,333 words): After Foggy learns about Daredevil, Matt's feelings begin to morph. This is a really sweet fic about a demisexual Matt realizing he's in love with Foggy.

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"How do you do that? And don't give me that 'world on fire' stuff," Foggy added, when Matt opened his mouth. "I refuse to believe you haven't researched it at length." He punctuated this statement with two firm taps on the bar.

And Matt had a pleasant buzz from the whiskey, combined with the fact that Foggy was here and genuinely interested in what he had to say, so he told him as well as he could. The smells, sounds, textures; how he could 'see' better in the rain, maybe like sonar?; how he couldn't tell what Foggy's face looked like, but could guess what it was doing since he's known Foggy so long. And Foggy was quiet, making curious noises every now and then, but not interrupting. When Matt finished, Foggy just said, a little reverently, "Amazing."

Matt's throat went tight with emotion. He took a drink, swallowing it down. "Yeah."

Rock your body (please stay) (Foggy/Matt | NC17 | 3,018 words): Matt has an appreciation for Foggy's belly. This is really sweet and happy-making, and I liked the body positivity aspect in Matt's enjoyment of Foggy's stomach.

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"Matt," Foggy says, a little hoarsely. His fingers find Matt's hair, running through it hesitantly.

"Sorry," Matt murmurs, again, but he slides his hands to palm Foggy's sides through his sweater, tightening his fingers and feeling like he might drown in the noise of Foggy's body responding to the touch.

Foggy shifts enough to press their foreheads together, their noses brushing.

"Matty," he says, breath warm on Matt's lips, so close.

The trembling of my fingertips (Foggy/Matt | NC17 | 2,349): Foggy draws on Matt. There's a quiet serenity and sensuality to this that I love, as Matt lets himself be with Foggy there.

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—Foggy snaps the elastic against his wrist and ties his long hair up, messy and half of the strands are spilling out but then he picks up the marker against, propping Matt's wrist up with his pinky, and puts his other hand on Matt's back—

—scritch, scratch.

The drawing is stretching up to his elbow. His loose shirt is beginning to feel tight around his upper arm. —"Wait," he says, and it comes out like— breathy and sexual and this is not a sex thing but he sits up and the cold air of the room is, in an instant, whispering around him like wind spirits or something. He feels dizzy. His blinks to clear his eyes even though he can't see and his lips mash together as water pricks behind his sightless eyes. His glasses don't fall back into place.

Little Differences (Gimli/Legolas | NC17 | 5,265 words): Legolas and Gimli find there are some differences between elves and dwarves (as well as one similarity). This is very sweet. Gimli and Legolas are very affectionate with each other and clearly enjoy each other's company, which makes this fic a delight to read. I also liked how they sought out connection with each other for every difference they found.

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Gimli snorted. "Figures. Get the elf some decent food and he turns his twitchy little rabbit nose up at it."

Legolas laughed and picked at some more potatoes—these ones were soaked in butter, which was at least better than lard (though certainly not as appetizing as the simple way fresh vegetables were prepared by elves).

"I'm afraid this hardy fare is just not for me, my friend. We elves are all lightness and green—these meals seem to suit your sturdy reliability better, I think."

"Ach, well my friend: there is one thing we can be sure tickles the taste buds of both elf and dwarf alike," Gimli assured him.

Legolas cocked his head and waited. Gimli held up his cup of ale and knocked it towards him. "A strong drink."

Legolas smiled and picked up his own mug, knocking it together with Gimli's. They drank their fill, then set their cups down on the table together. Legolas let his hand drift to Gimli's shoulder, then lower. "On that, my friend, you are most assuredly correct."

Translated (Dorian/Iron Bull | NC17 | 7,813 words): Dorian and Iron Bull define what they are to each other by talking around nicknames and their meanings. This is lovely and sweet.

Excerpt:
"I've got food up in my room," Bull said. "You kind of missed dinner."

There was a cold breeze blowing outside, and Dorian was grateful for the momentary shelter of tower walls before they set out along the battlements. "No, that was lunch," he said -- a futile protest, because he could see for himself that the stars were coming out and both the lower and upper courtyard were nearly empty.

"That, too." Bull held the door to his room open and ushered Dorian inside. "Here. Sit."

Dorian had seen elegant furniture in his day, and dining tables set with crystal goblets and delicate silverite forks and flower arrangements specifically designed to complement the dishes, the season, the hostess's dress. Bull gestured him to an only slightly rickety chair by an only slightly rickety table, handed him a wedge of pie wrapped in a napkin, and indicated that one of the two mugs of beer on the table was his.