Fanfic Recs by coprime

Murderworld Carnival's One Star Yelp Review (Foggy/Matt | PG13 | 2,519 words): Arcade has kidnapped Foggy, and now Daredevil must face Arcade's many traps. This is a lot of fun, comic book-style shenanigans with some sweet Matt/Foggy.

Excerpt:
On the screen, Matt jolted, bringing his clubs up into a defensive position. When no attack was forthcoming, he relaxed his stance just slightly.

"I'm not in the mood for games today, Arcade!"

"Well that," Arcade sighed, "that is just too bad. Because you've got three exquisitely crafted floors to beat in my Murderworld if you want to rescue your precious Mr. Nelson. Hop to it, now. Who knows what might happen to him if you take too long?"

Matt's mouth twisted into a snarl, but he tilted his head the way he always did when trying to use his radar sense to map out a room. Then he began to stride forward.

A wall shot up in front of him, and Matt nearly faceplanted into it.

On the Anti-Magical Properties of Danny Rand's Bathtub Moonshine (Foggy-Matt | PG13 | 8,513 words): A spell turns Manhattan into a fantasy land, and for some reason Matt and Foggy are the only people who notice. This is so much fun. The new fantasy setting is full of whimsical details, and Matt and Foggy working as a team is great.

Excerpt:
Matt chewed his lower lip – his canine teeth looked a little more fang-y than they had before, "At least we got some information. We've got a limited amount of time left, because it sounds like the size is doubling every day. Two miles, then four more miles, then eight."

"... So, how long is that until it's everywhere?"

They both paused while Foggy took a minute with the calculator on his phone.

"Twelve days."

"So we better hurry, then," Matt said, grimly.

"We might have more time than that. The spell seems like it gets caught on running water, since it got stuck on the river, crossing the ocean might stop it for a while too," said Foggy.

Matt tilted his head, "How do you know that?"

"Uh… I'm not sure, actually," Foggy said. Apparently, this spell was dropping weird magic knowledge straight into his head.

Matt waved him off, "Besides that, we don't know how long we'll be immune."

On The Usefulness of Fruit (Foggy/Matt | PG13 | 15,989 words | sequel to Rose-Colored Boy): After getting seriously injured while out as Daredevil, Matt refuses to let Foggy see him. Oh, this is wonderful. Matt and Foggy fight, and it's such a realistic fight. My heart hurts for both of them, and the resolution of the fight is perfect.

Excerpt:
"No, um," [Matt] put his hand on his side and groaned with the pain throbbing there. His whole body throbbed with it. "Can you text Foggy for me?"

"Oh, yeah," [Claire] said. "You passed out while you were giving me the number."

She finished unpacking the stuff she got at the drugstore and then sat on the coffee table in front of him with her phone out. Matt gave her Foggy's phone number and Claire tapped out a simple message. Matt released a small sigh of relief. At least he could assure Foggy he was alive.

"He asks if he can come by?" Claire said a moment later.

Matt shook his head quickly, his memories blinking through That Unfortunate Night again, making him break out into a clammy sweat and his heart rate increased. He didn’t want Foggy to see him like this. He couldn't have Foggy see him like this.

"No." He said. "Just tell him I'll be home in a day or two."

"Matt," Claire groaned.

"Please," Matt said, his eyebrows furrowing. "Please just say that."

Self-Fulfilling Prophecies (Foggy/Matt | PG13 | 9,576 words): There's a prophecy that Foggy's going to get taken by a dragon, so he stays in the city and instead meets one Matt Murdock. This is a wonderfully fun urban fantasy with sweetness and cuteness, and I love how Foggy's prophecy comes true.

Excerpt:
Drunk Matt was a delight. Foggy wanted him around forever. He bounced on his toes, he giggled, he didn't get that twisted and frustrated look on his face when his stammer cropped up. And best of all, he and his freakishly warm furnace body cozied right up to Foggy's side. A delight.

Foggy wanted to kiss him.

He didn't, because even Drunk Foggy knew that was a horrible idea. But... He wanted to.

Instead, he just watched. Savored the unguarded way expressions flickered over Matt's face. Giddy, then determined, then... Well, then Matt tilted his head and stuck out his tongue. But not in the thoughtful 'poke my tongue out the corner of my mouth as I work' way — no, he'd gone full on 'stretch out my tongue as far as it goes'.

"What are you doing, buddy?" Foggy laughed. "It's not quite the season for catching snowflakes on your tongue yet."

Matt looked startled for a second, then adorably puzzled. He tucked his tongue back into his mouth, brows still scrunched together.

"I didn't want to catch a snowflake," he told Foggy. "I was trying to get a better sm—"

Matt cut off, then, shaking his head the way Foggy sometimes felt the urge to do, as though it would fling off the haze of drunkenness like rainwater.

"Get a better what?"

"No, it." Matt shrugged, posture awkward and embarrassed. "It's nothing."

Sais and Butter Knives (Elektra/Elektra | PG13 | 9,212 words): When Elektra is resurrected as the Black Sky, she comes back as two people. This is an interesting exploration of Elektra and her desires and the different aspects of her, and I like that it gives her space to be her own person.

Excerpt:
"Who am I?"

She returns to the mirror as she asks that question. She asks Elektra's scars as if they can tell her. They can't. She doesn't recognise herself. She doesn't know Elektra and she doesn't know the Black Sky.

She wants to know Elektra. She wants to know why she doesn't need her anymore. Elektra knows things. She knows who she is. Not the Black Sky, but… someone. How can she find Elektra? Alexandra won't tell her.

A Little Fright (Foggy/Matt, Dany | PG13 | 1,445 words): Foggy has to rescue Matt from a witch. This is fun and has Foggy being appropriately awesome and has a nice sense of humor.

Excerpt:
"What do we do?" he whispers to Danny.

Danny frowns for a second. It's hard to see his full expression due to the dim lighting and his mask, but he seems contemplative. Hopefully coming up with a smart plan.

"You go get Matt from the cage. I'll stop the witch. Ok?"

Foggy waits a few more seconds, but that appears to be it.

"Uh. Ok."

A little bit barebones, but he can work with it.

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.

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.

The One Who Holds the Seven Stars (Jack/Stephen | PG13 | 498 words): The Surprise weathers a terrible storm. This was written for the Day After Tomorrow Challenge and is an interesting ficlet about what it would be like for an apocalypse in the Age of Sail.

Excerpt:
Jack had never seen the like in his many years at sea. The storm tore 'round the Surprise, then through it as though with teeth. Snow fell, disconcerting considering their location, and sleet came down in sheets, icing deck and men alike.

Hornhead (Matt | PG13 | 10,599 words): Matt begins to develop...demonic features, starting with waking up with horns. This is a fun comics-style romp.

Excerpt:
"Maybe they're just... stuck on?" Matt had said desperately after Foggy had collected himself. He didn't really want to touch them. Maybe if he didn't accept them as part of reality, they'd vanish as suddenly as they appeared.

"They look pretty... part-of-your-skull-y, Matt."

Matt sat down at his kitchen table, almost buried his head in his hands before he remembered he didn't want to touch anything. He settled for slouching and feeling lost at sea. Okay. Deep breath. "What do they look like?"

"I mean, they're not crazy. They're like the ones on your mask. Red. Kinda ... dinky?"