Fanfic Recs by coprime

If You Had Wings (I'm Sure They'd be Beautiful) (Foggy/Matt | G | 4,801 words): Foggy shares a secret, giving Matt he courage to do the same. This is a very sweet and comforting fic (with a sprinkling of angst) of how things might have gone if Matt had told Foggy what he could do during their college years.

Excerpt:
"I didn't really daydream about waking up to find out I was special," Matt begins. The words feel clumsy on his tongue, but he hopes the honesty they carry will help them hit their mark "If anything, I suppose there were nights when I hoped I'd fall asleep and wake up more normal. Just like everybody else.:

Foggy pushes himself up from the floor, supporting his weight on his palms behind him.

"Shit, Matt. I'm sorry- I wasn't really thinking. Too many of those lime things, and-"

Matt shakes his head. He doesn't really want to get up just yet, but it feels strange to be lying down now that Foggy's no longer next to him.

"No, it's okay," he answers, taking a deep breath as he pulls himself to sit, knees bent in front of him, the tips of his socks burying their way beneath Foggy's leg without comment. "I'm just trying to explain… or… build up the courage to, maybe."

There's a faint hitch in Foggy's breath, coupled with a much more noticeable uptick in his heartbeat.

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."

Had to learn what truth does (Candace-Matt | G | 2,791 words): Matt lets Candace know he's not dead. This is a great look at what it would be like to find out someone you thought was dead wasn't.

Excerpt:
Candace accepts an invitation for takeout and drinks with the two of them a week or two after Matt's return, vaguely hopeful that this interaction could be the one that finally brings her some peace.

Because despite the calls, Matt still hasn't given her a solid answer as to why he left, or where he's been, or why he came back.

Candace is fast running out of patience, being dragged along like this.

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.

Excerpt:
"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."

I Now Pronounce You idiots in Love (Foggy/Matt | NC17 | 31,940 words | sequel is Rose-Colored Boy): Foggy invites Matt to be his plus-one at a wedding in the hopes of repairing their relationship after Foggy learns about Daredevil. This is a wonderful fic that's sweet and full of pining and a bit of angst as Foggy and Matt try to reconnect.

Excerpt:
Matt rolled his eyes a little and relaxed into the seat, playing with the handle on the side until it was angled right. He had never been on this long of a car ride, but he assumed that he should get comfortable. He regretted not bringing a book or work to do.

"Let's take Jesus off the dashboard, got enough on his mind…" Foggy sang. He had a nice voice and projected well – probably from being a theater kid. Actually, being a theater kid probably explained a lot about Foggy. Like, his ability to ham it up in the courtroom and his rose-colored romantic streak.

"I invited you because I wanted to." Foggy said, interrupting his own singing. He turned down the radio.

That brought Matt out of his thoughts. "What?"

"You asked me if I brought you along to be car DJ." Foggy said. "I'm telling you that I invited you because I wanted to. You've been stewing on it for a while, I can tell."

Because I wanted to. That bounced around Matt's head. It was something. Something a little more than fuck you for lying to me all these years. Was it a line? A line to where they could get back to where they were? Matt wasn't sure yet and before he could ask about it, Foggy had turned the music back up and started to sing again. "Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City. Never was there ever a girl so pretty."

Matt fiddled with the CD case zipper and turned his head towards the window. The world on fire that his mind’s eye built out of his heightened sense zoomed by.

Romantic Things You Said While Concussed (Foggy/Matt | PG13 | 4,344 words): Matt comes back to their college dorm room with a concussion, leading to some truths to be confessed. This is sweet and funny and a nice alternate take on Foggy fidning out about Matt's past and senses.

Excerpt:
"'m tired," Matt mumbles afterwards, twisting the cap back into the half-empty water bottle and flopping back on Foggy's bed. "Foggy. Keep me awake. You promised."

He didn't, actually, but Matt's his best friend so the promise is kind of implied. He's just not sure the best way to keep it. If they were studying and trying to pull an all-nighter, he'd whap Matt with a pillow, but he's not willing to do that when Matt's all beat up.

"Come on, Matt, let's play Truth or Dare, ok? That'll keep you awake, huh?" Foggy says, taking Matt's free hand and hauling him back to a sitting position; even to his own ears his voice sounds strained.

"I don't like truth," Matt replies mulishly, and all Foggy can do is bark out a laugh.

"Yeah, buddy, I know."

"But I like you, Foggy."

...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.