Fanfic Recs

Five times Matt and Foggy didn't get married. One time they did.

"You know, not to be a whiner," Foggy spoke through a mouthful of fried rice, "but it’s so not fair that you’re better at chopsticks than me."

"Describe her to me again," Matt asks. Foggy hums to himself.

The worst thing is, the only penance Foggy asks for is answers.

Foggy Nelson: good at law, terrible at feelings.

Tony Stark offers Matt a gift. The temptation of regaining his sight - even temporarily - proves too much to resist.

Matt, Is it pathetic that I write these notes to you, knowing that I'll never send them? I don't even copy and paste them into my compose email window. I'm not stupid.

In which Foggy uses his law degree to peddle coffee to unsuspecting caffeine junkies, and Matt is his favorite customer. Who may or may not be Batman.

"Not always, but lately, since I’ve started...Daredevil, everything, I’ve need certain...certain things to, to, uh, get off."

Franklin Philip Nelson is born with a bright smile and the word Devil burned over his heart.

Matt’s always known that Foggy’s attracted to him.

“So, nothing? No, like, latent homosexual urges? No subconscious pining that is only now coming to the surface in light of these revelations? Nothing?” Sometimes it's not as easy as saying 'I love you'.

Foggy keeps playing devil's advocate, and he keeps winning. The other devil in Hell's Kitchen is not happy about this.

"If you're going to be out there dying for our city," says Foggy, "I need to get the good years in while we still have them."

Leave it to Foggy Nelson to have to teach Matt Murdock that all pain is not created equal, and whatever he needs is his for the asking. OR: Matt is the worst baby sub, and for some reason everyone expects Foggy to lead him down the BDSM path.

He doesn't hate sex. He just doesn't like it. It doesn't seem important and he wouldn't worry so much about not telling Foggy, except it's getting harder and harder to pretend he's enjoying himself.

"Stop saying you love me! I can hear lies, Foggy, you know I can hear lies, did you forget? Did you think you could trick me?"

"I’m going to take away what the Devil loves most. By the time I’m through he won’t even recognize you."

It started because he was drunk. Fuck, how many of his godawful stories started like that?

Foggy's voice was ragged at the edges. "There's no way in hell I'm going to be able to sleep tonight unless I can convince myself you're not bleeding internally."

"I’m not training, I’m not looking to get in a ring or do what you do. I just wanted to know a little more." He says it fiercely, strongly, right into Matt’s ear like that’ll get it through to him any easier. "It’s not like I’m any good at it," he adds, which is probably a mistake.

Matt’s gentle with Foggy when he’s teaching him, soft touches to guide him into the right position and a light little butterfly kiss every time Foggy gets it right. He’s still soft Matt, sweet Matt. Then they get into the ring, and Matt’s not soft anymore. Matt’s not sweet.

Moving forward takes time.

Matt gets hit with an honest-to-God real truth serum. The consequences are much less fun than pop culture has led Foggy to believe.

Out of the two of them, it made sense that Matt always thought that he would be the first to go.

Matt doesn't know if love or lust is the deadlier sin. Either way, he's going to hell.

Matt gets hit with a curse. Naturally, Foggy suffers.

Lost in his own thoughts, in the overload of information coming from all of his senses, he almost misses it. A soft, weak little cry. A pathetic noise, really. And he shifts, and listens closely, and realizes it's a baby.

Crime-fighting, costumes, double lives, and danger—now with an extra scoop of dramatic amnesia. Matt’s life is a comic book just waiting to happen, and Foggy's stuck as the long-suffering sidekick.

If Matt and Foggy get married, Foggy will never be forced to testify against Daredevil. It doesn't mean anything has to change, right?