Fanfic Recs

Six years ago, something terrible has happened. Something horrible and painful and Devil-related, and he just checked out of his life, emotionally and physically. Now, six years later, Franklin Nelson is back in New York and is only now starting to realise just how much has changed in that time.

The Devil of Hell's Kitchen has got some competition. Sassy sharpshooters do not make good crime-fighting partners, except that they really do.

Because really, it'd be Foggy's luck to get flattened by a bus immediately after leaving Matt's apartment. He could say stranger things had happened, but after finding out his blind best friend goes around at night kicking the crime out of people, he can't really be too surprised.

It starts when Foggy loses control of his life. It starts when Foggy wakes up in a hospital bed after the fourth kidnapping.

Matt hears a lot in the city at night, sirens and crime--and the late-night radio show Foggy With a Chance, which sometimes runs a Daredevil Watch if he's been particularly active, but which mostly plays music. He probably shouldn't call in and request a song, but he does it anyway.

He really doesn't understand why people can't act like decent human beings. Or, Foggy takes care of the people he loves.

Matt needs excitement, raw lust and feverish feelings. Matt doesn’t need sweet.

Technically speaking, Foggy doesn't own Matt; it's more like indentured servitude. Still, the rules of the Program mean that Foggy can have whatever he wants from Matt. So why isn't he taking it?

Matt hates listening to Foggy's heartbeat. Denial ain't just a river in Egypt.

Matt's downstairs neighbor sings showtunes (badly) at all hours, eats weird-smelling food, and never stops talking. Matt falls in love long before they actually meet.

There are two certainties in the life of Sam Winchester: The sky is blue, and Sam loves his brother.

Sam's last request, take care of yourself, and Dean's last request? Take care of the car. Companion pieces to I Already Know (On With the Show).

It's a week before Christmas, and Dean is at Stanford hoping for one more impossible thing.

In the midst of dealing (or not dealing) with his impending death, a killer ghost ship, and Bela showing up out of the blue, Dean also has to figure out what’s going on in Sam’s head to make him so twitchy, why he’s suddenly breezing through this case while writing endless notes in a notebook he won’t let Dean see. Damn it, Dean thinks, This is gonna take a lot of chickflick moments.

A post-first-time fic. With a lot of sex.

He doesn't know what it feels like anymore, to love Dean, but he can remember it so vividly it's almost as if he still does.

It was only when Dean and Cas arrived to Sam's house for the long weekend that anything began to seem out of place.

No one ever tells Dean anything. (or: Dean Winchester and the not-relationship crisis of 2014)

The first time it happened Dean was nineteen years old and he was drunk.

Dean says, “Just, don’t keep secrets from me, all right?” and Sam nods, and that’s the end of it.

Dean’s kinda shameless sometimes.

Cas is supposed to be happy.