Tag: ficlets

I did not expect this ship to be so fun, y’all

The sight of a violent murderer in a pale blue scarf
shouldn’t make Foggy feel kind of weird and fuzzy, but that’s just where he is
in his life right now. It’s like he has a type and that type is annoyingly
handsome, morally skewed vengeance seekers—only Frank, at least, is pointedly
honest. It shouldn’t make it okay, but it’s okay enough, and now he’s here,
wrapped in a scarf that Foggy knit because he needed something to do with his
hands while he was watching TV.

It’s pretty much what he’s got time to do at night
now, TV and handicrafts that his grandmother taught him to do, between working
late and Frank showing up at his door to sit silently and watch House Hunters International with him.

“Why would they need five bathrooms between two
people,” Frank will say, flatly.

“Sing it, sister,” Foggy will reply, grinning at the
way Frank’s lips twitch up, and that’s about it. Shared beers and space and
hidden smiles that make Foggy’s heart go so crazy that Matt fucking Murdock can
probably hear it, wherever he is.

Tonight, Frank doesn’t even knock, probably picks the
lock or something, so Foggy barely glances up at first. And then he’s standing
in front of Foggy and taking off his baseball cap and there it is: the sketchy,
poorly knit baby blue scarf that Foggy had shoved at him the last time and
said, “Here, it’s a cold night to murder, take the fruits of my labors.”

“Hey,” Frank says, gruffly.

“You’re wearing the scarf,” Foggy says, surprised. “You
look adorable.”

That’s absolutely not what he meant to say, but it’s
kind of true, and then something
happens that Foggy never expected to see: Frank blushes.

“Adorable,” he repeats, scoffing, unwinding the scarf
from his neck and tossing it in Foggy’s lap. “You got any food?”

“Leftovers in the fridge,” Foggy says, running his
fingers over the scarf and smiling. Frank futzes in his kitchen for awhile
before he sinks down next to Foggy on the couch, closer than he’s ever
been before, their thighs pressed together.

He takes the scarf again when he leaves without saying anything about it and drops a big hand to squeeze Foggy’s knee, once, before leaving and shutting the door quietly behind him.

For such a big guy, he moves through Foggy’s space so softly.