Dive Deep into Creativity: Discover, Share, Inspire
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52585972/chapters/166283593
Summary: Just because Matt worked at a Shop, didn't mean he was a Shop Boy at heart. Even if Victoria wanted to see him as one so badly.
Pairing: Matt Murdock/Yvaine (eventually), Victoria/Humphrey
Word Count: 2683
Rating: Mature
Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Canonical Character Death, Retelling, Fantasy, Blind Character, Blind Matt Murdock, Blind Tristan Thorn
@anyfandomangstbingo : Proposal
@anyfandomfluffbingo : Throwing Pebbles at the Window
@fandom-free-bingo :
Friendship of Convenience - August Chaos Friendship Edition
"I love you," "So you should" - Book Night Edition
"I don't have anything left to lose.", I'm Tryin' to Matter in Someone' Else's Eyes', Travel to Every Continent - Dream Edition
FREE SPACE, Sword OR Letter Opener, Date Gone Wrong - Fool's Edition
Dueling - Half-Baked Edition
Unemployed - Maritime May
Not Understanding, Sword OR Letter Opener - Tolkien Edition
Unemployed - Wild Edition
Hi, I have been summoned.
I have feels for this too.
Jack had the upper hand; he had control over the ring, and everything was going right.
But Matt had underestimated Creel.
And in his hazy state of what was probably at least a moderately severe concussion, so did Jack.
Creel landed a calculated hit, breaking out of the corner, then another to push Battlin’ Jack into the opposite corner and a third to knock him off his feet.
Jack hit the mat, but the smack of flesh on plastic-covered rubber wasn’t what took Matt’s breath away.
It wasn’t the sound of ribs creaking with the impact or the smell of blood spilling from yet another cut on Jack’s face either.
Tell me more about Double Kill for the wip ask game?
Double Kill is a collab with @42donotpanic for our Kill A Character bingo... Maximum feels and sadness. He sobbed, and nobody could fix him. He screamed, and soon even those that were supposed to care seemed to stop. His grief was unfixable, and it was better to spend time on the people the nuns could fix.
It was in the dark and cool of the night he’d find himself sneaking out to sit beside his father’s grave, the soil damp under the dew. There was little point in trying to sleep, he knew by now it was futile.