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Every Sunday Forever (If That's What It Takes) (4011 words) by coprime, Kimmy, StripedScribe, SnowyOwl102, Marv_with_a_v, 42donotpanic, AUofGoldandFantasies Chapters: 1/8 Fandom: Daredevil (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Matt Murdock & Franklin "Foggy" Nelson Characters: Matt Murdock, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson Additional Tags: POV Matt Murdock, POV Foggy Nelson, Time Loop, Aromantic Matt Murdock, Aromantic Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Queerplatonic Relationships, Queerplatonic Matt Murdock & Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Relationship Discussions, Coming Out, Self-Discovery, Queerplatonic Getting Together, Aromantic, Friendship, Round Robin, Angst, Fluff, Hugging, Magical Hugging Summary: Matt Murdock gets stuck in a time loop, reliving the same Sunday over and over. He tries to find a way to break the loop and the answer may lie in his relationship to his best friend Foggy.

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Good Things Can Happen Bingo

Hi good fanwork creator!

It is my greatest pleasure to announce that the Good Things Can Happen Bingo signs up are open!

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No deadline

No min/max word count

Original works are welcome

Any kind of artworks are allowed.

if you want to cross-post with other events and it's okay with them, go for it.

Tag Properly: SFW or NSFW.

I would like it noted that I was indeed not wrong and that I exceeded my word count of 27500 that I ended up with for this round. /lh

WIP Warriors FFB Edition 1

So, apparently one WIP Warriors isn't enough, so now there is Fandom Free Bingo Edition too...

Also I was more or less dared to make it 500 Words/Vote...

Yes, I should be doing other things, why are you asking?

This turned out so beautiful! Thank you so much 💜

“Harsh Autumn Days”

Gift for @42donotpanic for the prompt “knit blanket”

At first I thought about  hot chocolate and comfy blankets but I wanted to give it the #fratt edge so it turned out to be Frank patching Matt up after some battle. I’d like to think that DD’s clothes got wet and he’s cold. So Frank just pulled the most fluffiest knit blanket over the devils head. =)Hope you like it!

[Image Description: Black and white sketch of the Punisher cleaning Daredevil’s wounds. Frank is kneeling before a sitting Matt and cleaning his wounded knuckles with a cotton pad. Matt has several bandages already on his body and has a big knitted blanket pulled over his head and shoulders, gripping onto it with his other hand. Daredevil also still has his helmet and pants an.]

#FrankCastle #MattMurdock #Daredevil 

@slashmultiverse Daily Pride Prompt Day 6: Voyage

@julybreakbingo Prompt: Pirate AU

Up Here

Clint was standing in the crow's nest, leaning into Bucky’s embrace and watching into the distance. He let his gaze wander over the open sea.

Up here, where he was alone and could see for miles and miles, surrounded only by water and wind, he felt truly free and truly like himself.

Under him, the crew was busy. People were cleaning the planks, working on the sails, or fixing the damage the last fight had caused. Men were running around, yelling, and working loudly.

But up here, everything was quiet.

Clint’s hearing had never been the best, but after years of cannon fire and taking a few too many hits, he was barely able to understand human speech anymore.

But that didn’t matter up here.

Up here, everything was quiet anyway.

Up here, everything that mattered was how far he could see and how early he could make out land or other ships.

There was a reason Clint was the one sitting in the crow’s nest. It was the same reason they called him Hawkeye.

Clint had always had phenomenal eyesight.

And that was everything that mattered up here.

Clint looked down for a moment. He saw the chaos and all the other sailors working.

Sometimes, he thought back to the days he spent running around, cleaning, or fixing stuff. It had been good days, full of excitement and other people.

Still, he preferred being up here.

Up here, he met few people.

Sometimes Bucky would join him when the chaos between the others got too much for him or when he felt lonely.

But most times, Clint was alone up here.

On long travels, Clint could spend days up here.

Only climbing down to fulfil basic human needs or when he saw a ship they wanted to fight.

Otherwise, he would stay up here, being visited by Bucky every once in a while but spending most of the time on his own.

Up here, everything he had was wind and weather, and the open sea.

That was everything he needed up here.

Up here, Clint felt safe.

And being up here meant to be free.

Being up here was what being a pirate meant to Clint.

Can also be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47701165

WIP Warriors Round 6

The WIP Warriors doesn't care that I have a thousand other things to do, so here is the next round and the next poll.

150 Words / vote. Please go ham.

Same Person, Different Font

Summary: Bucky recognises someone at a bar. And while the outside may have changed over the last few years, on the inside, they are still the same people.

Pairings: WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes)

Word Count: 2169

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Tags: Trans Clint, AU After College/University, AU Bar, First Meeting after Transition, AU No Powers

Warning: Trans Clint, Chronic Pain

Written for:

@winterhawkbingo : Trans!Clint

@buckybarnesbingo : "I knew it was you"

@multifandom-flash : An offer you can't refuse, Achey Scars

Once again asking, because all of these are really interesting, and i loved your fics! I'm really interested in 'Blind Hawkeye and Deaf Daredevil' 👀

Okay, I can't say too much about that one, because it's part of something else.

But it's pretty much what it says on the tin.

This is a universe something between Comic and MCU canon, Matt and Clint are Vigilantes and work with each other and the other Heroes.

They know each others identities, Matt knows Clint is Deaf and Clint knows Matt's blind. Everything pretty standard until there.

But that's where I'll just let two snippets speak for themselves:

Matt's POV:

When Matt woke up and opened his eyes, the morning sun was shining right into his face and blinding him. He squeezed his eyes shut again and threw an arm over his face with a groan. He lay motionless, cursing the morning light, before noticing something was wrong. It took him a moment to realise that he was not supposed to be able to even see the light, much less his bedroom or the city outside. Slowly, he pulled his arm away and gave himself a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation of light shimmering through his closed eyelids. After a few seconds, he turned away from the window before he dared to open his eyes again. When he did, his brain couldn’t quite translate the new signals yet, and everything just looked like blotches of light and dark and different colours. Matt blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes used to the brightness and focus on his surroundings. Very slowly, things started to make more sense. Blotches turned into shapes, and shadows turned into depth. After a while, Matt was able to recognise his surroundings, even though everything was still a little blurry. Still distracted Matt decided to get up and make some coffee to try to fully wake up before he called anyone. Maybe everything would make a little more sense then. He sat up in bed, pushed the covers off him, and swung his legs out of the bed with a soft thump when his feet hit the ground. Except there was no thump.

Clint's POV:

On the other side of the East River, in Bed-Stuy, a car horn pulled Clint from deep sleep. He jumped internally and opened his eyes at once. When he was greeted with pure darkness instead of the familiar sight of his bedroom ceiling, he started to panic. The car outside honked again, and a few seconds later, people started to shout. Overwhelmed by the noise, Clint grabbed at his ears and tried to rip his hearing aids out. The panic threatened to suffocate him again when he found nothing. The blonde turned and tried to drown out the sounds with his pillow, but it only muffled them and added the rustling of fabric and filling to the mix. Clint began to hyperventilate as memories of the circus, of fights that were loud enough for him to hear even without aids, and of people yelling at him for not understanding them combined with the strange mix of auditory overload and a complete lack of visual signals.  Quickly, he spiralled.

From there, a lot of questions have to be answered and problems to be solved and Clint and Matt both have to face a whole new challenge.

But like I said, I don't want to give away too much just yet.

Thank you so much for asking again (and feel free to ask for as many more as you like)

WIP Warriors Round 6

The WIP Warriors doesn't care that I have a thousand other things to do, so here is the next round and the next poll.

150 Words / vote. Please go ham.