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Pas de Deux – Chapter III
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Pas de Deux – Matt Murdock x F!Reader
A Languor Spell – Art Donaldson x F!Reader
I know Fisk is strong, but like … since when did he get the super soldier serum treatment?
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, description of injuries and blood, short and simple medical procedure, toxic environment.
Word Count: 5.9k
Author's Note: This is the longest chapter of the series to date! (by only 600 words but still). I ended up having to cut a chunk because time wasn't on my side and also I kept adding more stuff to the chapter and complicated the process. But here it is! I hope you will enjoy it 🫶
GIF Source – The GIF is extremely relevant!!
Your dance bag used to be indicative of your day. The heavier the bag, the longer the day, the more exhausted you'd be at the end of it. The bag would be strewn with multiple pairs of pointe shoes, two wrap skirts of different lengths, a practice tutu, warmup layers and tools, water and food. You would spend most of the day inside. Class in the morning, rehearsal for your part, and more often than not, understudy for Christine. You were only allowed to take your lunch break when the director was satisfied with your work, so it gave you an incentive to dance well and to perform perfectly every day. Every time. Some days, you didn't get a break until mid-afternoon. Despite your frustration and exhaustion, it was hard to find fault in Roger's teaching method as it clearly worked. A few passionate critics called you 'Roger Emerson's artistry crafted in a human form, and the true successor to Christine Lambert's illustrious career'. Jo and Amy shared a look of concern when you told them about the behind-the-scenes stuff, so you learned to sugarcoat the reality for them. You figured that they wouldn't get it. The harsh environment simply was something you had to live with in order to thrive. To be the best performer you could be.
not a question but i’m a professional ballet dancer and i’m loving ur pas de duex series!!! you have it pretty spot on with the accuracy so far but if u ever have any questions lmk and i’d be happy to help :) i’m loving it tho and i cant wait to read more 🫶🫶
Oh my god thank youuuuu??!!!!! That is such a relief to hear!! I wanted to write the Reader with a background in ballet with as much authenticity and accuracy as possible, especially ever since I came up with a storyline that I think works with Matt's yes pain yes gain always suffering vibe.
I absolutely adore ballet. Parts of what I write are from my own experience, but since I'm still quite new to the art myself (as an adult beginner), I've done my best to make it up by doing lots and lots of research. So I'm very happy to hear that everything is pretty much accurate! I also would love to take you up on your offer!! I'd love to write the professional ballet dancer experience as authentic as possible.
And thank you so much for your sweet message! Sometimes knowing that there are a few people out there who care about my story can really keep me going. I really appreciate you taking the time to send me a message!
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, description of injuries and blood, short and simple medical procedure, toxic environment.
Word Count: 5.9k
Author's Note: This is the longest chapter of the series to date! (by only 600 words but still). I ended up having to cut a chunk because time wasn't on my side and also I kept adding more stuff to the chapter and complicated the process. But here it is! I hope you will enjoy it 🫶
GIF Source – The GIF is extremely relevant!!
Your dance bag used to be indicative of your day. The heavier the bag, the longer the day, the more exhausted you'd be at the end of it. The bag would be strewn with multiple pairs of pointe shoes, two wrap skirts of different lengths, a practice tutu, warmup layers and tools, water and food. You would spend most of the day inside. Class in the morning, rehearsal for your part, and more often than not, understudy for Christine. You were only allowed to take your lunch break when the director was satisfied with your work, so it gave you an incentive to dance well and to perform perfectly every day. Every time. Some days, you didn't get a break until mid-afternoon. Despite your frustration and exhaustion, it was hard to find fault in Roger's teaching method as it clearly worked. A few passionate critics called you 'Roger Emerson's artistry crafted in a human form, and the true successor to Christine Lambert's illustrious career'. Jo and Amy shared a look of concern when you told them about the behind-the-scenes stuff, so you learned to sugarcoat the reality for them. You figured that they wouldn't get it. The harsh environment simply was something you had to live with in order to thrive. To be the best performer you could be.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, description of injuries and blood, short and simple medical procedure, toxic environment.
Word Count: 5.9k
Author's Note: This is the longest chapter of the series to date! (by only 600 words but still). I ended up having to cut a chunk because time wasn't on my side and also I kept adding more stuff to the chapter and complicated the process. But here it is! I hope you will enjoy it 🫶
GIF Source – The GIF is extremely relevant!!
Your dance bag used to be indicative of your day. The heavier the bag, the longer the day, the more exhausted you'd be at the end of it. The bag would be strewn with multiple pairs of pointe shoes, two wrap skirts of different lengths, a practice tutu, warmup layers and tools, water and food. You would spend most of the day inside. Class in the morning, rehearsal for your part, and more often than not, understudy for Christine. You were only allowed to take your lunch break when the director was satisfied with your work, so it gave you an incentive to dance well and to perform perfectly every day. Every time. Some days, you didn't get a break until mid-afternoon. Despite your frustration and exhaustion, it was hard to find fault in Roger's teaching method as it clearly worked. A few passionate critics called you 'Roger Emerson's artistry crafted in a human form, and the true successor to Christine Lambert's illustrious career'. Jo and Amy shared a look of concern when you told them about the behind-the-scenes stuff, so you learned to sugarcoat the reality for them. You figured that they wouldn't get it. The harsh environment simply was something you had to live with in order to thrive. To be the best performer you could be.
Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Our Journey So Far
When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.
💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude,
Mosab and Family ❤️
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Warnings: Fluff.
Word Count: 5.2k
Author's Note: The first chapter is finally here!! I'm very excited to bring this new series to you. It's what I've been thinking about for a few months now. It came to me while I was still working on A Languor Spell, and now I can give it my full attention. Thank you for your patience! I hope you will enjoy the first chapter!
P/S: This is my first time writing in present tense, so if there's any mistake please let me know so I can fix it!
Disclaimer: I'm not a professional ballet dancer. I'm an adult beginner, and I've been taking classes consistently for over a year now. I just want to say that the series isn't written with the experience of a professional ballerina, but with my love for the art and the extensive research that I've done and will continue to do. I don't choose to write the Reader as a ballerina because of the aesthetic, but because I think there are so many things to explore in the original story that I've come up with, with the Reader being in the industry.
GIF Source: @/petertingle-yipyip
There has always been an emptiness residing within the frame of your body. In the absence of your old life, it has grown expeditiously. It carves into your body and makes a home in the forefront of your mind. On worse days, you feel as if anyone can see at first glance, how incomplete of a person you are. On better days, like today, you can hide it well, even from your closest friend. But right now, sitting in a dimly lit bar across from the friend you have known since you moved to this city at 18, you feel the person you're supposed to be has taken your anatomy apart. You're disembodied, scattered, and fractional.
Reblogging this chapter because I made some changes to Reader's background. The changes are not significant, but they add to the severity and harshness of the environment Reader was in (in my opinion). They're in the conversation when Reader starts explaining her background to Matt and why she quit.
I'll paste the changes under the cut just in case you don't want to scroll.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Warnings: One morsel of angst.
Word Count: 3.1k
Author's Note: Forgive my clumsy attempt at writing a job interview. I haven't been to one in two years. Also, you totally saw this coming. Right?
You unbutton the coat, letting the air inside melt away the layer of chill that clings to your clothes. The building looks decently maintained, but you can spot the paint peelings on the wall, revealing another layer of colour underneath. The stairs creak when you take them, announcing your arrival. You’re not ready yet. The following steps are more carefully placed.
Standing in front of the office door with the practice’s name on the glass pane, you feel inapposite. You’re playing dressed up in a place clearly reserved for working professionals. It's an unfamiliar setting with a different uniform. Skin-tight leotard for a simple white blouse, knitted shrug for a sweater vest, dance tights for trousers, and low-heel pumps for pointe shoes. The trade-off is expected, yet you still don't feel right. Years given to a ballet company had really spoiled you.
But you hate standing anyone up more than anything, so you knock on the door. The conversation inside halts, followed by the scraping sound of a chair, then hastened footsteps. A man opens the door, his expression is one of curiosity.
cello i’m being so deadass when i say that i haven’t felt this giggly about in fic in so!! long!! that’s my boyfriend!!! and i get more chapters!! and he’s just so!! ugh!!!!
but anyway, the second reader was like “oh i bet he won’t recognize me” i stopped 🤨 because girl, hello?? i know you know he’s not that silly. matt recognizing reader’s voice made me laugh because i always pose that argument when it comes to daredevil!! like how did karen not recognize his voice at first??? lets use our thinking caps
in conclusion, i am loving this series so far and i love the atmosphere you’ve created (i literally wanna live in it all the time) and you’ve given me this family of characters to immerse myself in again after a long time and i so appreciate it ♥️♥️
Your thoughts are always such a refreshing glass of water on the hottest day!! Thank you for always sharing them with me 🫶
I feel like even if Matt didn’t have enhanced hearing, he would have recognized Reader’s voice anyway because he’s attentive. Reader was banking on the fact that she was nothing special/forgettable because *some* people have drilled that into her, so she’d slide under Matt’s radar simply because he couldn’t see her face like people with working vision do.
Thank you so much for sharing your lovely thoughts with me like always!! I appreciate you so so much 💕
‼️MAJOR QUESTION FOR DDBA EP 7‼️
⚠️Spoilers under the cut⚠️
This sucked. They show Matt looking over blueprints with his fingers in S1, where you can just about stretch that he can tell it’s a map of some kind, but it’s more of an Easter egg for comics fans. However, these paintings were not even textural enough to have shapes that would even tell you what they were. They straight up erased his blindness for convenience. They could have at least had a sculpture of her face, and it could make a shred of sense. No one thought of that?!
I am headcanoning that he smelled Heather from when her client visited her office. Maybe she has a really strong essential oil or something! Matt couldn’t tell she was the subject of the works, but he smelled her essential oil on them, because Muse would leave his appointment, come to the studio, and draw her, leaving traces in all those pictures that Angela told him were faces. That’s what happened!
THIS!!!! The reason why it bothered me so much is they treated Matt’s disability and abilities. His enhanced sense of touch isn’t a shortcut they could take to get themselves out of an easy-to-break-out-of bind. They could’ve had him listening in when the Task Force ID’ed Heather. Muse’s copy of Heather’s book could’ve had some sort of identifiable textures or texts. Even Heather’s smell from her book that Muse clearly has.
They could have had a much cleaner tie-in with Matt’s other senses, like you said, his sense of smell, but they chose this lazy way and expected the viewers to suspend their disbelief. Bad CGI I can somewhat overlook, but I find this specific writing, directing, and editing to be quite ableist. They essentially ignored Matt’s struggles as a blind man because of his enhanced abilities.
Guys I’m only on the 3rd chapter of Pas de Deux but my brain is screaming at me about a super angsty fic series that follows DD Born Again headcanons down to the capital T and it will not stop 😫😭
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Warnings: Angst, some fluff.
Word Count: 3.9k
Author's Note: Not my best work but hey it's honest work.
The soft shoes pull snugly on your feet as you point your toes, then force them to curl into themselves with your hands. You’re on the floor of your apartment, going through your old stretching routine. The stretch brings mild discomfort, but nothing alarming. You’ve expected some resistance, manifested in the way your muscles groan, your bones creak as you command your physicality to follow your memory. You much prefer the fleeting burn over the overwhelming sense of self-hatred you sometimes get when you see the stack of dead pointe shoes shoved in a corner of your closet. Still, discomfort grows in the pit of your stomach when you feel your body sigh in relief the further you go into the routine for an entirely different reason.
The compartmentalization of your emotions was what kept you sane throughout the enduring years under Roger Emerson’s artistic leadership. Over a year after you left, you find yourself using the system once again. Contention has weaved a thick and intricate web, clouding your mind when you need to see things clearly. You need to sort facts and feelings and put them in their respective cabinets, much like a small part of your job at Nelson, Murdock and Page.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Warnings: Angst, some fluff.
Word Count: 3.9k
Author's Note: Not my best work but hey it's honest work.
The soft shoes pull snugly on your feet as you point your toes, then force them to curl into themselves with your hands. You’re on the floor of your apartment, going through your old stretching routine. The stretch brings mild discomfort, but nothing alarming. You’ve expected some resistance, manifested in the way your muscles groan, your bones creak as you command your physicality to follow your memory. You much prefer the fleeting burn over the overwhelming sense of self-hatred you sometimes get when you see the stack of dead pointe shoes shoved in a corner of your closet. Still, discomfort grows in the pit of your stomach when you feel your body sigh in relief the further you go into the routine for an entirely different reason.
The compartmentalization of your emotions was what kept you sane throughout the enduring years under Roger Emerson’s artistic leadership. Over a year after you left, you find yourself using the system once again. Contention has weaved a thick and intricate web, clouding your mind when you need to see things clearly. You need to sort facts and feelings and put them in their respective cabinets, much like a small part of your job at Nelson, Murdock and Page.
