|| Black eyed & Blue ||
Chapter 1 - Skull & Crossed Wires
Frank Castle x Female Reader/OC
Notes: I'm posting this first short chapter in my Frank Castle and female OC/reader mini series in the hope that it will spur me on to finish it! I have some other chapters written already just need to get them where I want them and write some more. ๐
Warnings: kidnapping, blood, biting, general vampire themes, fluff & smut, frank being protective, Matt makes an appearance.
Please comment and let me know what you enjoy or would like to see as the story develops and I'll see what I can do!
Frank managed to limp his van to the nearest garage before it crapped out entirely. He had cleared it out after his latest 'road trip' back at the safe house. It wouldn't do any good if the mechanics found any of his arsenalโฆ
He left them with the keys and said he'd check back in a couple of days. Leaving a cell number was out of the question too, he still wasn't quite comfortable leaving much of a trace even if he was now 'Pete'.
He walked up to the shop office two days later, hopeful he could throw down a few hundred and get going. A fraught looking gangly guy was having an in-depth discussion on the phone as he entered. He passively waved Frank in the direction of the garage floor, pulling the phone away from his mouth and yelling towards the doorway.
"Blue! Customer!"
Frank gave him a semi-polite nod and headed through the side door where his van was jacked up, a pair of dark blue Converse sticking out from underneath.
"Uh, right. Guess it ain't ready yet." Frank ventured.
"No shit Sherlock." A voice came from below.
"Can see why you got Shaggy on the front desk there, customer service ain't your thing huh?"
The feet peddled their way out from under the van to reveal a woman with her hair tied up out of her face with a blue bandana. She had an oil-smudged face, and chipped sky blue nail polish on her fingers. Her mouth dropped open as she pushed herself up and took in the figure of Frank standing over her.
"Oh fuck- I mean, shit! Damn! Fuck!" She winced. "I'm really sorry misterโฆ thought you were Ray winding me up again. Sorry, I'm trying not to cuss as much but, umโฆ"
Frank couldn't help the sly smile from spreading across his lips.
"Think you're doin' well enough. Don't you worry about it. Maybe uh, you can gimme an idea when she'll be ready?"
She got to her feet, wiping her oily hands on her dirty coveralls, which were also blue.
"Well, that's the thing. I'm still waiting for a part to come. I woulda called you to let you know but, uh, you didn't leave a number soโฆ
"Yeah, don't have a phone." He scratched at the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Kinda hate all that tech shit y'know."
"Wow. Well, okay old man, I'm not sure exactly when it'll arrive, our supplier is vague at the best of times, I really wanna find someone better butโฆ"
Frank couldn't help grumbling a little. He was keen to get back on the road, after all, biker gang ass wasn't gonna kick itself. "Then I guess 'i'll just keep comin' back every day till she's ready."
Blue smiled politely. "Once it's here I'll get it fixed as fast as I can but if you refuse to have a phone like us regular people I guess that's just what you'll have to do. See you tomorrow then?"
Frank nodded. "Yeah. See ya tomorrow."
The next day Frank dropped by the garage late afternoon, he'd had a particularly rough night chasing down some dregs of the Dogs of War that refused to go down easily.
"Jeez, what the heck happened to you?" Blue asked, looking up and seeing the dark bruises around his eyes as she heard him come in. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking? Those are some shiners."
"Walked into the side of the door when I got up during the night to piss. Bein' how I'm an 'old man' an all," Frank deadpanned back.
"No shit. You gotta be more careful, looks a bit like someone belted you right in the kisser!"
Frank shrugs.
"To be honest I wouldn't be too surprised if they had. Don't take this the wrong way but you've kinda got one of those punchable looking faces, mister..?"
"It's uh, Pete." Frank replies with a slight chuckle, only slightly offended. "And is that so?"
She holds out her oily hand for him to shake. "Hi Mister Pete. They call me Blue. And yeah, I mean you're real good looking and all but-" she stopped as Frank shook his head and laughed.
"Jeez, I really gotta stop running my mouth around strangers! I am so sorryโฆ"
Frank holds up both hands giving her a smile, it had been a while since he had laughed as much. "Hey, no worries. Punchable and good lookin'? I'll take it. So, Blue, huh? No need for me to ask why I guess. "
She returns the smile, scuffing the toe of her shoe into the ground shyly. "I just like the colour."
Frank clears his throat. "So uh, there any news on that part yet?"
"Oh! Yeah, um it might be tomorrow butโฆ"
"Might not?" Frank finishes with a slightly tense shrug.
"Yeah, really sorry about this, Pete. I'd even go as far as to offer you a free coffee in apology but our machine's bust, and even if it was working it tastes crap anyway."
"Don't worry about it. Alright well, guess I'll seeya tomorrow again."
Blue gave him a little wave. "Yeah, seeya tomorrow Old Man, hope I've got some good news for you then."
Frank just shakes his head, smiling to himself as he leaves the garage and sets off back home.
The next day, when Frank turns up, Blue's face is bright with the biggest smile, and it only got brighter as she saw what 'Pete' had in his hands.
"Hey!" She greets him animatedly and it makes him feel a little warmer inside.
Frank nods then hands her one of the carryout cups of coffee he has. "Hey, didn't know how you take it but I got some sugar and milk here too if you want, seeing as your machine is broken an all."
Blue beams, her fingers brushing briefly over his as she accepts it. "Oh, thank you so much! And no, that's great, straight up is perfect, so kind of you, thanks Pete!"
Frank shrugs. "S'nothin'."
She takes a hearty sip and then remembers what she was about to say. "Good news by the way, the part arrived this morning! I'm about to get on it right now, shouldn't take too long if you don't mind waiting?"
Frank nods, finding a space to sit nearby. "Yeah, sure, if you don't mind me watching you work."
She disappears under the van. "Actually, gives me the chance to ask what the hell you've been putting this poor van through, you gotta take more care of her if you don't want to run her into the ground."
Frank huffed. "Yeah, just been real busy, y'know, and my work takes me all kinds of places, some uh, rough terrain."
"What kind of business are you in Pete?"
He scratches the stubble under his chin. "Uh, removals, pest control, odd jobs. That kinda stuff."
"A Pete of all trades?" Blue suggests, and Frank has to laugh.
"Yeah," again he feels the rare smile stretch his face as he strokes his stubbled jaw. "Somethin' like that."
It wasn't till later, when he was on the road again rummaging through the glovebox for the map when his hand landed on the tin of sweets. He took them out, curious seeing the note stuck to the lid.
'Something to sweeten you up, old man :)
-Blue'
He chuckles to himself as he opens the tin and takes a candy.
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Bella's Masterlist of Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Michael Kinsella, & Sam Winchester Series & One Shots
I am currently working on multiple series and fics for Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Michael Kinsella, and Sam Winchester. I've updated my Masterlist so that each link will bring you to a separate, organized Masterlist for each specific character because there are just so many now! There's also some "bonus" characters I write for listed at the bottom of this Masterlist (Henry from Eat Locals and Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead). Always feel free to chat with me about any of the fics or characters I'm writing for. Y'all know I'm chatty!
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hi, idk if you write this kind of thing but would you mind writing something with either carmy berzatto or frank castle and a recovering addict! gf?
she relapses and he's angry but he loves her so he's gentle. he doesn't know what to do.
iโm not doing so well atm and iโm really struggling to stay clean, your writing and just fics in general really help take me out of my own head.
There's Always Tomorrow.
Frank knows you better than you know yourself. It's a blessing and a curse.
Author's Note - hi sweet anon. i'm sorry to hear you're not doing so well at the moment. i lost a good friend of mine to addiction, and i know how hard it can be. just know that you're never alone - there's always someone you can talk to. you're doing amazing, and I'm wishing you all the best. you've got this.
i got this request and knew i had to write it, as it's something very close to my heart. i've tried to handle it as sensitively as possible, without going into too much explicit detail. i've included some resources at the bottom of this post such as websites and hotlines if you feel like you need some support. so much love to anyone who's struggling. i see you, and i admire you. you're always stronger than you think x
Pairing - Frank Castle x Recovering Addict Female Reader
Age Rating - 18+
Warnings - addiction. mentions of relapse. talk of sobriety and being clean. cursing. please do not read if this will be triggering to you in any way.
Word Count - 1.7k
Masterlist. Requests.
Frank knows something is wrong the minute he walks through the door.
Usually, he yells honey, I'm home! and is greeted by you jumping into his arms, covering his face in kisses.
Today, you're nowhere to be found.
He's storming through your house, yelling your name at the top of his lungs. A thousand scenarios are running through his head, all of them horrifically tragic. He's terrified.
He gets to the closed bathroom door and yells your name again.
"Sweetheart, you in there?"
You don't reply, but he hears you sniffle.
"Shit, baby, are you cryin'? Open the door. Whatever it is, I'll fix it, okay?"
"You can't," you sob. "Not this time."
Frank has never heard you this upset, and he's starting to panic.
"Open the door, honey. Please. Just open the door and we'll work somethin' out."
"You don't want me to," you cry. "You're going to hate me."
"Hate you? I could never hate you. I love you, you know that. Open the door. Please."
You sniffle again, but make no attempt to move.
"Alright. I'm about to break it down. Move back, so I can kick it in."
"Don't you dare," you threaten. "This door was expensive."
"Then open it."
You're not sure if it's his words, or the way he sounds exhausted, but you decide to give him some respite. You stand up and turn the lock, before slumping back down into your spot on the floor.
Frank takes a good look at you, and his heart shatters.
Your cheeks are tracked with mascara stained tears. You're wearing nothing but a tank top and some underwear. Your hair looks like you've been running your fingers through it repeatedly. Your lips are bitten and raw. You look tired.
"Baby," he whispers. "What happened? Are you hurt? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," you lie.
"You're not fine. You're clearly not fuckin' fine. We don't lie to each other, do we?"
When you don't answer, he grabs your chin to look at him where he's standing.
"Do we?"
"No," you mutter, shaking your head. "We don't lie to each other."
"That's right," he says, moving to kneel in front of you. "Now please, honey. What happened?"
Silence. More sniffles.
"If I tell you, you're going to hate me. You're going to leave me and you're going to hate me."
"I don't think there's anythin' in the world that could make me hate you," he reassures.
Frank looks at you intently, proving you have his full attention. He cups your cheek gently, and waits for you to tell him the truth. Eventually, you speak.
"I relapsed," you whisper.
Frank's whole body goes rigid, and he freezes. He's still looking at you, but it's different now.
"Frank," you say gently. "Did you hear me?"
"I heard you."
Your blood runs cold. He sounds... distant. Detached. He sounds angry.
"Please don't hate me. I told you you'd hate me. God, I knew this would happen."
There are fresh, warm tears streaming down your face, dripping onto your shirt. Frank still remains stoic, removing his hand from your cheek.
"I don't hate you," he says eventually. "But I need you to give me a minute."
With that, he rises to his feet and leaves. You're left on the bathroom floor, sobbing and alone.
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Frank sits on the edge of your bed, trying his best to take deep breaths.
Your addiction isn't a secret. You've talked about it time and time again, telling Frank all of the details that you swore to yourself you'd never tell anyone. You met him, and felt instantly safe. He's the perfect confidant - he listens, he understands. He's compassionate, he's gentle, he's empathetic. You've opened up again and again, and Frank has never judged you once. It's one of the reasons you fell so hard for him.
You've been clean since you met him. A naive part of him hoped that he'd never have to see you otherwise. He knows that sobriety is a journey, he knows that it isn't linear. But he hasn't been through it. There's only so much he really understands. He tries, though. God, he tries.
He's sitting in your shared bedroom, wondering why he left you in the bathroom by yourself. Is it because he can't bear to see you upset? Is it because he can't handle it like he thought he could?
He realises, suddenly, that it's because he simply doesn't know what to do. He's never been in this situation before, and he doesn't know which course of action to take. Does he sit and cry with you? Does he yell at you to never do it again? Does he tell you he still loves you, no matter what? He decides, unsure, to try a mix of all three.
Frank strides back into the bathroom and sees you still in the spot he left you. You're still crying, and it lodges a lump in his throat. He fights back his own tears, and sits down next to you, pulling you into his arms.
"Hey, hey. You're okay. We're okay. It's all okay."
"It's not okay, Frank," you sob. "I'm so mad."
"At me? I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have stormed out like that. I just panicked and -"
"No, no. At myself."
Frank soothingly strokes your hair, rocking you gently. You relax into his hold, tears subsiding slightly.
"I've worked so hard on being clean. It's a choice, every single day. Why did I choose wrong today? I've ruined everything. I've fucked up all of my hard work, all of my progress."
"You know," he begins. "There's no end goal here. It's a constant journey. And on any journey, there's gonna be ups and downs."
You try to protest, but he cuts you off.
"One bad day doesn't determine the rest of the week. Or the rest of the month. Or the year. Okay?"
You nod your head, and he kisses your temple.
"There's always tomorrow, baby. There's always tomorrow. We can start again. Today doesn't undo everything. It just changes your course a little."
"Frank Castle. A poet. Who knew?" you tease. He laughs, and the vibrations buzz through you both.
"Only for you, honey."
You both sit on the floor for what feels like hours, content to just hold each other. Frank is wondering what caused the events of the day, what made you feel like you had no other option, where you even got a hold of everything. But he doesn't ask. He knows you'll talk about it tomorrow. Instead, he wraps his arms around you tighter, and tries to match his racing heart to the beat of yours.
"Promise me that if you feel like this again, you'll tell me. I don't care where I am, or what I'm doin'. We're in this together."
"I promise," you whisper.
"There's always tomorrow, honey," he murmurs into your hair.
"There's always tomorrow," you echo.
He's right. There's always tomorrow.
Al-Anon / Ala-Teen Hotline - 800-356-9996
SAMHSA Hotline - 1-800-662-4357
DrugFree Hotline - 855-378-4373
Alcoholics Anonymous (UK) - +44-800-9177-650
DAN 24/7 (England&Wales) - +44-808-8082-234
Narcotics Anonymous (UK) - +44-300-999-1212
MIND Website (lots of useful UK resources here)
SAMHSA Website (USA)
these are just a select few. there are hundreds, if not thousands, of websites, hotlines and places to turn for support if you're struggling. asking for help might be the hardest thing you'll ever do. but it's so worth it. promise x
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๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ฒ
๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐: this idea got stuck in my head, but enjoy another kinktober fic!
๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : dom!frank castle x sub!reader
๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ญ๐จ๐๐๐ซ ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ
๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฌ/๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ค/๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐๐ & ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐! ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ/๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐๐ฌ!
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๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: 18+, language, bondage, daddy kink, very light dumbification kink, light degrading kink, praise kink, oral (m receiving), face fucking, sorry for any missed typos!
"Look at you," Frank stepped back, admiring his work.
The knot was complex and tight around your skin- enough to leave little imprints.
You looked up through your eyelashes at the man towering over your body. The sight of the rope tied intracity around your chest alone was enough to cum- the way the thick rope highlighted your breasts and restrained your hands behind your back.
Tonight, Frank wanted to try something different than your usual. You weren't sure if you're like being this restrained, but when you caught a glimpse of yourself from the mirror behind him? You couldn't help but feel the flutter between your thighs.
"S'perfect," He mumbled, running the side of his finger under the side of your breast.
"What are you gonna do with me, Daddy?" Frank kneeled in front of you, dipping his hand between your legs, soothing your inner thigh.
"Hm, Daddy's gonna have so much fun with you, bunny." He smiles as his thumb runs over your clit.
Bunny.
Frank felt your pussy contract.
"You liked that one, didn't you?" The heat rose to your cheeks and you shyly nod.
He teased over your clit a few more times before pulling his hand away.
"You're gonna be a good little bunny and suck Daddy's cock, yeah?" Nodding gently, you settled back on your legs.
Frank stood up in front of you. His cock was already leaking with precum the moment he discarded his briefs. He's heavy and thick- it's a wonder how you're able to fit him inside you. The sight made your mouth water and reach to touch him, but you were stopped by the rope holding your wrists securely behind you.
"Aw, dumb bunny, did you forget you can't use your hands?" You could feel the arousal leak from your pussy.
"Daddy's gonna help you, you don't need to think about anything else except my cock." He stroked himself a few times in front of you, watching your eyes light up.
"Open." You stick your tongue out, waiting patiently for his next move.
Frank taps your tongue- teasing you, but you whine impatiently. He chuckles, slipping himself inside your mouth. Instinctually, you close your lips around his tip. You push forward, taking more of his length. Frank smiles at your obedience, caressing your cheek.
"Good girl. More." Obeying his command, you relax your jaw allowing him to push all of himself inside your mouth.
His tip grazes the back of your throat and you gag around him. Frank pulls himself out completely, letting you get a breath. Your chest heaves and your sounds are already horse.
"Just like that- 'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth now, okay?" Your pussy ached and you nodded eagerly, readjusting on your legs.
He gets a good grip on the back of your head before beginning with soft thrusts. There are incoherent curses each time he hits the back of your throat. You're looking up at him, not breaking eye contact- even as the saliva and precum drip down your chin.
Frank loved how obedient you are, how willingly you were to give up breath for a taste of his cock.
You kept attempting to reach for him, only to be reminded that it wasn't an option. It began to frustrate you and tears swelled in your eyes.
Frank watched as the tears trickled down the sides of your face as you fought against the rope. You knew it was a losing battle, the knots were too thick.
Oh, the tears. The tears.
"Oh, bunny, you look so fucking pretty crying over my cock-" He grunted, picking up the pace.
"That mouth- fuck- 'm gonna cum-" Soon your throat became numb and you're eyes fluttered open- the only thought running through your mind was his cum.
"Shit, bunny, s'perfect for me, choking my cock like that-" His thrust became sloppy and you're whining around him, begging for his cum.
Frank holds himself against your mouth as ropes of cum shoot down your throat. The moans get caught in his throat but escape with such rasp.
Pulling himself out, his cum spills around the corners of your mouth. You're gasping for air, but Frank kneels down and holds your throat. You stick your tongue out, showing him that you've swallowed all you could. Frank is beaming and brings his mouth to yours.
"That's my fucking girl, such an obedient slut." Frank is in awe of you, how eager you are to please him, and good you always make him feel.
"Daddy's so proud of you," Frank helps guide you to stand.
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๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
pairing: frank castle x fem!reader
word count:ย 5.4k words
summary: in which you want to get revenge on the people that killed your brother, but you needed frankโs help to do so
warnings:ย explicit language, death of a loved one, blood/mentions of violence, angst, implied smut
authorโs note:ย i was working on this on and off for the past maybe three months (going through that never ending cycle of gaining inspiration and then losing it). and iโm so happy that itโs final done! and i really love how it turned out!! hope yโall enjoy<333 (full folklore series here!)
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โand there's nothin' like a mad woman. what a shame she went mad. no one likes a mad woman. you made her like that.โ
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โYโsure you donโt want to just stay here?โย
Frankโs question didnโt surprise you, but that didnโt change how annoyed you immediately felt by it.ย
โIโm not letting you go in there alone,โ You were quick to tell him, and you firmly buckled your seatbelt to show him how serious you were. โEspecially because youโre only doing this for me.โ
โIโve done worse things.โ
It was hard to rebuttal Frankโs statement because you knew exactly how true it was, but you still said something. โIโm coming.โ
Frank only nodded his head at your words before finally beginning to drive the car the two of you were sitting in.
If it were a year ago, you wouldโve actually understood Frankโs hesitance toward you coming because, in comparison to who you were now, you were completely different then. And sometimes, it surprised you how vastly your life had managed to change in just twelve months.ย
However, if it was also a year ago, you wouldnโt have needed Frank in the first place.ย
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โnow i breathe flames each time i talk. my cannons all firin' at your yacht. they say, "move on", but you know, i won't.โ
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Five Weeks Earlier
The pain in your wrist was what woke you up.ย
A part of you felt upset because every other night, the sleep you had been getting in your motel room located in the middle of nowhere Illinois was shitty, but the deep state of rest that youโd found yourself in that specific night actually felt really good.ย
When you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was Frank Castle sitting across the room in the creaky wooden chair that you hated.ย
โJesus Christ,โ You said, shooting upward in surprise, and from the tug of your arm, you noticed why your wrist was hurting in the first place; it was handcuffed to the headboard. โWhat the hell?โ
Frank dismissed your previous statements and instead leaned forward in the chair, squinting at you. โYouโve been following me for the past two weeks. Why?โ
You mentally kicked yourself because, apparently, you hadnโt been as discreet as you thought youโd been. However, the man in front of you was Frank Castle, so it probably wouldโve been more surprising if he didnโt notice you.ย
You took a moment to truly think about how to respond to him. The next words that you would say would be the most important, and you knew that this was essentially your โmake or breakโ moment with him. That was why you had only been mildly stalking him for the past few weeks instead of approaching him at any of the places you had followed him to. Because you couldnโt figure out the best way to actually talk to him. What you wanted, needed, from him was so important to you, and you couldnโt risk screwing it up.ย
After Frank stared at you as you took what felt like hours to think of what to tell him, you settled on simply saying, โI want your help.โย
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and his head cocked slightly to the side. โWho are you?โย
It sounded like a fairly easy question he was asking you. But you knew that it wasnโt; he wanted more than just you simply responding with your name.ย
โEight months ago, my brother was murdered,โ You started and then stopped immediately. Those words still felt so foreign falling from your lips. โHe got involved with this fucked up group of people that he thought were his friends at first, but then they wanted him to do a bunch of illegal shit; robberies, drug deals, kidnappings, pretty much any horrific thing you could think of. And when he tried to get out, to leave, they killed him.โ
You left out the part about how you had been so close to getting him out of it all. That days before Jackson was supposed to board a flight to where you lived in Seattle, they shot him and left him for dead in the middle of a park.ย
You also didnโt tell Frank that sometimes you couldnโt help but blame yourself because you had left him alone in New York. Even though when you got your job in Washington, Jackson had begged you to go because he knew how much you had wanted the job and to get away from New York. The city that took your parents and left you as the only guardian of your brother since you were sixteen and he was five.ย
But that still didnโt stop you from blaming yourself. For not forcing him to come with you when you got the job, to get a fresh start like you wanted in a completely new place, sooner. Even though he was twenty and could make his own decisions, he was still your little brother, and you always wanted to protect him.ย
You didnโt say any of that to Frank, though, because you knew it wasnโt needed. That information wasnโt important to the task at hand.ย ย
Instead, you said, โAnd I found them. Exactly where they are in New York. What theyโre doing right now, and what theyโre planning to do. But I need your help. I know who you are and what you do, and I want those people that killed my brother dead. And youโre the only person that could possibly care and help me with that.โ
Frank was silent once you finished speaking and your explanation just lingered in the air of the motel room. It was then, in that moment of quiet, that you were reminded of how badly your wrist was feeling.ย
โSo,โ You decided to break the prevailing silence. โCan you help me?โ
Instead of answering your question, Frank posed a few of his own. โHow do you know where these guys are? How do you know anything about them?โ
Frankโs lack of a response to your very important question didnโt worry you. In fact, a part of it made you inwardly smile. Because he wasnโt saying no to you, at least not yet, and that gave you all the hope you needed at that moment.ย
โI work with computers; I.T., data analysis, it feels wrong to say hacking because of its negative connotation, but yes, that too,โ You began explaining, happy to tell Frank what you had decided to look into a few months ago when your grief morphed from intense sadness to anger. โAnd these guys are idiots. It took me less than an hour to get into my brotherโs phone, get these guysโ numbers, and find every single piece of information about the shit theyโre doing. I tracked the warehouse that theyโre set up at outside of Long Island, and I got into all of their phones, so I know every single text message and call theyโre making at any time.โ
Frank studied you for a moment, almost as if he was trying to see how honest you were being. โI wanna see.โย
โItโs all on my laptop. In my bag, on the table by the door,โ You responded quickly, and Frank was quick to reach into your bag and hand your laptop over to you. You gestured your head in the direction of your wrist that was still cuffed to the headboard. โCould you take the handcuff off?โ
Frank nodded as he pulled a key out of his back pocket and finally unlocked the handcuff, taking it off your wrist. You almost immediately began rubbing it, trying to ease away some of the pain.ย
โItโll be bruised for a bit, but it should stop hurting after a day or two.โย
You didnโt say anything in response to that, although you did appreciate Frankโs words. Instead, you opened up your laptop and began pulling up the information that he wanted to see.ย
As he looked at your computer, you abruptly said, โThank you.โ
Frank shook his head at you. โI havenโt said yes. That I would help you.โ
You simply nodded understandingly at his words. However, there was a certain look of intrigue on his face as you showed him everything you knew about your brotherโs murderers that told you otherwise.ย
He didnโt have to say it aloud, and a part of you thought he might never actually say it out loud, but it didnโt matter because Frank Castle was going to help you. That was something you knew for certain.ย
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โi'm takin' my time. takin' my time. 'cause you took everything from me.โ
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It was nearing eleven when you and Frank pulled up across the street from the warehouse that housed the people that killed your brother.ย
A part of you felt nervous knowing what was going to happen, but the other part of you felt happy that something completely justified was about to occur.ย
โTheyโre all in there, right?โ
You looked down at your laptop, which currently showed the pinpointed locations of the cellphones of everyone involved.ย
Apparently, from the text messages and phone calls you had been monitoring, there was an important meeting happening right then about the next robbery they were planning.ย
โYes, theyโre all there and have been for the last thirty minutes.โ
โOkay,โ Frank responded. โThen itโs time.โ
You nodded and shut your laptop before placing it in the backseat. When you turned your attention back toward Frank, you noticed a certain look on his face that you couldnโt necessarily decipher, but for some reason, it worried you.ย
You almost asked him what was wrong, but he grabbed your arm before you could mutter out the first word of the question and handcuffed your wrist to the steering wheel. You were too in shock about what was happening that you couldnโt even put up a fight against him.ย
โFrank, what the hell are you doing?โ
โRemember that conversation we had a few weeks ago?โ
You knew exactly what he was talking about, but you didnโt allow yourself to acknowledge it right then. โI donโt care about the conversation. Uncuff me, Frank.โ
โIโm not gonna do that,โ He shook his head at you. โInstead, Iโm gonna go inside that warehouse, handle this for you, and then come back out. Okay?โ
โNo.โ
None of this conversation truly felt real to you. The plan that you had curated with Frank over the past weeks felt like it was going completely down the drain. And although sometimes, deep down, you thought maybe youโd be the one to bail out and change things up at the last second, instead, it was Frank forcing you to do so, and you couldnโt believe it.ย
He didnโt respond to your one-word protest and instead opened the driverโs seat door.ย
There felt like there wasnโt really any hope that Frank would change his mind, but you couldnโt allow yourself not to try at least once more.ย
โPlease, let me go in there with you. I want to do this.โ
He only looked at you for a moment before saying, โNo, Iโm not letting you do this. Youโre a good person, and doing this will change that. As much as you think it wonโt change you, it will. And Iโm not gonna allow that to happen. So, just let me handle this for you.โ
You didnโt get another chance to protest because Frank stepped out of the car before you could say anything.
He was protecting you, and you knew that. But, it also felt like after over a month of knowing one another, he still only saw you as weak, as someone that needed saving.ย
And that made you angry because you never wanted him to save you; you just wanted him to help you. You truly wanted to fight your own battle and hurt the people that hurt your brother, and he took that opportunity away from you.ย
As you heard the trunk pop open and Frank reach for the guns that he put back there, two of which were supposed to be yours, you couldnโt help but think back to the conversation he had been referring to only moments ago.ย
There was a certain thing he said during the minor argument that happened during that conversation, and thinking about it right then, with your wrist uncomfortably handcuffed to the steering wheel, it finally made you realize that maybe you shouldโve seen all of this coming.ย
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โwhat did you think i'd say to that? does a scorpion sting when fighting back? they strike to kill, and you know i will. you know i will.โ
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Three Weeks Earlier
You couldnโt put your finger on it, but there was something worse about the motel room in Long Island than the one in Illinois.ย
The smells there were far worse than what youโd experienced in Illinois, but there was something else too, something that you couldnโt fully decipher.ย
Maybe it was simply the place itself. You were back in New York, the city that took your parents and your brother too, and you truly hated being there. It no longer felt like any sort of โhomeโ to you, and it hadnโt in a really long time.ย
However, knowing what you were doing there and what was soon to come made the smallest part of you feel good about being there. And you had Frank too, as both quiet and annoyingly bossy as he was.
โWhy are we waiting so long?โ You had asked him one night as the two of you sat opposite one another at a diner.ย
โWaiting is good. Waiting lets us know exactly what weโre up against. The guys may be idiots about keeping their shit off of computers, but they might be smart about other things,โ Frank explained as he adjusted the hat on his head that he was using as part of a disguise. A part of you couldnโt help but reluctantly agree with his words. โAlso, you need as much target practice as you can get. Youโve gotten better in the past week, but youโre still pretty bad.โย
You felt absolutely offended by the statement but still knew that he was completely right. However, that didnโt stop you from rolling your eyes at him and dryly saying, โThanks for the words of encouragement.โย
โYouโll be ready when the time comes.โ
You didnโt thank him for the actual words of encouragement and instead just took a bite from one of the last few fries on your plate.
The ending of that conversation left you feeling the tiniest bit hopeful, glad that Frank seemed as if he believed in you and that the two of you were actually a team in all of this.ย
However, on a different night, only a few days later, the conversation had been much different.ย
โDoing this wonโt take the pain away,โ Frank had told you. He was sitting at the foot of the double bed that was closer to the door, and you were in the other with your back against the headboard. The tiny television was on and playing reruns of Friends, as it probably had been all day. Your head immediately turned in Frankโs direction when you heard his abrupt words and as he continued speaking. โAt the end of the day, heโll still be gone.โ
โI know,โ You said, the two words coming out a bit sharper than you meant for them to. You cleared your throat. โBut that doesnโt mean his murderers should continue to run free and keep doing severely fucked up shit.โ
โI agree, but I wanted to tell you, so you can make sure you understand what youโre gonna do.โ
โI know,โ You told him. This time your voice was softer as you said the same two words.ย
โYouโre a good person. Doing this, killing people, can change that.โ
โYou are too.โ
โIโm not a good person.โ
โI donโt believe that.โ You were quick to shake your head. โYouโre helping me. For absolutely no reason. Thereโs gotta be some good in you, Castle.โย
He bypassed your statement. โJust think about this, okay?โ
โMy mind is already made up and has been for the past four months,โ You told him before getting under your blanket and then turning on your side, facing away from Frank. You werenโt the least bit tired right then, but you were happy to pretend to bring an end to the conversation.ย
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โwhat do you sing on your drive home? do you see my face in the neighbor's lawn? does she smile? or does she mouth, "fuck you forever"?โ
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Over the next three weeks, that conversation never came up again, so you thought that Frank ultimately stood by your decision.ย
However, you were wrong. And you werenโt entirely sure how you felt about that just yet.ย
Yes, you were mad at Frank, but you couldnโt allow yourself to hate him until you heard a good enough explanation as to why he wanted to do this without you. And not one that solely consisted of him calling you a โgood personโ because that sounded like a bullshit cop-out to you.ย
It wasnโt long after Frank slammed the trunk shut and walked toward the warehouse that you heard the faint sound of gunshots. The sound startled you, even though you knew that it was coming, and you hated that the smallest, smallest part of you was glad that you werenโt in there.ย
And that felt like a betrayal to not only yourself but especially your brother.ย
You tried hard to push away the thoughts you knew would come next. The thoughts that you had successfully buried deep down for the past month youโd been with Frank. They were the thoughts that told you that you were to blame for what happened to your brother and that you shouldโve tried harder to save him. When you thought about it long enough, the pain you felt from his death still felt fresh.ย
You suddenly felt insanely claustrophobic, and you started yanking your handcuffed wrist hard in efforts to get yourself freed from the steering wheel. Of course, that did nothing but only hurt your wrist even more. However, you didnโt care because at least trying to do something at that moment felt better than wallowing in silence and crying as you thought about your brother.ย
Barely twenty minutes later, you heard the sound of the trunk opening again. You hadnโt been paying attention to the sounds of the gunshots anymore, instead successfully dissociating yourself from the moment entirely, so you hadnโt noticed when they stopped, and hearing the trunk right then surprised you.ย
You roughly wiped at your cheeks, which were unsurprisingly wet with tears, because some things you couldnโt push away, as you heard the trunk slam shut. And then moments later, youย heard the driverโs side door open, and Frank get inside.ย
He uncuffed your wrist without saying a word and especially didnโt say anything about the bruises already forming on your skin; from your pointless attempt to break free. He looked at your faceโ well, only the side of it, since you were staring straight ahead and avoiding eye contact with himโ and he didnโt say anything about the fact that he could tell youโd been crying.ย
Instead, he just started driving.ย
You allowed yourself to take one quick glance at him, and right when you did, you knew that the sight of him with blood all over his clothes and face would never leave your mind. You silently wondered how much of it was his own.ย
Instead of asking, you turned your head and decided to stare out the window as Frank drove back to the motel.ย
โDonโt be fucking mad, okay?โ He finally broke the prevailing silence after about five minutes. โItโs done and over now, and thatโs what you really wanted, right?โ
โThank you,โ You told him, words completely sincere, and you hoped your next ones came out the same exact way. โBut, also, fuck you, Frank.โ
He didnโt say anything in response to that, and you didnโt necessarily want him to, so it was a win-win situation in your eyes. Silence prevailed once again, and you continued to look out the window.ย
โThere was no reason for you to come in too,โ Frank finally spoke. โIt was seven guys. Iโve handled more than that, and smarter ones than that, before. Too many times to fucking count.โ
โThatโs not the point,โ You responded and then sighed, not having the energy to explain yourself further.ย
โThen what is the point?โ Frank asked and then huffed when you didnโt say anything after a few moments. โExactly.โ
You let out a long breath before speaking. โI wanted to see them get what they deserved. I wanted to see them pay for what they did to him. Thatโs the point.โ
Frank abruptly pulled the car over and looked at you. โSo, what? You wanna go back? You wanna go see their lifeless bodies?โ
You met his glare with a harsh look of your own and tilted your head a bit. โAnd what if I said yes?โ
He shook his head and rolled his eyes at you. โIt doesnโt matter because you wouldnโt say yes. You donโt have the stomach for that shit. As much as you keep trying to convince yourself otherwise, youโre not this kind of person.โ
โYou act like you know me, Frank, but you donโt. Like, how you keep spewing this shit about how Iโm a โgood person.โ Well, Iโm fucking not.โ You wanted to scream that at him, but you didnโt, and instead pulled your eyes away from his and went back to staring straight ahead at the empty road. โAnd you want to know how I know that? Because what happened to Jackson is my fault.โ
โNo, itโs not.โ
You almost didnโt respond to him, but ultimately you did. โI left him, and he fell in with that group of people that hurt him. I shouldโve forced him to leave the city when I did. But I didnโt. And I truly hate myself for that.โ
That was the first time that you admitted out loud how much you blamed yourself for your brotherโs death. And hearing the words finally fall from your lips made them feel even truer to you, and it also made your last sentence feel a thousand times more right as well.ย
You sincerely did not want to hear Frank say anything in response to any of what you had just said, and instead, you wanted the conversation to end there. He must have read your mind because he didnโt say anything else the rest of the drive back to the motel.ย
When he pulled into the parking lot, you stayed in the car as he exited and went to walk inside the room. He didnโt question you about what was going on in your head, which you were grateful for.ย
You sighed and let your eyes slip shut. A part of you wanted to cry, but the other part of you felt too empty and numb, so ultimately, you just sat in the car in silence.ย
It almost pained you to realize how right Frank was.ย
Now that this was doneโ you got your โrevengeโโย it changed nothing for you. Jackson was still gone, you were still hurting, and it wasnโt only that you lost him; you lost the final person in your family. Now you had no one.ย
Although you already felt pretty numb, you sincerely craved a drink of anything, and the liquor store down the road suddenly sounded like a really good idea. But, instead, you walked into the motel room and could immediately hear the sound of the shower running. When you closed the door behind you and locked it, you planned to force yourself to sleep and hope tomorrow would bring better feelings, even though you were unsure what you would do next.ย
However, when you saw the bathroom door open and heard Frank say the words, โI need your help,โ you knew that you probably wouldnโt be sleeping any time soon.ย
He only had a towel wrapped around his waist, and if this was any other moment, you wouldโve allowed yourself to admire his body and how good he looked, a fact that never had been lost on you. However, all you could process was the gash on his hip, where you could tell a bullet had grazed him.ย
โYouโre bleeding,โ You said, stating the obvious.ย
โYeah, thatโs why I need your help,โ He responded and then looked down at the open wound, examining it for a second. โItโs actually pretty deep so I need you to stitch me up.โ
You hesitantly nodded and then went to grab the first aid kit that was packed in your suitcase and went over to where Frank was standing by the sink.ย
โIโve never done this before, so it is probably going to look very bad,โ You told him before bending down to start stitching him up.ย
He shrugged halfheartedly and glanced down at you for a brief moment. โItโs fine.โ
You gave him a small nod and then pushed away the nausea you were already feeling because you had to do this.ย
For the first time that night, you felt like things were too quiet, and the sounds of Frankโs soft winces as the thin needle pierced his skin didnโt fill the silence in a way that made things feel any sort of comfortable.ย
Therefore, you decided you had to say something. โYou were right.โ
He didnโt say anything for a few moments, so you took that as your cue to keep going.ย
โThe pain hasnโt gone away. And honestly, it might feel a bit worse than before; I am not entirely sure yet.โ The fact that you werenโt looking Frank straight in the eyes as you spoke made it easy for you to continue to ramble on and say the things that you wouldnโt have told him, or anyone, any other time. โHe was the last person I had, and now I have no one. And now that this is over, that fact just feels much more solidified. So yeah, you were right, and Iโm glad I wasnโt in there with you. And honestly, maybe none of this shit you did for me really mattered in the first place. I donโt feel angry about it anymore. I just feel so fucking sad.โย
There was more you could say, but you knew that you needed to stop there before you turned into a sobbing mess on the white-tiled floor.ย
โI didnโt wanna be right.โ Frank finally spoke, and you stayed quiet, not saying anything more as you finished stitching him up.ย
โYouโre done,โ You told him before standing up and purposely avoiding his eyes. โAnd I need alcohol, so Iโll be right back.โ
Frank furrowed his eyebrows at you as he went to slip on a black t-shirt. โAre you sure about that?โ
You didnโt turn around as you walked toward the door. โPositive.โ
Of course, you knew it was a bad idea, and maybe you shouldโve noticed the wary look on Frankโs face directed at you, but right then, you didnโt really care.ย
Your journey to and from the liquor store down the street surprisingly took less than twenty minutes, and when you entered the motel room again, you didnโt waste any time unscrewing the bottle of dark tequila and taking a swig from it.ย
Usually, it took at least four shots for you to effectively feel something; even in college, your tolerance for alcohol had been good. However, this night you only needed to take two shots for your mind to feel fuzzy. You chalked it up to the fact that you had already felt pretty numb inside.ย
After your many persistent requests, Frank joined you and took small swigs from the bottle as well. The two of you sat at the foot of the bed that was his and traded the tequila back and forth as an old sitcom played on the small television, and a silence that you didnโt mind took over.ย
โYouโll be fine eventually,โ Frank abruptly said as he placed the top on the bottle and put it on the floor, an action that you didnโt protest because you knew that it was definitely for the best.ย โIt wonโt hurt forever.โ
Without much thinking, mainly because your brain couldnโt allow you to do a lot of thinking, you leaned your head against Frankโs shoulder and hoped that he would also be right about that because, quite honestly, you were tired of feeling sad.ย
โI truly hope so,โ was what you wanted to tell him, but you couldnโt form the words on your lips. However, you still wanted to somehow show him that you appreciated his words.ย
You pulled your head off of his shoulder and turned closer toward him to let your lips softly press against his cheek. The proximity was dangerous, and it was in that moment that you let yourself recognize how attractive Frank was; a thought that had been off limits from the second you decided you wanted his help to kill your brotherโs murderers because you knew that thinking about him in that way would only pull your mind away from the task at hand. But, now, the task was over.ย
Therefore, you allowed yourself to think about the stubble on his cheek and how it tickled your chin and made you want to smile. And you also thought about how nice he had always been to you, even when he showed it to you in a shitty way.ย
He might not have seen himself as a good person, but to you, he was.ย
You allowed yourself to meet his eyes for a brief moment, unable to read his expression, before letting your lips slot against his. You immediately tasted the tequila on his mouth, which sent a shiver down your spine but also warmed your insides.ย
For some reason, kissing Frank at that moment didnโt feel wrong to you, and you could tell by the way that Frankโs hand found your cheek and pulled you the tiniest bit closer to him that maybe it didnโt feel wrong to him either.ย
You slowly pulled away for a moment to catch your breath and maneuver yourself, with the help of Frankโs hands on your waist, so that you were straddling either side of his lap. When your lips found his again, you let your fingers thread themselves in his short hair. It was both slightly surprising and flattering to feel how hard he was beneath you, and the feeling made you moan in his mouth.ย
Abruptly, Frank pulled away, and your confused eyes met his gaze as he softly said, โYouโre sad and drunk right now.โ
Both things he said were very true, but that didnโt mean that you wanted any of this to stop.ย
โItโs okay. I promise,โ You told him and started to slowly move against him. However, both of Frankโs hands found your hips and halted you. You sighed before letting out a soft, โPlease.โ
You hated how desperate you sounded at that moment, but you couldnโt help it. For once, you didnโt want to think about anything, and you wanted Frank to do the same.ย
He simply looked at you and didnโt say anything for a few moments. You could tell that he was contemplating things, but the fact that he hadnโt moved you off of his lap yet gave you a small sliver of hope.ย
โItโs okay,โ You told him again and hoped you could convey to him how entirely true those words were. You knew that you wouldnโt regret this, even once your mind was fully cleared and devoid of alcohol.ย
He didnโt verbally respond to you and instead pressed his lips against yours, which was a response you liked better anyway.ย You couldnโt help but smile into the kiss before matching his intensity with your own and passionately moving your mouth against his.
It didnโt take long for you to end up with Frank on top of you, clothes still on but wildly anticipating the moment they werenโt anymore.ย
For once, something actually felt okay in your life, and you couldnโt remember the last time that was true. Since your brother died, you felt lost; and perhaps even before then, that feeling wasnโt too far off.ย
It worried you thinking about what was next; even the thought of tomorrow scared you, knowing that somehow youโd have to go back to a life that was normal. But you didnโt want to think about that too much because doing so scared and confused you.ย
As Frank peppered harsh kisses against your neck, leaving marks that would definitely be there for the next few days, you knew that there was one thing that remained certain. At that moment, you wanted him, and he wanted you. Even if it would be just for the night.ย
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โand you find something to wrap your noose around. and there's nothin' like a mad woman.โย
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I need to hold Frank Castle's scarred hand in mine while we're sitting down at a bench in the park eating ice-cream. I just know his hand is so warm and he's always warm because he's just so big and we've all seen him wear hoodies with no layers outside while everybody else is wearing jackets to shield themselves from the cold.
need to hold his hand so bad.
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Northern Attitude
Summary: Frank Castle x fem!OC (meant to be interpreted as Frank Castle x Reader). As Frank realizes that he and Wren are growing closer, he lashes out in fear. Hurt/comfort ensues.
Content Warnings: she/her pronouns used for Wren, misogynistic language, swearing
WC: 2.3k
Note from the author: This is my first ever fic so please let me know if you like it! Lore for the universe that this story takes place in can be found here!
โIf the sun don't rise 'til the summertime, forgive my northern attitude. Oh, I was raised on little lightโ
โNorthern Attitude by Noah Kahan (itโs a great song! Check it out.)ย
In hindsight, she shouldnโt have pushed him so far when he was already in a bad mood. Though, to be fair, she just wanted to help.ย
โFrank, pleaseโฆโ She tried again, her resolve standing strong despite his complaints.ย
โNo, Wren. Itโs getting cold. We canโt be stopping for every little thing.โ He pushed ahead, not looking at her.ย
โLittle thing? Frank, you got stabbedโโ
โโStabbedโ fuckโs sake. He barely touched me. Besides, bleedinโ comes with the territory.โ
โGods above,โ she rolled her eyes. โPlease, just stop for a moment so I can take a look? If it gets infectedโโ
โโm fine Wren,โ he grumbled. โDrop it.โ
โIt wonโt take long. Just a few minutes to clean and rewrap it!โ She offered, hopefully.ย
โNo.โย
โButโโ
โFOR FUCKโS SAKE, WREN. NO!โ Frank roared, spinning to face her. Wren stepped back slightly as he continued. โYou think that because youโre here now, stuck to me like a thorn in my side, I need your help every time some bastard nicks me? I was damned alright on my own. Stop fuckinโ pesterinโ me about it and start walking.โย
Frank spun back to the trail, stomping away, boots crunching on the partially frozen soil.ย
Wren pressed her lips together, guilt welling up in her throat. She shifted her pack to the other shoulder and started after him, keeping farther behind than before.ย
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After a few hours of walking in tense silence, the pair finally stopped at an inn. While she was quite ready for a meal and a break from trekking through dense forest, sheโd been dreading this conversation for miles.ย
โFrank,โ she started hesitantly, โdid you, um, want two rooms tonight or..?โ
โWhy would we waste coins on an extra room? We ainโt exactly swimming in riches these days.โ He snapped at her, walking inside.ย
โOh, right. Sorry,โ she murmured, trailing behind.ย
The pub was crowded, but it was warmer than outside. Wren let out a breath of relief, pulling the hood of her cloak away from her face. Frank, ever the menace, left his black hood on, shoving through patrons to get to the bar.ย
โWhat can I get ya?โ The barkeep trained her eyes on Frank.ย
โBeer.โ He grunted, pushing a few coins towards her.ย
โAnd a room, if you have one.โ Wren added, walking up next to him, adding another handful of coins.ย
โYou got it.โ The barkeep smiled, passing Frank a foaming pint and Wren a brass key. โUpstairs, 3rd door on the left, love.โย
Wren thanked her softly and headed off to the stairs.ย
Frank set to work draining the glass in front of him. Sighing, he dragged a hand down his face. Fuck, he was tired. The wound in his side ached like hell, and his argument with Wren had set him on edge. It had been years since heโd had someone else to worry about, to care for, to let care for himโit was difficult letting that happen again afterโฆeverything. If he could muster up the courage to let his guard down, he wouldnโt mind her help stitching him up. She was always so gentle about it, and the way the warmth from her delicate touch would linger on his skinโ
Frankโs dangerous train of thought was interrupted by uproarious laughter from a group of drunk patrons to his left.ย
He gave a low snarl and took a swig of his beer. He was simply escorting Wren. They had been headed the same way and it didnโt make sense to pay more to travel alone. Heโd wanted to make it clear that their companionship was a matter of convenience but, somewhere in the fog of shared beds and soft reassurances, the lines had been crossed. He didnโt need her. Well, he didnโt use to. The urge to just break down and give in to her sweetness got stronger by the day. And it scared the shit out of him.
It was clear that he needed to distance himself from her somehow, or heโd be sucked into her trap. Sighing roughly, he dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. Someone in front of him cleared their throat.ย
The barkeep passed him a fresh beer and a bowl of stew. He looked up, curiously. The bartender smiled, โOn the house. Somethinโ tells me yer girl would have my head if I gave ya nothinโ but one crap beer on a night like this.โย
Frank forced a chuckle, trying not to let the comment add to his existing emotional turmoil. โThanks.โย
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As he finished his meal, savoring its lasting warmth, he felt a presence over his shoulder. โHow was it?โ Wren murmured as she took a seat next to him.ย
โAโright.โ Gulping down the last of his beer, he wiped a hand over his mouth and stood from his chair from his chair. โIโm gonna head up. Donโt be long.โ And with that, Frank was gone.ย
Wren sighed, giving a small wave to the bartender and tossing more coins to her. Once provided with her own bowl of stew, she ate quickly and headed up to the room to face Frank for, what she hoped, would be the last time before a good nightโs rest.ย
When she opened the door, the light was dim, but she could make out Frankโs form on the floor next to the bed.ย
โDid the mattress offend you?โ She prompted him.
โWe ainโt sharinโ tonight.โ He grumbled, clearly nearing sleep already. โTake the bed. Iโm fine down here.โ
Not wanting to set him off again, she simply murmured โAlrightโฆโ and set to work dressing for bed.ย
She worried her bottom lip as she settled under the covers, running through the past few days in her head, racking her brain for the cause of his outburst today. Blinking back tears, his words echoed in her head.ย
โStuck to me like a thorn in my sideโฆfuckinโ pesterinโ meโ was she being so bothersome? Sheโd been more open about her concern recently, but he had too. Hadnโt he? It was clear he wanted to seem like she meant nothing to him most days, but that couldnโt be entirely true. After all, his current stab wound had been obtained while wailing on a group of drunk thugs for calling her his โoutspoken, unsightly whoreโ.ย
The longer she thought about itโฆmaybe that wasnโt a defense of her at all. Maybe sheโd let her judgment of his actions become clouded by her own desireโto love and be loved. Maybe Frank had been defending his own honor, angry that heโd been so publicly associated with her.ย
The tears were falling freely now, all of her resolve being poured into keeping quiet and letting him rest. Since when had she given this much of a shit about his feelings towards her? He had always made it clear, this was temporary. But the close contact and lingering stares had sparked hope in her naive little heart.ย
She thought back to the first time they met. The argument theyโd had over their combined fate.ย
โEven if I believed in destiny, you sure as shit ainโt mine, kid. Get on your way.โ Maybe she should take his former advice.ย
Frank shifted on the ground, startling her slightly. She took a deep breath, deciding to speak with him in the morning. If Frank truly didnโt want to travel with her anymore, she wouldnโt be the person forcing him to. With another breath, she closed her eyes and slowly settled into a restless sleep.ย
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Frank gritted his teeth, shifting on the ground as silently as he could. Cursing his decision to ice Wren out, he let out a shaky breath. Predictably, the wound in his side did not feel better after sleeping a number of hours on the floor. He supposed that there was no one to blame but himself.ย
His entire body ached, and hearing her cry herself to sleep had been another kind of agony. It took every ounce of his strength to not jump up to comfort her. He never intended to be this much of an asshole, but he couldnโt risk subjecting Wren to his familyโs fate. Damn him for getting attached before pulling away, which no doubt meant it was harder on them both now.ย
A small sound pulled him from his self-deprecating thoughts, a whimper. Wren was crying out for help in her sleep; her brain creating nightmares, no doubt because of the emotional toll the day had taken on herโthat his words had taken on her.ย
Another small cry, followed by rustling of sheets. โPleaseโฆnoโฆplease donโt.โย
โโS ok Wren. Youโre just dreaminโโ He called to her, turning over and kneeling by the bed. His hands hovered over her hunched form, as if his body still wasnโt willing to break the barrier heโd worked hard to place between them that day.ย
Wren choked on a nightmare-induced sob, โhelpโฆanyone please!โย
โYouโre killinโ me, kid.โ Frank set his jaw, running through his options. Letting her in would get her hurt, he reminded himself, he couldnโt do that to her. Frank started withdrawing from the bed, pushing down his guilt. He started to lay down, and thenโ
โFrank!! Frank please,โ Wren bawled โplease help. Donโt let themโฆโย
โAw hell.โ Distance be damned, his girl needed him. Carefully, he sat next to Wren on the bed, stroking her arm gently. โIโm right here, sweetheart.โ After another pained cry from Wren, Frank began to gather her into his arms. โThey canโt hurt ya. Iโm right here.โ
She woke with a start, flailing slightly before realizing where she was. โFrank?โ Her voice broke as she said his name.ย
โYah, sweetheart.โ He pulled her into his chest, tenderly. โI gotcha.โ
Tears started trailing down Wrenโs cheeks. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, she choked in a breath. They sat there for a few moments, small sobs falling from Wren's mouth punctuating the silence. Eventually, she spoke. โIโm sorry, Iโ I didnโt mean to wake you up.โย
โHey,โ Frank wiped her tears with his thumb, โI was already up. Floorโs uncomfortable as shit.โ He cracked a small smile, but Wrenโs face crumpled. She pushed back from him and off of his lap.ย
โI didnโt mean to bother you again. Iโm ok. Iโll be fine.โ She blinked back more tears. โWe can part ways in the morning. You wonโt beโฆwonโt be stuck with me anymore.โ The last sentence broke off in a strangled sob and Wren turned away from him slightly.ย
โOh Wren,โ Frank murmured, furious at himself, โWhat I said earlier, I was angry and scared. Youโre not a bother.โย
Wren looked at him through tears, โIโm not?โย
โNo, lovely. Iโm just an asshole. Cโmere.โ Frank opened his arms for her and gestured for her to come back.ย
Wren returned to her place against his chest, tucking her face into his neck. โYouโre not an asshole,โ she sniffled. โI justโgot confused.โย
Frank sighed, brushing some hair off of her cheek. โI know, sweetheart. Thatโs my fault too.โย
โThat, we can agree on.โ Wren murmured against his neck, playing with a loose thread on his shirt.ย
Frank snorted. โOh yah?โ He stroked Wrenโs back gently. โIโm sorry, lovely. I do care about you. I always will. Butโฆโ Frank took a shuddering breath. โIf you get close to me, youโll get hurt. Itโs not avoidable. This world is too cruel to let us slip by unscathed. And I wonโt let you get hurt, Wren, I canโt.โ
โI know the risks, Frank. Iโm not a safe choice of companion either.โ Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but the look in her eyes was fierce as she held his gaze. โBut I still want to be close to you. Are you willing to let me try?โ
Frank set his jaw. โShit sweetheart, I want to tell ya no, but when you look at me with that face...โ He exhaled roughly, pursing his lips.ย
โWe might get hurt,โ Wren continued, holding his waist with one hand to pull them impossibly closer. โBut is being bitter and alone really worth it to you, Frank?โย
Frank let his head fall against hers, foreheads touching. His eyes fell closed as her free hand came up to gently knead at the nape of his neck.ย
โHey,โ She whispered. โLook at me for one more moment.โย
Frank opened his eyes. She cupped his cheek, stroking it gently with her thumb. โIโm not helpless, you know. Youโve seen me in a fight. Traveling with you is the best thing thatโs happened to me in years. Iโm not willing to just give up on that if you want me here.โ
โI want you here.โ Frank affirmed. โI do, Wren. I donโt deserve it, I never will. But if youโre willing to deal with my grumpy ass, Iโll let ya.โย ย
โOne of these days, Iโll get you to believe you deserve good things, old man.๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝย
โKeep dreaminโ, kidโย
Wren let out a shaky laugh, face falling back into the curve of his neck. Frank pressed his lips firmly to her forehead, then softly to the bridge of her nose. Wren scrunched her nose in response and smiled.ย
โIโm sorry about today, sweetheart. I got in my head and took it out on you. Let me make it up to ya?โ Frank bumped their noses together.ย
โYou better.โ Wren gave him an overdramatic glare which made him grin.ย
He kissed her forehead again. โI will. But first, I am so not sleeping on that shit floor after this.โ He laid them both down on the bed. Wren shifted slightly so she was wrapped around him like an octopus.ย
Burying her head in his chest, she mumbled, โYouโd have to escape me first.โย
Frank chuckled. โYouโve bested me. Guess we can share.โย
Wren nuzzled into him happily. โGuess we can.โย
โSleep well, sweetheart. I gotcha now.โย
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HIDDEN | MASTERLIST
Billy Russo x OC (Ava)
Warnings: Not canon, violence, weapons, stalking (not MMC), murder, everything you'd find in The Punisher universe, no betrayal.
Summary: Billy meets someone that piques his interest. Did he mention she carries a knife?
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
TBC...
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salt, ice and fire | frank castle
chapter nineteen - proper representation
frank castle x reader
warnings: swearing, mentions of death, description of injury, canon typical violence
a/n: OKAY. i am so sorry with how long this has taken. finals are literally eating my ass and not in a good way. but it feels so good to write SOMETHING FINALLY. i forgot how much i <3 this series. thx for sticking with me pals xx. enjoy!!!
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Seven hours is a long time. Mostly, Frank thinks of you.
He canโt stop thinking about youโ itโs been months since heโs had a thought that you havenโt been attached to in some way. Even when he thinks of the kid strapped in the back seat, itโs because he knows you. But, in seven hours of open road and the persistent pain in his gut at the way you left, anyoneโs brain would drift.
He has no idea why he did it. Why he took your brother, why he bothered. Why he thought heโd be any better than the random group home heโd get stuck into, or the foster family that would forget about him within the week and lock him in his room, trading one shit hole for another. He canโt help but think of Billyโ the Billy he knew, not the one he pulled a trigger on. That Billy he hadnโt known, hadnโt cared about.
But the old Billy, his friend. The one who dragged him out of the mud more times than he could count, the one his wife used to set a place at the table for, just incase he needed some place to eat. That Billy, whoโs group home cared so little they didnโt notice theyโd hired a pedophile to foster little boys.
He couldnโt let them take the risk. Your brother had been through enoughโ the dark rings around his eyes, a faint green bruise on his cheek, Frank hated that he saw some similarity in his own face, knowing the force theyโd have to of hit him with. Maybe thatโs why he offered to take Sam back with him, look after him for God knows how long, because you needed him safe, and then youโd come home to him.
With all that, knowing heโd probably done the right thing, he couldnโt get rid of the sick feeling twisting up his throat every time he glanced into the rear view mirror. Sam was staring out the window, blinking hard in an attempt to keep his eyes open. He looked like you, but only because Frank had spent so much time staring at your face. You must look like your mother, because this kid had different eyes, a different face, similar only in subtle ways someone who really knew you would see.
Frank liked kids. He never had issues with Davidโs kidsโ probably got too involved with them, if he was honest. Then there was Amy, but she wasnโt much of a kid. More of a teenager, but he never really figured out he actual age with all the damn fake IDโs she had. Either way, sheโd been like a kid to him. He had a soft spot for them, it was always where he had give. So why does this make him sweat? Is it because the rest of those kids all had families of their own? Had ways of getting on without him, not actually his responsibility? None of them looked to him for shelter, for food, for the normal shit only parents gave their kids. No one looked at him like that anymore, until Sam had wandered up to him and asked if he could pull over at a Burger King on the way out.
It was the simplest thing, but heโd just come up and asked him and the whole thing felt like a punch in the face. He couldnโt be that anymore. He didnโt have it in him. He couldnโt take care of something. He couldnโt help. Maybe he should of just let them take the chance andโ
โBurger King.โ Sam mumbles into his palm, other hand pointing to the side of the road where the faint red and yellow lights lit up the burger place. Frank says nothing, hasnโt for about 4 hours now, just indicates off the road and pulls into the first parking spot.
Itโs getting dark now, but the twenty four hour sign is faintly flashing over head. Samโs already halfway out the car when Frank finishes running over all the risks of pulling the car over here and now, but the kids been through enough, and Frank doesnโt have the heart to say no. When he gets inside, Sam is standing at the door. Waiting for him.
โGo on.โ Frank points at the counter, and Sam hesitates. He knows he must be starving, but he still just stands at the door, looking between the counter and Frank.
โI donโt know what to do.โ He says in the smallest voice, and the way he looks at him, to himโ โIโve never been inside one before.โ
โTโs alright. Go sit down, Iโll get you something. What do you like?โ Frank bends a little so the kid could hear him. He wasnโt short, but Frank didnโt want to talk loud and embarrass him. He doesnโt really know why he cares.
โLots of pickles. And mustard.โ He smiles, and then goes and sits down in one of the booths. The fact Frank got through the interaction without fucking it up spurs him on a little, and he orders a burger with as many pickles as they can stack on it.
When he brings it over to him, Sam is staring out at the sky, head bouncing back and forth like heโs watching a tennis match, following the cars passing by. Then he must smell the food, because he all but jumps the table, grabbing the burger Frank slid over and taking the biggest bite out of it he can fit in his mouth.
โSlow down. Youโll choke.โ Frank says, and something in his stomach twists at the words. So familiarโ he remembers it was you he said them to at that diner he always went to back in the day.
โSorry.โ Sam muffled through the chips heโs shoving down his throat now, and Frank canโt help but laugh a little at the sight. As much as it pulls at him that this kid is probably eating so fast cause heโs not used to being fed regularly, heโs just glad heโs out. It comes at a cost, though, and thinking about you, Frank isnโt sure thereโs any price heโd be willing to pay not to have you here.
They eat in silence, mainly because Sam doesnโt take a breath in between gulps of a giant soda and heaps of burger and fries, but really itโs because Frank canโt look at him. Doesnโt know what to say to him. It doesnโt seem to bother Sam though, who, like you, even with all the shit he must have seen and been through, is as resilient as ever.
โSo, whatโs the plan?โ He asks after a giant mouthful of soda.
โWhat?โ Frank croaks, voice strained from silence.
โThe plan? To get Bobby?โ Frank scoffs at this, but then realises the kid is serious.
โThe plan is to keep you out of trouble.โ
โThatโs bullshit.โ Sam crosses his legs and faces Frank fully. โYou have to help me go back. And to get her.โ
โIโm handlinโ it, alright? Eat your burger.โ Samโs eyebrows furrow, and he looks younger when he does it; tilting his head and scowling.
โI know you want to. I saw youโฆโ Frank sighs, thinking about going back up and getting the kid another burger so he shuts up. โI saw you kiss her.โ
โJesus Christ.โ Frank shakes his head and looks out the window again.
โYou did.โ He says it with his face screwed up, a little bit of childish disgust, but mostly determination. โYouโre going back for her. I want to help.โ
โYou let me worry about that.โ Sam copies him, shaking his head and looking out the window. If it wasnโt such bad lighting in here, Frank might have sworn he saw a tear in the kids eye, but it was swiped away too fast. The guilt eats at him a little. โLook, the reason she did all this shiโ stuff, in the first place, is to get you out and make sure you were safe. The last thing Iโm doing is dragging you back there. Iโll handle it.โ
โI just want to help her like she helped me.โ His voice was small again, and Frank swallows the feeling of guilt that bubbles up his throat. โSheโฆ she did a lot of bad things, didnโt she? To get me out?โ
โNothinโ they didnโt force her to.โ Frank looks at the table, eyes finding anywhere else to concentrate on.
โIs she in trouble?โ Clearing his throat, Frank thinks about how they shoved you in that car in handcuffs. He trusted Madani, but also knew her loyalty didnโt lie with him. โCause of the things she did?โ
โSheโll be fine.โ He doesnโt say anything else. He just has to trust that what heโs done is enough. They both walk back out to the car in silence, and this time, Sam gets in the front seat. Shuffling around with whatever trash was on the floor, he bends down and picks something up, and Frank doesnโt see it right away until he puts them on.
Even though itโs pitch dark outside, Sam slides those stupid sunglasses you made him buy months ago onto his face, and drifts off to sleep in the same spot you had a million times over. Frank nearly splits the skin on his knuckles holding onto the steering wheel, pulling off the highway and heading toward you.
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โI thought thereโd be more questioning, less pacing.โ You say to Agent Madani, and she looks at the door for the hundredth time, like sheโs waiting for something. โIs something wrong here?โ
โBeside the fact I have a known fugitive stowed away in one of the most secure facilities in the world? Nothing at all.โ She was stressed. Pacing around the table, and looking at the door like sheโs expecting someone to walk through it.
โYou could just let me go.โ She sighs. The last thing she should want right now is company, so what was she waiting for? She needed you to save her ass, be the missing link to why she had all this information. Why she showed up at Silo, how she knew about today, how she found the house you were at. All of it needed to be connected, and you were the missing link, and yet ever since she marched you through the back door of this building, she hadnโt asked you a single question.
โNever on time.โ She sighs under her breath.
โWhat?โ Madani stops pacing.
โWe have to wait.โ She says, leaning back.
โWait for what?โ
โJustโฆโ She marches toward the door. โStay here. I need to make another phone call. If anyone knocksโโ
โKill them?โ You hear her sigh again before the door clicks shut. Looking around the room, the long table stretches before you. No other chairs on your side, but opposite you, thereโs three.
A little part of you sparks to life, the part infused with Franks backward lessons of looking at every room you walked into like it would be the last one you saw. You could feel your face pulling with concentration, trying to take as much in as you could in the seemingly plain room. Frank never so much as flinched, didnโt even blink or think twice and still managed to be ten steps ahead of everyone in the room. But Frank wasnโt here, and you knew for a fact those chairs werenโt going to be for him.
Three chairs. Why would Madani set this room up with three chairs? You were on a wanted list, she couldnโt exactly plan a public meeting with you and anyone else, let alone sit across from you while the entire CIA sat outside waiting on orders to kill you. Sheโs waiting for someone. Two someoneโs. Security?
The click of heels outside the door snap you to focus. Two sets of heelsโ not security, unless the CIA is hiring. Thereโs another sound, one that you canโt exactly place. You close your eyes, trying to tap into whatever enhancement is running through your veins, but then the door swings open and locks again faster than you can put together, like the people who were now inside were shoved in.
Eyes wide open, it takes a second for your body to come out of defence mode. Madani is in front of you, and thereโs two more people now, the first you know well, and the other familiar.
โKaren?โ Your eyes squint, like youโre not sure what you are seeing is real. Itโs been a long fucking dayโฆ why the hell would she be here of all places? โAndโฆ you. I met you.โ
โUnder worse circumstances.โ The man says, his cane tapping around the room while Karen walks behind him, offering you a sympathetic smile. โMatthew Murdock.โ
โNice to meet you?โ Your voice is a little higher pitched than normal, only because you were fucking confused. Frank had said something about this guy beforeโฆ โI think Iโm out of the loop here. I had the impression you were going toโฆ arrest me.โ
โI never wanted that.โ Madani says.
โWell the handcuffs your officers put me in seemed to say otherwise.โ She sits down on the left, Matthew in the middle and Karen on the right. โWhat is this supposed to be.โ
โYou have a lot of powerful friends.โ He says, and you scoff. โAgent Madani called me a few weeks back. She thinks I can help you and your brother. If youโre willing to work with me.โ
โAnd work with you would involveโฆโ Your chest tightens, and he reacts as if he can see how youโve frozen up, shaking his head.
โNot like that. Iโm a lawyer. I want to clear your name.โ Thereโs a moment of silence, and then you stifle out a laugh.
โA lawyer?โ You look to Madani. โCould you not have told me thatโs what we were doing here?โ
โThereโs about 400 people in this building that want you dead. The rest of them want to throw you and your brother in a hole for the rest of your life. If I had even suggested bringing you in for a fair trial, it would of set off yet another group of angry men vying to tear you apart. And anyone around you.โ Sitting back in your chair, you let out a long breath. โFrank suggested it.โ
โReally?โ She nods in a way that suggests he hadnโt just asked, heโd forced her hand.
โYou have a right to be represented. Even if they wanted to trial you for the death penaltyโโ You swallow the tiny amount of fear that shoots up your throat โโwhich they wonโt, they need to do it properly. Your brother hasnโt done anything wrong. They canโt touch him without going against basically every human rights law they protect. Even going after you, with the story you haveโฆโ
โYeah. I get it.โ You look up and blink a few times, and Matthew nods, leaning into Karen as a silent suggestion to take over.
โMatt can help you. Iโve seen him do it. He helped Frankโฆ me, too.โ
โYou?โ
โOnce.โ Your eyebrows raise, and you nod. Maybe impressed isnโt the right word for it, but you think youโve miscalculated the kind of person she is, and it only makes you like her more. โYou arenโt a bad person. If you can get in front of a jury, tell them about your brotherโฆ about your family.โ
โYou helped the CIAโs investigation, and we can use that to reduce whatever sentence they want to stick you with.โ Matt continues, putting a bag on the desk.
โUnofficially.โ Madani reminds him, and he smiles.
โNot anymore.โ
โYou can make sure they donโt touch my brother?โ You lean over the table a little, and both Matt and Karen turn back to you.
โI know I can.โ That is enough for you, so youโre surprised when he keeps talking. โHeโll be safe, but I think I can make it easier for you, too. You can have a life after all this. The one you should of had from the beginning.โ
There was a time where you thought you knew exactly what your life would be. You thought youโd die doing something you hated, trying to kill someone for Bobby or whoever came after him. There wasnโt a life you pictured, and even when youโd dared to hope, the only one you could think of was spending the rest of it scared as shit someone would come after you or Sam. A life looking over your shoulder.
There was so many things that were different now, the past six months had changed everything. Youโd seen your brother now, spoken to him. Now, you were being offered moreโ a life, maybe something more than a few short paranoid years. Your throat felt tight and you tried to look anywhere you couldnโt see your own reflection.
When heโd said you could have a life, you looked away from yourself instantly, because the first thing youโd thought ofโ as selfish as it was, was the life you could have with Frank. One full of nights like the few you had shared. Even paranoid and running, a life of that would be worth all this if it was with him.
Karen called your name, and slid over a piece of paper you made no sense of.
โI donโtโฆ have any money.โ Embarrassing as it is, you know people like this cost big, and you donโt think youโve ever had more than $20 to your name.
โIf I was in this job for the money, Iโd be in the wrong business.โ He smiles, handing you a pen. โDonโt worry about it. This is just a paper that says youโre willing to be represented by me.โ You sign the paper, writing the letters of your name slowly and in print.
โOkay. Now what?โ Sliding the paper back over to him, he turns to Madani.
โYou were expecting questions?โ She says, and pulls out a laptop along with about twelve case files that all have the word UNSOLVED printed in red ink. โYou can start here.โ
She hands you one file, and when you open it, the date reads about seven years from today. If you thought today was a long day, it was about to get a whole lot longer. She starts asking questions about where you were, what you did that day, and you answer as best you can, but all you can really think about is is that little ember of hope resting deep in your stomach, and how it slowly catches fire with each passing minute.
โโโ ๏ฝฅ ๏ฝก๏พโ: *.โฝ .* :โ๏พ. โโโ
โDonโt answer that.โ Matt says from beside you now, and Madani sighs. โWhat?โ
โAgain? Seriously?โ She says, and he keeps his head up, listening as his hands run along the braille of the files Karen has converted. They have been going at this for hours while Madani asked you every question under the sun. โIโm asking if she killed him. Itโs a yes or no answer.โ
โShe was coerced, and by that timeline she would have been 16 years old. Youโre going to charge a 16 year old who was being held captive and threatened with her only family members life with murder?โ He never stops reading through the file, and once he hears Madani take yours front in front of you, he slides it away and grabs the next one.
โLetโs do something more recent then, shall we?โ She slides another file to you, and you recognise it instantly. So does Karen.ย โGus Daley. Murdered behind 3rd Street just three months ago. About the time you were working with the Colonel.โ
โFor him. Working for him. And lets not mix our words. The manโs name was Connor Flannery, and he was not a Colonel.โ You canโt help but smile a little bit at how fast he was with this. You liked Madani, but you knew her loyalty couldnโt lie with you, so it was nice to have someone on your side out here.
โFine. This was when Connor Flannery was forcing you to work for him?โ When you hear no objections from Matt, you nod.ย
โYes.โ The little camera she had set up blinks in recognition, and the only other sound is Karen shoving papers along the table.ย
โWhat happened?โ The last time you saw this man was in a service station, his lifeless corpse on the front page of a newspaper Frank was looking at. You remember you had expected him to look at you with disgust, and how he hadnโt even flinched.
โHe wanted him dead, and gave me a date and a time. It was very structured with him. He planned the whole thing. Where to go, when, how he wanted it done.โ Madani nods, listening intently.ย
โHow many jobs did he send you on?โ
โEight or nine, I think.โ
โYou think?โ
โShe clearly wasnโt in a right state of mind. She didnโt even know the manโs name before I told her. Flannery and Bobby Gnucci did everything except get their hands dirty.โ Matt says.
โAnd when you found out that they were working together? What did you do then?โ An image of The Colonels body in the woods is shoved in front of youโ Karenโs article that bought you the precious seconds of time to get to your brother.
โI bolted as soon as I got the chance.โ Okay, not entirely true. It took some convincing on Franks part to get you to leave, and when you found out you killed him. But you canโt imagine thatโs going to look great for you right now, so you leave it at that.
โThe article says what happened to him. I wrote it myself.โ Karen says, and Madani turns her attention off you for the first time in hours.
โThanks to a photo from an anonymous source, correct? I know it wasnโt anyone in this room that sent that photo, and Iโm inclined to think Frank Castle had something to do with it.โ At the mention of him, your chest tightens again. โYou two were close. I canโt imagine youโd question him too much if he came to you and told you what happened. Even if you didnโt think it was true. Maybe even write an articleโ just because he asked. Youโd do just about anything for him, wouldnโt you?โ
Itโs like you are interrupting something. Everyone here knows each other better than you doโ you know a little about what theyโve all been through together, but if Agent Madani knows enough about Karen and Frankโฆ
โI write the truth. Always.โ Karenโs also a better liar than you pegged her for.
โHow is any of this relevant, Agent?โ Matt chimes in, and you donโt have to look back to hear the smirk in his voice. โYouโve got what you wanted now, right? Sheโs told you everything she knowsโ more than enough to convince a jury she was working with you well before she got her brother back. If this has to go to trialโโ
โIf?โ
โIโm a reasonable man. We can make a deal, or we can drag this through court. I donโt know how well your new colleges will react to you working behind their back, though. I donโt want to risk you being invited to Friday night drinks, right?โ Matt stands.
โWhat are you suggesting?โ Madani says, and Matt smiles.
โIโll let you know after Iโve discussed with my client. For now, I think thereโs a kid whoโd like to see his sister.โ Karen opens the door, and when Matt walks through it you realise youโre still frozen in your seat.
โGo.โ Agent Madani says, blowing out a frustrated breath. You stand, but instead of walking out the door you turn to face her.
โI want to say thank you.โ Your voice is quietโ tired as hell. Thereโs still blood on your fingernails when you stick out your hand to shake hers. โFor everything you did for my brother. And me. You didnโt have to do all of this, and I know how much youโre risking. I owe you.โ
โNo, you donโt.โ She takes your hand, shaking it once. โI spent a long time doing the wrong thing for the wrong people. I like being the good guy for once.โ For some reason that makes you smile. Youโ the good thing?
โStill. I owe you.โ She reaches into her bag after you finish and hands you something.
โNow weโre even.โ Before you can look at what she gave you, sheโs walking out the door, brushing past Matt. โDonโt call me unless you have a good deal.โ
โWouldnโt dream of it.โ She scoffs and disappears into the now dark hallway, and it must be the middle of the night now because all the lights are off and the window of the room youโre in is pitch black. โYou ready?โ
Nodding, you follow them out, finally looking down at what Madani gave you.
A small black squareโ exactly like the burner phone Frank has, and when you turn it on, thereโs only one number on it. You donโt even blink before you hit call.
โโโ ๏ฝฅ ๏ฝก๏พโ: *.โฝ .* :โ๏พ. โโโ
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"Blackbird to Robin, do you copy?" (Billy Russo x ofc)
Chapter six
Words: 5151
Warnings: mentions of the previous attack (check the last chapter for reference), mentions of PTSD, death, guns, explosions (and the aftermath i guess). poor grammar choices. change of pov, foul language, dana wants some soup.
A/N: yeah, it's been a long time coming. i accidentally fell into a burning ring of fire depressive episode ft a massive writer's block but thank you for your patience and love. had to add some billy into it, too. hope you guys like it (mind you i haven't written anything in like two months so sorry for the poor grammar choices)
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Chapter six
I felt the thick thud of my skull before I could even register I was in pain. My skin felt warm and sticky, and although my entire head was throbbing, it especially felt like a needle was constantly poking my temple. Even with closed eyes, the ache seemed to grow every second. My entire body hurt, too, and I heavily debated whether I wanted to open my eyes, too afraid of what would wait for me on the other side.ย
Muffled voices and footsteps screamed from the other side of the door, the sound too distant and distorted to fully comprehend what they said, and for an instant, I panicked.
And then, like a slap across the face, a flash of black flooded my vision, and Billyโs eyes were suddenly all I could see. The throbbing in my head grew stronger and unforgiving, and dizziness overcame me. Memory was coming back in flames, and each was more painful than the last.ย
Billy. The attack. Billyโs apartment. The cafรฉ. Billyโs car. My apartment. Billyโs black suits. The MET. Owen. Billy.ย
Billy.
The name tasted weird on my tongue. There was bitterness in it, and fear, but also comfort and power. The mix was strangely addictive, and it weirded me out even more after realizing he was the first thing on my mind after having just woken up.ย
I groaned, and although the sound was distant in my ears, mixed with the slight ringing that filled the silence around me, it was apparently loud enough for the door to burst open wide. I winced at the sudden noise, but the surprise was quickly replaced by relief when the man himself crouched next to me, unannounced. My eyes were still closed, but his scent was unmistakable. The warmth that followed, although unmistakable as well, was surprising.
โGood night, Dana,โ he whispered. His voice was uncommonly soft, and the usual sharp edge he wore like a suit was gone. I wondered if, for a second, I had imagined it, because it seemed so foreign to him. But I couldnโt deny that I liked it.ย ย
I believed he would have shouted, screamed, yelled at me and my irresponsibility. I thought he would just give me an earful, repeating the same speech like a mantra about safety and trusting strangers. How mad he would have looked, with his eyes sending daggers into my heart and venomous words into my brain. He wouldโve repeated over and over how he had been right, and how I had been wrong, and how stupid and reckless I had been and almost had gotten myself killed because of it.ย
But when I opened my eyes, I found none of that. Gone was his anger and fury. Instead, I was met with a rather compassionate face, with deep lines of worry around his eyes, and his usually-tamed hair falling flat on his head, with strands gracelessly tousled and unkempt.ย
My fingers twitched slightly as if wanting to reach and fix it for him on their own. But either it hurt too much to move or I was too much a coward to do anything. So, instead, I just lay there, with eyes half-closed, a killing headache, and a nervous heart.ย
โHi.โ My throat was hoarse and it hurt to speak. My voice sounded weak, and I fought the urge to grimace at that. I knew I was weak, and yet, I hated that. Especially in front of him.
โYou gave me โus, quite a scare the other day,โ he coughed lowly, his eyes moving across my face. His pupils seemed to mix with the irises entirely, and the darkness around us created two pools of somber black that were now analyzing every single aspect of my face. I had never felt so naked, yet so alive.
His little slip-up didnโt go unnoticed, but I was too tired to even press him on it. All I could do at the time was frown, and even the movement sent another hard thud to my head. To my dismay, Billy noticed that, and brought his warm palm against my forehead and softly rested it on the skin, careful and caring. Two things I never thought Billy Russo could be.
โThe other day?โ I asked finally after registering his words.
โAt the park.โ
I sat there, looking at him. For a second I thought this illusion of Billy would fade, and the anger would come back, but it didnโt. I waited, staring at him, trying not to dwell too much on the way his hand felt on me, and kept waiting, but he didnโt move. It was only then that I spoke for him.
โThe attack.โ
He nodded gravely, and I could have sworn a small sigh escaped his lips. โYeah. The attack.โ
I frowned again. โThe other day?โ
He took his hand off, and the sudden coolness of the air made me miss his contact, even though it felt refreshing. His existence was a complete contradiction in my head.
โYeah,โ yet he didnโt look me in the eye this time. His hands suddenly occupied themselves by pouring water into an empty glass on the bedside table. Recognizing the round shape of the object, I finally realized I was in my bed, back at my apartment, safe and sound.
He carefully brought it to my lips and tilted my head forward, helping me. His hand cradled the back of my head, and with one touch I was hooked. If he felt any affected by it, he didnโt show it. I almost wished he did.
The cold water soothed my aching throat, if only a little, and even though I was still tired, I couldnโt help but ask.
โHow long have I been out?โ
โThree days.โ
โWhat?โ the shock moved my body upwards involuntarily, but pain flashed in my eyes and my back collided with the mattress rather harshly.ย
Billy helped me down again, adjusting my bed covers over me as he rechecked my head.
โYouโre fine, Dana. Justโฆ go to sleep, alright? Weโll talk when you recover,โ he said, standing up again.
โI thought you said I was fine,โ I couldnโt help myself. He didnโt answer, but instead rolled his eyes. He started walking away toward the door, and suddenly, the prospect of staying alone became unbearable.
โWait,โ I called him.
Billy was already walking out when he stopped.
โWhat do you need?โ
It was so casual, the way he said it. So domestic. So natural. It was scary to think that, behind all that hair gel and money, there was a man. A person. A person I now needed beside me, if only to sleep. I knew that as soon as I closed my eyes, nightmares would plague my dreams. They had been haunting me ever since I closed my eyes three days ago, but my brain refused to wake up. Now I knew they were memories. And I was desperate to make them stop.
โCould youโฆ stay with me? At least, until I fall asleep?โ
He seemed shocked at the question, and before he could refuse, I spoke again.
โI donโt want to be alone right now, please.โ
I winced again, both at the pain and at my own embarrassment. My voice felt as weak as the rest of my body, but I hated being powerless even more in front of Billy. I didnโt know what opinion he had of me, and I didnโt know if Iโd ever know, but for some reason, I didnโt want him to think of me as weak. I hadnโt known him for long, but at that moment, in that state, I just wanted, needed, a break. I needed Billy to look at me and not see the desperate and frightened girl I felt at the moment. For once, I wanted to be strong, and I had just blown that away by asking him to stay with me.ย
But, thank God, Billy sighed and closed the door, leaving the two of us in the dark. His movements were measured and precise as he walked toward me and to the side of my bed, taking off his shoes and placing them by the foot of the table. He didnโt look at me and I didnโt look at him as I scooted over to make room for him. Even though the space wasnโt that big, once he lay down, we both managed to fit next to one another without touching. I almost wish we did.ย
The silence was deafening. I tried to control my breathing and not move too much, knowing the second I did Iโd brush Billyโs arm. My blinds had been rolled down and very little light was coming from the outside, and the thought of not being able to see Billy, despite feeling his warmth next to me, was somewhat bizarre. A battle was raging on my insides, and unfortunately, the pain in my head was the deus ex machina saving the day. Everything still hurt too much: my head, my back, my pride. And yet, Billy made no noise beside me. I wondered whether he had fallen asleep, for it sure felt like hours.
โBilly?โ
Silence.
โYeah?โ he finally answered.
His voice was smooth, and I instantly knew he hadnโt been asleep either. This was as awkward for him as it was for me, but he still made the effort. I appreciated that.
โWhy didnโt you take me to the hospital?โ
It was probably the stupidest thing to ask, but I felt the urge to keep him talking. At least his voice was something familiar. At least his voice was anchoring me to reality, instead of letting my mind wander and losing itself again.
โIt wouldโve been dangerous.โ
โWhat if I had died?โ
โYouโre not dying on me, Dana Jones.โ
โHow can you be so sure of it, Billy Russo?โ
โBecause theyโd have to get through me first. Iโm not planning on dying any time soon.โ
His words werenโt romantic by any means. They were harsh around the edges, full of implications, just like him. But I liked the way he said them. And I could always blame the raging headache for such nonsense in the morning.
I scooted an inch closer, still without making contact. I rolled on my side, facing him, even though I couldnโt see him. I even heard his faint breaths, a bit rushed and erratic. What was he nervous about?
โThank you.โ
He took a few seconds to answer again.
โDonโt mention it.โ
โAnd thank you for saving my life.โ
โGo to sleep, Dana, you need it.โ
โAlright.โ
Silence. It really was awkward, to say the least. Both of us were awake, sharing a bed, and yet, no one talked. It felt like hours, although they definitely were a few minutes. My breathing slowed, and my eyes kept drooping despite my intent of having them open. I couldnโt tell whether Billy was awake or not. And just when I thought he had fallen asleep, he spoke.ย
โGoodnight, Dana.โ
My lips twitched slightly, and I answered.
โGoodnight, Billy.โ
โฆ
Waking up with a killer headache wasnโt anything new to me. Many times before I had woken up with the remainder of a hungover, with mismatched pajamas and sweaty sheets. Other times, it was a flu, or a migraine, or a simple cold. I wasnโt a sleepwalker by any means, but every night brought an adventure with it. I never knew when, where, or how Iโd wake up.
That day I woke up hot, cold, and alone. Again, not my first rodeo. But after realizing the events of the previous night, I couldnโt help the wave of disappointment that flooded my senses. The other side of the bed felt oddly empty, and Billyโs scent still lingered on the pillow. It was the only clue I had that whatever had happened was real. My head still hurt, and my stomach was grumbling like crazy, and despite not having enough strength to leave my bed, I did so with a groan.ย
The floor was cold under my feet, even though I was wearing pink fluffy socks that definitely did not belong to me at all. I looked around my room with a frown, but everything seemed in place. Taking a quick look at the mirror next to the door, I noticed I was wearing a new set of pink pajamas, matching the socks, as well as a clean bandage across my head and arms. It was quite a spectacle, really, but my hunger got the best of me and with a final sigh, I opened the door and walked out, knowing with every single step that life was about to get a thousand times more dangerous.
Surprisingly, I found Karen sitting by the kitchen, with a mug in her hand and bags under her eyes. Her face lit up as soon as she saw me walk in.
โOh, Dana, thank God youโre awake!โ she almost dropped the mug on the counter and stood in front of me.ย
With tentative arms, she hugged me, and the warmth that came with it had me closing my eyes in enjoyment. It had been too long since somebody had even embraced me like that.
โHi,โ I said rather shy.ย
We were the only ones in my apartment, and I felt grateful for that. I didnโt know what I would have said had Billy been there.ย
โHow are you feeling?โ her voice was low and soft, a total contrast to Billyโs. She showed genuine care, and maybe it was the concern in her eyes or the worry in her words, but all of a sudden, tears filled my eyes and fell on their own accord.
Karen quickly hugged me even harder, rubbing my back comfortingly as I sobbed into her shoulder.
I didnโt even know what I was crying about. The attack, the shock, the way my life had crumbled in a matter of seconds since Billy showed up at the stairs of my school. The tension, the pain, the fear, all of it was now going down the drain as I let it catch up to me. I lost complete track of time; I just allowed myself to stand there and break down, and Karenโs soothing presence only encouraged me further. God knew how long had it been since I had a good cry, and now it felt like the dam had broken and all the pent-up emotion was exploding in every direction, leaving me more and more empty the longer it went.ย
But it felt good. I rarely allowed myself to be vulnerable, much less in front of other people. And part of me knew that the downfall was inevitable, so I was glad I was home at least. I certainly wished the situation was different, but my sanity appreciated it nonetheless.
Only after my eyes ran out of tears I dared look up. Karenโs eyes were equally reddish but cupped my face into her hands and looked me in the eye.
โAre you feeling better?โ she asked.
โYeah.โ
She smiled. โGreat.โ She led me to the couch and sat me down, checking my bandages. โHowโs your head? Does it hurt?โ
I shook my head, even though it hurt after crying so much. โIโll be fine. I could use a shower, though. And food.โ
She smiled. โThatโs good. Go take a shower and Iโll make you some soup. Can you stand on your own?โ
I nodded. โIโm just tired.โ
โUnderstandable. Go, Iโll be here when you get out. And, Dana,โ she stopped me as soon as I turned around to leave. โIโm glad youโre okay.โ
I smiled, genuinely. โThank you. For everything.โ
She smirked and nodded at me, and I left.
I didnโt want to make the situation any more awkward, and thatโs why as soon as Karen resumed to her own devices, I sprinted to the bathroom, quickly hiding there and locking the door behind me. Against better judgment, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and couldnโt help but to grimace at the view. Not only was my hair sticking up in weird shapes and places, but I still had heavy dark circles under my eyes, my lips were chapped and dry, and the skin looked like it needed some more melanin to be deemed healthy. Shaking my head I got in the shower and didnโt leave until my fingers were pruney and begging to be dry once more.ย
I rinsed my skin once, twice, until it burned. Every time I closed my eyes, memories haunted me. Flashes of red and orange danced before my eyes, followed by deafening noise and terrified yells. New York attacks were nothing new, and I had seen my fair share of violence and injustice before. But this time, I had been caught in the crossfire. It had been entirely my fault, for ignoring Billyโs orders despite promising otherwise. I knew I had always had a target on my back, but, for the first time, it felt real. As selfish as it sounds, I had been directly affected by the chaos that usually ran rampant but silent in the city. And that only angered me. Because today I had been the victim, and I had survived, but deep in my gut I knew innocent people hadnโt. And that it hadnโt been the first time, and it definitely wouldnโt be the last.
At some point during my little stream of consciousness, I heard the front door open. I didnโt need to listen further to know it was Billy. I could recognize his footsteps from a mile away.ย
With a deep breath I finally got out of the shower and dressed, and, with tentative steps, I exited the bathroom. The warm water had slightly relaxed my tense muscles, and I truly felt better after laying in bed for so long, but mentally I wasnโt ready to face Billy. I wasnโt scared of him, but I didnโt want to have a reason to.ย
What I wasnโt expecting was to find Billy, Frank, and Karen talking in hushed voices, with Karen close to Billyโs face and an angry frown on her face.ย
โDonโt stop on my account,โ I said, reading the room. The tension could be cut with a knife, but I was still too tired and hungry to care.
Their heads twisted in my direction, and their sudden attention had me almost trembling in my place.
Frank stood there with virtually no expression on his face, as he usually did. Karen looked relieved, although something close to resentment emanated from her eyes. And then there was Billy.
It was the first time I had truly seen him since before the attack, and, to my surprise, didnโt look any better than I did. His hair, although freshly washed, wasnโt combed in the meticulous way he usually wore it. His clothes, too, were clean, yet he hadnโt bothered to properly tuck his shirt into his pants, and the laces of his shoes were undone. His expensive blazer lay forgotten by the entrance. And his eyesโฆ they were tired. The creases around them were more prominent, and for the first time, he looked older. I knew he was older than me, but with his cocky attitude and his perfectly-kept appearance, I always forgot. Now, he looked his age, somewhere in his thirties, and it felt like a ton of bricks just hit me in the face at the realization.ย
When our eyes met, I shied away. I still felt embarrassed about the night before, and I doubted heโd go easy on me after I could stand on my own. I really didnโt want him to be right about Owen, and I didnโt want him to remember me laying frail and cold in my bed. I had the strong urge to disappear, but it was time for me to face the consequences, wherever those led.ย
โHey.โ
โHi,โ Billy answered. His voice left a tingling sensation in the back of my neck.
โAre you okay, kid?โ Frank suddenly spoke. His voice, too, was smooth, contrasting greatly with his appearance. He was dressed in his usual dark attire, yet his bulletproof vest and the grip of a gun on his waist were new additions.ย
I nodded carefully, not even assessing his question. I was in no way okay, but I still had my guard up around them. I wanted to be okay. I was tired of not being fine.
โAlright, you need to eat,โ Karen interrupted the moment bringing her hands together and led me to the kitchen, where a steaming bowl of soup was waiting for me at the small table. She slid two pills together with a glass of water as I sat down. โFor the pain. Eat, and weโll talk later.โ
She gently patted my forehead, probably searching for a fever, but her hands were soft and I appreciated it nonetheless. It had been so long since anybody had taken care of me, that I didnโt mind it was a woman I had only seen a couple of times. I still didnโt face Billy, although I could feel his burning gaze on me, but thankfully Karen caught his attention and resumed their previous conversation, as I did my best to swallow and ignore the details they spilled on the other side of the room.ย
My eyes closed for a few seconds as I took a big breath, hoping to find enough strength to face whatever was to come as soon as I was done eating. I looked at the clock on the wall by the entrance, and it surprised me to see it was noon. I wasnโt sure what I was expecting to find, but I welcomed the time. I still had at least half a day to get my shit together, instead of wasting another one drowning in my own misery. But thatโd come later. I just wanted to eat the damn soup.
โฆ
I wished the soup would have been endless, because now I was sitting on the couch, with the other three adults looking down at me with varying expressions and hidden emotions. It was silent for a while until Billy spoke.
โTell us all you remember,โ he said. Gone was the softness, and his tone reminded me of the same one he had used when we first met, back in the interrogation room at Anvilโs headquarters.
โWellโฆ I was with Owenโฆโ I stopped and cringed. I wasnโt looking at him, but Billy suddenly stood straighter when I mentioned his name. โAnd he insisted on getting an ice cream after the museum. So we were at Central Park, andโฆ thatโs when everything went to shit, I guess.โ
Frankโs face was unreadable, and Karen softly nodded. โAlright, no brain damage. Thatโs good,โ she sounded quite relieved.
โWhat did you last see beforeโฆโ Billy paused for a second as if it physically pained him to talk. I found it hard to believe that he actually cared about me, but I had seen weirder. โBefore everything went to shit?โ
I took a few seconds as well. โI meanโฆ Everythingโs kinda blurry. Not like thereโs anything wrong with me, itโs justโฆ I mean I was terrified. And things were happening so fast andโฆ I donโt know,โ I tripped over my words.
To my surprise, Frank nodded. โWe get it. Weโve dealt with these situations way too many times to count,โ he looked at Billy, who shared the same expression. โListen, kid, things are not going to get easier from now on. PTSD is no joke, and if you ever need to talk, we know some good people that can help. Trust me, I know what Iโm talking about,โ he even cracked a smile.ย
It was reassuring to say the least, that these hunks of men struggled just as much, if not more, as I did. But those flashes were all I could see at the time, and it terrified me to think theyโd stick with me forever.ย
โI really donโt wanna talk about it right now,โ I said, hoping to just stop their conversation. โI mean, I appreciate it, donโt get me wrong. Butโฆ I just want to deal with all this when Iโm ready. Iโm still not sure about why things are the way they are so yeah, I guess I just need time.โย
The three of them nodded at me. I could tell there were still a thousand things they wanted to say.
โI do, however, have questions. I donโt wanna deal with my feelings until I know whoโs making me feel like this,โ I said, with a lot more confidence than I had. โSo what actually happened? How did you find me?โ
Billyโs POV โ Three days earlier
โShit.โย
That was the last thing I heard from the earpiece before the explosion went off. People were running and screaming all around me, making their way out of the park, as far away as they could. My legs moved involuntarily to the source of the noise, despite better judgment. Dana was there, and thatโs all I cared about.
โRobin?โ I asked, but the static on the other side answered for me.
I picked up my pace, running as fast as I could. From the periphery of my eye, I caught many police cars, as well as my own companyโs vans, trespassing into the park, followed by ambulances and paramedics. It didnโt take me long to reach the Great Lawn, my breath stuck in my throat at the sight. It had been almost destroyed, the entire green field. Burnt corpses lay around, their bodies completely unrecognizable. FBI agents were already running after the surviving men, getting lost in the immensity of the park and the echoes of their gunshots.
I looked around in a panic, trying to find Dana. Many trees were burning around me, some of them on the ground after the blast.
โDana!โ I yelled, raising my voice over the many sirens that blared around.
I ran along the nearest path, simply guessing Dana and Owenโs possible route from the museum. Maybe fate was on my side, after all, because only a few feet away I found Danaโs body, laying on the ground, dangerously close to a fallen and scorched tree.
I immediately kneeled beside her, pulling her up into my lap, looking over her only to find not a single scratch on her clothes. Only the side of her head was bleeding slightly and seemed to be unconscious because of it, but her heart was still beating strong and steady. Some branches had fallen on her arms as well, but nothing else seemed to be out of place.
I didnโt even have time to sigh in relief. I held her close, feeling the dread of losing her wash over me as I lifted her in my arms.ย
โBlackbird, itโs Raven,โ Frank suddenly spoke in my other ear. โYou there?โ
โYeah,โ I struggled a bit with Danaโs weight, taking her up in my arms and running across the park, avoiding both people and debris as I followed the direction of Anvilโs medical aid.ย
โIs she okay?โ Frank asked as I approached one of the medics by the small ambulance, dropping her carefully on the stretcher. He quickly looked over her, assessing the damage to her side, and quickly cleaning it and putting some bandage over it.
โI hope so,โ I noticed my hands were trembling, but I couldnโt dwell too much on it.ย
I only cared that Dana was alright.ย
Time seemed to go too slowly. Distant gunshots and explosions still resounded behind my back, but I didnโt care anymore. The cops could handle that one. My only concern was the unconscious girl in front of me.
โSheโll be okay,โ the medic finalized. โJust a hit to the head, nothing too serious. Sheโll probably be out for a day or so, the shock could have gotten to her. If she doesnโt wake up by the third day, take her to the hospital, theyโll know what to do. Sheโll struggle with headaches and sensory overload, most probably, and make sure she has two of these once a day, preferably with a full stomach. Sorry, Mr. Russo, I gotta help the others,โ the young medic said quickly, and after dropping the bottle of pills in my hand, he ran to the next victim.
I could only sigh in relief, quickly taking Dana back in my arms and walking towards my car, making my best to avert the inquiring press and curious bystanders who had reached the park. Danaโs head lolled to the side and into my chest, revealing the earpiece, still connected. I tried my best to ignore the weight of her head in my chest, and the warmth that came with it and spread through me as I finally spotted my car. There wasnโt anybody around, thankfully, and with some difficulty, I placed her in the backseat and drove to her apartment before the police closed the surrounding streets.ย
Dissociating was my best chance, for I quickly reached her apartment complex, and after a quick scan of the area, I grabbed Dana and took her upstairs. It was my bad luck that had me coming face to face with Danaโs neighbor.ย
โMrs. Bardot! What a pleasure!โ I greeted her with a whisper.ย
She naturally seemed alarmed at the sight. An unconscious girl being carried by a man.
โWhat have you done to her?โ she took big strides to where I stood.
I shook my head reassuringly. โFret no, Mrs. Bardot, sheโs asleep. We accidentally had too much to drink earlier on and sheโs a bit of a lightweight,โ I lied.ย
Mrs. Bardot looked unconvinced, and I knew what I had to do. โMy little sleeping beauty,โ I added, pressing a kiss on her temple. It came out with a lot more emotion than I originally intended, but the weirdest part was that I didnโt feel like I was lying. Not this time.
Dana didnโt stir, and although that preoccupied me, I didnโt let Mrs. Bardot see that. She quickly smiled at the gesture and offered to help me open the door.
โYou two make such a lovely couple. Take care of her, Billy, she deserves it,โ she said as I walked into the apartment. She glared at me for a second before bidding me a good night, and closed the door, effectively leaving Dana and me back in the silence of her apartment.ย
With a final sigh, I walked to Danaโs room and placed her on the bed. I even took a second to look at her, finding myself wishing the circumstances were different. I fought the strong impulse of tucking her hair behind her ear but reached her nevertheless to take the earpiece off.
My fingers still trembled slightly when I reached for my phone, quickly pressing the โcallโ button.
โKaren? I need your help.โ
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Hi people there was this Billy Russo story that I am searching for it was one that the girl was Rawlins daughter and she was disowned by him after her mothers death. She was also a marine and after deployment she became addicted to heroine. She was also Karenโs friend. If you tell me I wouldโve been so grateful because I am going crazyโฆ
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Marvel Fanfic :
Key: smut -๐/fluff -๐ผ/ angst -๐/ personal favorite - ๐/
Bruce Banner:
Can You Stay? @pottahishotasf ๐๐ผ
Clint Barton:
Book:3 Sweeter Than Honey @toomanyrobins2 ๐๐ผ๐๐
Come Back to Me Series @itsanerdlife ๐ผ๐ (1/20)
Ex Games @itsanerdlife ๐ผ๐ (1/20)
Hot Cocoa Kissing @clints-lucky-arrow ๐ผ๐
Just For Tonight @clints-lucky-arrow ๐ผ๐
Outlaws Promise Series @itsanerdlife ๐ผ๐ (MC| 1/23)
Something Brewing Between Us @ghostofskywalker ๐ผ
Third Times The Charm @ghostofskywalker ๐ผ
Turn Off the Stove @clints-lucky-arrow ๐๐ผ๐
We All Fall Down Series @itsanerdlife ๐ผ๐ (1/20)
Dr. Stephan Strange:
Dork @holylulusworld ๐ผ๐
Strange Love @holylulusworld ๐๐ผ๐
Frank Castle:
Catch & Break @clints-lucky-arrow ๐ผ๐
Coffee Laden-metaphor @rae-gar-targaryen ๐ผ๐
I See Right Through You Series @forever-rogue ๐ผ๐๐ (1/6)
Out Of The Question Series @itsanerdlife ๐ผ๐ (MC|1/24)
Take It Slow @clints-lucky-arrow ๐
Wet Metal @clints-lucky-arrow ๐๐
Natasha Romanov:
Black Umbrellas @neonovember ๐ผ๐
Cooking Dinner For Her @ghostofskywalker ๐ผ๐
Fresh Kill Series @ghostofskywalker (mob au) ๐ผ๐
Home Run Romance Series @ghostofskywalker ๐ผ๐
Homecoming @ghostofskywalker ๐ผ๐
Meet The Avengers @ghostofskywalker ๐ผ๐๐
You Take Care Of Her When Sick @ghostofskywalker ๐ผ
Thor:
A (Vi)kingโs Love Series @holylulusworld ๐๐ผ๐(Vikings au)
Just A Dare @pottahishotasf ๐๐
The Fitness Pack 2 @holylulusworld ๐ผ๐๐ (+sized!R)
The Hammer Series @holylulusworld ๐๐ผ๐ (MC)
Loki:
As The World Caves In @ghostofskywalker ๐ผ๐
Dance The Night Away @ghostofskywalker ๐ผ๐
Hangover Of A Lifetime @ghostofskywalker ๐ผ๐
Sleepless Nights & Starry Eyes @ghostofskywalker ๐ผ๐
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Master List
Hi, so I've mainly written for the Vampire Diaries, and I am now working on an MCU Bucky Barnes x OFC fic.
See under the cut!
MCU
good heart (faulty machine of a man) - in progress - bucky x ofc, post-endgame, pre-tfatws
Marvel (Netflix)
something (yeah, definitely something) - series - frank x amy from Punisher (2017), (one more part is left, but it kinda abandoned at this point)
Vampire Diaries
Angels and Demons - one shot - demon!bonnie x angel!damon au
Odd One Out - one shot - jealous!Elena, bamon S6 au
Roms-Coms - one shot - valentines day bamon au
drink with a serial killer - one shot - detective!bonnie x serial killer!damon au/ah
blood and bourbon (revamped) - multi-chapter - rockstar!damon x law student!bonnie au/ah, abandoned
blood and bourbon (old) - multi-chapter - rockstar!damon x law student! bonnie au/ah, abandoned (but longer than revamped)
one thing, every day - multi-chapter- damon x ofc, canon-divergent from S7, abandoned
Miscellaneous
not everything is bolts & wires - one shot - missing scene, don x judy from lost in space (2018)
BONUS:
I've written companion pieces for @darwinquark 's fics, so I'll add that here too:
For her fic those kinds of friends:
companion piece for chapter 7
For her fic six mornings after: (@sixmorningsafter)
a steroline wedding - one shot - sma steroline wedding
did she really love me - one shot - sma stefonnie moment
plus-one - one shot - sma bamon at a wedding
a belvafore drabble of sorts - one shot - sma quad babysit
a sma!kol x sma!damon headcanon
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Hey, I know I completely disappeared and didnโt update any of my seriesโ, BUT would any of you guys be interested in reading an almost 30k Frank Castle f!reader fic? It was originally an OC fic, but if you guys would prefer a self-insert one, I can edit it.
Please let me know what you guys think! And yes, I will eventually upload another chapter of Instrument of War ๐ญ
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๐๐จ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ
๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐: i actually really like this idea and think its kinda cute. it's not rough and aggressive like i normally make frank? it's cute.
๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : frank castle x reader
๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ญ๐จ๐๐๐ซ ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ
๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฌ/๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ค/๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐๐ & ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐! ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ/๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐๐ฌ!
๐๐+ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐
๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: 18+, language, use of sex toys (vibrator), making out, unedited
The vibrations spread through your body and made it difficult to focus on anything else.
Your nails dug deeper into Frank's arm the harder he pushed the silicone toy against your overly sensitive clit. It was put on the highest setting and he had no intention of turning it off.
Frank's lips melted into yours while you moaned freely against his. He loved the way you sounded- the soft mewls or the loud groans, they were addicting. They sounded even better muffled against his lips.
"Uh huh, focus, baby." You had pulled away from his mouth a little too long.
The vibrator hit just the right spot to have your eyes rolling back and your breath hitch. Frank's voice is soft and gentle, while his hands are aggressive and rough. Your lips find his reluctantly. Frank nips at your bottom lip, redirecting your attention back to his.
"I know, I know, it feels so good doesn't it?" He mumbles and you can only whine in response.
"Just focus on me," The vibrations warmed your center, making your hips jerk against the toy.
The pleasure was building in the pit of your stomach. Frank knew you wouldn't last much longer, but he didn't care- he just needed to hear you.
The kiss was lazy and out of sync. Frank nudged your cheek with his nose and started kissing your jaw, letting you cum freely. It was intense and abrupt. You're bucking your hips wildly, while moans get stuck in your throat.
"Let it out, let me hear you-" Frank pecks your jaw and near your mouth. He couldn't get enough of you and his free hand was tugging at your waist.
Your high came crashing down and your body was overheating. Shoving the toy away from your pussy, Frank allowed it. Suddenly the room was silent as he held down the button and the vibrating stopped. All you could hear is your panting and tiny whimpers.
Frank pulls you into his lap, peppering kisses around your face. Your hand cupped your pussy, calming the overstimulation. Soon Frank's lips found yours again, but it was agonizingly slow- lips barely touching while his hands craddle your face.
"Always sound so fucking pretty,"
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The Punisher Masterlist
Series
Black eyed & Blue - Tumblr OC/female reader, in progress. E
Heart Stone - Tumblr Musketeers AU, in progress. M.
One Shots
Ammunition- Tumblr you and Frank visit Coney Island, Frank has a fear of heights. Fluff and mild smut shenanigans. M
Too Sweet - Tumblr you need to convince Frank that he's worthy of your love. G
Show & Tell - Tumblr Frank tells you he loves you. Extremely loving smut. E
Next Time - Tumblr enemies to fuck buddies? Frank warned you, but you just want to see if he snaps... Rooftop vigilante smut. E
Lessons in Karma - Tumblr ยฆ Ao3 - After drunkenly breaking both your wrists, you discover much to your dismay that your rigid casts make it difficult to pleasure yourselfโฆ E.
In A Week - Tumblr ยฆ Ao3 sad, angsty, reader is um... dead, Frank is not dealing well, implied sort-of suicide attempt/lack of care. A partner fic to Seeya. M
Probably Nothing - Tumblr ยฆ Ao3 Frank helps takes your mind off your stressful day... E
Star-Crossed - Tumblr ยฆ Ao3 Romeo & Juliet Gangster forbidden love AU. Fluff and smut, E.
Reminder - Tumblr x female reader, Frank won't let insecurities get the better of you. Fingering, brief sex. E.
Hell's Belle - Tumblr ยฆ Ao3 gunslinger Frank x Saloon girl reader, Western AU, mentions of canon typical violence, smut, fluff. E.
If Found... Tumblr ยฆ Ao3 Soft Dom!Frank x Sub!puppy reader. You want some attention, and you get it. Smut, pet names, aftercare. E.
Now I Know - Tumblr ยฆ Ao3 kidnapping/rescue, violence, blood, bit of angst, smut, and fluff. E.
In Dreams - Tumblr ยฆ Ao3 sleepy morning sex, loving fluff. E.
Returns and Reruns - Tumblr ยฆ Ao3 Fratt, hookup, sort of established relationship, anal sex. E.
Rough Road - Tumblr ยฆ Ao3 Frank/Female reader, snowed in challenge prompt, acquaintances of circumstance to lovers, E.
After The Beep - Tumblrย ยฆ Ao3 Frank Castle / F Reader, phonesex voicemail, guided masturbation, Frank misses you. E
Ding ding, Round Two - Tumblrย ยฆ Ao3 Frank Castle/ F Reader, softdom!Frank, Trainer/student, smut. E
Bleeding Heart - Tumblrย ยฆ Ao3 Frank Castle/female eader, period fic, period hangups, period pain/sex, Frank being soft and loving. E
Reception - Tumblrย ยฆ Ao3 Frank Castle/F Reader meetcute, a dog, dates, smut, fluff. E
Morning Kiss - Tumblrย ยฆ Ao3 Frank Castle/F Reader, reader is being a brat but Dom daddy Frank sorts you out. Filth. E
From Ashes - Tumblr ยฆ Ao3 Frank Castle/f!Reader, unexpected pregnancy, angst, fluff. M
Ain't No Lullaby - Tumblrย ยฆ Ao3 Frank Castle/F Reader, angst, comfort, smut, light choking, lots of praise. E
Seeya -ย Tumblr ยฆ Ao3 Frank Castle/gnReader. Fluff M
Drabbles
Dinner & Diatribes - Restaurant restroom jealousy and filth! E
Clouds - depression comfort fic. G.
Untitled breeding kink thing - smutty multiple orgasms implied, breeding kink, Frank being Frank.
Do Your Worst - angsty fluffy drabble, gender neutral reader. G.
Idiot - Frank x female reader. watching you work has Frank hot and bothered. Masturbation, penetrative sex. E
Untitled Pussy Eating - heheh, Frank comes home bloody and hungry... FOR YOU. E
Where Does It Hurt - Frank x gn reader, injury, blood, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort. M.
Thick - Fratt, Frank x Matt Murdock, thigh humping for Bernthirstpalooza challenge. E.
First time - Frank X female reader, first kiss, first time, hangups. M.
Car sex thots
With love - gn reader, if you knitted the big bad punisher a hat and gloves. G
Ricochet - short Frank/gn Reader angst/comfort/fluff. G.
Suck It - Frank Castle/gn! Reader, teasing drabble. M.
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