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v1olentdelights · 2 years

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Only a Second

Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: You have the ability to heal wounds when you focus your energy on a person, but not to bring back a life.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of blood, cursing, a couple mentions of possible sexy time, a graphic threat.

a/n: hi y'all, it's been a minute... this one has been in the works for a while. Really quick, if you want to be apart of a taglist, send me an ask. I will happily add you to it!

If you could just touch him, only for a second. A second was all you needed and then you would let them tear you apart. But some masked men were holding you back as you struggled. Some other man had been holding your face forcing you to watch, not that you wouldn't as Frank was being pinned to the floor and beat. At this point you weren't sure who had more blood on them, the man in the mask or Frank.

"FRANK!" You screeched as you struggled against the men. "LET HIM GO! PLEASE JUST LET HIM GO!!" It was as if you weren't even there. Frank let out a deep stifled groan as he tried to face his head to you. But he was quickly put back in his place. "FRANK. BABY DON'T MOVE! IT'LL BE OKAY! I'LL GET TO YOU!" Your throat was on fire, your heart burning more. You only needed a second to save him.

How you got in this situation was far beyond your understanding. Sure you and Frank were having a date night so you both relaxed. But the man was ex-military and was practically a superhero. There was no way they could have caught him off guard without having some kind of prior engagement with the both of you. And here you were, the one with actual superpowers yet you sat there useless.

The problem was that you actually needed to be touching the person to heal them. They would kill you almost instantly that was sure, but if you could free Frank, nothing else mattered.

~~~~1 hour earlier~~~~

“And so then this man, who I know for a fact has heightened senses, smacks the shit out of my leg.” Frank chokes on his laugh, he pretends to hate Murdock. But you knew there was a soft spot — no matter how small it may be — in his heart for the lawyer. “I’m talking full on baseball player smack. Can you believe the little devil?”

“He is DareDevil is he not?” He gives you that unbelievably hot look before scoffing and shaking his head. As he goes to take a deep sip of his drink you rub your foot up his leg as slowly and seductively as you can, seeing how far you can push him. Tonight Matt had offered to do patrol alone so that Frank could take you out and spend the evening with you for your 2 year anniversary. You intended to put every minute of your time together to use.

Though you hadn’t meant for him to down the whole cup before aggressively waving down a waiter. “Frankie, what are you doing? I wanted a piece of cake…” Those damned doe eyes.

“You know what you are doing, and you’re crazier than red if you think I am gonna let it slide.” the look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. The second the bill was paid he had his hand wrapped around your waist hauling you along. Pressing a kiss to your nose he opened the door for you following behind.

Maybe it was because of how distracted you were, maybe it was because of the buzz of alcohol mixed with the burning love you had for the man behind you; or maybe it was the drug that was unknowingly mixed into your drink. You hadn’t been caught off guard by the hand that grabbed your wrist, thinking it was only Frank. It was only when something was smothering your face that you felt the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Frantically you tugged at the arms that had now found themselves wrapped around you. You tried to yell for Frank, but the darkness consumed you before you could hear a response.

You had been out for at least 30 minutes, by the time you had enough strength to open your eyes Frank had been beaten so badly that you couldn’t tell where his blood started and the other man’s began. What in the hell were they doing? Why were they doing this?

The iron smell had overtaken the cement room, you were sure you would be sick if you inhaled much more. You felt sick from not only the smell, but the sight as well. Your lover hung not 10 feet away getting pummeled and you could do nothing to prevent it; you wanted to look away, but you simply couldn’t.

“Baby girl,” His voice was hoarse and you could see some blood come sputtering out of his mouth. “Don- don’t look, please.” Frank's words were slurred and his face held no expression. His arms were bound to be out of his sockets by now with the way he was hanging, his feet were barely grazing the floor.

“Frank, just hold on please. I promise we’ll get through this, and then we can lay down and rest for a while. Just hold on!” Though your pleading seemed futile as you received a harsh slap across the face. This elicited an angry groan from Frank and a sharp yelp from yourself.

Something in you screamed, shrieked, thrashed about. None of the men were wearing masks, this meant you weren’t going to make it out of this alive. You tried to pry your hands out of the cuffs, of course your powers were only good for one thing. Light pulling became aggressive yanking, soon enough you heard a crack before one of your hands was free. Though when you pulled it in front of your face you immediately felt the pain at the sight of your deformed hand. Shit. Nothing felt right, things felt too easy, you shouldn’t have been able to get your hand out of the cuff. Then you were screaming, you were screaming for your lover, for yourself, for anyone. With how long you were out you couldn’t have been far, you were screaming for Murdock. You felt a prick in your neck and things got fuzzy before everything went black.

Everything was hazy, but you could tell you weren’t in the same place. You were on a bed, a rather comfy one. Instead of filling your mind with relief all you felt was dread. Where was Frank? What were they going to do to you? Why had they moved you when they could’ve done this in front of Frank to tourture him. Endless questions and worries filled your head.

“Y/N, are you alright?” The voice didn’t hold any anger or disgust but instead it was full of worry.

“Where is Frank?! I swear to God if you hurt him anymore I will slit your throat!” Almost flying off the bed when you sat up pushed your head into a panic, you expected to be chained down. “What the hell?” The room was dark, you could only see the person's figure.

“It’s okay, he’s alright. I promise you, he was just resting on the couch. Someone had to patch him up.” A huff escaped his lips and a sob slipped past yours. He had heard you, Matt Murdock had actually heard you. Slipping out from underneath the silk comforter you wobbled your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you Matt, I can’t thank you enough. I thought I was going to watch him die, or worse. I was so close to him, if they had just made a mistake.” Your mind was buzzing around louder than a colony of bees. He rubbed your back lightly in an attempt to slow your heart and calm you down. After a few moments he led you out to the living room where Frank had been laying back holding an ice pack to his face.

“Frankie,” Your breath was swept away again, it was as if someone had stolen one of your lungs yet again. “Let me help you honey.” He turned to face you, oh goodness his poor face. You’d love him no matter how he looked, but he almost didn’t look like you Frank. Slowly you raised your hand to hold his face, grabbing the ice pack from him you lightly pressed your forehead against his. His injuries started to heal ever so slowly.

“This is why we don’t do date nights out.” His voice was almost gone. But he was still trying to keep your mind off everything that happened. Matt had chuckled from the kitchen at that.

“Don’t- don’t ever do that again.” You didn’t know you were crying until you heard it in your voice.

“I didn’t do anything sweetie.”

“Shut your stupid face, you know what I mean. I- I can’t lose you Frank, you were right there. I could’ve saved you if you were just a little bit closer.” He wrapped his arms around you tighter.

“Don’t take this on your own. You couldn’t have done anything and that’s okay. It’s okay Y/N, we are here now and we are safe.” He said softly. By now most of the small injuries were gone. He took your hands from his face kissing your knuckles.

“We are okay, we are safe.” You repeat softly. “Guess we can’t have the special evening like we planned.” You joked.

“Who ever said that? I can think of a couple ways for it to still work out.” He cracked a smile. You heard shuffling and a cough from the kitchen.

“Get out of my home! I can smell it on the both of you.” Matt shouted. “I’m glad you both are safe. But get out!”

Tag list: @sheraayasher @murdockcastleslut

#grace writes #the punisher #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle x yn #frank castle #frank castle x y/n #punisher imagine

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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Aches & Pains | Frank Castle x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Frank castle and the prompt “Could you rub my neck? It’s sore as anything” please

summary: Frank knows exactly how to help with your aches and pains.

tws: swearing, mentions of pain

word count: 666

The base of your neck felt sore and achy as you let yourself into Frank’s shitty apartment, kicking your shoes off and grumbling as you searched for somewhere to sit down, eventually settling on the bed and closing your eyes as you tried to ignore the dull pain; you had been without back or neck support all day, and you were starting to feel the consequences of it as you rubbed at the sore spot, licking your lips and wishing that you had his calloused hands to sort it out for you. You needed his hands to work the pain out of your flesh, and as you tried to ignore it even more by scrolling on your phone, you couldn’t deny that you wished he would hurry up with whatever he was doing; as your boyfriend, Frank had come to expect you asking for neck massages, as well as back massages, and was more than happy to provide them, and fuck, he was good at it, too. A little bit too good for it to not be suspicious, if you were honest. It didn’t help that you were exhausted, either, having spent the day sat staring at a screen, you were fucking tired. You needed Frank.

Thankfully, it wasn’t long until he came home, shaking his boots off at the door before grumbling softly with surprise at how the door was unlocked, a smile coming to his face when he saw you sitting on the bed; he tilted his head to the side, watching you for a moment before he hummed quietly and made his way over, kneeling between your legs and taking in the fact that you were there, in that moment, that you were with him and he could actually sit down with you for a little while.

“Frank, baby, could you rub my neck? It’s sore as anything,” you whined, shaking your head. Frank thought you looked tired, like you had been up for a few hours too long and like you were experiencing a bit of an ache - although nothing out of the usual that you often experienced, nothing he didn’t know how to handle at least.

“Sure,” he grumbled, kneeling on the other side of the bed and letting you press your back against him, giving his hands free roam of your body. Gently, he started to work your neck, and by the way that you moaned softly, he knew that he was already doing quite a good job with his handiwork. “This okay?”

You nodded, closing your eyes and relaxing against him as he continued to rub your neck, knowing to go down to the base and to work harder there, his fingertips calloused but so easily getting out all the built up bullshit that rested beneath your skin; when you sighed quietly, he smiled, knowing that he was definitely doing a good job. He liked to give you little massages here and there, he knew that you appreciated them and… well, it was just a bit of normalcy that he loved to indulge himself in.

“Oh, it’s better than okay,” you hummed. “How the fuck did you get so good at this?”

Frank didn’t have the heart to explain if he was honest, biting at his bottom lip as he cleared his throat. “I guess I’ve just got a talent for knowin’ how to give massages.”

“You should’ve been a masseuse,” you chuckled. “Fuck, right there!”

He worked his fingers a little harder against your flesh, trusting you to tell him if it was too much or if it was hurting, but when you let out another soft moan, he knew that his work was very much paying off; to know that he could soothe your pains and aches within seconds always made him smile, and he was always grateful for the chance to touch you.

“I love you,” you whispered when he was done, turning around and gently kissing the tip of his nose. “Really, Frank, I do.”

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loubombshell · 2 years

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Requests

OPEN

I can't wait for your beautiful ideas <3

You can request per dm or simply ask.

What I'll write about

Ben Barnes

Dorian Gray

Billy Russo

Logan Delos

The Darkling

The Marauders

The Punisher

Dinah Madani

Including Fluff, Angst and everything you wish. Don't be shy.

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petertingle-yipyip · 2 months

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world class sinner - frank castle (masterlist)

season 2

pairings: billy russo x reader , frank castle x reader , punisher x exodus

summary: with daredevil dead, exodus returns from Quantico unsure of who she should be. fighting nightmares and deja vu, small sparks threaten to revive something saved for matt murdock before a shocking betrayal rattles New York’s two most dangerous vigilantes.

(1) - deja vu : Being back in the Kitchen almost immediately pulls her back into a fight. But without Matt, what has she become?

(2) if he had been with me: Further and further her humanity goes as Y/N commits herself to Frank Castle's crusade. Small moments threaten to bring her back, but how can she when there's nothing worth it... Or is there.

(3) haunted: Can’t breathe, can’t turn back. Y/N continues to walk the fragile line of her morality while finding an uneasy comfort in the presence of Billy Russo, despite being haunted by Matt Murdock’s memory. But reuniting with Frank Castle makes it little less miserable.

(4) aftermath: A quick run nearly turns disastrous when a bold move goes wrong. An attempted reconciliation between friends turns nasty, all because the aftermath of Midland Circle still lingers in Y/N’s actions.

(5) build god then we'll talk: Temporary alliances form on one side before fighting off an ambush from the other. All the while, dots are connecting for more than one player as the game grows more and more dangerous.

(6) so what now? : Limits are pushed and more secrets pile up as she continues to pretend on both sides. When they creep closer to one another, can she maintain all of her lies and save face or will she be forced to pick what relationship matters most?

(7) so it goes… : All eyes on her, a skilled illusionist. Playing the field for information gets what she needed but could threaten the relationship keeping her afloat.

(8) beautiful liar : A breaking point, new alliances, and seeds of mutual trust show Y/N who is and who isn’t on her side.

(9) bad omens: Lingering omens finally register and truths are revealed through blood, bullets, and betrayals.

(10) is it over now?: A long time coming, one fight comes to a bloody conclusion. Another lurks in the near future, and the connection between two friends and two lover is severed.

(11) sinner: It all comes down to one final night, where’s it all began. One who thinks he’s a god versus the one who once scared the Devil and the Punisher. The Devil wasn’t wrong after all to fear the evil she delivers.

(epilogue) i know it won’t work: After a couple weeks, Y/N decides to open Frank’s letter.

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russosafehaven · 1 year

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We’ll Be Here to The End

Gif is not mine, found on Pinterest

Content: Character Death, Suicide, Murder, Overall Dark Content, OD, There is a sui letter at the end that is based off of one of my own so be wary of that, reader has an established last name

Pairing: Billy Russo x Ghost!Reader

Just a little drabble about Billy’s death!

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel

“Please man.. you gotta believe me I didn’t do it. Curtis please.. help me”

He was lost. You’d always watched Billy after your death, sometimes gaining enough energy to be more than a apparition. Over a decade ago you had overdosed on your anti-depressants. It had all gotten bad again when Billy had left for training. You’d been struggling with a cutting addiction since you were 11 years old, home life got rough and you didn’t know how else to cope. When you turned 14 you’d met Billy at school. He was a transfer, having been expelled from his last school for disruptive behaviour. You were assigned to keep him in line, no matter what he said or did to you.

“Curtis please… I need you to believe me”

You watched with intent as he bled out. Hand clutching his stomach as the blood seeped through. The hang up tone from his phone rang throughout the room. Part of you wished you hadn’t ended it.

“Are you there…? Please… it hurts… fix it please.. Frankie won’t.. neither will Curtis you’re all I have…”

His cries for mercy were pitiful and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was your fault he was like this. If you hadn’t killed yourself would he have worked for Rawlins? No, of course he wouldn’t. The shit Rawlins did was illegal, you turned him into the monster he became.

“Billy…”

You called out, your body lighting up at the glow of the sun. His dark eyes looked at you, framed with soft pink lines. A sign of who he’d become. You had watched the fight, desperate to stop Frank from hurting your Billy in the way he did. Yet you couldn’t do anything but spectate. You hadn’t known Frank before your death, Billy having met him in the Marines. In a way he replaced you, yet Frank could never live up to you. It was a fact you knew well, Billy may have loved the Castles but he worshipped you.

The door opened and there stood Frank. Yet it wasn’t the man you once saw, this Frank was cold and unforgiving. Not the father full of a morbid light that he once was. This was all Punisher, the terroriser of New York City. Pity filled you as you watched the two men. That was until Frank’s eyes landed on you. The outlines of a friend Billy once spoke of. Maria used to called you Billy’s guardian angel. That once you had passed on, you dedicated your afterlife to protecting him. To an extent she was right, but you were no angel. Far from it, the world stripped you of your delicacy. Arthur stripped you of your innocence.

“You. You’re the one Billy always spoke about huh?”

Frank’s voice was deep and husky. Rough and coated with venom. Venom that Billy had produced when he didn’t protect the Castles.

“I am, I’m here to take Billy home”

Billy looked at you. You knelt down in front of him, a transparent hand coming to his face. Pretending to wipe the tears away. Frank walked up behind you, pointing a gun at his former best friend.

“Good, you can keep the son of a bitch”

With that a bullet shot rang out. Piercing Billy’s skull. You watched silently, a grotesque smile crossing your face. Billy will be home soon.

“You’re a sad man Francis Castiglione”

You turned around to face Frank. Studying the man with sad eyes. He had no remorse for his actions, he had no intent to live and yet he did. He was stronger than you could have ever been.

“How… How do you know that? I ain’t been Francis Castiglione for years”

A small giggle escaped your lips. Truth was you had been there at the carousel shooting. Pulling the Castles souls from their bodies, welcoming them to their afterlife. Maria had grown close to you and the two younger ghosts had taken to you as a parental figure.

“Maria told me, you know I was there that day. I watched Billy’s face full with regret when the bullets pierced Juniors flesh. I watched as Maria screamed and covered her daughters body. I watched as you survived and they all fell to the floor, limp and lifeless. I watched as Billy walked away, tears soaking his face. He cried for months you know? Put a real dent in Anvil. He put himself back together, he’s lost so much. He’s home now though. With me, it was always me Francis. He betrayed your family in hopes you would kill him, this was always his endgame. That day on the carousel I was hoping you’d kill him, give him to me but you were too weak. Instead he just lost his memory, I had to try so hard to get him to trust me. I told him the truth, it’s how he figured it out. Billy wanted you to kill him but he didn’t want the Castle family to die. Maria knows it, Lisa and Junior they both know it. You’re the only one left Francis”

Dark eyes were trained on you. As he came at you, he must have forgotten you were an apparition. His large body landed into the wall, cracking it.

“YOU DON’T TALK ‘BOUT MY FAMILY OKAY?!”

Blood started to seep through his clothes. Hands wrapped around you, Billy’s hand. You could be together again.

“Look in his pockets Francis, you might find something interesting”

As Billy guided you out of the building you both floated peacefully. You were together again, that’s all that mattered.

He stood alone for a few minutes before Frank did as you said. Rummaging through his best friends pockets. All he found was a piece of paper and a small bunny toy. Pink and covered in dirt. Unfolding the paper, Curtis appeared over his shoulder. Frank turned around, acknowledging his friends presence. In silence they read the letter.

Dear Billy,

This will be my last letter to you and for that I am sorry. I know this is a pretty shitty goodbye but by the time you read this I’ll be dead. I love you with all that I am but I cannot keep doing this. You’re gone and you were all I had. My parents are getting worse. I went to my fathers for Christmas, my brother came with me but it was horrible. He touched me, my father he touched me again Billy. They did nothing to stop it. I’ve relapsed, really fucking badly and I wish I didn’t. You’re my world, so with this letter Im leaving you Cottontail. You remember the small bunny I always carry around? I want you to have them. They’ll protect you when you go on tour. So while I know that you will hate me for this, hate me for all I’ve done to you I am sorry. Know that I’ll always watch over you from above. Whenever you need me I will be there, even if you cannot see. William Russo you have protected me ever since we met, I wish that you hadn’t been pained the way you had. Maybe in another life we’ll be together again. I hope you visit my grave, and if you don’t know that I’ll wait for you anyways. I wanted to make it to 18, so I could try and enlist with you and we could be together. I just couldn’t, this is all far too much Billy. I wanted to confess to you, tell you how I’ve been madly in love with you since we were dumb fifteen year olds making out in the the library because you wanted to see what kissing was like. So William Russo, when you pass on whenever that may be. I hope you find me in the after life.

Your bunny, Y/N Walsh

P.S I know one day you wanted to open your own company. Well after you leave the Marines what about security? You’d be perfect for it after your service. I’ve always liked the name Anvil for a company. Stay safe my love, find friends. I may have been a failure but others won’t be. You’ll find you family Billy.

Frank and Curtis looked at one another, all of a sudden it fell into place. Anvil, his outbursts, why he spent drunken nights crying by a grave. They lost their brother because he lost his world.

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mybrainiswild · 2 years

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Characters I'd write for

I'd pretty much write for any character as long as I know them or know enough about them.

My requests are open, just leave me an ask.

However my main people are:

MARVEL

Frank Castle/The Punisher

Billy Russo/Jigsaw

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Steve Rodger/Captain America

Bucky Barns/The winter soldier

Loki Laufeyson

SHADOW AND BONE

The darkling/ General Kirigan

Kas Brekker

OTHER

Ransom Drysdale

Dodge Mason {Panic}

Anthony Bridgerton

Daryl Dixon (TWD)

Rhett Abbott (Outer Range)

Aldon Reese (FUBAR)

TOP GUN MAVERICK

All the Daggers Literally any of them

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siren-sent-by-cupid · 2 years

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Midnight Rendezvous (Frank Castle x YN)

Chapter 2 - Pick Up

"You're hurt" He's getting closer.

It's getting suffocating. You felt cramped and trapped, like a scared animal or a child that just got caught flushing dad's watch down the toilet. "Yeah, it's whatever. I can handle it." Now you're backing up. He continues to walk toward you and your back hits the wall. You suddenly regret not turning and sprinting when you had the chance.

He's insanely close to you now. Like smell-the-fresh-blood-and-old-aftershave close. "Listen, kid, I wanna say sorry for the other night, 'bout lashing out at ya. Let me help you, stitch your arm up."

You're suspicious about his real motives. He really didn't seem sorry before he noticed you were hurt. It isn't much you can do now except to silently pray that he can't sense your growing panic. You barely trusted people, let alone mountain men who make a living off of killing, and now you're about seven seconds away from a panic attack.

"I told you, I'm fine. Now please leave me alone."

"Kid-"

You look him in his eyes now, lifting them from their spot on the wall behind him. "Don't call me kid I'm a grown-ass woman." You pause for a few seconds and then move your eyes back to their spot on the wall "Dickhead"

He chuckles. Does he think it's funny? How upset you are? "Okay, Ass," It's a little better than 'kid' or 'sweetheart', "Let me check out your arm."

There's no choice left. Begrudgingly, you sigh "Ugh, fine" and plop down crisis crossed on the floor, crossing your arms as well.

"What happened to bein' a 'grown-ass woman'?"

You scoff "No way in hell I'm going anywhere with you, I don't even know you."

"Pulling the stranger-danger card, eh?" He sucks the inside of his cheek and looks around, gesturing with both arms out. "Do ya see any medical supplies in here? 'Cause I don't."

Now you're properly sulking "Bring some back here, then."

He's getting pissed off, visibly. "Ok," he inhales deeply and runs a hand over his face "Just know, you did this to yourself." He bends down to your level and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING" You start punching his back and trying to kick him, but he knew you would so your legs are pinned down. The large cuts and bruises on your arms and torso aren't making your punches that powerful, either.

"Act like a child, get treated like a child." He starts walking. "You said yourself that you're grown, so act like it, Ass"

You give up, but you do go rag doll which throws his balance slightly and makes you smile. At this point, you wouldn't care if he dropped you because that would also mean that he falls.

(466 words)

#frank castle #fanfiction #short story #fanfic #the punisher #punisher x y/n #the punisher fanfiction #nmcu #netflix marvel #marvel #disney #disney plus #yn

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oreosmama · 4 years

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Yandere ozai?

Yandere Ozai Headcanons

*GIF not mine*

A/N: Should I start watching Hunter x Hunter? Sorry, that was random. Anyways, just wanna warn you these hcs are a lil out of order, and I’m sorry. When I wrote it, I just kept coming up with more and more ideas for the “story” so I just kept adding to it. Anyways, hope you like it!

Word count: 956

First of all, you’re a maid in the castle. Yeah, of course he’s seen you in the halls and thought you were attractive, but he never really gave it more thought.

Then Zuko and Azula’s mother left, and that’s when he got hooked on you. He felt lost and you, being the ever-faithful servant, stayed by his side and comforted him.

(We are talking about adults here. You did have sex with him for “comfort.”)

Anyways, after that, you had sealed your fate. While you tried to get on with your life, Ozai wasn’t as forgetful.

Honestly, I think this guy is one of those yanderes who initially don’t want to admit or believe they love you.

Like first, he’ll try other concubines. Women who will bow down to him and such.

Then he’ll finally resort to keeping you near, allowing you to continue being a maid and such (because he initially planned on kicking you to the curb after your night together), but he still doesn’t like that he likes you.

Part of him just feels… addicted. Like he doesn’t want to lose you. But he doesn’t like having that attachment.

Honestly, he’ll want to blame his obsession on you, like make you feel bad for it and stuff.

He’ll keep trying to show off with other women in the castle.

Making out with them during breakfast and such while you’re serving them and you’re just standing around like “did you want eggs or…”

Then, at some point, he doesn’t exactly give in to his feelings, but he understands that as the leader of the world, it doesn’t matter who he’s with.

Ozai’s not really self-concious of you ruining his image; if anything, he kinda wants to use you to flaunt how he can transform someone from rags to riches.

At that point, he’s really fallen for you. He’s on the verge of taking over the world, his rebelling son is still banished, and he’s about to take over the last city that stands a chance against him: Ba Sing Se.

It’s a toss up of whether he wants to flaunt his world to you or to flaunt you to his world.

You better treat everything he does like it’s amazing. Seriously, this guy is pure ego.

If he gifts you something (which is something he does often), you must always repay him. Whether this is sexual or compassionate just depends on his moods.

Maybe I’m wrong about this, but I really don’t think Ozai is the type of yandere to be like “you should feel blessed to be with me,” especially after he’s fallen for you. Initially? Yeah sure, he may have thought that a few times. But after he’s acknowledged the fact that he can’t let you go, I don’t think he’d rub his love in your face too much. He’d be more obsessed with showing you what he can do.

You’re his world now, and giving you the entire world is his perfect gift.

In the end, of course he’s captured for attempting to do this, and his third or fourth thought is “oh shit, where’s YN?”

He orders the last of all the Ozai loyalists to capture you and, I’ll be frank, he wants you to go out “together even in death” style.

With a forced kiss, he’ll make you drink poison in his cell while he holds you in his arms (he ignores your struggling and crying). After the life has faded from your body, he takes his own swig and you go out together.

Anyways, back to before all of this (sorry this is so out of order) right after you had sex with him to comfort his wife leaving, I think he more fell for you because you symbolized a new hope for him.

He had made you feel so good that night. Deep down, he wanted to keep making you feel that good.

Ozai wanted to prove to you but mostly himself that he could keep a woman and please her. He wanted his ex-wife to regret leaving him, so he was going to give you the world.

Getting right back into it, he is a crazed king, mind you, so he will use his power for self-gain. If you’re talking to someone, no matter the gender, he’s going to banish them.

(Of course if they touch you, their life is the price of their misdeed.)

You, on the other hand, are also forced to take responsibility for your mistakes.

It’s not uncommon that he’ll lock you away to keep you from interacting with others, but if you’re wrong-doings are especially horrible, whippings and burnings are not uncommon. (Plus, he likes the sight of his fire touching and permanently marking your skin. It’s like a physical claim no one, not even you, can get rid of. It keeps you knowing your place.)

There’s really no list of rules Ozai has set for you, but they’ve become clear to you over the years you’ve been with him.

1: No contact with others.

2: Always repay your lord for his kindness.

3: Bow when he enters and leaves a room.

4: Give him a kiss or more whenever he acknowledges your presence.

5: Never disobey an order from your master.

Truly, being with Ozai is quite simple: learn your place and no one gets hurt.

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frankenhookersmonster · 1 year

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fictober day thirty one - hookup, lovebug!frank castle x reader

warnings - 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, dad's best friend!frank castle x reader, smut (p in v)

word count - 1.8k

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a/n - a little treat for the end of fictober :] ty for reading

October Thirty-First, one year after leaving

Everything hurt. You were conscious, compared to your fleeting lucidity the day before, and that only amplified your pain. Your wisdom teeth had been bothering you for a bit, you knew you needed them out for a while but only recently it had become unbearable. Unfortunately for you, this overlapped with Halloween. You had made plans to go out with some friends, dress up cute, maybe get a little bit fucked up if you so felt. The plans dissolved, though, and now you were plopped down on the couch in a manageable amount of pain. Halloweentown played on the tv, you swallowed as much water as you could and hugged a stuffed animal you had left at home over a year ago.

The door creaked open, it was just loud enough for you to hear, along with the shaking off of boots. Sock clad feet walked up to the living room, and unfortunately for you, the closer they got the more recognizable they became.

“Cozy?” You looked up to Frank, who was pulling off a heavy, brown canvas jacket. You figured he’d stop by at some point, you couldn’t really escape him try as you might. You nodded, drinking what was left of your water and hearing the ice clatter around the glass. “Here.” Frank held his hand out, flexing his fingers. “You don’t have to.” You mumbled, voice straining which made him have to hide a smile. “Just give it.”

He disappeared into the kitchen with your cup, you could hear him add ice and fill it with water. When he came back in you took him in fully, the red of his cheeks disappearing as he warmed up in your house. “Thank you.” Your words were quick, choking them down with a sip of your new water. “No problem.” Frank let out a huff as he sat down next to you.

“The hell is this movie?” You snorted, turning to see his furrowed brows as he scanned the screen. “Have you never seen Halloweentown?” He looked at you then, his arms still resting on his thighs. “The fuck is a Halloweentown?”

You laughed loudly, ignoring the pain in your throat. He frowned, leaning back against the couch cushions. “You mean to tell me you’ve never seen the 1998 Disney Channel classic?” Frank shrugged. “I’m an old fuck, remember?” He smiled, reaching a hand over to tuck some hair behind your ear. It had been a minute since you had been with Frank, going on ten months at this point, but he still had that effect on you. Butterflies were forming, though you did your best to ignore them.

“How’s the recovery going?” His eyes were burrowing into you, tongue slotted in between his teeth. You hummed, shutting your eyes as his touch around your jaw lingered. “It’s been, like, four days and it still hurts like a bitch.” Frank pouted, his hand wandering down to hold your throat gently. If he asked you to speak you would’ve stuttered, your face would’ve flushed and your eye’s would’ve blinked too much.

“Would it hurt, like a bitch, if I kissed you?” You knew it would happen sooner or later, you just didn’t expect it to be so sudden. You didn’t mind, though, because you’d be lying if just seeing him wasn’t turning you on. “N-no.” You stuttered, feeling your hands get clammy under your fuzzy blanket.

Frank leaned close, you could feel his hot breath against your lips before he moved his face to your neck. You groaned, a mix of arousal and annoyance when he didn’t connect your mouths. He moved to the other side of your neck to leave a kiss, then to the center just below your chin. He moved to your chin, then hovered over your lips just long enough to hear you whimper. He smiled, tilting his head to lay his lips on your cheek, then slowly moving himself to kiss your other cheek.

“What are you doing, ah-” Frank licked a stripe up your neck, taking his time to coat your throat in his spit. Once he removed himself from your skin, left a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. “Not gonna share my spit with someone who just had oral surgery, sweetheart.”

In one swift movement, Frank pulled your blankets off of you to reveal your body, covered in your favorite comfy clothes. “Nice pajamas.” He snorted, you went to cover your face but Frank kissed the backs of your hands. He pulled you close, gently resting you down on the back of the couch.

Frank’s mouth moved down to your chest, the small amount of skin that was showing was covered in wet kisses while his fingers tugged on the ends of your shirt. You took your hand and placed it over his. “Can I keep it?” It wasn’t like Frank hadn’t seen every inch of you, because he certainly had. It had been a while, though, and being on the couch for the past few days had made you feel a little gross and unsexy. “Of course.” He smiled at you, planting a kiss on your forehead, which immediately made your confidence grow.

“How about the shorts?” He had moved closer to your lower half, waistband of both your sweat shorts and your underwear in between his fingers. “T-Take them off, please.” You muttered, adjusting yourself and lifting your hips so he could pull your clothes down. His lips met your hips, then your naval, and then your belly. You giggled, though it was met with a moan when his fingers came up to your core. “There it is. Missed this.” He mumbled against your skin.

“Where’s your dad? Lena?” He looked up at you with blown pupils, fingers still playing with your cunt while you tried to search for an answer. “At a b-bar. The new one that just opened, Lena’s friend owns it, fuck.” He clicked his tongue, massaging the skin on your hips with his hands. “You poor, poor thing. Dad left you all alone after you got your wisdom teeth out, huh.” You wanted to remind him that you were pretty much healed, that the pain was bad though manageable, but you didn’t let yourself turn to putty in his grip.

“Bet I could slip in right now, and I’ve barely touched you. Wanna find out?” Before he even finished his sentence, he was pulling his shirt off and unzipping his pants. You saw the imprint through his boxers as you adjusted yourself, let your legs spread to either side of Frank and gave a view of all of you. He smiled, pulling down what was left of his clothes before he took a thumb to your swelling clit, cold air hitting it harshly. You shivered, “Please, Frankie.”

Pushed in, taking his time. He looked at your face, your expression blissed out. He ate it up, leaning down to suck on your neck harshly. He stayed put for a moment, basking in your heat, the heat that he missed so dearly. “Fuck me already, please, god. I’m already in pain, I just need you to do this for me, Frankie.” He was stunned, in all the time that Frank had known you, nothing like that had ever slipped from your lips, especially when you were underneath him like this.

He did as you asked, gently rocking his hips against you at first. His pace quickened fast enough, hair falling into his face while he tried to look into your eyes. Your vision was a bit blurry, light moans escaping your lips before he hit your favorite spot. He knew he was close to it before you did, even after all this time he still knew your body like the back of his hand. You let him know, though, because a long, deep moan came out and shook him, he could have cum from just that.

“You miss this too, sweetheart?” You nodded, though you weren’t sure if it was the truth. Maybe you did miss him, maybe you just missed sex this good. It was hard to tell when Frank was doing everything right, everything perfect, and giving you the attention you craved. “You fuck me so good, Frank, love it when you fuck me like this.”

He continued to kiss your skin, masking his moans when he did so. He hadn’t had sex like this in a while, and having it with you was a dream come true. When he came over, he didn’t expect to end up inside of you. Frank saw the cars, apart from yours, missing from the driveway. He remembered watching your dad all but carry you into the house a few days before, gauze hanging out of your mouth and giggles coming from both of you. He didn’t want you to be alone, he did care about you and all so the thought of you helpless in the house with a wisdom toothless mouth made him frown.

His actions were self indulgent. Frank couldn’t lie, he came over with some ulterior motives, even put a condom he didn’t end up using in his pocket. He didn’t expect you to be so susceptible, he didn’t think you would be until he was inside of you, seeing the way your face twisted up like it always did.

You were squeezing him tight, holding him close to your skin. Normally he’d be hiss, shake off the grip, but being with you again had made him ignore the pain. “Yeah, that’s it. Feels so good, uh-” He was getting close, and though he tried to edge himself it was hard with the way your cunt was gripping him.

You didn’t even notice the tears falling from your eyes, but Frank did, clearing them away with his lips. A hand came to rest on your cheek, thumb swiping away the mix of teardrops and Frank’s saliva that laid on your face. “You’re so fucking pretty, Jesus Christ.” He hid in the crook of your neck, trying to avoid his orgasm. “Frank, hmm making me feel amazing, just like you always do.”

“I’m gonna cum if you keep talking to me like that.” You giggled, interrupted by a sharp moan. “Isn’t that the point?”He groaned. “Where, tell me where to cum sweetheart.” You thought for a moment, hard as it was as he fucked your swollen folds. “T-Thighs.”

He nodded, though you came before the thought of his seed covering your skin could fully soak in. He helped you ride out your orgasm before quickly pulling out. He pushed your knees to your chest and came on the back of your thighs in long spurts. When your eyes opened you could see his face, furrowed brows and gaping mouth as he painted your skin.

Once he was done, still catching his breath, he took a thumb to wipe the cum around. “I’ll get a towel in a second, I just,” He trailed off, lost in watching the cum drip onto the couch. “Frankie, it'll stain.” You whined. He heard you, though he still took his time with your fucked out body. “Pretty, pretty baby.” He leaned down to kiss the back of your kneecaps. “Towel, now.”

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xixxala · 2 years

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y/n: Violence isn't the answer.

Frank: You’re right.

y/n: *sighs in relief*

Frank: Violence is the question.

y/n: What?

Frank, bolting away: And the answer is yes.

y/n, running after them: NO-

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iwillbeinmynest · 4 years

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Old Lady - Frank x Reader(f)

Author’s Notes: Okay this one has me melting lol. I’ma actually relived to be on this fluff kick for a bit. Its refreshing and fun. Especially during a time when, I think, everyone could use some.

AU: Biker

Word Count: 1.6k + (Okay, so this one is a one-shot, to a dabble. Sue me.)

Notes/Warning: Fluff, tiny bit of stress and embarrassment, kissing

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Frank walked out from the club house and grabbed his helmet off the handles of his bike.

“And where are you headed so early?” Sam asked as he stood with crossed arms and a smirk. He leaned against the porch railing with his hips.

“I got somethin’ I need to do.”

“I bet you do.” Sam’s grin grew wider.

Frank huffed, “Don’t you have anyone else you can bother?”

Sam only shook his head.

Frank rolled his eyes and then swung a leg over his bike. He cranked it up and the engine roared to life.

Steve walked outside and stood next to Sam. “Where is he going?” he asked as Frank rode away.

“Where do you think?”

Steve smiled. “I’m happy for him.”

“It’s a shame he’s going soft, though.”

“I’d say he’s got a pretty good reason for it though.” Steve added.

* * *

Frank shut off the bike and ran a hand through his hair and gave his head a shake to try and get rid of his helmet hair- he wanted to look his best, this was a big day.

As he approached the house Frank heard the sound of shouting and crying. He knocked on the door.

“It’s open!” Her shout muffled.

Frank opened the door to see the living room a mess of glitter and dance costumes. Toys littered the floor and the four year old Hannah dashed from one side of the room to down the hall in nothing but an oversized tee-shirt and dance tights.

Frank found Y/N and looked at her with wide eyes.

Y/N was close to tears and went to him. “She won’t let me do her hair and we are about to be late for her call time,” Y/N’s chin quivered and she dropped her head against his chest. “I’m the worst dance-mom ever.”

If it was any other woman, Frank would have laughed but, this was Y/N. So, he rubbed her back and kissed her head before taking a deep breath. “What needs to get done so we can go?”

Y/N inhaled and stood upright, detaching herself from Frank. “Um,” She wiped her face of tears, “I need to get her costumes and shoes together and I need to get her hair into a bun but she keeps running from me and I don’t know what else to say to her to get still.”

Frank nodded, “Okay how about I do her hair and you get her clothes.”

YN looked at him like he had three heads. “You can do a ballet bun?”

“I’ll manage.” He said matter of factly, “How hard could it be?”

Y/N sniffed, “Have you met Hannah?”

Frank put his hand at the back of Y/N’s head and pulled her to him until he could kiss her forehead. “You do your part, I’ll take care of her.”

* * *

Frank walked into Hannah’s room to find her standing dead still and staring at her T.V. which was playing Sophia the First.

Silently as he could, Frank grabbed a hairbrush and hair ties from Hannah’s dresser and stood behind her. He gathered up all of her hair and, when she started to squirm, he gave her the Elsa doll that was sitting on her bed. Hannah stopped moving and Frank kept working. Before the episode was over, he’d done it and it wasn’t half bad if you asked him.

He went to the living room and found that Y/N seemed less stressed.

She looked up from butting Hannah’s tap shoes in the dance bag. “Did you get it?”

Frank smirked with pride, “Yes, I did. I just need some hairspray for the back.”

“Well, who’d have thought,” Y/N smiled as she tossed him the can of spray - he caught it with ease. “Thank you.”

He winked at her then disappeared back into Hannah’s room. He came out seconds later with Hannah and she was surprisingly quiet.

Y/N gasped dramatically, “Hannie! You look beautiful, baby!” She looked over Frank’s handywork and really was impressed. “I think it may need a few bobby pins but it looks great.” She grabbed a handful and let Frank continue to hold her daughter while she snuck them in.

Hannah rested her head on Frank’s shoulder and held Elsa tight.

“You ready to go, now, baby?” Y/N asked.

Hannah nodded her head but otherwise didn’t move from Frank’s arms.

Y/N gave Frank a look and grabbed all of Hannah’s dance clothes before heading to the door.

Frank chuckled, “You gonna go out in that?”

Y/N paused and looked at her sweat pants and sports bra. She slammed the door shut and dropped the costumes back on the couch. She ran down the hall to her room and called out, “I’ll be ready in two minutes!”

* * *

She kept to her word and reappeared with seconds to spare. She was twisting her hair up as she came down the hall and pinning it into place.

Frank’s brows shot up. “Wow,” he said at the sight of her.

She was wearing a black lace dress with a blue lining, it fit like a glove. Her heels, a baby blue t- strap, really helped to show off her legs.

“What? Does it look bad?” She stopped in her tracks, ready to change if she needed to.

“No, you look…” Hannah’s head popped up from Frank’s shoulder to look at Y/N, too. “Wow. I just hope you don’t go out in that too much or I might have to crack some skulls.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled softly. “It’s brand new and just for you.” She placed a hand on his chest and leaned in to give him a kiss. “Besies, unless you’ve done something I should know about, I plan on keeping you Frank Castle.”

“No, Ma’am. I’m all yours.”

“What are skulls?” Hannah asked.

Frank pulled his lips down in a dramatic frown, “Oops.”

“It’s nothing, baby. Come on. It’s time to go.” Y/N said quickly to avoid the conversation.

* * *

At the theatre, Y/N rushed back to her seat. Frank smiled at her and the stage lights lit up his face gently.

“She okay?” He asked her.

Y/N nodded. “Yeah. I left her with Jess, one of the other mom’s. Hannah likes her so she didn’t freak out when I left.”

“Good.” Frank put his hand on her knee and patted it. “She’s gonna be great.” He encouraged her quietly.

The lights faded to black as the current dance number ended and Y/N grabbed Frank’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

The lights came up and there was little Hannah just off center in the very front. She was grinning wide and stood proud with her hands and feet in first position. The music started and Hanah began her dance. Her evergreen, romantic, tutu flowed around her as she ran from one side of the stage to the other in time with the other girls.

Y/N watched her with pride and Frank watched Y/N.

He loved to see the love Y/N had for her daughter. It gave him hope. His mother was never like this, in fact he wasn’t sure if she’d ever been proud of him. But Y/N- she was an amazing mom and if he had his way she was gonna be a great old lady. His old lady.

The song ended and everyone clapped and cheered.

Y/N clapped and then wiped tears from her eyes. When she noticed Frank watching her she blushed, embarrassed. “Sorry. I was just so nervous for her. She did great.”

“She was amazing.” He smiled at her.

“I guess I’d better go get her ready for her tap number. I’ve only got five songs in between.” Y/N grabbed her purse.

Frank took her hand, “I’ll walk you.”

He escorted her through the dark theatre and then held the door for her. When they reached the lobby Frank grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a kiss.

She fell into it and placed both hands on his kutte. She pulled back and looked at him curiously with a smile. “What was that for?”

He shook his head. “Just...’cause. You… Y/N Y/L/N you are the most perfect woman I’ve ever met in my life and I know you hate him and I know I shouldn’t be but I’m so glad Hannah’s father bailed on you cause he gave me you. And I swear on my kutte that if you’ll have me, I’ll do right by you and our little ballerina princess.”

Y/N tried to breathe through the tears that threatened to fall.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Y/N kissed him and pulled him close by wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you, too, Frank.”

He grinned down at her before kissing her again.

Someone entered the lobby and Y/N and Frank jerked away from each other like teenagers- flushed and all but giggling.

“Well, I better get back there.” Y/N finally said.

“Oh, yeah- yeah, okay. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you back in there then.” He couldn’t get rid of the smile on his face if he tried.

Y/N nodded and then headed down the stairs and towards the backstage entrance.

Frank watched until he couldn’t see her any more then shoved his hands in his pockets and allowed himself a moment to revel in the moment since he was alone in the lobby again.

But when he turned around he froze.

Standing smug and smirking, on the stairs to the balcony, stood Steve and Sam. Steve nodded and Sam wiggled his brows at Frank.

Frank’s smile vanished and he was suddenly embarrassed, wondering how much they’d seen. But all he said was a grumbled, “Shut up,” before returning to his seat.

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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We Become The Night | Frank Castle x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: may i pls request a frank castle x male reader fic inspired by We Become The Night by Motionless In White pls pls!!

summary: you and Frank have been through a lot together, it’d only make sense that there’s something you both really need to address.

tws: swearing, mentions of violence

word count: 1019

lyrics are in italics

We become the night

The rich get richer while the sick get sicker

The profits from the people feed the poor another needle

The flames get bigger while the moths all shiver

They're subsidising evil with no budget for a sequel

You and Frank got along well, you believed in a lot of the same things and you were angry about the same fucking bullshit that you had to endure day in day out, the same fucking bullshit every decent person had to go through while the politician cunts and the rich cunts pushed people to their limits, to starvation and to fucking dying; you made a good team, too, with your skill with knives and hand to hand combat, and his military training, you made a damn good team, and if he was honest… well, if he was honest, Frank would have said that he would have liked for you to be his boyfriend one day.

The Prozac's gift wrapped with a smile

The cash grab never goes out of style

Your flashbacks givin' you a panic attack

When your eyes go pitch black

When it came to the unsavoury things, the nightmares, the flashbacks, the PTSD in general, you were always there for Frank at the drop of a hat, unflinching and unwavering, more like an anchor than anything else; you were always there for him, and in return, he had always tried to be there for you, too. When you told Frank about how some guy had harassed you for daring to exist as a queer man, he handled it; granted, not cleanly, and certainly not with words, but he handled it. He was there, just as you were.

We become the night

Where hope survives

We embrace the shadow following behind

So come alive, and take back your soul

While we become the night

In the cover of night, you and Frank brought hope to people when hope felt like a privilege long gone, shadows that would come alive and would breathe the hope back into people with each trigger pulled and each blade slashed through a throat; you did what Daredevil or that Spider-Prick were too scared to do. You were the night, you were the hope.

They pull the trigger like a cold heart killer

But then they play the victim to manipulate the system

They synthesise reality to sell what you don't need

They drain us of our portion just to paint another portrait

“They’re doing it again, Frankie,” you told him with a hum. “Cold hearted killer Frank Castle.”

“Don’t listen to that shit,” he growled, “they fucking play the victim and manipulate the system to their own whims. They take everything people got for their own. Don’t listen to that shit - it’s like listening to Piers Morgan.”

The Prozac's gift wrapped with a smile

The cash grab never goes out of style

We're cutting the ties with the knives in our back

When your eyes go pitch black

“That cunt is still on my list,” you mused, tossing the newspaper aside. All owned by the same bigoted fuck anyway. You brought your feet up onto the table, tilting your head to the side as you looked at Frank with a smile. “It’s all just a fucking cash grab, anyway. They use your name and people buy their shit. What a bitch of a situation is that, huh?”

Frank dared to laugh as he nodded. “I keep telling you, (y/n), I could put a knife in your back, and if I do, you best use it to cut all ties with me.”

We become the night

Where hope survives

We embrace the shadow following behind

So come alive, and take back your soul

While we become the night

“I’m not doing that,” you huffed, shaking your head. “After all we’ve done? Really? Frank, it’s because of us - mostly you, but still us - that people have hope again. Have you seen the people who go out on the street at night? They’re not scared of some fucking shadow following behind them, and it’s because of us.”

Creatures crawling out from Hell with

Vengeance in our hearts

As the hourglass becomes your reaper

We've come to take what's ours

“We do make a good team,” he agreed gruffly, leaning back on the bed and bringing one leg up, resting a book against his upright thigh as he opened it and huffed. Fuck it, he might as well say it now. “You ever wonder if things would be different between us?”

“What’d you mean?” You asked, raising a brow. “You mean if we didn’t go out and get vengeance every night or-”

“I meant if we… got into a different kinda relationship,” he replied, not taking his eyes off of his book for fear of how you would look at him. He clenched his jaw, sighing heavily. “Y’know, switch the sand in the hourglass.”

We become the night

Where hope survives

We embrace the shadow following behind

So come alive, and take back your soul

While we become the night

So run and hide

Screaming out like thunder, lightning cracks the sky

Close your eyes, don't walk towards the light

Yeah, we become the night

We become the night

You swallowed thickly, licking your lips; sure, you loved Frank dearly, very dearly, but being his partner in literal crime was a lot different to being his life partner; you clenched your jaw, humming softly as you chewed at the inside of your lip and thought about it. You and Frank were the ones that gave people hope, hope that justice was not unachievable, hope that gangsters and the scum of the fucking earth would run into the shadows at night and would hide somewhere for days on end; gunshots going off like thunder and lightning and the slice of a knife through a throat as blood turned to ice in the winter were a symbol to the people, now. A symbol of justice. You and Frank were a damn formidable team, but… but maybe you did want to be his boyfriend; maybe you did want to be his life partner. Despite the dangers involved with such a thing, maybe you did want that. Badly.

You nodded slowly. “You don’t think it’d compromise everything we’re working for?”

“No,” Frank admitted quietly. “Do you?”

“Not really,” you admitted quietly, daring to move over to the bed and laying yourself across him as you huffed. His free hand went to your back, and you hummed when he started to use his thumb to draw little patterns into your skin. “Frank… I love you.”

That felt more like relief to say than anything, but maybe you had just been lurking in the shadows for too long and maybe you had been in the darkness of night for too long.

Frank only grumbled, nodding slowly and turning the page of his book; you caught a glimpse of the title, and you dared to laugh softly.

“Jekyll and Hide?” You asked, and when he nodded, you laughed again. “Y’know, I know someone else who is a massive softie on one side, but on another he is the meanest, baddest, most violent son of a bitch alive.”

His lips turned into a smile as he shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

“Oh, you’d like to make me,” you teased. “Wouldn’t you, Frankie?”

“I told you to shut up,” he chuckled. “Don’t you ever listen?”

“Not really,” you admitted with a shrug. “I spend too much damn time being quiet. Too much exposure to the night and to the shadows. I gotta let loose.”

“You’re an idiot,” he mumbled. “But you’re my idiot.”

“Your idiot boyfriend.”

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WORLD CLASS SINNER - FRANK CASTLE

eight - beautiful liar

tags: n/a // seven // nine // masterlist

Pairing: billy x reader, frank x reader

Word Count: 6,938

Summary: A breaking point, new alliances, and seeds of mutual trust show Y/N who is and who isn’t on her side.

You and Billy took Morty away after that. It was a quiet car ride for the most part. Morty hardly said anything and Billy kept his focus on the road. He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on your leg and absently tapping to the music on the radio.

You were busy with the swirls dancing between your fingers. The familiar hazy red heat of anger, the chilling wispy blues of sadness, the shaky yellow mist of fear. They weaved between your digits and swirled at your palm, blending out across your skin before reforming into separate entities. They moved like snakes over your knuckles and traced the lines of your palm.

There was something oddly comforting in watching your power in your hand. It was a reminder that you weren’t numb to the world like you so often wanted or claimed. You were human, with human feelings. And you were allowed to have those, to acknowledge them and live with them.

Matt was the one who insisted.

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You were in the library, the folder with the case study open at one end of the small table and your notebook on the other end with a collection of highlighters and colored pens filling the gaps. You were working on an assignment that wasn’t due for at least two more weeks, but you needed something to keep your hands and mind busy. As you were walking to the student center earlier that day, you saw two girls - girls you didn’t even know - who looked just like Nat and Yelena.

Your heart sank and a hefty lump settled in your throat. Ever since then, you’d been jittery. Shaky hands, panicked glances in every corner. There was no way they were there. But your mind kept coming back to the ‘what if’ of it all.

“Foggy said you’d be here.” Matt said, tapping his cane against your foot. His sudden appearance made you jump and knock your notebook over. “Sorry.” He smiled nervously.

“It’s not you.” You sighed and collected your notebook. You condensed your materials and took his hand to guide him to the open chair on the other side. “Just a weird day, I guess… Sometimes I wanna shut it all down and just exist in a bubble for a while.”

“What do you mean?” His brows furrowed with worry behind his glasses.

“I don’t know… I thought a new setting would help but I still feel out of place. It’d be easier if I could just feel nothing.”

And you could. You could block it all out. You didn’t know why you hadn’t done that yet, but the way Matt silently focused in your direction reminded you why. He understood the best in you, despite still being early in your friendship. He seemed to know the truth in you despite the lies you were cloaked in.

“It’s not a bad thing to feel that you’re not happy.” He said after some quiet contemplation. “No one’s happy all the time.”

“Honestly, Matt, I don’t remember the last time I was happy.”

“That’s okay, too… Y/N, feeling those things doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you or you’re never gonna be happy. If you keep people that make you feel better around, pretty soon you won’t remember what this felt like.”

“So I should let myself be sad?”

“Why not?” He shrugged. “Otherwise you’ll never know how to get through it.”

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You were pulled from your memory when you felt the car stop. You closed your fist quickly and the colors poofed away. Though you knew no one else could see the hazes you did, it still felt that you needed to hide them. Climbing out the car, you saw Billy had driven you all to a nondescript hotel building. You couldn’t even tell if it was in New York or a neighboring city.

“And what’s the deal with you two, huh?” Morty commented as Billy led him through the building, you at his side. You hadn’t even registered Billy had a loose hold on your hand at first. “You order her off a KGB website or what?”

“Он понимает, что я могу убить его сейчас, и никого в этом месте это не волнует, верно? Это сделало бы вам с Фрэнком одолжение.” You said simply, turning to give Morty a sarcastic expression while Billy chuckled. (He does realize I can kill him and no one in this place would care, right? It’d be doing you and Frank a favor.)

“Funny.” He sneered back.

“We used to work together at Anvil.” You said plainly. “I left for a better opportunity.”

“And William let you in on this?” His brows raised as Billy opened the door. “Sleep your way to the top, right?”

You made a move towards him but Billy stepped in front and put an arm around your waist. You glared up at him for a second until you felt it, that confirmation that he had something going. It was smooth confidence, a sense of being in control. You nodded slightly and let out a deep breath to show that you were fine so he backed away, guiding you into the room.

Morty commented on the wallpaper while Billy sat in the chair near the small dining table. He motioned you over and you went, finding yourself trusting whatever plan he had. Likely because you had no real options, unless you were to try to kill them both.

But you’d lose more than you’d gain.

You put your hand on his shoulder again, resting a knee over his leg and leaning into him slightly while his arm hung lazily at your hips.

Though as you were there, you felt something else, something far away. Hope was the best way to describe it.

It was familiar but not too much so. You knew the person, but they were relatively new to your life. But with it came closure, peace almost. And that source you’d know anywhere.

Frank. Which meant the other was Lieberman. Meaning they had something good, something that could end it all. Something you were missing because you were at Billy’s side.

“You never liked me much, did you, Morty?” He said with a certain amusement in his voice.

“Nope.” Morty answered simply. “You special forces types always pissed me off.”

“Probably why he doesn’t like me either.” You joked lowly and Billy chuckled.

“And you had him drinking off the floor like a dog.” Billy continued and you smiled.

Morty wandered the room making some other comment that you ignored.

“You ready?” He said lowly.

“For what?” You asked in the same low tone.

He gently moved your knee and stood, nodding for you to follow. As you two went into the next room with Morty, you saw the dead body on the bed. A woman in tight leather with her throat slashed. You didn’t need to ask to know that was likely the woman Morty had expected. The sight of the uninvolved woman lying dead on sheets stained with her own blood made your chest uncomfortably tight.

You weren’t able to comment on the body because when you turned back to the men, you saw Morty reaching for his gun. As soon as it was in full view, you kicked out at his hand and the gun clattered to the floor. You heard the sound of the blade at Billy’s wrist moments before the squelch of the knife piercing Morty’s abdomen. One. Two. Three times.

He fell to the floor with a thud while Billy collected the discarded gun and cleaned his blade. You moved around the man and put your foot on Morty’s back, flattening him to the floor. You watched the puddle of blood grow thicker and stepped on the man to get to the phone he was crawling to. You yanked the cable out the back and moved away, leaving the man as a bloodied pile on the floor.

As you were getting to Billy’s side, you felt something new. Despite being miles away, you could feel that spark of hope snuff itself out. It was replaced with anger but not a regular pissed-off type of anger. It burned, even from where you were. While Billy was on the phone, you focused in on it a little more and it was easy to understand that whatever Frank had tried had failed. And that felt like a punch to the gut.

The next day, you tried to call Billy so you could talk about the past day or so. You wanted to find out, as definitively as you could, where his loyalty truly was. Obviously, he had some tendency to side with Rawlins given there was some sort of power dynamic or reciprocal relationship between them. But you wondered if there was enough loyalty to Frank that you could wiggle in and separate Billy from Rawlins completely.

Except he didn’t answer.

You checked in with Dex and he said that there was nothing for you and him yet, but you were more than welcome to keep your eyes and ears open for something that he could bring to your SAC.

So with nothing else to do, you went to Lieberman’s.

You knew there would be an earful from Frank the second you walked in, but you opened your mouth and welcomed the argument almost immediately.

“…image from your scope.” Lieberman told Frank and he was the first to acknowledge your appearance. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi.” You nodded. “It’s William Rawlins.” You said, gesturing to the man on the screen that you weren’t looking at.

Instead, you were locked in with Frank.

“Uh, yeah… The third.” Lieberman added awkwardly. He must’ve picked up on the tension because he tried to keep the conversation moving forward. “He’s the director of covert operations at the CIA. Takes a guy like this to pull it all together and make it stick.”

“How’d you know that, huh?” Frank asked bitterly.

Sometimes his monotone made it hard to read but that faint red from him was obvious to you.

“I also know that you went after him yesterday and it didn’t work.” You said simply, working to keep your voice level. “It was a CIA safe house, meaning bulletproof glass. No one told you that?”

“I tried to.” Lieberman said from behind Frank.

“Why were you at Bennett’s place, Y/N?” Frank pressed.

“Rawlins hired the team to watch Bennett. One of the guys on the team called me and asked if I was busy. I went because you didn’t like my original idea so I had to improvise.”

“Improvise. Improvise.” Frank repeated and you found yourself feeling slightly intimidated, though you didn’t show it. “What the hell are you up to, hmm? What if Rawlins has you killed cause you did your own thing?”

“He won’t.” You challenged, knowing that Billy - for the moment, at least - wouldn’t let it happen.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“How? How do you know any of this?”

“Oh please.” You scoffed. “I’ve been doing this shit my whole life. At some point, it gets predictable.”

“Answer the goddamn question.”

“I did. Rawlins hired a team, I got an offer. What’s not connecting?”

“Who called you?”

“Someone I used to work with at Anvil.”

“Anvil? So Russo knew about the team?”

“Rawlins probably tried him, yeah.” You shrugged, ensuring to diminish those suspicions in him. “I guess he helped set up some of Anvil’s early contracts so he thinks Billy owes him something.”

“Jesus Christ.” Frank muttered. “Alright, well what else do you know? Since you wanna go rogue and do whatever the hell you want behind my back.”

“Hey, I had good intel.” You defended. “No one asked you to go take a shot at a goddamn safe house!”

“Okay!” Lieberman yelled suddenly, standing and pushing his way in between you and Frank.

You hadn’t even realized either of you had moved forward to be nearly toe to toe until Lieberman’s elbow was digging into your chest to push you away. The bony pressure snapped you from that suffocating mania and you saw the red at the edge of your vision fading back to the living heat on your skin.

“Frank, you’re the one who said we could trust her.” Lieberman reasoned. “We need her.. She’s good, y’know. She has your back. You need that out there.”

Frank said nothing, only stared at you.

“Y/N.” Lieberman turned towards you. “I know you’re used to doing things your way, but we really need to work together for this to work. Rawlins knows we’re coming for him, which means we need to be clean from here on out.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You nodded.

“Okay.” He nodded. “No more going behind anyone’s backs. Everything out in the open.”

“Yeah.” Frank agreed.

“Morty Bennett’s dead.” You said flatly. “My guess is to protect you or to just Rawlins cashing in an I.O.U. because Billy did it.”

“Yeah, I saw the piece the Bulletin ran on that.” Lieberman agreed. “Stabbed to death.”

“Good.” Frank nodded.

“Shit.” Lieberman said suddenly, abandoning his post between you two to return to the computer. “What if- Oh, God. What if he’s been waiting for someone to look for him? By searching his file, I’ve just blown us. There could be a team on its way right now.”

“Relax a second.” You tried but the man’s frazzled state vibrated the air in the compound.

“You’ve been on that CIA site all day, right? You seen anything about us? Any chatter at all?” Frank added in a matter-of-fact tone.

“No..” Lieberman said awkwardly.

“No?” You repeated, now baffled by the panic. “CIA’s not coming after us. FBI doesn’t have anything to do with this either. My partner would’ve let me know if this hit my SAC’s desk. Homeland barely has anything on Kentucky and I’m guessing his appearance on base is being masked as a training exercise.”

“I took a shot at this guy and you didn’t read anything about it.” Frank continued. “You’re scared, David, and I get that. But think about how this Rawlins prick feels. I think the three of us, we’re sitting pretty right now.”

“He’s trusting his inner circle to take care of it.” You reasoned. “Whoever from Cerberus he can still get to and any new allies he’s made, he’s gonna send them our way first before anything legit comes at us.”

Within minutes of that conversation ending, Lieberman was sent into a new spiral of panic. The cameras within his home were no longer accessible so he urged you and Frank to go look into it. You two conceded and Frank stopped off to get flowers for Sarah.

When you two arrived, you expected there to be some sort of argument between you all about that missed dinner, but there was none. It wasn’t even mentioned. You shrugged it off as Frank having already made up for it. Instead, she offered you two a glass of wine and conversation.

You had your pocket tech out and came to find out that there was no damage to cameras or connection. It was just that the internet had been unplugged.

As you focused back on the conversation in front of you, you found a lightness in the air. More so than just friendly. You wondered if Sarah was flirting with Frank, at least a little bit.

You went under the end table and reconnected the internet so that buzzing panic gnawing at the back of your head would go away. In the meantime, Sarah poured you two another glass while talking about David.

“You never talk about your wife.” Sarah told Frank before glancing at you. “And you have been awfully quiet. Husband?”

“No, not anymore.” You gave a sad smile. “He is- Or was truly perfect… The kind of feeling that you’ll never get with anyone else. Other guys are different and you think that’s good, till you miss something specific he used to do. You said David would fill your tank, Matt would sit on the roof of our building with me. We’d just kinda exist, in our own space where almost no one could find us.”

Your fingers slipped under the collar of your shirt and you found the chain with the band.

“I’m so sorry.. Was it recent?” Her eyes softened and she placed a comforting hand over yours.

“It’s been a few months.” You nodded. “He was the type that I’ll be getting over for the rest of my life.”

Frank patted your back gently and you smiled slightly in thanks before he started talking about Maria. You realized that the explosions in your chest were less frequent, the heat in your blood less aggressive. The hole in your chest didn’t echo as deep. You were still angry and alone, but maybe it did get better if you let yourself feel it.

It wouldn’t go away on its own but everyday processes it and accepts it a little bit more.

Maybe you could figure out how to get through it after all.

Sarah tried to convince you two to stay longer but you both politely declined. You stated your FBI case and Frank simply said he had ‘things’ to do. She gave you two a small tupperware, leaning in to kiss Frank only moments after. You spun on your heel and hurried out the room while Frank let her down gently.

You laughed about it once you two were in the car and teased Frank the drive back, only to get a ‘yeah, yeah’ and a chuckle.

The next day, you got a call from Dinah. She asked if she could meet you for drinks somewhere you two could talk and you could feel her pride through the phone. She had something good. You agreed and asked her to meet you at Josie’s after she got out of the office.

Not much happened during the day, so around six she called again. You met her outside the building and she was hesitant to go inside. You, however, walked in with a smile on your face and all the regulars celebrated your arrival.

You ordered a drink for you both and told Josie to start you a tab. She joked that you'd better not have the same paying habits as your friends and you insisted you’d close at the end of the night.

“So, you have something good for me?” You asked with a smirk.

“You were right about the bug.” She said quietly, leaning in to keep secrecy.

“You don’t have to whisper.” You said, mocking her with the same tone - which earned you a scowl - before speaking plainly. “No one here gives a shit. One of the perks of doing business here.”

You remembered when you and your friends sat at one of the tables, talking to Grotto. It was the start of what would turn into a long road with Frank Castle and the Punisher.

“How did you know about it?” Her voice snapped you back.

“Doing business here?” You questioned. “The guys at Nelson and Murdock loved coming here, been doing it since college.”

“I meant the bug.”

“There was feedback.” You gestured vaguely to your head. “You figure out who’s on the other end?”

“No, but I have a plan. I’m setting up a fake meet, day after tomorrow, with Jack DeLeon and use Frank Castle’s name as bait.”

“Two names like that means a big risk. I assume you’ve got a solid team?”

“It’s… Standard.”

“So why’d you call me?”

“I was hoping for your freelance help.”

“Mmm.” You hummed with a new smirk. “I’d thought you’d never ask. You think we’re gonna catch whoever’s after Castle?”

“It’s the best chance we have.” She defended.

“And do what with them?”

“Expose them.” She said as if it was obvious. “Put them on trial.”

“Dinah, these men that were chasing, killed two kids and an innocent woman.” You said plainly, jabbing a finger against the tabletop to punctuate your words. “You’re not chasing one ghost, but two. Castle hears you have the guy responsible, he’s gonna come for him. Just like he came for Schoonover. And Bennett. Kitchen Irish, Mexican Cartel, Dogs of Hell. What makes you any different?”

“Once we expose what happened in Kandahar, Castle can have him.”

“I doubt it gets that far.”

“Do you know something? Is that your point?”

“What if I told you I had a theory as to who was at the top of the whole thing?”

“I’d say you’re full of shit.”

“Am I?” You laughed slightly. “Billy usually doesn’t think so.”

Her eyes were suddenly taken over by the green haze of jealousy.

“Don’t forget that he’s not all yours, Dinah.” You taunted.

“I never said he was.” She countered tightly while the haze faded.

“Right… When was the last time he woke up in your bed, then?”

“That’s… not relevant.”

“So this morning then.” You nodded. “Explains why he didn’t call me back last night.”

“What do you know, Y/N?” She said firmly. “Besides how to get on my nerves within twenty minutes.”

“I met this guy recently, CIA head of covert ops. Now he looks like every other run of the mill CIA department head, but the eye… Frank told me how he went in on Orange and his guys had to pull him off. This guy’s eye matches Frank’s story.”

“Who was it?”

“That’s the kicker. Rumor is this guy has old money. I’m talking his family’s been in everything throughout the generations. We can’t go after him without a direct line and solid confirmation.”

“Give me the name, Y/N.”

“Don’t know it.” You shrugged. “All I know is that he’s ’the third’. And I’m in on the sting, by the way. You have a tactical for me?”

She handed you a folder.

“We’ve uploaded a fake one to our servers.” She explained as you looked over the pages.

“Yeah, the bug in your office is probably in your computers too. Let me ask you this… You coming to me right now, is that for me as a federal agent or me as a ghost story? Because those have two completely different operating guidelines.”

“I need results.” She said firmly, though it seemed more to convince herself than you. “But I also believe in the law so… What’s the difference?”

“Blood. And equipment. The ghost story has better toys.”

“Just-“ She groaned. “The federal agent. I need these men alive, okay? One of them gotta talk.”

“Right…” You nodded. “You hear about Morty Bennett?”

“No?”

“Stabbed to death in a motel upstate.” You said. “After an alleged training exercise, but he also was in on the drugs in the KIAs.”

“You think your CIA guy had him killed?”

“It tracks… He had Henderson killed. He wants Castle killed. He has Bennett killed after Frank shows up.”

“It’s scary how fast you can connect dots.” She said with mild awe. “Maybe you were made for the FBI.”

“That is not what I was made for.” You looked to her, holding out your glass for a toast.

“What is it then?” She raised hers.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

You two didn’t talk for much longer. You paid your tab on the way out as promised before returning to Lieberman’s. You had to pause when you walked in to process to seemingly off the wall conversation they were having.

“Do you. Miss sex?” Lieberman said with a drunken slur, to which Frank laughed.

“What do you want me to say?” He said with a shrug and a smile.

Frank noticed you and gestured you over. You dropped on the seat beside him and he passed you the bottle. You glanced at the label before shrugging and taking a drink.

“Because for me, I miss sex.” Lieberman ranted and you made a face to yourself. “You wanna hear something funny?”

“What’s that?” Frank said.

“I’m hung like a moose.” He answered proudly.

“Ты, должно быть, шутишь.” You laughed and passed the bottle back to Frank. (You’ve got to be kidding.)

“Y/N!” Lieberman announced happily. “You miss sex?”

“No.” You shook your head.

“No?” His brows furrowed and he dramatically cocked his head. “A woman like you doesn’t miss sex?”

“Why would I miss it?”

“Wait, do you two…” He trailed off and gestured to you and Frank. You stared expectantly with raised brows while Frank cocked his head in question. “You two hook up?”

“Отвратительно!” You said and laughed. “He’s not exactly my type.” (Gross!)

“Not your type? He’s exactly your type!” Lieberman reasoned.

“No, he’s not.”

“Yeah… Angry, check. Murderous, check. Ruggedly handsome, check.” Lieberman threw his arms widely to the side. “What else do ya need, Y/N?”

“Sounds more like he’s your type.” You joked. “Besides, my last guy was more of an altar boy. Nowadays I tend to go for a man who’s a little more unstable.”

“Oh, what did- What do you guys call him?” He looked over his shoulder while he thought before spinning back to face you two. “Red! Red wasn’t any good then?”

“Red was plenty good.” You defended with a laugh. “But my sex life didn’t die with him.”

“Jesus Christ.” Frank muttered and made a face before drinking from the bottle.

“I can make it worse.” You laughed and shifted to face him.

“Please don’t.”

“Yeah, I usually call Bi-“ You began before Frank leaned forward and pushed you gently by your forehead, making you laugh. You looked over and saw Lieberman drop his pants so you laughed again before covering your eyes.

You dropped your head to Frank’s shoulder as a means to hide while Lieberman made jokes about Frank being an ass man, to which you were still laughing.

You hadn’t realized before, but you had almost forgotten what your honest laugh sounded like.

“It’s good to hear you laugh like that, Princess.” Frank said honestly when Lieberman took a few steps away. “Didn’t think I would till this was all over.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry I’ve been so horrible lately.” You admitted as you straightened. “I don’t know how to feel this or even what I should feel. I’m pretty lost right now.”

Before Frank could offer any other consolation, Lieberman staggered back in.

“Madani is how we fix this! She wants the same things we do. We don’t need to hide from her. We give it to her and she arrests Rawlins. I go home, boom!” Lieberman ranted quickly and you instantly felt the light air of drunken jokes fall heavy.

“No.” You said flatly while Frank firmly said “Stop that shit.”

“Rawlins dies.” You continued. “You said it yourself, he has hands in everything. That kind of reach can surpass prison.”

“That’s right.” Lieberman said sarcastically. “Everybody dies with you two. Your family’s dead.” He pointed to Frank. “Your husband’s dead.” He pointed to you.

Why did everyone call Matt your husband?

“Anyone that ever look at you sideways, they’re dead.” He continued. “And you just keep on going. You two are psychopaths.”

“I let Wilson Fisk live that night and I’ve regretted it every since. If you want to see this thing to the end, I highly suggest you stop while you have your head..”

You stood quickly with tight fists but Frank reached out for your wrist. Lieberman stormed away in a huff and you felt your nails digging into your palm as your fist got impossibly tighter. Lieberman said something about calling Madani so you pulled yourself free and moved across the room.

You knocked the phone out of his hand and he took a swing at you. You ducked quickly and sidestepped before slamming an elbow against the pressure point of his chest. He wobbled into Frank, who knocked him unconscious.

“Madani has a plan she brought to me.” You said as Frank set up Lieberman on the cot. “She wants to go after Rawlins, but she doesn’t know it’s Rawlins.”

“How’s she gonna do that?” Frank asked, seemingly uninterested.

“Fake sting.” You explained. “She put out a tact plan that says you’re meeting with DeLeon, hopes it’ll draw out his team and she can get info.”

“You gonna do it?”

“Yeah, might as well.”

“Why?”

To find out what side Billy’s on.

“Keep tabs.” You said instead. “There’s rumors stirring that I don’t like.”

“Anything I should know?”

“Nothing you’d believe.” You said honestly.

“So, what, you’re just gonna stroll up with your goggles and little buzzers like nothing?”

At that you laughed.

“No, just me. No mask, no suit, no Bites. Just me and a bulletproof and a pistol.”

“Alright.” Frank nodded. “Don’t get killed, okay?”

“Haven’t failed you yet, right? I’ll be back in one piece.”

You went home to find your door cracked open. You instinctively reached for the gun at your hip but you came up empty. Instead, you checked under your cuff and found the blade. With a silent curse, you crept forward with a sudden feeling of being unwelcome in your own apartment. You went to release the blade but used the other hand to slow it to reduce the sound. The tip threatened to break the skin of your palm as you guided it out.

As you moved into your apartment, you saw a vaguely familiar shape kneeling at the closet under the stairs that led to the roof. You started a little harder and saw the familiar trail of long blonde hair.

“Dammit, Karen.” You said loudly, to which she jumped. “Why are you in my apartment?”

“Sorry, I just…” She said quickly as she pushed the case back and carefully shut the doors. “Still doesn’t feel real is all.”

You sighed slightly and gestured for her to sit while you went back to shut your door. You sat beside her on the couch and removed the blade from around your wrist. You tossed it into the coffee table with a loud clank before you stared at the empty bed that was almost mocking you from your bedroom.

“Some days I wake up and I still think he’ll be next to me.” You said absently. “And then I realize he’s not and it feels like a knife in my chest.”

“Y/N..” She said gently and her hand came to your arm, snapping you from that heavy melancholy.

“I’m sure you’ve heard but we’re getting closer.” You said instead, pushing to your feet to get space as the tears began to burn your eyes. “We’ve got a name and a face. Just need an opening.”

“Oh.. That’s good, right? The sooner all this is done the better.” She tried and you scoffed.

“Karen, nothing about any of this will get better. Frank’s not gonna come out as an upstanding citizen once this guy is gone. Matt isn’t gonna come back. Nelson and Murdock won’t come back.”

“I didn’t mean-“

“We won’t come back either.”

“I don’t understand…”

“You and I.” You shrugged slightly. “After I told you about Exodus but before Grotto came to us, we were becoming pretty decent friends.”

“I’m still your friend, Y/N. Foggy is still your friend.” She said with gentle insistence as she stood to face you. “I know that nothing’s going to be the same. I’m not that naive, but you have to believe that you won’t be miserable forever.”

Maybe that’s what you were made for. Misery.

“Can you just…” You gestured to your door. “With Frank and Billy and Dinah and Lieberman and Sarah and Orange, worrying about you and Foggy is the last thing I need right now.”

She scoffed lightly before muttering to herself as she headed to the door. She was nearly out when you heard her footsteps coming back. You had to bite your tongue to keep your sharp comment back as you glared at her, waiting for her words.

“You know.” She said angrily, a slight snarl as she clicked her tongue. “You can’t sit here and blame Matt’s death for the shitty way you treat people that care about you.”

“Right. Thanks.” You nodded, slamming your shoulder against hers as you moved past her. You nearly slammed the bedroom door behind you.

The next morning you had a call from Billy, saying he wanted to pick you up for lunch to talk about a new project. You also had a text from an unknown number saying to be outside and you knew it had to be Frank or Lieberman. You got dressed quickly and grabbed a jacket before heading down, getting out just as the car pulled up. Without much explanation, Frank drove to Sarah’s house.

You two stepped inside and the atmosphere of the house was noticeably thicker than the last time. The mention of her son sent panic through the air and it made you shiver. You turned your head up the stairs, feeling a young anger burning under the thick blanket of loneliness. A few feet away sat a vibrating bundle of mixed emotions. Sadness, stress, exhaustion.

“Is Leo upstairs too?” You asked simply.

“Yeah… Both the kids are.” Sarah nodded.

“Why don’t you take a walk while we talk to them, yeah?” You offered, adding a small smile while you took in some of her worry. “Pete’ll talk to Zach and I’ll chat with Leo.”

She sniffled before nodding. She led you upstairs to Leo’s room before she stopped at Zach’s and asked him to head down. Zach stopped and stared at you in silence for a second before glancing to either hip, likely looking for your gun.

“Can I hold the gun now?” He said and you frowned.

“Only got my badge today.” You shrugged and shifted your jacket to show the badge. “And you’re still not old enough, bud.”

You tapped on Leo’s door and she called for you to come in. She smiled widely at you and adjusted on her bed so you could sit beside her. You put hands in your pockets as you sat and found the small enamel emblem waiting for you. You pulled it out and were greeted with the vibrant red hourglass of the Red Room.

You realized you hadn’t worn that jacket since you and Matt revealed your identities to each other in the office.

“What that?” Leo asked, leaning over to see.

“This is a very complicated little symbol.” You said honestly. “Y’know, I was a very different person growing up. A lot angrier, lonelier, more hurt. And this-“ You lifted the shape for you both to see. “-is a symbol of the place that caused it all.”

“Was it a school?”

“Sort of, like a boarding school and an orphanage put together.” You offered her the emblem. “I learned a lot in that place, about myself and different skills. It made me who I am, or who I thought I had to be at least.”

You glanced over and saw she was fascinated with the little piece of enamel.

“You can keep it if you’d like.” You laughed slightly. “I may not love it but it does show that the things we go through don’t define us… You don’t have to be the one who holds everything together.”

“Did my mom ask you to say that?” She dropped her hands to her lap.

“No.” You shrugged. “Just thought you’d need to hear it.”

“One of us has to have their head on straight. If it’s not gonna be Zach, then it’s me.” She nodded, as if trying to convince herself more than you.

“Right, right. Did you ever hear about Daredevil and Exodus?”

“Yeah?”

“It was like that with them, too. Daredevil thought Exodus was crazy for wanting things her way. She wanted to hurt the people that did what was done to her. Yeah, she wasn’t hurting the people that hurt her, but if they did the same things to others, it was the same.”

“But it’s not.”

“Right, that’s what Daredevil said. He agreed that bad people needed to face consequences but right consequences. Arrests and charges and trials. They argued for a long time in the beginning.”

“So who gave in?”

“You ever hear about Daredevil killing anyone?” You raised your brows and she shook her head. “Me neither. Exodus pulled back, trusted Daredevil and Daredevil stopped trying so hard to control everything she did.”

“How do you know this?”

You leaned forward and back, looking around as if to make sure no one else was around, then you motioned her closer. She leaned in as did you, lifting a hand to cover your mouth.

“Because I’m Exodus.” You whispered and her mouth dropped. “Or I was, at least, before I got the FBI spot.”

“Ohmygod!” She whispered loudly. “Does Pete know?”

“Nah.” You shook your head.

“Wait. But you’re so nice?”

“It took a lot of violence to be so gentle.” You nodded. “And I’m not always like this… Growing up I was tired of being afraid, so I became something others would fear.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Really?”

“Really.” She nodded. “I like you’re kinda cool.”

“Well in that case, I want you to keep that with you, okay?” You gestured to the hourglass. “It’s more than a symbol. So long as you have it, you'll know I have your back.”

“Thanks.” She smiled. “Could you…”

Your brows raised in question.

“Could you teach me some stuff?”

“Like fighting?”

“Yeah…”

“I'm not gonna teach you anything crazy.” You laughed. “But I can show you how to get out of stuff. C’mon.”

You offered her your hand and she took it excitedly, shoving the Red Room logo into her pocket. You two went downstairs and found Frank getting ready to take Zach outside. The guys began throwing a football in the street while you showed Leo how to break a few basic grapples and some common reversals.

You had just sat down after your shower when Billy called. You groaned as you pushed yourself to your feet and headed out again. As little as you wanted to be in your apartment, you wanted at least a few minutes to sit down. Regardless, you met Billy out front.

He was waiting outside the car and opened the door for you. You said nothing as you sat in the passenger seat and he said nothing when he drove you to some out of the way part of the waterfront.

“This isn’t lunch.” You said simply.

He gave a small chuckle in return before he got out. You muttered to yourself about what you had gotten yourself into while you shoved the door open. You slammed it behind yourself and took a few short steps to catch up to Billy. He looked over his shoulder and offered you a smirk that you furrowed your brows at.

What the hell was he up to?

After a few minutes of silence, you two standing tensely on opposite sides of the room, a small group of men entered. You stood taller almost instantly, one hand tightening into a fist while the other snuck behind your back for the blade at your belt.

But the men walked right past you.

They didn’t even acknowledge your presence in the far corner. They were completely focused on Billy, but you weren’t so sure that would be a good thing. Your body relaxed only a fraction of a percent when their conversation started. It took them out of the room and Billy’s eyes met yours, silently asking if you were going to follow.

Hesitantly, you did.

You placed yourself in the doorway Billy was previously waiting in and listening quietly. Both arms were crossed over your chest, hiding balled up fists as the men talked. You didn’t care all that much to listen, knowing whatever Billy was going to offer would be met with refusal.

You couldn’t play both sides forever. When you tried to do that with Fisk and Matt, it got complicated. It got messy. People got hurt that didn’t need to and it wasn’t like you had a ton of spare people as of late.

“So who’s the girl?” One of the men finally acknowledged you.

“Bystander.” You said flatly with a small shrug.

“A bystander that doesn’t flinch at open fire on civilians?” Another challenged. “I don’t buy it.”

“Good thing you don’t have to.” You hissed before pushing yourself up and looking to Billy. “Thanks for the invite, but I’m not interested. Have fun though.”

You offered a salute before turning in your heels and leaving. You left without responding to any of the comments in your wake, both from Billy and his friends. You contemplated waiting at his car but that defeated the whole point of your exit so you opted to walk. You didn’t get far before Billy was calling you back.

When you didn’t stop or turn around, you heard his rushed footsteps to catch you.

“So that’s it, huh?” He asked when he finally got to your side.

“Yeah, I’m not interested in being an errand boy for Rawlins. Been there, done that. No thanks.” You answered simply, keeping your eyes forward and your feet moving.

“C’mon, Y/N.” He groaned. “You really think-“

“Just stop.” You cut in firmly. “I’m not doing anything for Rawlins anymore. I need to focus on my own shit, not trying to take down Frank.”

“He’s not gonna let you just walk away.”

“Well then I hope you’ll give me a heads up when I become your next blacked out search and destroy op.”

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