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superrpowerlesshuman · 8 months
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ninzied · 29 days
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and this is the after
post-tps2. for @c-sand and @kastleexchange. rated m.
His phone buzzes once. She’s finally resorted to texting him now.
Frank. Pick up the fucking phone.
She calls again.
He answers on the second ring. “Goddamn it, Madani. I told you. Answer’s not gonna change, no matters how many times you—”
“Frank.” Something in her tone makes his blood run cold. “It’s Karen.”
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Or, Frank gets the call that changes everything.
ao3.
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carry-the-sky · 4 months
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life ain’t always what it seems—
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They’re calling him the Punisher.
Karen stares down at his x-ray, ghosts a finger over the shadowy smudge where a bullet went through his skull. Who are you, really?
(Later, alone in the dark, she asks herself the same thing. She falls asleep waiting for an answer.)
...
"It's just a nickname," Foggy tells her, frowning down at the morgue reports on her desk.
"Yeah, well, what if I deserve it?"
She says it without thinking, realizes her mistake too late when she glances up to see her friend's bright eyes cloud over with confusion.
"What're you—”
"Nothing." She forces a smile. "Honestly, it’s nothing." Her face feels stiff and wrong, and she knows Foggy isn't buying it, but he doesn't push.
She can't tell if she's relieved or disappointed.
...
They call him the Punisher, but they don't know that in a past life, Frank Castle used to sing along to 70s funk records.
"For the record, I can't imagine it," Karen says as he takes the corner out of the hotel's parking lot. Neither of them have spoken in a few minutes and the silence in the car is prickling, making her restless. "You, singing."
Frank keeps his eyes on the road. "Guess we're both full of surprises."
Karen darts a glance his way. His face is tangled in strips of shadow and streetlight, and it reminds her of one of those abstract paintings in a museum. Something that almost looks real when you squint at it. 
Here’s what’s real: her hair still smells like smoke and every inch of her aches, but she can breathe. For the first time since his trial, she can breathe.
Who are you?
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Somewhere with coffee,” Frank mumbles, thumb tapping the steering wheel.
Karen can’t help it; a breathy, half-delirious laugh tumbles out of her. “You’re kidding, right?”
He doesn’t answer, but his lips pinch into something resembling a smile. 
You’re a shining star, no matter who you are...
She reaches for the volume.
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kastleexchange · 1 month
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Gifts are out, anonymously! Reveals in a few days, but for now
Come enjoy the content and leave some comments/kudos! Slow Disaster for @notquitecogent
Graphic edits and two tiny POV ficlets based on The National's 'You Were A Kindness'
Snapshot of an After for @zushigirl
Karen and Frank both deserve an after, together. This is just a snapshot, a single moment captured, in a lifetime of moments, in the after.
interlude for @woahpip
He remembers the heat of her palm on his shoulder from the elevator. How close she’d been there, too.
i would stay forever if you say don't go for @sarma
Karen has never made much of a fuss about her birthday. Not since she left Vermont. Not since Kevin. But this year might be a little bit different.
and this is the after for @c-sand
Frank gets the call that changes everything.
the past is a grotesque animal for @ninzied
this started as an AU along the lines of wandavision but became more of a haunting instead.
Groundhog Day for @evilbunnyking
Groundhog Day is real. Karen finds this out after her latest story makes her a target of the mob. Maybe Frank Castle can help her fix things this time…
Through an Open Window for @heartonfirewrites
She likes watching him when he’s like this. When he finally takes a moment to breathe in and take a moment away from his self inflicted internal torment. She understands it. She understands him and the way he works, because she does the same.
to the radiant sun I surrender myself again for @garglyswoof
Karen Page is a person who knows things. She’s never found a mystery she didn’t want solved: about the world, the universe, herself.
Reblog and let us know what you think!
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jabberwocky1996 · 1 year
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kastle au - After the blip, Frank and Karen end up having four kids: Charlotte, Kevin, Chloe and Evelyn and try to raise them even when Frank’s notoriety catches up.
for @the-restless-brook and @ninzied
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zushigirl · 2 months
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“You’re a New Yorker. You’re a hero,” Franks murmurs, squeezing her hand. “Proud of you ma’am.”
The final chapter of Castle’s Auto Shop is up on AO3 💛😭😃 I had so much fun writing this version of Karen and Frank. Thanks to those who stuck with it even with my horrible posting schedule. Life has been a little crazy, but I love coming back to these characters to tell their story. Hope you all enjoy!
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annabelle1901 · 3 months
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Lost Frank Castle x Karen Page fic
Hi! So I don't really interact with anyone on Tumblr but I don't really know what else to do, so here we go. I'm back on my Kastle bullshit <3 and I've been trying to find this old fan fiction on AO3 that I started reading years ago. Stopped reading after a certain point but had the tab open on my phone and I thought I'd continue reading eventually.. And then my phone got stolen, and I forgot the title & author name. Not great. I've dedicated the past few days to looking for it and so far I got nothing.
So what I'm gonna do is write down everything I remember like a mad woman in the hope that this jogs someones memory. Please help me this fic haunts me. ANY sort of reference or whatever could potentially help (Tumblr posts, links, screenshots, Google history, etc)
Fandom: Daredevil/ the Punisher obv
Pairing: Frank Castle/ Karen Page
Rating: probably explicit (canon typical violence and eventual smut)
Published: 2016-2017 (started post s2 Daredevil but pre The Punisher s1 because I don't remember any of the plot or characters from that show showing up) might have been deleted in 2020ish
Length: has to be +10 chapters (long chapters as well, don't know if it was finished)
Characters: Matt Murdock/ Daredevil, Foggy Nelson, Claire Temple, Elektra Natchios (I vividly remember them making some sort of appearance)
now let's get really unhinged...
Plot:
Pretty sure the story starts on Karen's birthday but her mood is meh.. She's on her way home or something, gets in her car and Shining Star starts playing which let's her know that Frank was recently there. Something else must have alarmed her because she goes looking for him and finds him in like an alley around her building. He's in really bad shape, bloody practically dying. She carries him to her apartment and either helps him herself or calls Claire Temple.*
*Don't think it was in this part of the story but she helps Frank and makes a joke about him not being healthy enough to be sleeping with Karen anytime soon which makes them blush. Don't think they were intimate yet but tensions were rising.
For the next couple of chapters I remember it was mainly beautifully written angst between them in this contained space while he's healing. Karen doesn't want Frank to get killed while being the Punisher, he resists her care and tries to hurt her by saying "You aren't Maria and could never be" or something.
I also vividly remember a scene where he's grieving and keeps like tugging on this necklace Karen has on while he cries in her arms. She leaves her necklace at his family's graves and the groundskeeper or something tells her not to do that because it'll get stolen but she knows that but does it anyway as a sign of respect.
They sort admit their feelings eventually but don't sleep together yet because they know they can't go back after that. For some reason Frank needs to leave the city for a little while to re-home a dog I believe he found while on a "mission" and the idea is that the time apart will help them decide whether or not they want to be together. They reunite on a sunny, lovely day in the city and go back to her apartment and lots of smut ensues. Daredevil shows up at midnight/ morning to get Frank. Something's going down he needs his help. It doesn't end well somehow Karen gets involved and they both go to the same hospital. Frank is in a coma and Karen visits him when she's allowed and urges him to live sort of mirroring when he first got shot in the head at the carousel. He wakes up but needs to go back to prison. Everything is really bad. The press somehow knows about their relationship as well. Last scene I remember is Karen and Foggy talking about all this and a newspaper printing a picture of Karen's legs with the caption Keys to the Castle? or something. Gross everything sucks and that's where I stopped reading.
So that's about all I can remember, feels like a fever dream. If anyone could help me out I'd really appreciate it. Thx!!
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garglyswoof · 3 months
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Six Sentence Sunday
Tagged by @ninzied, whose rwrb scene was :chefs kiss:
This is seven sentences because I wield punctuation like a drunken swordsman. A kastle fic that I will hopefully work on sometime this century.
He’s not meeting her eyes, nervous energy marking his movements, eyes tracking to the window, the bookshelf, anywhere but her. His head ducking, fingers drumming an arhythmic beat on his leg, She can feel him building up to something and wants to scream.  Her hand jumps, placing itself over her heart. A funny reflex, that. To feel pain where none exists but your brain swears it. Her fingers curl into the silk of her blouse.
Tagging: having a tagging anxiety kinda day, and i always wonder if i should post when i don't feel up to tagging, but still wanted to share. If you read this, pls feel free and please tag me.
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goddamnitkastle · 1 year
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glycerineclown · 1 year
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It's been two years since I finished WHILE THE IRON'S HOT, and I have finally written a coda. It's an idea that took me completely by surprise, and I hope it doesn't feel like it's from out of left field. Happy birthday, Frank. This is the fic where you get what you want.
SPARE THE ROD, CHAPTER ONE Frank Castle/Karen Page | 7433 words | explicit
Frank Castle represents safety, first and foremost. He knows how to listen, provide, nurture, and discipline. He cooks dinner on weeknights and teaches suspension bondage every other Saturday. His hands are just as gentle and affectionate as they are firm and steady. And he really, really fucking wants to be a father. It’s kind of a wonder that Karen’s been calling him Sir all this time.
Frank's opinion of the word "Daddy" evolves as he and Karen begin trying to conceive.
WARNINGS/INCENTIVES INCLUDE daddy kink, impregnation kink, praise kink, rough sex, kneeling, spanking, dirty talk, etc.
READ CHAPTER ONE AT AO3! archiveofourown.org/works/42997545
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☃️🖤 Frank Castle x Karen Page - Home For Christmas 🖤☃️
Careful what you say This time of year Tends to weaken me And have a little decency And let me cry in peace But there's a place where I Erase the challenges I've been through Where I know every corner Every street-name All by heart
And so it is a part of my Courageous plan to leave With a broken heart Tucked away under my sleeve
I wanna go home for Christmas Let me go home this year I wanna go home for Christmas Let me go home this year
Check us out on @i-want-it-painted-black / @girlshunttoo ♥ Check out our 2022 Christmas edits here!
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ninzied · 1 year
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carry-the-sky · 3 months
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don't try to make a stronger wind, you'll wear yourself out. build a better sail.
These days, everything’s blurry. Metal in his lungs, blood under his nails. Bodies dumped in the Hudson or piled up in some abandoned warehouse. He lives for this shit, putting down scumbags faster than the city can retch them up. Finger to trigger, he gets to work. It’s muscle memory. Easy.
Some days, the skull sits heavier on his chest. Numb with exhaustion, he drags himself out of bed, eyes blinking dry at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. He kills with the same hands that tucked his kids in at bedtime, two truths he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to hold together. Who he was then and who he is now.
Where does that end, Frank?
He knew when she asked him, that night by the water. He’s always known.
Still, it doesn’t happen overnight. He’s fucking scared to live without the war. Scared that maybe he can’t. Down in the muck and shit, he knows who he is. He’s not sure he’ll like what he finds when he scrubs the filth away.
It ends the same way it did when he last came back from the dead. Down at the docks, he tosses the vest into the closest industrial barrel and douses it with gasoline. Lights a match—
He doesn’t stay to watch it burn.
Pete Castiglione’s right where Frank left him— part-time construction during the week, a shitty box of an apartment that he mostly uses to sleep. It’s easy enough to slip back into his old routine. He knows how to scrape by; he’s used to it. Knows how to bury his head in the sand when he needs to, so that’s what he does.
Weeks tick by. Months. His dreams turn ugly, painted ponies spinning on a turntable. Teeth gleaming white, then red—
Frank rolls over, stuffs a fist into his blob of a pillow. Closes his eyes, then opens them again. His floor is a checkerboard of shadow and light, the glow of the city bleeding through the blinds. Damn town sleeps about as much as he does.
The thought settles. Makes him feel a little less—
I’m not lonely, Karen.
He doesn’t call her. Came close once, hands shaking, punching in her number by memory, but then he thought about the look on her face when he told her he wanted the war. She knew— of course she knew what he was gonna do. He’s never given her a reason to think otherwise.
He flips his pillow over. It’s a while before he’s able to drift off again.
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kastleexchange · 3 months
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Hi everyone! The Kastle Winter Exchange 2024 is now accepting signups for fic, art, video, playlists, gifsets, aesthetics and manips! Come share your talent with the kastle fam, or participate by reading/listening/viewing the content that comes out! If you'd like to sign up you have until the end of the month, and gift reveals will be in March. Hopefully this gives folks enough time to sign up, come up with ideas, and create something awesome for their giftee.
This blog will be used to post all mystery fanworks, reminders for the signups and assignments, and reblog kastle posts both related and unrelated to the exchange.
Participants are more than welcome to post their own submissions after the gifts are revealed, and we'll also reblog those posts happily. Let us know if you have any questions and thanks for your patience, this is the first time I'm running one of these things so we'll see how it goes.
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sausagesquirrel · 1 year
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i'm not wearing my usual lipstick (i thought maybe we would kiss tonight)  (click to read on AO3)
by shroomyystar @cranechel hope this is ok
When the first message arrives, Frank’s first impulse is to take the batteries out of the phone, snap the sim card in two and throw it away.
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