#;frank & matt { defectivexfragmented }

[sioraiocht]

~ @defectivexfragmented || Frank hurting Peter - Semi plotted starter ~

Spider Man had gotten in his way which meant that there was nothing else for it - He'd have to be taken out. Catching a spider was a little different - It required thought and precision. However, Frank had managed it, pummeling the guy's face into the ground, foot on his stomach to keep him pinned down. Peter could barely catch his breath, the tangy taste of blood filling his mouth as each punch pushed him closer to unconsciousness. He scrambled to try and get his footing but the weight of Frank's knee on his chest was keeping him immobile. He'd been due to meet Matt. The only thing he could hope now was that he'd spot something was wrong and follow the trail of blood. "Castle -" Peter whimpered the name out, his vision woozy as he tried to stay conscious. "You don't have to do this -"

Frank grunted with annoyance, another blow landing to his face. "Y'know, I'm getting real sick of the likes of you telling me what I should or shouldn't be doing."

[bigidiotenergy]

"C'moooon. Your pajamas saved you, didn't they? Said it was a warnin' shot for a reason."

“Frank, if I didn’t walk it off, you wouldn’t be making smart ass remarks at me.”

[1batch2batch]

@defectivexfragmented

Frank had seen a lot of unsettling shit, both overseas and at home. There were more nightmares in his head than most people could imagine, and his tolerance for blood--even his own--was through the roof. But few things sent a chill right down his spine like hearing the words I'm Daredevil from a mouth that clearly wasn't Matt Murdock's. Frank had known even before he'd spoken that he wasn't right, that it wasn't him. He had the suit, but that was all. Everything else was off, from the build and the posture down to the way he moved. That wasn't his Red. But still, he had to be sure. The conversation was brief, Frank engaging just long enough to prove to himself that it wasn't Matt. He may have gotten a little more than he bargained for. He'd also ascertained the guy was batshit crazy, and Frank knew crazy when he saw it. Stared back at it every morning in the mirror.

He had some business to attend to in New York City that night, but the next day was research. He'd read the papers, both the headlines that said Daredevil was on a killing spree and the other, quieter obituary for Matt Murdock from months back. It hurt more than he'd expected to think he was really dead, but the theory didn't last long. Someone had been at his apartment recently. Maybe it was the same psycho stealing his name these days, or maybe it was Matt himself. Frank had been dead too many times to take it at face value, especially for people like them.

The church was the next obvious place to look for Altar Boy, but even Frank wasn't prepared for the scene he'd find walking in. There was already a body on the ground, pews broken, fists flying, and rosary beads crunching under his boots. It only took a second's glance to know the one in black was Matthew. Even without the suit, he moved like him, looked like him, mask or no mask. Frank took more pleasure in it than he probably should have in hauling the other guy off of him and throwing him head first into the nearest set of pews. He'd get up again; they always got up again, unless he put them down for good, but this wasn't his show. He'd play by Matt's rules, until he decided not to. "The fuck is this, Red? I'm gone for five minutes, and you let somebody else wear your suit?"

[wardogsong]

Who are Frank’s ships

gray ghost the frank || accepting

// this is a multiship blog, sooo..... behold my armada!

Karen Page:

@survivorofhellskitchen @sevenbulletsavior

Matt Murdock:

@blindbastard @defectivexfragmented

Billy Russo:

@prettytm @scarsmasked (not a ship yet, but still one of my partners)

Elektra Natchios:

@gloriousxdarkness @elektranaatchios

Felicia Hardy:

@felinoir

Rachel Cole-Alves:

@warcarried

Moritz Stiefel:

@andessence

Original Characters:

Beth Riley @brooklynislandgirl Lou Wolfe @shesboundtobruise Gemma Harding Russo @griim Alex Moore @fatedcuriosity Lt. Cmdr. Eisenhower @eisiramdeus Cassandra Scozzari @streetsofsecrets honorary shoutout to KT's 3.8 million other blogs, Frank is in some manner of a relationship with most of them, whether it's just drawing dicks on random things with Keegan or trying to get Roze to marry him.

AND. . . there are a handful more in the works behind the scenes, being chatted about or plotted or even just being dreamed up of.

[touchofsomething]

Closed Starter

Frank settled into the very comfortable couch as he waited for Matt to walk in. With a beer he grabbed from the fridge he took a drink and waited. At the opening of the door he looked at Matt nonplussed "Your beer is decent, but if your sense of taste is better because of the..." he gestured to his eyes "I think you would want something better then okay domesticated beer"

@defectivexfragmented

[entrepy]

@defectivexfragmented liked for a starter .

Leverage. It’s an addiction. His sole comfort in an otherwise cold and lonely world. He’d make slow, sweet, love to it if he could. Well — considering his current leverage was a man by the name of Franklin Nelson who actively chose to be called ‘ Foggy ’ — the most he’d do was give the guy a good, long hug. Theoretically speaking of course. In practice, he was going to beat him up, make sure he screamed real good for his partner to hear. Shame he wouldn’t be able to see Lloyd’s handiwork. He was an artist with a pair of brass knuckles.  

Lloyd groans as he bends to pick up the phone that had scattered away while he laid into Foggy, currently set on speaker mode, so Matt Murdock could hear the message loud and clear. He wipes the screen off on the thigh of his pants, then sighs, as if he had had to do something he hadn’t enjoyed at all. ‘ I hope you enjoyed that. That was purely for your own benefit, Matthew. Now, with Franklin’s name being first on the door and all, I did consider bringing you in his place. But you and that walking stick of yours just broke my heart. Don’t think I could hit a blind man, could you, Frank ? ’ He pretends to wait for an answer, despite Foggy’s lolling head and state of unresponsiveness, blood drooling from his nose and mouth. 

‘ I asked nicely once. Now I’m asking you nicely a second time — drop the case, or Nelson’s name drops permanently from your door. Murdock, Attorney at Law doesn’t have quite the same ring, does it, Matt ? ’

[punishmentsdue]

[@defectivexfragmented asked: “  you’re not fine.  you’re clearly not fine.  and you don’t have to keep saying that you are.  ”]

"Murdock please.." Frank muttered as he rubbed his temples. He was rough. In pain both mentally and physically to a point where he was being held mentally hostage. It was a medical alone he servived his supposed assassination. But now he was in the company of Matt Murdock. His lawyer. His..could he really call him a friend?

The only people he held close to him were those in his old personal group of 'Military men'. Everyone else was gone. Billy..? Dead. Killed him himself. His old spec ops leader? Killed. For trying to kill him.

"What can I do..? I can't stop it's all I know..all I can do..therapy doesn't work. Nothing dies but killing those bastards..killing them all for what they did.."

[lievmultimuses1]

PUNISHER // FRANK CASTLE

@defectivexfragmented​​ asked: 💍 

"hummm, fuck....” Was all he could muster as he realized he had managed to fall on the floor at some point in the night so with all he had Frank pushed himself up but the pain from the bright light quickly made him regret his choices so he settle back sitting against the bed with his head on the bed. “fuck, what the fuck happened last night?”

[sioraiocht]

~ @defectivexfragmented || Liked for a starter from Stephen || For Matt ~

"We have a problem." Stephen stepped through a portal out onto the rooftop, moving to stand beside Matt as he looked down over the city. Ordinarily he didn't involve himself with the same dealings as Daredevil - He was more concerned with holding the universe together to be worrying about whatever crime was lurking in Hell's Kitchen. However, this time there was a threat to the both of them. "Frank Castle. There's been a split in the multiverse and his wife somehow slipped through. She shouldn't be here. I need to find her and send her back." Eyes looked to Matt. "I need you to help me find them."

[shefatalesarch]

HE UNDERSTOOD THAT HIS TEAM WAS PISSED about the fact that he just proceeded to throw the entire trial. he raised his brow and as silence remained his gaze turned back towards matt. he wasn't saying anything and as far as he was concerned it didn't matter what was or wasn't said to him. they did a damn good job, probably would have got him off even but ... well that wasn't the case. "you did your job, counscler. damn good but i did what i did and i meant every god damn word." he spoke. his hands were intertwined given the handcuffs that held him to the table along the pole that was fastened to the table after all. his nose scrunched and he gave matt a hard look. "it's over, man. job is done." he grunted as he looked to him before shook his head, "and it ain't any of your goddamn business." he grunted sharply.

plotted starter / @shefatales​

“Why did you do it, Frank?!” Phone to his ear with plexiglass separating them, Matt could not hold back the annoyed growl in his voice. There had been several occasions he had to visit a client in prison but not once had it been someone he had put there himself, having handed the Punisher over to Mahoney after saving him from the Irish mob. Of course, from there he could only take the man on as a client, which went to shit with Frank’s outburst in court.

“I had the jury on your side. All you had to do was cooperate with me or continue to keep your mouth shut. Do anything but the stunt you pulled!” A pause in an attempt to compose himself with a deep breath, his jaw taut. “What the hell did that guard say to you when he was bringing you up onto the stand?”

[1batch2batch]

@defectivexfragmented

Living and working in Basin City was always going to be a gamble, but Frank had never in his life run from a fight. He was born and raised there, and so was Maria, and while they occasionally talked about raising the kids somewhere else, somewhere safer, their lives were here. The city's police force was overworked, understaffed, and as corrupt as everything else in Sin City, but it was a natural step for him after the Marines. The work was harder and more maddening than anything he'd ever had to do overseas, his hands constantly tied up in red tape and paperwork, but he could leave the frustration of letting criminals back out on the streets at the door when he got home. They were happy.

It had been almost two years since their deaths. He'd missed much of it recovering in the hospital from a bullet to the head. It should have killed him. There were many times Frank wished that it had. But if he was gone, who was going to get justice for his family? He'd looked their killers in the face, watched while they pulled the trigger, held his daughter's dead body in his arms. He'd tried to be patient. He'd tried to put his faith in the court system, despite knowing how often it failed. The judge was honest, as far as he knew, but there was hardly a person in Sin City who couldn't be bribed or threatened into compliance. Frank wasn't sure who had gotten to him. But he would find out.

He'd left the courtroom in a daze, barely conscious of the sea of reporters outside the doors. It was like watching someone else control his body as he reached the police station. He didn't say a word as he left his badge and gun on the captain's desk. The rest of the force kept a wary distance while he packed up his office, tucking the framed photos of his family carefully into an empty paper box. He didn't speak at all until he heard a knock at the door, but a glance showed it wasn't anyone he'd expected. Despite the inate rivalry between cops and lawyers, he'd always considered himself to be on the same side as Matt Murdock. They both wanted to protect this city and the people in it, and he'd always known him to be a good man.

"Don't."

A single word as he went back to his packing. There was nothing anyone could say that would fix this. He'd tried to do it the right way, the legal way. But there were always other ways. There was nothing tethering him to that tenuous hold on morality anymore. His family's killers had made sure of that.

[gloriousxdarkness]

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

{ Botanical Headcanons } — @defectivexfragmented

     Elektra expresses romantic love by noticing what her partner lacks and providing it quietly. She doesn't need gratitude or accolades, as she has never gone after laurels in life. Especially with Matt, she understands his pride and financial situation, and items would merely appear where they ought to be. Shampoo/conditioner, silk sheets after noticing he likes hers, new ties, nice boxers, etc.

     To Elektra, they're just things, but she knows Matt can't afford it and would deny himself the pleasures in life if she didn't push a little. If met with protest, she can just say it's for herself, because she likes him dressed like that, smelling like that, etc. This extends to trying exquisite food at high end restaurants and other luxuries as well. If she can improve his life for so little, of course she will. This plays into her general 'pushiness' (which stops when she hits a boundary) by trying to expand Matt's horizons/diversify his experiences/have crime dates. As long as he's saying yes and having fun, she'll keep nudging.

     Elektra likes to be helpful, even if she sometimes goes about it the wrong way. Her love was expressed by selecting Roscoe Sweeney to be Matt's first kill, and by threatening the medical examiner during the Frank Castle trial. She is trying to grant Matt a form of justice/retribution for the loss of his father, and in the trial she's trying to solve a problem he mentions having with the M.E. Obviously this 'helpfulness' is shocking and unwanted in hindsight when it backfires on her/Matt gets angry. In fairness she is also killing two birds with one stone with both of those actions— it helps the Chaste too.

     Love as a concept — a detriment, a weight, something she fights and fights and ultimately loses to. Love isn't enough to change the world, but it is deep set in her. It changed her. Something she craves very much and resists just as much. It only makes what she feels she has to do harder, so a lot of the time it feels like a burden. It messes with a clean game plan, it gets in her way, it's not something 'people like her' can afford. But she wants it anyway.

[1batch2batch]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 | Frank + Matt

@defectivexfragmented

"My bleedin' heart lawyer? Someone's got jokes today. I think that's what you'd call a conflict of interest, but alright, I'll play. In another universe where I wasn't the Punisher and we just met in a bar somewhere, sure. Smash the shit outta that."

[1batch2batch]

cont. from here

@defectivexfragmented

"Stop now, Red." It was quiet enough that Matt could easily keep talking over him, and he drew in a shaky breath. It would be so much easier if he could say that, if he didn't love him, if he hadn't loved him for longer than he cared to admit. Frank was a lot of things, but he wasn't a liar.

Keep poking at his feelings and they almost always came out as anger, like he'd swallowed a match and lit the pool of gasoline in his stomach, flames everywhere, turning his voice to gravel. "Yeah? And what good does that do? What does it change to tell you I love you? Does it change anything between us? Does it fix a goddamn thing? We both know I'm not gonna stop being me. If it's between your life or theirs, I'm gonna pull that trigger every time, and I won't lose any sleep over it. You really tellin' me you can live with that?"

A ragged breath, his chest hitching. He'd tried. He was trying. He never killed when he was with Matt, and he hadn't pressured him to kill anyone again. He played by his rules. He'd let some people walk away lately who deserved to die. It wasn't the worst way to live. A part of him was so tired of all the death. But he also knew it didn't change who he was on a fundamental level. Losing his family didn't make him a killer. He'd always been that way.

[sioraiocht]

~ @defectivexfragmented || cont'd from x ~

"Guess I'll see you down there then." Frank snorted out a laugh, moving to drop down into a seat beside him, pulling the peak of his hat further down to hide his face. He lifted a hand, gesturing to the bartender to bring Matt another drink. "I'll buy you this one and cause I'm such a nice guy, I'll hold off fighting with you for tonight." He looked around. "You here on your own?"

[sioraiocht]

Peter blinked rapidly under the mask, trying to stay conscious as he listened to Matt talking to Frank. Every inch of him ached as he pushed himself to stand, gripping the wall with a shaky breath. "It's 'cause I'm standing in the way of him and Fisk, isn't that right, Castle?"

Frank's jaw set, eyes moving from Red back to the Spider. "You shouldn't have gotten involved, kid." Attention flicked back to the man in front of him. "The best of us? Red, if I've learned anything it's that no-one's the best. Everyone can disappoint you. It's between me and him -" Thumb flicked towards Peter. "No-one asked you to get involved, so run along before I have to take the two of you out."

Matt had experienced the strength behind Frank's fist on more than one occasion, having received several beatings by him. The only difference between his and what Peter had just gone through was his suit was plated. It allowed him to take the heavy hits and keep going. Peter's suit did note of that.

"Frank!" Shouting the name, Matt sidestepped to put himself firmly in between Frank and Peter, blocking the view of the younger's escape. "Think about your question; when have I ever worked with anyone?! Never and you know that. All I'm doing is stopping you from making a grave mistake. Spider-Man doesn't meet your code. He's the best of us!"