#kastle fic

[drrav3nb]

Second Chances

Things got this bad, Frank? It was only her voice, a figment of his troubled psyche, fractures of memories and recollections that he was struggling to keep from disappearing and yet, despite them being unaccompanied with images of the woman they belonged to, he could still sense the judgement in her tone, her eyes full of concern. “I’m trying, Karen-” I want there to be an after for you. “How can there be? You’re gone…” | After The Blip, Frank struggles to come to terms with Karen's death. But when Matt shows up one day, disclosing revelations he never thought possible, Frank must confront what is false and what is real, his own reality seemingly playing tricks on his mind. (Inspired by the trailer for Daredevil: Born Again released at Disney Expo 2024)

Tags: Implied/Referenced Self-Harm. References to Depression. Post-Blip. Angst with a Happy Ending

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[fortysevenswrites]

the herpes of makeup and crafting (kastle, oneshot)

So I started writing this in like… June of freaking 2020, which feels like about 800 years ago, because time is weird like that. And also explains the early-seasons Selling Sunset opinions. I was scrolling through my WIPs the other day and decided that now was finally time to finish it, apparently, because it was about 90% done. Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah to my friends in the Kastle fam! It’s been a minute and I hope you’re all doing well!

the herpes of makeup and crafting (oneshot) Word count: 3,384

Summary:

“I-I can’t,” she swipes a palm across her mouth, her other hand clutching the windowsill to keep her upright as she laughs and laughs and laughs so hard her belly hurts and tears leak from the corners of her eyes. “Oh my god, what happened to you?” Because it’s not just a little glitter, or some glitter, or a layer of glitter, or just enough glitter for her to notice. Frank is absolutely covered in the stuff.

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[onebatch2batch]

my heart softens to your name kastle holiday fic, ~8k words

surprise, i have no chill and posted this super early!!! xo

“Wait! Karen. Um.” Lisa wrings her hands and glances at her dad, who raises a brow. “I was wondering–I heard you say you don’t have Christmas plans. Dad is making a ham, and mashed potatoes and pie and everything. And I would–we would–like it if you came for dinner. To say thank you. And sorry. Please.” “Oh!” Karen pauses, glancing between the two as she watches the silent conversation their faces seem to be having. “Well, thank you Lisa. That’s very nice of you to offer, but I wouldn't want to intrude.” “You wouldn’t!” Lisa smiles pointedly at her dad. “Right, Dad?” The ensuing silence is deafening, and then Frank finally turns and smiles, looking awkward but not upset. “Hope you like lumpy mashed potatoes.”

[ao3]

[zushigirl]

“Your Karen is safe. Goodbye Mr. Castle.”

BAM!

A figure collides with the water. A human. He doesn’t move, doesn’t fight for air. Black clothes weighing him down like he’s covered in seaweed. Like he’s sinking.

Even from far away, the mermaid feels an electric current. A jolt of recognition. She propels herself forward, swimming towards him. Stretching out her hands to cup his. Looping her free arm under his left side. She swims forward.

Karen’s getting the hang of this mermaid thing. Chapter 3 is up on AO3🧜🏻‍♀️

[the-shining-river]

Hell's Garden, Chapter 12

"Snap out of it, soldier. This is real, we're here. It's not a dream or hallucination, or whatever other bullshit you're telling yourself." He'd started to suspect as much, what with Curt's poking and prodding, the fresh gust of air as someone had opened the window, the sounds of the kettle and the microwave from the kitchen. That realization solidified and grew, churning in his stomach, making him sick with a sudden, crushing wave of emotion. And then he heard it, the quick, clickety steps in the staircase, belonging to the woman who'd burrowed under his skin and stubbornly made her home there. Karen.

Hell’s Garden, (46k words) Kastle post-Snap AU fic freshly updated on AO3!

[shexhulk]

So, so happy

Kastle fic, 2611 words

Hey, guys! 🥰 So, after years without writing any one shots, I found myself having an idea for one. Since I am on my winter break, I got the chance of reading so many marvelous and well written Kastle fics, and they gave me inspiration I needed to write this. I am so happy I actually wrote something after so long. It is great to know adult life did not manage to kill one of my favorite hobbies 🤧 So, there you go! I hope you guys like it!

So, so happy

It’s been one week since they had shared their first kiss.

But it felt like decades, centuries even.

To look at him, lock her pale blue-sky eyes with his deep brown gaze and to not replay in her mind the exact moment when she finally got to get lost in his world trough his lips was an impossible task. And to not put her arms around his neck and seal their fate once again when he was finally there again, in front of her, so close, was torture.

*** 

A week ago, they were in the same living room. Her living room. They were having one of those patch up meetings they had had many times before – Karen would clean up his bleeding wounds sitting beside him, while he would sit on the couch, contemplating her features. When she got to meet his eyes with hers, she clucked.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She knew exactly why. “Afraid you’re going to forget what I look like?”

He would never. He could never.

This patch up meetings did not happen because he physically needed to. He could patch him up by himself most times, but since Karen insisted that she helped him when he got a little bit too much hurt, he – stubbornly – took the chance to make those moments a way for him to not only see and be with her, but to memorize her. Memorize the way she frowned and bit her lip when she would take care of him, fingers so light and eyes so focused. Memorize her smile when she would say she finished her care and the way her eyes would supplicate for him to stay a little bit longer after he would announce he was living. Memorize her sight of relief when he would accept her offer, and how she would walk, almost glide to the kitchen to make him coffee even though it was deep in the middle of the night.

“And… that’s it. All done!” she smiled, putting the first aid kit items left on the center table. Then, she leaned backwards, resting her back on the couch.

‘You take such good care of me.” He let it slip out of his mouth.

Karen chuckled and blushed, saying “I’m happy to.”.

Frank watched her play with her hair, then, his eyes wandered away, saying:

“Y’know, sometimes I wish to get hurt when I’m out there. Not in a weird way, it’s just…” he took a deep breath. “I get to see you after.”.

Karen formed a small smile on her copper rose lips. How he wished he could kiss her right now.

“You know you don’t need to get hurt to see me.” She said, eyes still locked on him. “You could just... come.”

Frank smiled, meeting his eyes with hers.

“I know, I guess what I’m trying to say it’s… I’m happy when I’m here.”.

Karen sat back straight, moving her body closer to Frank’s. She put her hand on his and smiled. Frank could feel his body shivering by the touch of her pale skin against his.

“I’m happy when you’re here too.”.

In an inexplicable urge – one he felt many times, but never had the courage to act upon it – Frank made the decision to make his wish come true. The wish of kissing Karen’s lips, when he put his hands on the back of her neck, bringing her closer and brushing his lips on hers. The kiss was filled with passion and desire, but still gentle. Karen kissed him back, cupping his face with her hands. He could not believe he finally had the courage to do what he was wanting to for so long. She tasted like nothing he has ever tasted before, and it was good, so good. Great. Fucking spectacular. The kiss developed into something rougher, their hands already losing control through each other’s bodies. Frank laid Karen on the couch, staying on top of her. Damn, he wanted her. So, so bad. His body was already giving all signs.

He moved his lips to her jawline and then to her neck, leaving a trail of open kisses which made Karen moan. He stopped for a moment, gazing at Karen’s eyes. How beautiful she was. How lucky he was. To have her in his life. To be able to get lost in those misty-blue eyes. To, finally, kiss her. In no time, he got back into kissing her passionately, their tongues, bodies and heart beats in unison. Frank started to unbutton Karen’s navy-blue blouse, while leaving kisses on her chest skin. Karen’s breathing deepened with each kiss, gasping for air. When Frank finished what seemed a long war against her blouse buttons, her chest and belly were exposed, along with her laced baby pink bra. He kissed her chest again, moving up to the crook of her neck, then to her jawline and back to her mouth again.

But then, her phone rang. That fucking ringtone blaring on the center table, stopping. their rhythm. Karen broke the kiss, while Frank rested his forehead on hers. Their breaths were shaky, but still longing for so much more.

“I’m afraid I have to take this.” Karen said. “I’m sorry.”

“Go ahead.” Frank said, starting to move away to give Karen space.

“No!” Karen frowned, stopping Frank’s body with one arm while the other reached for her phone. “Don’t leave just yet.”.

Karen answered the phone, saying ‘uh-uhs’ from time to time and replying with short or one-worded sentences. Frank stayed there, on top of her, watching her talking on the phone, memorizing her. When Karen said goodbye, she hanged up the phone rolling her eyes.

“That was Foggy. Ugh!” she said.

“What’s wrong with Foggy?” Frank laughed.

“Nothing wrong with him, but with what I need to do.” She replied. Then, she went on to explain how Foggy needed her at the office as soon as possible, so they could deal with an urgent client’s problem.

Ugh indeed. But those situations were one of the downsides of Karen’s job, and that was the way it was. Frank took a deep breath and caressed her cheek.

“No big deal.” Was all he could answer, although it felt like it was.

Karen pressed her lips on his gently, bringing their bodies even closer.

“I have to go, but I want… this… to continue.” She said almost in a whisper. “Don’t you dare wait to get hurt to come here again. Just come. Or I can meet you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He agreed, kissing her lips gently one more time, before they undid their couch positions and she left open-bloused and flushed to her room.

Gosh, she was gorgeous.

He sat on the couch, looking defeated, but still with a smile on his lips. He got himself together before standing up and getting his things from the living room’s floor so he could leave Karen’s apartment.

“Bye, Frank.” She turned around before entering her bedroom, revealing a shy smile on her lips.

“Bye, Karen.”.

He was so, so happy.

*** 

But in classic straight men’s fashion, he dared.

He dared to wait to get hurt again so he could meet her in her apartment.

Karen was pissed. No, she was fucking furious.

This situation tackled her anxiety and self-steam issues. It’s not like he ghosted her or anything of the sorts. They had talked through phone messages throughout the week – cute messages even – but nothing about what happened. Or about the fact that he agreed to visit her again. She did not want to push him or anything, and she was damn too proud to ask him to come. She already asked what needed to be asked. But still, he dared to let one week pass. Even though a week may not seem like a long time, after that kiss – or make out session, to be more precise – time seemed to pass so slowly. Work, writing for the Bulletin, conversations with Foggy and Matt, casual walks to get coffee, everything, everything, went by so slowly over that one week because of the urge, of the longing of seeing him again. Of touching him again. Of kissing him again. Of… for the first time with him.

Ugh, Foggy! He just could not wait a few minutes more to make that call. Maybe, no, just 30 minutes more. Maybe an hour? Two?

Karen took a deep breath trying to send those thoughts away from her mind. She got her focus back into cleaning a wound on Frank’s cheek. They were back on the couch again, going through another patch up meeting. Although they did not talk much on these, this time was a lot more silent. The tension in the air was heavy, gut-wrenching even. But, again, she was furious. And she could tell Frank could feel it. After all, he was truly good at reading others.

“Done.” Karen said dryly, avoiding eye contact and not smiling like she usually did after finishing patching up Frank.

She put the first aid kit items left on the center table and, when she tried to stand up, Frank held her hand and looked at her face, making her stay sit on the couch.

“I’m sorry I waited for me to get hurt to see you again.” He spoke. “You’re pissed. I can feel it.”

Karen looked at him, drowning in those espresso-colored eyes. She and Frank were way more alike than she liked to admit. She wanted to forget she was mad, to just kiss him and continue from where they left off. But she was stubborn. Stubborn like him.

“I got… fucking hell! I got scared.” He said, admitting his feelings. “Everyone, everyone I love turns into a target. What happened a week ago just made you more of a real one.”

Karen moved her body closer and cupped his face with her hands. She softly placed a kiss on the wound on his cheek.

“It’s too late. I’m all in. You know it.” She spoke firmly, a few inches away from his face. “I’m not going anywhere, so don’t push me away.”

She felt a tear streaming down her face, which Frank tamely wiped away with his thumb.

“I don’t want to push you away.” He said back.

“So don’t.” Karen spoke, switching her gaze from his brown eyes to his dusty rose lips.

And then, Karen complied to her mind’s most profound wishes, by sloppily brushing her lips on his, feeding the hunger left in her for the past week. Frank wasted no time in kissing her back, putting his hands on her waist, bringing her closer to him. Taking the control, Karen got up and sat on top of him, putting her hands on the back of his head, pulling his hair as she kissed him harder. Then, she felt an unusual tickle around her mouth, which made her scape a chuckle from her lips.

“What is it?” Frank asked.

“I think it’s your beard.” She answered, moving her hands through the newly grown hairs on his shaved beard that weren’t there last week. “It tickles.”

Frank took that line as an opportunity to kiss the crook of her neck, going down to her chest. This time, she made sure she prepared herself with simpler pieces of clothing than last time’s, which proved to be a smart idea, since Frank took off her tight-fitting shirt in a matter of a second. This left way to Frank place sloppy, open kisses to the bare parts of her chest and belly. She giggled at feeling of his beard on her pale skin, which made him chuckle as well. Then, he got back to kissing her lips again, tongues dancing to the rhythm of their heartbeats. A few moments later, Frank broke the kiss, brushing his nose against hers.

“Did you leave your phone on silent mode?” Frank joked.

Karen nodded, laughing at his silly question. She kissed him one more time, before they broke the kiss apart, gasping for air.

“Can we continue from where we left off?” he asked, looking her deep in her eyes. The way he looked at her made her shiver, in the best way.

She replied to the question in the best way she could, which was going back at kissing his lips. She could feel how Frank wanted her and damn, she wanted him too. She needed him too. Frank stood up, making Karen embrace his body with her arms and legs. Without breaking the kiss, they went straight to her bedroom. She was too deep into that moment that she didn’t even question how well and fast Frank knew in which direction to go.

He laid Karen’s body on the bed softly, then taking a little bit of time to take his clothes off. She did the same to remaining of hers, throwing them on the bedroom’s floor. In a matter of a few instants, he was on top of her, kissing her roughly in the lips as he intertwined his fingers with hers. Karen felt her body burning with desire as he moved his lips to her jawline, then to her neck, then to her chest and breasts. One hand cupped one breast as he sucked the other’s nipple. Karen moaned with pleasure, which made her eyes shut. Then, she felt his trail of kisses from her belly to her inner thigh, which made her back arch. He left little kisses and bites, before looking at her face one more time. In a matter of seconds, his tongue met her depths, making her moan his name. This seemed to make Frank express his hunger even more, making Karen feel how close she was to her apex.

“Frank, I-I need you.” She said, in short breaths.

He knew exactly what she meant by those words. But, before he complied, he left a trail of kisses from her belly to her jawline, arriving on her copper lips, kissing her with passion, desire and love. Oh, she was feeling so much love.

With her legs around his body and her hands on his firm back muscles, Frank’s eyes deeply met hers as she felt his length inside her. She moaned as he slowly thrusted into her. He moaned as he fastened the rhythm, brushing his lips sloppily against hers. She never had anyone like him before. It was good, so good. Great. Fucking spectacular.

As they were both lost in each other, their bodies the closest they could ever be, Frank said:

“I love you, Karen.”

Karen reached her apex, and Frank soon followed her. Panting breaths filled up the room when she pecked his lips.

“I love you too, Frank.”

And they kissed a little bit more, before cuddling below Karen’s old, yet cleaned sheets.

Frank placed soft kisses on her shoulder.

“I’m afraid the short hairs on my beard are going to leave you scratched.” He chuckled. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care.” Karen replied. “I will be happily scratched if that means doing this.”

Frank laughed, placing kisses on the crook of her neck.

Before closing their eyes to sleep, Frank, still holding Karen close, naked below the sheets, wished:

 “G’night, Karen.”

“Goodnight, Frank.”.

She was so, so happy.

*** 

It was early morning, and the young rays of sunshine dim lit the bedroom. They were still laying on the bed. Frank finger-traced the little scratch lines on Karen’s pale skin, as she observed the movement of his fingers, half-asleep. And, at the same time, they giggled at the memory of how these lines were sketched on her body.

They were so, so happy.

[shippingerror1091]

More Kastle fanfic. Not mine, I’m not this talented. I just love it. Written by @zushigirl

[darlingmurdock]

omg a kastle au set in the last of us universe !

so lets say karen got separated from everyone and she learns to be on her own after so long…

as it is a years later they are all reunited when Karen and Ellie (maybe could be any one of the mcu teens maybe mj?) heading out and she runs into frank, the defenders ( like all of them)

and idk it just pure angst with alot of comfort ?!??

maybe we could see this as way for karen to explore her own mother instinct side?

and frank still being his usual self, all protective and stuff !

i need this done!

[the-shining-river]

Read on AO3 here

take your heart out the box, i won’t harm it

Summary: “You still haven’t explained what happened to your eye.”

He turned to glare at her, and Karen wanted to slap herself across the face for finding his stone-cold gaze and ridiculous eyepatch sexy.

She sighed, didn’t try to disguise it this time. “You need to rest.”

Post-season 1 of The Punisher. Frank texts Karen for help when he loses his dog Max, but when Frank shows up with a mysterious eye injury, Karen decides Max isn’t the only one who needs her help.

For @agents-galore for the kastle fic/art exchange. Inspired by their beautiful art.

You said you liked the comics with Frank wearing an eyepatch, and I had no idea that was even a thing, but HOO BOY I just ran with it and it turned into this?? Part sick!fic, part domestic fluff, zero plot, and feels turned up to eleven (because I can).

I had so much fun writing this. I hope you like it! Thank you for a GREAT prompt. <3

Frank never asked to meet this late; he took her safety seriously. She’d say too seriously, but this was Hell’s Kitchen, and it was Frank.

But that was the first sign.

He’d also texted after midnight and wanted to meet less than an hour later, which she took to mean, “as soon as possible but I don’t want to inconvenience you even though I need to because it’s urgent.”

So that was sign two and sign three.

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[superrpowerlesshuman]

[youwillfindilluminating]

I need a scene where karen has to get close with a random guy for a story or something and frank is insisting he's not jealous like it's fine but internally he's screaming, crying, throwing up

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Tori/Rio commission for a buddy of mine! You can check out his fic that this excerpt is from here! :D

[onebatch2batch]

my love is an animal call kastle, ~9k

[ao3]

David makes a sympathetic noise. “Yikes. That bad, huh?” “No, uh. She doesn’t live there anymore.” “What?” “I said—“ “No, no. What? That’s not possible.” “What?” Frank furrows his brows. “Why?” “Frank, I looked her up yesterday. I saw her get home from work on the cameras last night. She definitely still lives there. I mean, maybe she just didn’t answer, but–”  A trickle of ice water drips down his spine. He marks the gun on his hip, the blade in his pocket. His brain begins to whirl, remembering the face of the man in the doorway. “Someone answered the door. He said she didn’t live there anymore.” – A ghost of Karen’s past shows up to get revenge, and Frank owns up to his feelings for her just in time. 

[zushigirl]

It’s beginning to look a lot like a #kastlechristmas24☕️🎄💀 Only two weeks (ish) left!

Let the countdown to #kastlechristmas24 begin 🎄❄️🥂

fics | artwork | gifs | playlists ~ all mediums welcomed!

Tue Dec 24th | Tis the Damn Season: surprise reunions, winter festivities in the Daredevil Born Again world, pining for each other

Wed Dec 25th | Santa Baby: tree lightings, Secret Santa gift exchanges, friends trying to set them up (cuz their idiots in love)

Thur Dec 26th | I’ll Be Home For Christmas: Frank learns about Vermont, Karen bringing back Frank’s holiday spirit, Maria Castle’s cooking, Kevin Page memories, family traditions

Fri Dec 27th | A Marshmallow World: alternate universe, coffee shop glances, holiday shoppers, hockey and ice skating, meet-cute fun, no punisher

Sat Dec 28th | My Favorite Things: eating gingersnaps, cuddling by candlelight, walking their dog, friends' reactions to their cozy relationship, domestic fluff

Sun Dec 29th | Baby It’s Cold Outside: getting it on under the tree etc, smutty Sundays with a festive twist…we know this fandom

Mon Dec 30th | Sweater Weather: snowstorms, running away, bed sharing, mistletoe, fate and foul weather bring them together

Tue Dec 31st |Champagne Kisses: holiday parties, romantic gestures, fireworks, midnight kisses, New Year’s Eve fun

Tag your works #kastlechristmas24 here and add to the #kastlechristmas24 collection on AO3 🎄Also, no worries if you’re late on a prompt! I’ll do a round up every other day to highlight what’s been shared.

[the-shining-river]

Hell’s Garden

"The thing is, Miss Page," he said in a forcefully collected tone, "that I don't remember anything before waking up in the hospital with my face cut into a dozen bloody strips. Since I managed to escape, a few days before the Snap, I've found out this was the work of my best friend Frank Castle. But no, I have no idea why he would do this to me, or — as you say — what I've done to deserve it. So my question — where is he?" Karen gulped down the rest of her drink, thinking vaguely how the nausea that hit her blended seamlessly with the way his words made her reel, the way her entire night had gone so far, the hunger, the fear, the fury at herself. Why not blame at least part of it on the alcohol? "He's dead," she said as she thunked the empty tumbler back on the coffee table.

Hell’s Garden (29k words), Kastle post-Snap WIP updated on AO3 :)

[carry-the-sky]

kastle fic rec | For Display Only by @heidiamalia

It’s hard to tell at first who it is behind the overgrown shrubbery. He’s got a distractingly deep line of sweat trailing down his spine, though, when he comes into view and she finally spots the dark gray Anvil Landscapes logo on his t-shirt. Karen takes a moment to appreciate her relief and the soft grunts from his effort in getting the boxwood roots out of the ground. She sips from the diner’s to-go cup in her hand to keep cool. “Hey, Frank.”