#kastlenet

[biillyhargroves]

oh gosh no lexi i hope u feel better soon! to distract u how about some domestic kastle with frank cooking up something nice in the kitchen while waiting for karen to get back from her late shift at work 💖

thank you so much, chantelle!! i’m so, so sorry to be writing this so late- there’s been a lot going on recently and i just haven’t had much tumblr time -but thank you so much for this wonderful prompt! you know i’m always happy to write these two in all their adorable glory ♥

                                        frank castle & karen page + home by ten

He remembered the chill in December. Open windows during snowstorms, the whir of tabletop fans perched on kitchen counters. Maria’s hair gathered high on her head, loose strands clung to her neck and her skin going pink and red from the steam curling off the tops of boiling pots. He used to tease her, used to poke fun at the tank tops in winter and the way she flooded the house with cold air just to ease the heat in the kitchen.

A burner phone buzzes to life on the table. The letters KP flash across the screen, followed by a scroll of text: Running late. Be home by ten. Frank reads it, but doesn’t answer. The kitchen is hot. Steam building, fogging the windows, and his neck is slick with sweat. He was trying to keep the warmth inside, as if to prove a point he knew there was no point in. Even when he cooked for Maria, he’d eventually give in, closing the windows at the last second so that he might fool her. He never did. The chill always remained, a ghost in the room that prickled her skin and made her laugh. “Oh, too hot?” she’d tease, her nose crinkling when she smiled. Those words echo in his hear and Frank sighs.

“Yeah,” he concedes to the empty air. “Yeah, too hot.”

It’s 8:45pm. A large pot of water simmers over the stove. A box of off-brand pasta sits, open and waiting, beside it. It’s accompanied by a jar of red sauce, a garlic clove in a pocket of tin foil, and all the spices he could find in Karen’s sparse cabinets. 

Frank reaches over the sink to force the window open. Biting cold air whistles through the screen, soothing the heat built beneath his skin. Relief escapes in the form of a sigh and for a brief moment Frank closes his eyes and lets the breeze roll over him in soft gusts. Outside, the city bursts to life. Car horns and front doors, a jogger’s frantic gait, wheels on asphalt. A gurgle from the pot breaks his brief bliss. Frank lowers the heat and pours in the box of rigatoni. Karen’s favorite- he remembers her ordering it more than once during late night take-out-and-case-files marathons. He found a wooden spoon and gently stirred the boiling water. 

And then he moves to the garlic, the foil still warm from the oven. He crushes it with the edge of a knife, then sorts through the spice bottles to pick what he needs. Oregano. Onion powder. 

In a plastic shopping bag on the table waits a tube of Pillsbury rolls and a tub of parmasean cheese. He finds a baking sheet in a rather unorganized cupboard and tin foil on top of the fridge and sets about setting up the rolls. 

It’s 9:20pm and he drains the pasta, though not with the finesse Maria had always had. Some of the hot water splashes up, leaving red spots on his hand. He hisses, swears under his breath, fights not to drop the whole pot. After he sets it down he runs the water as cold as he can get it, sticks both hands under the stream. Remembers how Maria used to splash water on her face, her neck, and does the same. He uses a paper towel to dry his skin and checks the clock: 9:32.

Frank makes quick work of mixing the sauce and garlic and spices. He keeps the stove on a low simmer to keep the food warm for Karen. Takes out the rolls just before they burn. Finds butter in the fridge that he leaves in its wrapper because he can’t find a butter dish anywhere. And without candle sticks he settles for a round candle Foggy had given Karen as a birthday gift last year. It was some kind of summer scent, something fruity and light that Karen had meant to use but never got around to. He lights it with a match from his own pocket and slides it to the center of the table. 

At 9:53, he scoops spoonfuls of pasta onto two plates. Adds a roll to each, sets them on either end of Karen’s tiny kitchen table. Out of habit, he shuts the window, trapping the remaining heat inside. At 9:56, the front door opens.

“Woah,” he hears Karen say, and when she comes into the kitchen she hasn’t taken off her coat. “Is it just me, or is cold in here-” She stops mid-sentence, lingers in the doorway. Frank stuffs his hands in the pocket of his jeans, suddenly embarrassed. He bites his lip, shrugs his shoulders. 

“Figured you’d be hungry,” he mumbles. A soft smile spreads across Karen’s face. 

“Yeah,” she breathes. She steps into the kitchen and he takes a timid step towards her. Her smile grows as she leans over to kiss him on the cheek, the warmth of his skin a shock to her lips. “Thank you,” she says. “It smells great.”

[patrickgalantes-archived]

hello friends, since I miss kastle a lot i want to write more fics for them but I only have one solid idea for them. so there’s where all of you come in, my fellow shippers and readers of my old fics (if you don’t remember, my url used to be kastled) so here’s the deal if you’ll indulge me.

send me an ask with a prompt, a word or an idea or a sentence and i’ll time myself to write for fifteen minutes on your prompt and whatever i have done at the fifteen minute mark will be posted, no matter where i finished it.

[kastlelibrary]

Hello everyone!

I know I’ve been gone for a long time on this account and well - I have no excuse other than.... I haven’t been here. But I’m back and going to get KL started back up again - but that’s where you all come in!

I’d like to have a few extra people on the blog to be able to reblog fics onto the blog so that even when i’m not around, there will be someone to reblog fics. If you’re interested, PLEASE apply here, send me a message, or chat with me, I’m @alice-abernathy now! 

[constancwu]

we wanted to come together as the fantastic messes that we are and do some 24 hour joint tumblr awards!

R U L E S

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runner’s up:

possible follow’s from both of us

one specially made icon from Caley

one promo from both of us (when requested)

Feel free to message either of us if you have any questions! xo 

[daminwayne]

I’m having so many Kastle feels tonight help

[greensarrow]

bckybarmes ➜ harleysqvnzel

I’m not tracking #bckybarmes anymore, so if you want to tag me in your edits, I’ll be tracking #harleysqvnzel <3

[foxsdana]

You’re going to die in your best friend’s arms. (insp)

[galileogalilei]

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[rnaggierhee]

                                           — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.

[biillyhargroves]

could not leave orlando without a new punisher shirt & mirror selfies

[patrickgalantes-archived]

au where karen works at a vet practice/animal shelter and frank comes in looking to adopt a dog :')

“Daddy are we gonna get a dog?” It was the question that Lisa had been asking for months, every time they walk past the animal shelter downtown. He always told her no, they couldn’t get a dog because he was always gone and that wouldn’t be fair to her mother each time he left. “But I’ll take care of it!” She had insisted. Frank knew that Lisa would have taken care of the dog while he was gone but Maria would have had his hide if he’d brought home a dog without asking her first. 

Frank stopped at the same shelter that Lisa had asked for a dog every time they went into it, peering into the window. He missed hearing her small voice ask for a dog while she tugged on his shirt and pointed at one of the dogs in the building. Frank had wanted to bring home one every time she asked, it was just another thing that he never forgave himself for.

He should have just gotten her the goddamn dog.

Frank opened the door and stepped into the shelter, hearing the dogs bark, birds chirp, and cats meow. He cleared his throat as he started to walk through the shelter, stopping and looking at the dogs and the cats. Frank had liked cats a lot, but Maria had been allergic to cats so cats were always out of the option. He stopped at a little orange tabby and stuck his fingers into the cage, smiling as the cat walked a bit closer to him to sniff his fingers. He scratched the cats head for a moment before a small yip earned his attention and he turned moving to another one of the cages.

It was a grey pitbull puppy curled up in the corner of the cage, looking terrified at the small bars in the cage. Frank knelt down and stuck two fingers into the cage and waited, peering into the cage. Slowly, the dog stood from it’s spot in the corner and slowly inched forward to give Frank a few sniffs before the dog started to bark loudly and paw at the cage. 

“Hey, buddy, how ya doing?” He asked as he wiggled his fingers a bit.

“Wow.” A voice from behind him caught Frank’s attention and he turned his head to look back at the voice. A few feet behind him stood an attractive blonde woman, resting a hand on her hip as she watched Frank and the dog. “She’s been here for weeks and has never done that to anyone, she’s so far only liked me.” 

Frank looked at the dog for a moment and removed his fingers to the dogs dismay as he stood to his feet. He turned to look at the woman and slipped a hand in his pocket. “Really? I guess that’s a sign, right?”

“Definitely a sign,” She said with a small smile as she walked over the cage and knelt down to unlock it. “I hate keeping them locked up, but I’ve actually had people break in and steal the animals and I can’t help but think that whoever is doing that is probably not taking the animals home to a great house.” She said, letting the dog out. 

send me an ask with a prompt, a word or an idea or a sentence for a kastle prompt and i’ll write a 15 minute fic

[givemekastle]

[greensarrow]

♡ Blogrates ♡

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[proinsiascassidy]

url change blogrates + icons

It’s been a long time since I’ve done blogrates and I’ve just changed my url so I figure it’s time I get back to it! rate style under the cut! 

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[foxsdana]

Kastle + 5 for the ships questions :)

Thank you so much! I hope you like it!

5. things you didn’t say at all

Frank has always been a man of few words.

It’s probably the thing that infuriates her the most about him (yes, even more than the whole murder aspect). Having a vigilante randomly appear in your apartment is one thing. Having a vigilante randomly appear in your apartment without an explanation is another.

She sighs as she stitches him up for what seems like the millionth time. She knows the routine well at this point. It almost reminds her of all the stitches she made in her 8th grade Halloween costume, his skin becoming the wings of the butterfly she had slaved so hard over. 

“I don’t know why you keep coming here,” she murmurs to him in the florescent light of the bathroom. “It’s not like you need me to do this. You’ve had enough practice by now.”

He doesn’t reply with anything more than a grunt, his eyes never moving from where they are glued to the edge of the tub. 

It’s times like these that he seems almost in a trance, like he’s not even there with her. (She doesn’t know which is more painful, his being there without being there, or when he purposefully choses to remain silent.) She ties the string off and washes the blood off her hands in the sink.

 He knows that’s his cue. Climbing to his feet, he carefully steps out of the tub, and begins to walk towards her door, grabbing his shirt as he slips by her. 

“Frank.” She says his name hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper, but it’s like a choke-chain, she knows, a leash that pulls him back whenever he tries to slip away. “You can stay if you’d like.”

There is a long silence. She finds herself staring at his broad shoulders, and it’s like she can see the fight inside him. Her. Pulling him to her with no more than a murmur of his name. His nature. Fighting to drag him away from her with everything that he is. It is a battle she witnesses every time he comes to her. It is the only battle she sees him fight, despite her knowing that every time she loses (and she loses every time), he goes out a fights another type of battle. 

She has never been one for war. That has always been his expertise. That is his battle cry. No, hers is a softer call to arms. The streets call for blood. Karen Page calls for courage. For softness. For a life more than dark corners and threats. 

She hopes that one day she’ll win this battle. She hopes that one day he’ll stay.

Still, she loses again tonight.

He takes another staggering step towards the door, as if he’s physically fighting the way he’s drawn to her, and she knows that tonight is just another night in the long list of battles that she’s lost. Just another mark on the wall.

Her voice comes out bitterer than she intended it to. “Why do you keep coming here, Frank? Why do you keep coming back?”

He turns and looks at her, and she finds herself lost in his gaze, lost in the intensity of his stare. Oh, that fire. It’s like her entire life has been candles, and all of a sudden Frank fucking Castle walks in with a forest fire, boots clicking on hospital hallways, Ithaca shotgun swaying in his hands.

There are so many things she wants him to say. No real reason, ma’am. This is the last time I’ll come back, ma'am. Because you’re stitches are straighter than mine. Because I need a rest sometimes. Because I miss you. Because I need you. Because you keep me human. Because I’m not dead. 

Because I love you.

He doesn’t say any of those things. He just fixes her with that intense stare, and then slowly turns, and walks out the door, each step a little more sure than the last, as if she’s a magnet whose field he is finally escaping.

She loves him. She knows that. She also knows that he’ll never love her back. That’s okay with her.

It’s just sometimes she wishes he’d say it.

~ ~ ~ ~

If she could, she’d laugh at the situation she’s in, but with a bullet in her stomach, the option seems a little too painful. She just never thought that she’d be here.

She’s bleeding out in an abandoned warehouse, cradled in strong arms and broad shoulders that have known battle. She always knew that she would die. She didn’t think she’d die after stepping in front of a gunshot meant for the Punisher. She also didn’t think she’d die in his arms either.

“Karen,” his voice cracks when he speaks, and she can’t help but think that he shouldn’t sound so devastated (it’s not like he loved her). “Karen, why?”

She doesn’t say. She knows that she doesn’t have to. Deep down, he knows it too.

She reaches up, and traces his cheek with her red-stained fingers. Something wet hits her cheeks and she realizes that he’s crying (maybe he does love her, even if only a little bit). Her eyes say the words she can’t push past her lips. 

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Sirens sound in the distance. All she can hear is the sound of his breathing.

(A/N Frank loves her a lot. I like to think the ambulances get there in time.)

[galileogalilei]

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