#oc: annette wattkins

[devil-kindred]

your memory haunts me

I emerge from the void bearing some angst for you all today! Presenting a moment from the terrible timeline of “saudade” in which Annette dies and Frank has to live with the guilt.

also on ao3

She stands before him, as beautiful as he remembers, clad in nothing but one of his long sleeved shirts- the ends bunched up around her wrists and still covering half her hands. He fights the urge to go to her, the instantaneous relief and joy beaten back by the crushing realization that this is merely a dream.

“You... I saw you. I was there when they buried you.”

“There was nothing you could’ve done, Frankie.”

“That’s not true.” He shakes his head, a violent gesture— not unlike that of a mad dog— as he strides across the room. The anger and despair turning over and over in his gut at odds with the warmth and serenity of the upscale room they had spent their last night together in. “I should’ve been more cautious. Stupid to give in to this fancy ass place.”

“They were coming for me long before I met you. If it wasn’t your enemies, it would’ve been Maverick’s. They never quite believed that I drowned once I went overboard.”

“Mine we still the ones that got you. I’m the reason you’re gone, Annie.”

“You have to forgive yourself, Frankie.” Her voice is saddened, her gaze even more as she reaches for him.

"I don't deserve forgiveness."

He wakes with a start, his last words in the dream hanging heavy as he pays no mind to the fact that he’s startled Micro— who’s spilled his coffee and is trying to retrieve the cup before Lucky smacks it across the table.

It’s been… a long while since he’s dreamt of her. Of his failure. His inability to protect the one person in the world who meant the most to him. It never fails to put him in a sour mood.

“Hey, Frank? Frank, where’re you… You’re going out? Now? But—“

“Don’t talk to me.”

Micro falls short immediately, watching as he heads to the door, the black cat he showed up with trailing behind him.

Loss can break even the strongest of men and women, he should know. It broke him, after all. As strong as Frank is… he can’t help but feel one day… He’ll break too.

[florbelles]

ANNETTE WATTKINS.

the beginning is always today. ( mary shelley )

— for @raisinghellinotherworlds xx

[devil-kindred]

tagged by the ever lovely @cameronburke to do this quiz with some of my ocs!

tagging: @ma-sulevin @jackiesarch @shallow-gravy @florbelles @red-nightskies @blissfulalchemist and anyone else who wants to join in!

have some various marvel kiddos.

annette wattkins

windy

you don't know who you are, do you? when the lights go out tomorrow, who will you be? do you like that person? it might be easier to wear a mask but be careful of it becoming all you are. who is the real you and why are you so afraid of them? you'll never rid yourself of this loneliness if you refuse to let people really see you. you can start again, try again,

amara wells

foggy

you've never felt as alone as you do now, but maybe you've always felt like this. it doesn't matter if you're with a group or by yourself, the loneliness stays with you always, it's seeped into your bones. or has it? are you as alone as you think or are you clinging on to this pit inside you like it has the answers? it doesn't, know that. it's okay to feel joy again, it's okay to feel okay.

[devil-kindred]

you who reach with bloodstained, shaking hands— it will get so much worse before it gets better

- (annette “annie” wattkins x frank castle)

[devil-kindred]

tagged by @honeysides and @jackiesarch to make some kiddos in this cute meiker!

manon shepard (mass effect) | annette wattkins (the punisher) | ilariya/gaia (marvel)

[devil-kindred]

cream

Pairing: Frank Castle/Annette Wattkins

Rating: M

Warnings: smut, food play (kinda), use of “baby girl” as a term of endearment (not like that tho & also I only use it once so), oral sex, vaginal sex.

Summary: On a rain-soaked lazy afternoon, Frank gets an idea on a different way to pass time with his favorite lady. He learns something new about Annette along the way and she, in turn, learns that Frank is a very, very giving man. [or; Frank goes down on Annette for the first time.]

WC: 2,893 | read it on ao3

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It’s rare that Frank and Annette get to spend a day together; rarer still a day where neither of them have to go out or— in the case of this particular day— don’t want to go out. It’s dark, even for being early in the afternoon, the clouds an ominous roil over the city as thunder booms and the rain falls in sheets. No, it’s not a day anyone would want to be out and about. Certainly not Annette, and if she doesn’t plan on going out… well then Frank doesn’t either. It’d be a poor day to do anything outdoors anyways, and why on earth would he want to leave when he could be inside with her instead?

The curtains drift lazily in the breeze from the half-open window, something Annette barely registers as she finally notices Frank’s warm stare, the couch creaking slightly as he shifts his weight. She shrugs it off when he says nothing, dipping her spoon back into the container of ice cream she holds— strawberry, her favorite— and freezing with it halfway to her mouth when she realizes he’s still watching.

The ice cream now forgotten, she takes a moment to look him over the same way he’s watching her—  finding a small, loving smile on his features that makes her break into one of her own. … Until the ice cream on her spoon melts further and drops onto her thigh in a freezing cold splatter. She yelps slightly, frowning down at the mess and wholly unaware of Frank creeping just a bit closer, until he’s right beside her. Reaching out a hand to swipe his fingers over the ice cream splatter on her leg and popping his fingers into his mouth to suck off the sweetness.

“What,” he drawls, a crooked smile tugging at the corners of his lips as Annette stares in disbelief. “I just wanted a taste.”

“You could’ve asked for the spoon.” She says, gaze lifting to follow him as he stands. “Or the carton.”

“More fun this way.” He answers with a chuckle, taking the carton from her hands and fishing out the spoon— holding it over her thigh until the frozen treat starts to melt and drips onto her leg. He holds a hand beneath it when he’s satisfied, a silent offering of what’s left, and when she makes no move to take it, pops it into his mouth— swallowing the last of the strawberry ice cream and dropping the spoon back into the carton. “Seems I made a bit of a mess, hm?”

Annette watches as he sets the carton on the side table, then sinks to his knees in front of her, cupping the back of her calves to part her legs further to make room for himself. “You could just— Frankie,” she says, face flushing as she catches on to his intentions and he flashes a smile. 

“Guess I better clean it up.” 

Her mouth parts, eyes still wide in surprise, but she makes no move to stop him. Doesn’t say no, doesn’t tell him to stop being ridiculous and get a towel. Just studies him for a moment longer as he kneels, ever patient, and gives an almost imperceptible nod. Frank lowers his head, tongue pressing against her thigh to lap up the dessert he’d purposely dripped on her— licking and sucking at the places it had landed until Annette’s certain she won’t be able to wear anything short for weeks. Not unless she wanted everyone to see the marks and know without a doubt what she and Frank had been up to. 

He switches tactic once he’s gotten all the remnants of ice cream off her thigh, choosing instead to kiss the marks he’d left… and then continue, something that— while certainly pleasurable— makes Annette feel a little wave of panic.

“Frank,” Is all she manages to stammer out, with his mouth on her thigh steadily trailing kisses higher and higher; her mind quickly dipping into steamier territory. “The window’s still open.”

He merely hums a reply, pressing another kiss against her skin with his dark eyes looking into her own reading her remark for what it is— a half-baked excuse. With the rain coming down outside in what can only be described as a torrential downpour, there’s no way anyone in the vicinity would hear a thing.

“The ice cream’s gonna melt?” She tries again, feeling both turned on and flustered by the sight of him kneeling between her legs— something that only further ignites the warmth 

“Not worried about it.”

“Frank—“ Her voice rises an octave when he nips gently on her inner thigh, so far up that all it would take is the slightest turn of his head for him to have his face buried in her still clothed cunt. The thought sends a quick thrill down her spine and she squirms beneath the touch bracketing her hips. “Frank, wait.”

He relents, sitting back on his heels as he scans her face— now flushed pink and her eyes steadfastly refusing to meet his own. He gives it another minute, waits to see if she’ll voice the issue— let him know what he did wrong— and when she still refuses to meet his gaze, he start to feel a hint of worry.

“I pushed too far,” he begins, shaking his head as he stammers out the rest— as he often does when thrown off. “I just wanted— I didn’t think to ask if you even—“

“Frankie, no.” She’s staring at him now, eyes wide in panic and with perhaps the slightest hint of guilt. Something that strikes Frank as odd— Annette has nothing to feel guilty for. “No, it’s not you. God no, it’s just... I... I—“

“You what?” He questions, brow furrowed in confusion— a sight Annette has the briefest moment to think is adorable before she realizes he’s staring at her again. “Annie, if you don’t want—“

“No one’s ever done that for me.” She blurts out, cutting him off and seeing the flicker of surprise knock the confusion right off his face, replacing it with an outright dumbfounded stare, before she’s right back to looking at anything but him— now seeming intently focused on his shirt. “Mav— he… well, he wasn’t really interested in anything that wasn’t... I don’t know, standard, I guess.” Which is the politest way Annette can think of to say that when it came to sex, Maverick hadn’t really cared much for anything but his own pleasure. So long as he got off… well that was all that mattered.

“Standard.” He echoes, as Annette shrugs and refuses to lift her gaze. “Annie,” he tries, then again when she still won’t meet his gaze. “Annette.”

The use of her name— something he only ever uses now if it’s something very serious— finally snaps her gaze upwards to his own.

“You’re telling me that this guy, with a pretty lady like you, couldn’t be bothered to get on his goddamn knees for you every once in a while?”

“He was old-fashioned?” She offers lamely, fighting back a small laugh that bubbles up on instinct when Frank only shakes his head— seeming even further stunned by the revelation.

“Old-fashioned.” He echoes with a scoff, coupled with another shake of his head and the gentle pat of his hands against her legs— as if he’d thought of something and had finally made a decision.

“Stupid, more like.” Then he’s surging up from his kneeled position, pressing her back against the pillows with his lips against her own. “Didn’t know what he was missing; neither do you.”

Annette breathes out his name, heat flaring in her belly as he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against her own.

“I won’t push. ‘S not right. If you want it though... all you gotta do is say the word, baby girl.”

Her eyes open at the endearment, a wave of arousal crashing over her as her pupils blow wide and her mouth parts, leaving her staring breathlessly at him.

Frank chuckles, lashes sweeping low in a measured blink as he tugs her towards the edge of the couch and licks his bottom lip, murmuring, “wanna hear you say it, sweetheart.” Despite his words, his hands are already skimming up her thighs again, the caress of his warm and rough palms sending pleasant shivers along her spine. “Annie.”

“I want you.”

He raises a brow and undoes the ribbon on the front of her shorts, hooking his fingers into the waistband once he’s got them loose enough. The look he gives her makes Annette’s cheeks burn even further and she finally says the words in a quiet whisper.

“I want you to… go down on me? Eat me out? Or… whatever, you know what I mean.”

“Good enough.” He chuckles, pulling her shorts down and her panties— pale pink and with more lace than anything else— with care. “I do somethin’ you don’t like, you let me know. Aside that… you sit back and relax.” He kneels between her legs and lowers his head, pressing a kiss to the space just above her knee before trailing his tongue up her in thigh in a move that makes her shiver.

Annette’s not sure what to expect, having never had anyone offer— let alone be enthusiastic about the idea of going down on her— but when Frank starts in… well, she can certainly see why he’d said she didn’t know what she was missing.

He gives a flick of his tongue and feels a swell of pride when it nearly makes Annette slam her head back into the cushion. The chuckling noise he makes in response with his mouth still pressed against her only further stroking his ego when she gasps out his name. He grips her hips, holds her just a little tighter as he licks and sucks, tongue dipping in as she whines loudly— the slight roll of her hips an encouragement he takes to heart.

Frank’s never been one to shy away from giving pleasure to a beautiful lady and if he gets to give that pleasure with his head between their thighs… it wouldn’t be a stretch to say he could die a happy man, here between Annette’s legs. He drags his tongue flat along her, flicking up over her clit and delighting in the incredibly loud moan she makes… frowning when the sound cuts off for something softer. He lifts his head, finding Annette’s own tilted away from him and a hand over her face.

“Annie,” he chides, lifting a hand to wrap around her arm, tugging her hand away from where it had been tightly pressed against her mouth— a feeble attempt to muffle herself. “C’mon, it’s no fun if I don’t to get those pretty little noises you make.”

“Frank,” his name leaves her mouth in another quiet whine, barely audible above the still ensuing downpour outside, color burning high on her cheekbones as she squirms in his hold. “Frankie, please.”

“Ain’t nobody gonna hear you but me, sweetheart.” He runs his tongue across his bottom lip, noting Annette’s gaze tracking the movement intently and the way her face heats further still. “I like hearing those sounds; best way to know I’m doing right.” He releases her arm, sinking back down and repositioning her legs to get her comfortable again. “So you relax ‘an you keep makin’ those pretty sounds for me. I’ve got you.”

He resumes his task and keeps up, a firm but gentle hold on her thighs when she tries to squirm away— now cresting so close to her second orgasm that it’s almost too much too soon. Frank relents at the last moment and she keens, low and sweet; torn between pulling him back to her and taking the moment to breathe. His dark eyes on her own are a heavy weight, lust and love still swirling in the depths and it’s enough to make her throw all other thought to the wind, beckoning him— crooking a finger as she shifts her weight and turns sideways on the couch, Frank’s hand a warm press against her back as he helps guide her down.

“Can you—“

She’s nodding before he can get the words out, already tugging at the waistband of his pants as he kisses her, the taste of herself lingering on his lips as his hands join her own. Gently helping to undo the zipper, taking himself in one hand and moving her leg just so with the other while she tugs on his shirt impatiently. And then he’s pushing in, sliding home, and Annette’s clinging to him like her life depends on it— nails digging into his shoulders so hard that he can feel the sting even through the fabric.

“I’ve got you, Annie.” He pulls away to meet her gaze, those blues looking into his own with an intensity that nearly undoes him then and there, until they drift closed and she nods once, turning her head as he buries his face in her neck. The first rock of his hips against her own pulls a soft moan from her throat and he can barely bite back the smile against her skin as he repeats the motion, varying the speed until she’s clawing at him again with breathless cries. “I got you, sweetheart.”

The next surge of his hips sends her over the edge, the bite of her nails in his back now hard enough to draw blood but Frank would be damned if he were going to complain. Not when he’s got Annette clenching around him so tightly, moaning so sweetly in his ear… and not when he’s so damn close himself either. He gives another hard thrust, then just one more, a shudder rippling down his spine as he comes deep inside her, his breath fanning hotly across her neck as she raises a hand to stroke his hair with a pleased sigh.

“Frankie?” He lifts his head to look at her, gaze still tinged in a haze of pleasure. “Was it really the ice cream that got you thinking?”

“Nah,” he murmurs, dipping back down to nuzzle her neck. “Was those tiny little shorts you had on. Been dyin’ to get ‘em off you all day.” He punctuates the words with a gentle kiss right above her collarbone. “Ice cream was a good excuse though.”

She shakes her head, but she’s smiling, and Frank knows without a shadow of a doubt that she dosen’t mind what it was that got them in this position. Only that the both of them were happy, and oh how could he not be? Still deep in her warmth with his body pressed against her own in the afterglow. He’d swear he’d stay this way forever, just the two of them, if he could. It’s a pleasing thought, true, but a distant crash from the bedroom pulls him back to the present as Annette closes her eyes with a sigh and drops her hands from him.

“Lucky must’ve gotten onto the dresser again.”

“I’ll get it,” he answers, with one last kiss against her skin as he eases off of her; slipping free in a slow movement that drags another whine from Annette. “Really?” He looks her over, still kneeling on the couch as he tucks himself away— a wide grin on his face. “We could go for three.”

“Later.” She answers, a playful scowl in place as Frank laughs and shakes his head before disappearing down the hall. She stays on the couch a moment longer, then gets up, glancing at the now melted mess on the side table with the hint of another smile.

She’d told him it was going to melt.

The sound of running water gets her attention and she turns to find Frank leaning from around the bathroom door just down the hall. Annette points at the carton with a raised eyebrow as Frank offers a sheepish smile.

“I’ll get another one at the store, promise. C’mon and get cleaned up. Water’s just the way you like it and I put clothes on the bed for you. Cleaned up after Lucky too. Broke my mug.” He glances down when Annette runs her hand along his abdomen as she slips past him into the bathroom.

“Lost your shirt I see.”

“Yeah, well I think you ripped it. Not that I’m complaining.” He lingers a moment longer, watching as she pulls her own shirt over her head and drops it unceremoniously to the floor, his eyes scanning over her nude body with interest. “Let me know when you’re done and I’ll—“ He stops when she reaches out a hand, tugging at his pants in an echo of what had occurred just a little while ago. “Thought you didn’t wanna go for three.”

“I said later.” She hums, unbuttoning his pants as he grins again. She smiles back, palming him for a moment, then rises up on her tiptoes for a kiss as he lets out a soft groan. “Shut the door before you join me.”

Frank watches her go, shucking off what’s left of his clothes and glancing over his shoulder for Lucky before kicking the door shut behind him. The sound gets Annette to peek around the shower curtain, leaving her studying him with a smile.

“You still game for round three?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

[devil-kindred]

I once again had the opportunity to commission the absolutely amazing and incredibly talented @theknifegame to draw one of my new children OCs, Annette “Annie” Wattkins and her (eventual) love— Frank Castle. I have to say seeing the finished piece has turned a bad day into a much better one!

Nika, I’m always stunned by your artwork and this is no exception! The lighting and the detail on Annie and Frank in general is absolutely amazing! Every time I see your work, be it a commission or otherwise, I always find myself even more and more in awe of you! I’m so thankful to be able to work with you as much as I have and once again, thank you so so much for working with me! 💕✨

Please commission @theknifegame if you get the chance! She does super awesome work! & has some very cool characters as well! Thank you again!

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WIP Tuesday!

Tagged by the ever awesome @cobb-vanthss! Thanks! Tagging: @tommymillers @ma-sulevin @faithchel @shallow-gravy @softmillers and anyone else who wants to participate!

*spins the roulette wheel of WIPs* Some Frank/Annette angst? Why not?

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Frank finally stands, Annette still cradled limply in his hold and her blonde hair spilling over his arm in a waterfall.

“Frank, you can’t—“

“—‘m not leaving her.”

“She’s dead, Frank. This— This place is a crime scene! She’s evidence!” He flinches at the anger the remark sparks in Frank’s gaze and takes several steps back. “The police can handle it.”

Frank strides past him without a glance, making quick work of the distance between him and the warehouse doors as the sirens wail even louder in the distance. Micro’s right, he knows this. Knows that he really should leave her; let the police handle things. But Annette... she deserved better than strangers picking her apart.

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#12 from the soulmate list for Annette and Frank please!

#12: the one where soulmates can heal each other’s wounds | Frank Castle/Annette Wattkins 

He may have set it aside for the duration of their trek back to Annette’s apartment, but Frank is far from over her actions.

He’s furious.

“Hey.” Annette lifts her head as she carefully pulls her jacket off— the gash on her upper arm having soaked the sleeve with blood. “What the fuck were you thinking, huh? Throwing yourself into danger like that? They could’ve killed you. Put a bullet right through your skull.”

“Saved your life, didn’t I?”

Frank scowls, mouth set into a thin line with her words doing little to quell his anger at her recklessness and the fear still pumping through his veins at the thought of losing her.

“It was stupid.” He bites out, shaking his head as he looks her over. “I’m not worth it, and you shouldn’t have done it.”

“You,” Annette stomps forwards, blue eyes burning with anger as she stops before him. “Don’t have authority over how other people feel, Frank Castle. You can think what I did was stupid and reckless until the day you die, I don’t care. What I do care about is that you’re alive and that you’ve got a wound I need to take care of so shut up, hold still, and let me tend to it.”

Frank opens his mouth to utter a retort, slightly chastised but finds himself speechless when her fingertips brush the edge of the wound— the bullet that had been lodged in his shoulder dropping to the floor with a metallic ping, and rolling across the hardwood. Annette stares for a moment, frozen in place, before she rushes into action— grabbing the hem of his shirt and yanking it up without waiting for approval.

“Hey!”

“I don’t understand...” She murmurs, running a tentative hand over the smooth unmarred skin where there had been a fresh wound only moments before; now only a shiny pink scar and a small smear of blood any indication that the wound had existed at all. “How did...” Annette stops suddenly, the realization hitting her full force as she lets go of Frank’s shirt and takes a faltering step back.

“Frank,” she whispers, eyes wide. “you’re my soulmate.”

Frank reacts as if she’d struck him, taking a step back and landing on the couch with a thud. “Don’t say that.”

“Frank—“

“I was married, Annette. Had a wife I loved more than anything in the world. Besides, you deserve better than someone like me.”

“Not saying it doesn’t make it not true, Frank.” Annette’s words are soft but Frank scoffs all the same, shaking his head as she sits beside him. “People don’t always meet their soulmates right away, you know. And just because you loved someone other than your soulmate doesn’t make your previous relationships invalid.”

“Annette—“

“Besides, maybe you’re my soulmate and... maybe you already met yours.” She forces a smile, though he can see the pain the thought brings her hanging heavy in her eyes. “One way to find out?” She offers, waving a hand to her arm, still bleeding and unattended to. “Just touch the edge, like I did to your wound. If it stays the way it is then we’ll know it’s not you.”

Frank hesitates a moment, watching for any indication that she’d change her mind and— when she remains resolute— takes hold of her injured arm with one hand and runs his fingers across the edge of the wound in the barest brush possible. The wound knits together before his eyes, leaving naught but a shiny pink scar. He runs his fingers over it, still holding onto her arm and meeting her gaze with a perplexed one of his own.

“So, where do we go from here?”

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wip monday!

Tagged by @ma-sulevin! Thanks ☺️

Tagging: @chyrstis @tommymillers @softmillers @lustyargonianmaid @smithandrogers @shellibisshe and... @shallow-gravy

Here’s a peek at two wips, both based on prompts that were sent in! The first on is for Jesse/Ruthie and the second is Frank/Annette!

She swats at his hands when he tugs at the waistband of her underwear— black and lacy with little left to the imagination— and laughs at the pout that crosses his features.

“You’re not even gonna let me take them off?” He half-whines, half laughs as she settles back on his lap.

“With how much you like them?” She questions, with a raise of her brows and an amused smile. “Oh, no way. I know you well, Jesse Cunningham. You’ll try to take them off with your teeth. Again.”

“You liked it the last time, though.”

“And you ruined them.”

“I bought you new ones!” He whines, another adorable pout on his face quickly replaced with a smile when Ruthie cracks one of her own.

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“How’d Murdock even get near you in this thing anyways?” He questions with searching hands, trying to figure out where the dress ends as he drops her gently to the bed. “Too many damn layers.”

“You know, I could just take the dress off.” She answers with a laugh, watching as his forehead wrinkles upon finding even more fabric beneath the dress. “Maybe my shoes too?”

“You really want those off, I’ll take ‘em off. If you’re not planning on kickin’ me, then I’d leave ‘em on.” He doesn’t look up as he says it, still intently focused on the skirt and it’s many layers. “You’re looking more and more like one of those fancy candies. All wrapped up ‘til you can’t hardly figure out how to get to it.”

He wraps a hand around her ankle, having finally found her limbs in the sea of fabric and feeling much more enthused about his goal as a result. “Know you’re sweet like one too.”

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WIP Wednesday!

I was tagged by @pd3! Thanks! In return I’m tagging: @ma-sulevin @chyrstis @faithsgate @softmillers @shallow-gravy @tommymillers @sharky-broshaw and anyone else who wants to join in!

A peek at two WIPs below!

(currently) untitled Billy Russo/Quinn smut

The silence in the room is deafening and the annoyance rolling off Billy’s shoulders in waves only serves to accentuate it. Quinn can see the muscle ticking in his jaw and he regards her with a stone-faced expression while he takes off his suit jacket and carefully drapes it over the closest chair.

“It’s very cute when you want to play dumb, sweetheart, but I’m not playing around tonight.” He steps closer, the sound muffled as he steps onto the rug spanning the length of the bed and beyond. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

She turns around slowly, raises her hands to the belt of the jacket loosely tied around her waist, waits long enough for Billy to look smug, to let him think he’s won. Then she drops her hands and gives him a smug smile of her own as she says the words she knows will push his temper to the limit.

“Make me.”

The look he gives her speaks volumes, the glint in his dark eyes promising she’s going to get all she asked for and much, much more.

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dream a little dream (Frank Castle/Annette)

“Were you dreaming about me again?” He questions, the smile on his face blocked by the mug he holds but still evident in his tone. 

“Mhm, as a matter of fact… I was.” 

“Thought so.” The corner of his mouth turns up in a crooked smirk, and he takes another sip of his coffee in an attempt to hide it. “You were making some pretty interesting noises.”

“Yeah, well dream you’s a pretty good lay.” She bites her lip, a playful glimmer in her eyes as she adds, “Maybe ever better than the real you.”. 

Frank falls silent, nodding once to himself before he straightens and strides to the dresser— setting his coffee mug atop it. He crosses to the bed, climbing onto the end of Annette’s side and prowling up the length of her body. “And, just what was I doing in this dream that was so good?”

[devil-kindred]

Annette “Annie” Wattkins | The Punisher • Quinn Baker | The Punisher

Tagged by @shellibisshe to make some of my oc’s and I went with my two newest marvel ones! Tagging: @chyrstis @shallow-gravy @deathvalleyqueen and anyone else who wants to participate!

[devil-kindred]

1, 3, 4, and 9 for Frank/Annette please?

1. What was their first impression of each other?

Considering Annette found him bleeding and unconscious on her fifth floor balcony, her first impression is that he’s more than a little imposing and very closed off. Frank, on the other hand, is a little wary and views her as too trusting and even a little gullible. In his mind, what person doesn’t call the authorities when they find a strange man on their balcony? On the fifth floor with no discernible way onto it? 

3. Describe their relationship dynamic.

If we’re talking like that ship meme that goes around from time to time, they’re “bodyguard & reluctant ward” to a T and it can be applied either way. Annette takes it upon herself to look after Frank, regardless if it puts her in danger or not and Frank does the same on several occasions.

4. What was their relationship like before they got together?

Initially, it starts off as a reluctant “i owe you” kind of thing on Frank’s part and Annette’s vow to make sure he stays alive on her own. With the both of them being hunted for different reasons by different people, they spend a lot of time together in close quarters. The more they talk and interact, and the more they open up each other the closer they become. They’re very much: reluctant allies to friends to lovers.

9. What made them realize they were in love?

For Frank, it’s when Annette is abducted and he realizes he’d do anything to rescue her. Go to any length, kill anyone who’d dare lay hands on her with the intent to harm, and do whatever it took to ensure she remained safe... even if it meant leaving her life.

Annette realizes sooner than Frank does and it’s a mix of several things. Realizing the number of times she’s put herself at risk without thinking twice about it to help/protect him, the way she picks up things he likes simply because she wants to see him smile, and the way those crooked smiles make her heart feel like she did when she fell for her fiancé but multiplied by the hundreds.

[devil-kindred]

WIP Wednesday!

With two different wips because why not!

A bit from one of my many wayhaven wips ft. Nate Sewell/Sonia Wolfe

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen it! Rocky Horror,” She says, pointing the spoon she’d been stirring the hot cocoa with in his direction. “Is a classic. And, since you’ve never seen it— and since you’re here— I’m taking it upon myself to get you to watch it. I was overdue for my annual re-watch anyways.”

“You watch it every year?”

“Without fail.” 

Nate smiles to himself, finding such a detail about her to be an adorable thing.

a yet untitled fic ft. frank castle/annette ‘annie’ wattkins

“Annie,” he says, wrapping a strong hand around her arm and hauling her to an abrupt stop beside him in the nearest aisle. “when I say ‘go’ you’re going to walk around the left side of the aisle and go straight to your car. You do not stop. You do not talk to anyone. You get in the car and you look the doors. Do you understand?”

“No? Why would I leave you here?”

“We’re being followed.”

“What?” She moves to pull her arm free, turning her gaze upwards when Frank tightens his grip and steps closer, backing her up against the metal shelving. “Then they must be after you. That’s even more reason for me to not leave you here. Besides--”

“Annie, they’re not her for me. They’re here for you.” “Listen here, big guy, I don’t care who these people are here for. If you think for once second I’m going to leave you when you’re wounded then--”

[devil-kindred]

annette “annie” wattkins & frank castle; butterflies and bullets (a mini edit since I’ve been thinking about them a lot lately)

[devil-kindred]

Multiples of five for Annette!

5. What do they look like?

Annette is fair-skinned, with long blonde hair (approx. mid-back in length) and blue eyes. She’s on the slimmer side with a slightly athletic build and is average height.

10. If not, why not? (Do they have a good relationship with their family)

Annette does not have a good relationship with her family. She’s not even sure if her parents are alive, honestly. When she got engaged to Maverick, her family gave an ultimatum: break it off or be cut off from the family. She picked Maverick, and it’s a choice she regrets some days.

15. Who is their best friend?

If animals count, then her cat: Lucky. If we’re talking people, then Magdalena.

20. Who is the person they love most in the world?

Oh, easy: Frank. No question about it. Aside being one of the few people in her life, he saves her on multiple occasions and he’s the first person to ever truly listen to her and to what she wants.

25. How do they handle being complimented?

It depends! If it’s coming from a stranger, she politely thank them but otherwise remain unfazed. If it’s coming from a friend she’ll smile and maybe laugh a little (happy laughter mind you), but if it’s coming from someone she finds attractive? Like Frank? She’ll turn into a bit of a mess. Blushing a little, finding an excuse to be busy, and mumbling a thank you all the while.

30. What are the world leaders like?

Corrupt, unfortunately.

35. Are they very forgiving?

Yes. Annette is honestly far more forgiving than she should be which sometimes works out well for her and other times doesn’t.

40. What is their moral alignment?

Neutral good.

45. Do they have any other survival skills?

Annette has some medical skills thanks to her job, though she’s generally better at patching up other people and less so herself. Frank teaches her how to actually fight (vs. her previous tactic of “whack ‘em with whatever’s closest and run like hell” which to be fair is also valid) and also how to shoot (which she’s less comfortable with).

50. Do they enjoy their job?

Yes, Annette was an EMT before the incident with her fiancé, and while her ability to help people via volunteer works at smaller clinics in the city is limited... she’ll do whatever she can if it means she can help.