ahead of the new Daredevil series airing DAYS AWAY [screech] I'm 1000% taking advantage of new and returning kastle fam;
Ive got some fics! It's been a while -
On the jar is a taped note, folded in half.
"Do you want to go?" It's quiet on his end of the line, and it's his tone - not the cold outside her window - that chills her spine.
“Can I ask you something?” She doesn't wait for him to respond, and she's opening the car door now, ice brushing into the nerves of her teeth as she breathes. She hisses as her boots crunch on the snow. “Is there an actual scenario in your head for this where I say no?”
The one where Amy instigates a road trip and things get said.
She's not safe - she'll never be safe from Fisk, but she'll still slide the latch on the chain at eye level, and she'll pull the curtains tight to block out the sun.
The bed squeaks, and the sheets are stale from sitting idle. Karen places her gun beneath a pillow and holds onto it, finding solace in the weight and how her thumb rests against the grip. That deadbolt is another warm blanket to the thought that for maybe just a moment, she can be lucky.
She figures running will protect everyone she loves, if Fisk is after her.
She wasn't expecting to run right into Frank.
Not in the middle of the night.
Not in the middle of fucking nowhere.
The Blood in the Blue [multichap]
He looks at the way her mouth settles flat, her eyes distant as the sun lowers, the sky getting darker each minute. Her jaw is clenched. She's gotten no peace in what's happened so far, but he knows just by looking at her, she's willing to risk herself again to claim it. Frank suspects this is not going to be easy in any sense of the word.
Frank meets a mermaid on a mission.
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.”
it's the landscaper/sex shop au
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