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Karen tried to memorise the colour of his eyes, the ocean of hazel and green and blue all wrapped into one. The rise and fall of his chest as it moved so close to her own. The smell of gunpowder and metal and blood. It was an almost comforting scent. One that Karen could only ever smell on Frank.

“I gotta do this, okay?” he repeated, his voice firm but gentle and quiet. “And you can’t follow me on this, alright? This doesn’t end well. I cannot do that to you. You have a life Karen, a damn good life, and you’ve worked for everything in it. I know what you’ve been through hand and like Hell I'm going to put you through it again.”

“You don’t get to make my choices, Frank-”

“Jesus, Karen, just stop it, alright?” he snapped.

Karen bit down on her lip, staring down at their feet. So close, but never touching.

“One day you won’t make it out, you know that, don’t you?” she whispered.

“I know that,” he gave a nod. “And I won’t have you throw everything away for that.”

“We can work this out,” she insisted. “All these people that you say need to pay, we can make them pay, we can do that together.”

“No, no I do this my way Karen, that’s the only way this works,” he shook his head.

Karen brought a hand up to cover her subtle sob, shaking her head. Frank’s heart was breaking just watching her, but this is exactly why he needed to leave.

She was the one piece of light in all of this darkness, and he wouldn’t be responsible for taking that away. He wouldn’t let anyone take that away, least of all him.

“You...you know I want to,” he admit gently. “You know that, Karen.”

“Then stay,” she pleaded.

“I won’t do that to you, I won’t,” he shook his head. “I can’t be the man you want me to be.”

“I don’t want you to be anything, Frank. I want you to be alive, to have a home again and just...be okay.”

“This is the only way for me,”

“Frank, I don’t have expectations for you, I don’t have this level that you need to reach for me to-”

“But you should, Karen,” he sighed. “You should, because you deserve it. You deserve everything, and I can’t give that to you, I can’t do it.”

Karen knew she was crying now, and she felt no shame or embarrassment in knowing that Frank was witnessing it.

“Don’t waste that on me, please,” he whispered.

Karen felt his hand crawl behind her neck, pulling her head in to press a long, lingering kiss to her forehead. But if this was going to be it, if Frank was going to walk out for good, Karen needed something more. Just once.

She snapped her head up quickly, staring into his eyes for just a moment before she pressed her lips against his. Frank stilled for a moment before he responded, kissing back with more force and love than Karen had been expecting.

Frank liked the feeling of her hands in his hair, the feeling of her body up against his, the smell of her hair and the smoothness of her skin. He had thought about kissing Karen many times before, and now that it was happening, he never wanted it to stop.

But he made her a promise. He would never hurt her again. He would never drag Karen down with him. After all, he could never have the life he wanted for Karen.

The room filled with breathless gasps as they pulled apart, leaning into one another, their foreheads resting together.

“Please,”

Guilt welled up in Frank’s body. He wanted to be sick.

“I gotta go now,”

Karen gave a nod, watching as he slung the black duffle bag over his shoulder. She looked up at him one last time, her eyes full of tears even as she tried to smile through them.

“Be careful, Frank.”

“Take care, Karen.”

#I made myself sad #the punisher #frank castle #karen page #karen x frank #frank x karen #kastle #kastle fanfiction #kastle fic

Okay so I’m only on episode 4 of The Punisher Season 2 and I’m reading so much about how problematic this season is. Someone please talk to me discuss what you didn’t like about it (apart from Kastle only being in one episode 😭)

marveldaily

OFFICIAL TRAILER FOR SEASON 2 OF THE PUNISHER

#karen page #daredevil #daredevil season 3

I cannot believe that Netflix had the audacity to cancel Daredevil. It was the only Netflix Original they did right.

#and the punisher #but let's not even think about that being cancelled

Live Another Life

Title: Live Another Life

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Kastle

Warnings: violence, mentions of sexual violence, PTSD, eventual smut

His family is gone; he's completed his vengeance, or so be believes. Now, Frank can be left alone... but the story isn't over. A voice in his head keeps whispering to him that he deserves more than this. Will he listen? Punisher S1 compliant. Rated for future chapters. (Please give me honest critiques!) Disclaimer: Characters/songs not mine.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12870753/chapters/29398575

"Believe it or not, I do know what you're going through." "Your father almost got killed?" "Nope. But people said that I killed my brother."

#karen page #daredevil #daredevil season 3 #daredevil spoilers

I really want to get into the Kastle ship, what do I need to watch?

Ideally, all of Daredevil and Punisher on Netflix to fully understand Karen Page and Frank Castle. But if you don’t want to watch the entire series, the episodes that really made me ship them were in Season 2 (Kinbaku and Regrets Only is where the chemistry is really notices imo) and then onwards.

achillieus

Give your heart and soul to charity ‘Cause the rest of you, the best of you Honey, belongs to me

#this song just screams kastle???

My homie, my friend, i have MISSED YOU !!! Can you do a fic where Frank visits Karen at home before she tries to skip town ?? & maybe she can ask him what we were all wondering during Season 3 of Daredevil: where WERE you ??

I HAVE MISSED YOU. AND I HAVE MISSED WRITING. BUT LIFE AND TIME AND UGH I’M BACK THOUGH AND LOVING IT.

A/N: I’ve kept this fic pretty open ended in terms of where Frank has been and wrote as if they had been in contact again after the whole elevator incident. Saving the reunion of that moment for another time.

Karen knew every crevice in her apartment that held a weapon and every piece of furniture that could be used as one. She never had to resort to using any of them, of course, thanks to the gun she had on her at all times. But since the incident at the Bulletin, Karen had been without it. So when she heard the window in her spare room being quietly slid open and shut, her heart began hammering in her chest as her eyes scanned around the room for the closest, heaviest makeshift weapon.

She knew that by being in her apartment she had to move quickly. Karen needed to grab the very few things she needed, a few wads of cash she had hidden under the bed, a few pieces of clothing, and get the hell out of there before Fisk’s men came for her.

But maybe it was too late. Maybe she wasn’t quick enough.

Reaching for a pot that hung above the stove, Karen pulled it into her hands silently before staring down her hall with wide, panicked eyes. The window ledge was creaking, and the floorboards soon followed with the weight above them.

Someone was in her apartment.

As the creaking continued, as faint as it was, Karen prepared herself to put all of her body’s strength into swinging this iron cooking pot into the face of whoever Fisk had sent her way.

“Huh, that’s a sight,” a rough voice came from the silhouette now standing in the doorway to the spare room. “Never took you for a cook.”

Karen inhaled sharply, her chest heaving with fear and now shock.

“Frank?” she asked, her voice a whisper. “Jesus Christ.”

The man stepped forward, his body covered in black clothing, his hand pulling the hood off the back of his head as he continued to stare at her. He watched as Karen’s hand lowered, setting the pot back down on the table, and noticed how shaken she seemed.

Sneaking in through the window was always Frank’s preferred way of visiting Karen, but it had been so long since he last set foot in her apartment, he knew it would have frightened her. Especially now.

“What are you doing here?” Karen asked, her voice breathy and tired.

“Thought I’d check in,” he shrugged. “See if you had a plan for all this shit you seem to be caught up in. Looks like you’ve got one in mind though, huh?”

Karen followed Frank’s gaze to the bag sitting on the couch, rolls of money poking out from the top, a bottle of whiskey just visible beneath a sweater.

She took a moment to look back at him, to notice what had changed, to see if Frank was here for any other reason. She knew he was laying low these days, taking care of the bad guys in Frank’s usual style, but otherwise living quietly. Micro, or David as Frank usually called him, would have told him everything about Karen’s situation.

At least, everything that the media had left out. Which meant he more than likely knew why Fisk’s men were after her. That this wasn’t just because she pissed him off with her articles or provoked him with her questions. Frank had to know about Wesley and about how serious this was. How far Fisk would go.

“Where have you been?” Karen asked, trying to steer heir conversation elsewhere.

“Not far,” Frank shook his head. “Came back a few days ago, turned on the news and well, there you were.”

Karen sighed, shaking her head as she rested her hands down onto her hips.

“It’s been…a long week,”

Frank took a moment, letting himself observe everything about her standing there. The way she tapped her foot anxiously, the way her body just kept jolting and moving as if she was afraid of the walls themselves. Her eyes were wider and darker than he had ever saw before.

“You uh, you could have told me, you know?” Frank began. “I could have helped, I could have-”

“You could have what? Killed Fisk?” Karen offered with a scoff, folding her arms. “There’s nothing you could have done, Frank.”

“Why didn’t you?” he asked, shaking his head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Karen sighed, looking away from him.

“I didn’t tell anyone.”

“I figured that much,” he continued. “But you could have told me,”

Karen looked to him, nodding her head. There was a very deep, unspoken trust between the two of them, and they both knew that Karen could have opened up to Frank without judgement or fear. But Karen was a stubborn woman.

“It’s not exactly something I want people to know about me,” she shook her head. “I’m…I’m not this innocent victim, you know? I’m not…I’m not a good person.”

Frank laughed, shaking his head and pacing around the room.

“You think good people haven’t done some bad shit?” he asked.

“Killing someone isn’t ‘bad shit’ Frank, it’s murder,” she corrected.

“You think of me as a bad person?”

Karen eyed him carefully.

“That’s not fair Frank,” she warned. “What you do, what you’ve done…you did that because-”

“Paint it whatever way you want, it’s bad, right?” he argued. “But for good reasons. For the right reasons.”

“I shot him seven times, Frank,” Karen told him firmly. “That’s…that’s murder.”

Frank shook his head, staring back at her.

“I told you I’d be here whenever you needed som-”

“I don’t need you,” Karen bit back. “And if you were smart, you would stay as far from me as possible. Fisk has men in the FBI, if they see you-”

“I don’t give a shit about that, Karen!” Frank snapped. “Jesus, are you kidding?”

Karen took a deep breath, running a hand over her forehead and brushing back stray hairs.

“It’s not safe for you,” she told him gently.

“I’m not letting you get hurt,” he promised. “I won’t.”

“This isn’t your job,” she took a step closer, putting her hands on his shoulders. “Frank, I’m not the person you think I am. Who I am, what I’ve done…you wouldn’t feel like this if you knew.”

“I know everything I need to,” Frank fought.

Karen shook her head again, giving him a small smile before she let herself fall into his chest and hold him in a tight hug. Frank’s arms responded a moment later, pulling her to him protectively.

They stayed silent for a few moments, taking a deep breath and smelling the familiar scent of one another’s clothes. It was comforting and heartbreaking all at once.

“You need to go,” she told him softly. “If anyone sees you Frank-”

“I came here for you,” he shook his head. “Told you I always would.”

Karen’s heart fluttered in her chest, pushing herself impossibly closer to him.

“I can’t have them get you too,” Karen admit sadly. “I can’t have them take you.”

“They won’t,” Frank assured. “But there’s not a chance in hell I’m leaving you here,”

Frank could feel Karen’s smile against his neck, her soft lips pressing against his skin, and he knew they were running out of time. They needed to get out of this apartment. They needed to grab the bag Karen was packing and run as far as they could.

Time was running out, and Frank knew the risks involved in staying put. But they would have to walk over his dead body to get their hands on Karen.

#kastle #kastle fics #karen page #frank castle #karen x frank #frank x karen #daredevil #the punisher