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Karen and Frank in San Francisco. Hiding from Fisk. Pretending to be married.
This new life is about to get complicated…Welcome to Chapter 5 of Karen Goes West!
Read it on AO3 ☕️💀💛
Hi Kastle fam! I am sooo late in updating this fic! There’s been some tough personal stuff going on, and I had to put it in the back burner…but I’ve finally returned to Karen and Frank’s trip west. Hope you enjoy it!
“Funny…that’s where the nerve is.”
Because Frank was very much a part of Karen’s narrative in DDBA Season 2…so what happens after?
Read my short little fic of longing on AO3 ☕️💀🌲
Bloom and Bone - Chapter 8
Misery
“I think it might be time for you to fill me in on some things,” Claire says pointedly. “Because I don’t understand how you’re so calm about having a murderous vigilante in your personal space. And,” she says quickly, when it looks like Karen is going to interrupt her, “why you get so defensive whenever anyone says something mildly uncomplimentary about the man. Didn’t he kidnap you once?”
Just part of a WIP floating around in my mind after all the recent DDBA talk… Why? Because Kastle got me with those damn white roses 💀🥹☕️
“Something tells me this newspaper is old.”
Frank watches Matt’s fingers trace the byline of the worn page. Says a silent thank you that the man’s super senses can’t tell that paper is years old. Can’t reveal who wrote it.
Five Dead in Murder-Suicide in Little Italy
“You haven’t listened to the news in a while…have you Frank?”
There’s a slight tremor in Matt’s oh-so polished lawyer voice. Frank can tell the other man is trying to stay composed and it irritates him. He huffs, eyes turning away from the old Bulletin article on his worn nightstand to stare out the window. The rain slides down the glass, blurring the green of the nearby pine trees into a thick, dark blanket.
“Nope. I like being off the grid.”
“Damnit! Frank!”
Frank tenses at the sound of Matt’s hand hitting the nightstand. Maria’s picture topples over.
“For fuck’s sake, Red! Why did you come here? Just-”
“Pick up your phone and look at the news!”
He acquiesces, pulling the nightstand drawer open. Makes a show of turning the phone on; somewhat amazed Matt can hear the subtle sounds.
When he sees the iPhone Lieberman sent him, Frank’s heart sinks. Ten missed calls from the spook in the last two hours. One from Madani. Neither have bothered him in ages. There’s only one reason they’d be reaching out…
A notification flashes across the screen. CNN.
A New Punisher In Town? A woman in a leather jacket was seen holding two former AVTF members at gunpoint…
He doesn’t open the article, his trigger finger is shaking too much.
“Atta girl,” he whispers inadvertently.
“Tell me what happened, Frank.”
Matt’s suddenly bearing down on him, seething.
“Tell me what happened back in San Francisco.”
…
A preview of Winter Hymnal to my forever ship (aka chapter 4 of Karen’s Carol). Read the full chapter on AO3 💀☕️❄️
“Damnit, Karen.” Frank’s voice is quiet. “You didn’t have to go through this alone. Why didn’t you reach out to me?”
“Leaving flowers on the windowsill once every three months is NOT the way to show someone you support them! You know what IS!?! A fucking phone call. But we don’t have each other’s numbers!!! We didn’t bother to exchange them!!!!
At that moment the diner seems to still. The cheerful Christmas tunes blaring from the nearby jukebox soften. The few other patrons turn to look at the tucked away corner.
“Inside voice,” mumbles Foggy.
Life has been extra tough lately, but for some reason my creative brain is escaping thanks to a Kastle renaissance. Like sure Disney, so whatever you will but I standby the Netflix universe. I’ve got two WIPs and a one-shot fluttering around in my brain. Maybe I’m writing to ease my shipper-heart. Maybe I’m writing just for fun. Either way, can’t wait to share!
Kastle fam! Life has been incredibly hectic the last few weeks, and I am so sorry I’m late in posting the #Kastle-Christmas25 wrap up 💀❄️☕️
(Also, I felt like we need a little pick-me-up. Let other fans have their DDBA previews. We will always have our fanfic community and the Netflix Universe 💛)
Big thanks to all the wonderful people who gave Frank and Karen some holiday cheer. Check them out…
@kanerallels ❄️She Wasn’t Drinking Coffee here on Tumblr
@elen-tari2 for amazing fics… ❄️Robbery, Rose, & Resolutions on AO3 ❄️Christmas & Crime on AO3 ❄️Snow Angels on AO3 ❄️Not a Creature Was Stirring on AO3
(Also check out her You’ve Got Mail mashup video! Soooo good!)
@zushigirl ❄️Karen’s Carol on AO3
Bloom and Bone - Chapter 7
Longlegs
Karen calls the office for their morning check in. With both sides of the conversation on speakerphone, she gives Matt and Foggy an update on the investigation into the police file – specifically, the missing necklace. “So, what, you’re thinking… this medallion is somehow related to what’s happening to you both? And that someone got a cop to steal it from Fisk’s body?” Foggy asks, once Karen has finished. “It’s the only lead we’ve got so far,” Karen says. “Why would someone risk stealing it unless there was a good reason?”
