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[superrpowerlesshuman]

You heard his too?

Oh, yeah.

[ironmaidenhead]

[ravenclairee]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN — 1.09 "Straight to Hell"

[imstillwithyou]

take care.

[oh-no-thank-u]

(Source)

[zushigirl]

Hey fandom…It’s beginning to look a lot like… #Kastle_Christmas25

@elen-tari2 and I teamed up to deliver some holiday cheer to the fandom from Christmas to New Year’s. Fanfics, art, mood boards, playlists, all mediums are welcome!

Dec 23 - Dog Days of December - Adopting a dog, rescuing a cat, catching an animal in Karen’s apartment…anything animal related.

Dec 24 - The Longest Night - Longing, love confessions, interpretations of DDBA.

Dec 25 - Christmas in California - Christmas in San Francisco, Frank showing up to check on Karen, can be canon with DDBA or an AU of her life out west.

Dec 26 - Season of Giving - Volunteering, charity work, helping those in need, healing, hope.

Dec 27 - Warm Hugs and Coffee Mugs – Love confessions over in coffee shops or over a homemade brew, cozy sweaters, ginger snaps, pancakes/Karen cakes, sharing Maria’s holiday traditions, Penny’s Place memories.

Dec 29 - Unwrap Your Present - Getting dressed up and taking things off. Karen’s necklace. Frank’s combat boots. Kastle spice this fam luvs.

Dec 30 - Snow Angels - Honoring loved ones, angels watching over them, memories of Kevin, Maria, the kids.

Dec 31 - Midnight Magic - Too much champagne, stopping late night crime, a kiss at midnight, New Year’s resolutions for the Punisher and Page.

Tag your works #Kastle_Christmas25 and let’s have some fun 🎅🏼💀🎄

[carry-the-sky]

white roses, red dirt

There are flowers outside his door. A simple assortment, all of them white, because on top of everything else she’s still got a fuckin’ sense of humor. Frank dips inside long enough to ditch the vest. Won’t need it where he’s going.

The spot looks the same. Bench might be more dinged up, and there’s some new graffiti, block letters bursting in neon: RESIST! A bit on the nose, but hey, it’s a piece of the city they haven't scrubbed clean, and that's something.

“Took you long enough,” she says from somewhere behind him.

Relief floods through him. Stay safe. He did her a favor, asked for one right back, and she delivered. 

He turns, tilts a glance at her. “Breakin’ curfew, Miss Page?”

Her mouth presses into a line like she's trying not to smile. He's been beat to shit, but this is a different kind of ache, bone-deep and familiar.

"Yeah, never been much of a rule-follower," she says, and the twinkle in her eye could be seen from outer space. She falters a little as she catalogues his fresh mosaic of cuts and bruises. "God, Frank. You look like shit."

"Nahh, this?" He laughs, or tries to. His ribs scream in protest. "Just a paper cut. I've had worse."

"I know," she says, and they're both somewhere else for a second, time stretching taut like a rubber band.

"I got your, uh. Your calling card," he says, pulling as much of an apologetic face as he can. "Didn't get you anything."

"Well, I'm a modern woman. I can buy my own flowers."

He holds his hands up in surrender. "Yes ma'am."

She ducks her head, teeth flashing. "Honestly? I wasn't sure you'd show. Thought I'd, I don't know. Used up all my favors."

He has to physically swallow down another laugh. "Come on, Karen. Can't shake me loose that easy."

It's a joke, and it lands, but the aftertaste lingers. Everything in between, all the words that never see the light of day, lined up right there on his tongue. She stares resolutely at the ground, graciously allowing him this moment of cowardice without an audience.

"Hey," he says, and the look on her face when she meets his eyes gets his heart kicking. "You need me, I'll be here. That's it. End of story. I will always come for you, you got that?"

She blows out a tiny breath. "Okay."

"Yeah?" he presses, needing her to understand. Knowing he won't be able to live with himself one millisecond longer if she doesn't.

She's smiling with her eyes now. "Yeah."

"Okay, then."

There's more to say. Intel to swap, plans to strategize. And beyond that, apologies. Explanations. Honest things, pulled out into the sunlight. But for now, she holds out her hand and asks:

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee, Frank?"

[violentdelightsproductions]

KastleWeek

saturday, sept. 7 | bonus!

"I'm Persephone. Queen of the Underworld. She is married to that big Dude. Hades. He runs Hell, but she is in charge of Punishment. But I feel sorry for Persephone. Because even when she is back with the living, they are afraid of her, because of where she's been....Kinda funny huh. How many stories they have about princes need to get rescued from witches" -Sharp Objects

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