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Now, ma’am, do you have anything for me or not? Maybe I outta just go back and…rot in my goddamn jail cell. Yeah. Yeah, I did some digging. Alright, there are huge moving parts that they do not want to be seen.
Title: in the end of the night we’ll rest our bones Rating: Mature Universe: AU Canon Divergence / Season Two Word Count: 730 Author: girlsarewolves
Objectively, she knows this is not a good idea. She tends to ignore her brain sending warnings her way. She follows her gut, her heart. Instinct.
Title: come upstairs but not to talk Rating: Explicit Universe: AU Canon Divergence / Season Two Word Count: 2300 Author: jazzonia
Frank comes to her straight from the firefight.
Title: After Visiting Hours Rating: Teen Audiences and Up Universe: AU Canon Divergence / Season Two Word Count: 3702 Author: irishcookie
Karen pushes when she knows she shouldn't. She knows one day someone is going to try to get to the bottom of why she runs toward danger instead of turning her back on it. She just didn't expect that someone to be Frank Castle. She just didn't expect it to be in the middle of the night while she is confined to a hospital bed.
Title: Heaven Sent the Saints Down (Hell Sent Them Up) Rating: Teen Audiences and Up Universe: AU Canon Divergence / Season Two Word Count: 3245 Author: Ambrosia
But no, yes, the Punisher. In her apartment. Staring at her with an unfazed expression on his face. Even from the doorway, she can see the white skull painted on his chest-piece.
And this is somehow so normal for her, at this stage of her life, that she honestly takes one look at Frank, at the bruises on his face, at all his gear spread around her apartment, and says, “Okay. It’s 11:07. I haven’t eaten yet. I’m going to order some dim sum from the corner and you are not going to get any of that gun oil on my bed.”
Title: Insomnia Rating: Mature Universe: Somewhere In Canon / Season Two Word Count: 5582 Author: Queen_haQ
They're both drowning, but manage to find comfort in each other.
Title: Don’t Say You Will Rating: Mature Universe: AU Canon Divergence / Season Two Word Count: 4381 Author: Moonknife
Karen Page is tired of having her heart broken and her life endangered. But against all reason, she trusts Frank Castle. She isn't afraid to come by his place late at night, and when things take an unexpected turn, she's resolved to be brave and face that too.
Or, I needed an excuse to get Karen and Frank in bed together. And believe me, it's a flimsy excuse.
Title: Fire Meet Gasoline Rating: Mature Universe: AU Canon Divergence / Season Two Word Count: 9415 Author: xenowhore
And then, insanely, it was nearing midnight and Karen was standing in Frank Castle’s bathroom looking at herself in the chipped mirror. She was wearing one of his old t-shirts and nothing else (it nearly came down to her knees) her blouse and pantyhose folded neatly on the counter, hair undone and falling in thick waves around her shoulders. She’d have raccoon eyes in the morning, no makeup remover here - soap was too harsh for her sensitive skin - but somehow she didn’t care. She didn’t care that her legs were so startlingly pale, that she didn’t have a toothbrush. These things seemed trivial when she considered that in moments, she’d be sliding between sheets that cradled a killer every night.