#frank castle x original female character

[the-ghost-bird]

Unless...

Frank Castle x Reader drabble

Gif by @darlingshane

Summary: She's had enough of him.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, murder, gun play, knife play, injury, blood play (don't do this at home fellas), sadomasochism, honestly a bit of a toxic dynamic, assassin!reader, sub!Frank, Frank being the biggest masochist ever, mentions of masturbation and voyeurism.

A/N: I havent written or posted any work in a long while, but I had the idea for this and I needed to get it out of my system. I'm not gonna edit, just gonna throw this into the world or ill probably never post it. Tagging @saintmurd0ck @castlesnchurches @vandominia @softsapphicsap @chellestrash @chelseasdagger @itwasthereaminuteago

Frank fires before she can, and loses count of how many rounds he put into his target.

He's becoming reckless, that much he knows. With each kill, his anger grows, and he became a little too focused on shredding the man in front of him to keep count of how much ammo was spent.

He watches afterwards, takes in the sight of the blood staining the egyptian carpet in the pristine office. Well, not so pristine anymore.

Once it all feels real, he breathes. Inhales sharply, not realizing he'd been holding his breath. Frank isn't affected by death, at least not this one, but his kill list is getting shorter and he's been having an existential crisis every here and there, avoidant of the fact he'll have to figure out what to do with himself once this quest for revenge is over.

For now, he breathes.

For now, he focuses on dealing with her.

Frank walks towards the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, looks out to see Y/N on the roof of another building, standing besides a sniper rifle, barrel pointed at him. They stare at each other from a distance until she grabs her gear and turns her back.

Frank has some explaining to do, so the dead body is left to rot.

He finds her on the roof of his safehouse. Y/N stands perfectly still in the shadows, still enough to fool him into thinking that maybe, just maybe, she won't be too mad.

"That was my contract." Her voice is cold and professional, the first winds of a tempest.

"I know." Frank's response is as professional as it is stupid. And it just feeds into Y/N's frustration.

"It was ten million dollars, Castle."

"Yeah. And?"

"IT WAS MY FUCKING MONEY, FRANK!"

He should be concerned, should care about how she fucking roared at him loud enough for Murdock to hear. But honestly? Frank can't bring himself to give a fuck.

"You'll survive." He brushes off. Y/N can feel her frustration turn into rage, but she still tries to keep calm and make a point.

"And my fucking reputation?! Don't you think word will get out that the Punisher stole my kill right in front of me like it was nothing?" She tries, but Frank just breathes out a chuckle and crosses his arm, deciding he wants to be funny.

"So? Listen, if you're thinking you can outmatch me and you want everyone in your business to think the same, that's a you problem, and you're damn straight delusional-"

Next thing Frank feels is a bullet in his thigh.

He falls to one knee with a pained cry, draws his firearm at light speed, and pulls the trigger. But no fire comes out.

"You should've counted your bullets, Castle. I did." Y/N shakes her head in mock disappointment and stalks towards him, gun pointed at his head. And now it's his turn to get fucking furious.

"The fuck is wrong with you!? You gonna kill me over a hit?"

"You know better than to get in between me and a contract." She spits harshly, gun under his chin before she orders. "Get that other knee of yours on the ground before I blow it out."

Frank obeys, tries his best to ignore the pain on his thigh, and how it gets worse with pressure and weight onto it.

"Thaaat's it, baby." Y/N praises before her tone turns condescending. "You look so pretty in that position, you know that?"

Frank heaves, vibrating with anger. For a second, he tries reaching for the blade on his side, but Y/N raises her gun to his forehead.

"Keep moving and I'll unload the entire mag in you, and I know exactly how many bullets I've got left."

Frank let's out a shaky breath, knowing he fucked up but too stubborn to fully admit it to himself. Y/N looks at him for a long couple of seconds, and she can see him making mental calculations, trying to figure out how he's supposed to get out of this.

"What? You don't trust me, sweetie?"

He doesn't bother with an answer, and they keep up the unbreakable eye contact before Y/N speaks up again.

"You know Castle, I was 15 when my mother got me private medical lessons." She starts and, despite the pulsing pain, Frank is curious as to where in the fuck this conversion is going. Y/N rarely ever mentions any detail of herself, so suddenly he's very interested in whatever she has to say. "I already knew how to patch myself up so I was confused as to why she would hire a whole team of doctors to give me in depth lessons of the human body. I just didn't know how it would be... useful... for the family business." Y/N reminisces, before asking "Have I told you doctors make the best torturers?"

Both of them know the answer to that question, and Frank knows that underneath this ramble, Y/N is trying to control her emotions, so he indulges her with an answer.

"No. You haven't told me that."

"I should've figured it out sooner, but I only really found out when she brought me on a mission to extract intel. She made it clear: greatest amount of pain while keeping the target alive for the longest time possible." Y/N finishes with a deep breath before shaking her head slightly as if trying to shake away memories. She then caresses the scar on his cheek with her thumb, taking the time to look at him before hushing softly. "I could never hurt you, Frankie. Not in a way that matters."

That's when Frank understands what she's trying to say. That while she has an inhumanly accurate aim, the bullet she shot didn't go low enough on his thigh to damage his knee or high enough to hit his artery.

She hurt him, but she didn't incapacitate him.

She wouldn't kill him.

"Unless..." Y/N sings as she clicks off the safety on the gun and wraps her hand around his throat. "Unless the big bad punisher lets his ego get out of control again and thinks he can steal another one of my contracts. Is that going to happen, Castle?"

He sneers at her, anger clouding his vision again and making Frank reluctant to answer. But she knows he'll talk, and he'll talk real nice.

"...no." He mumbles. Y/N's not satisfied though, so she presses the gun hard against his temple, raising her voice to that soldier-like tone Frank used to hear in the marines.

"No what ?!"

"I won't get in your way. I won't-" He rasps, finally yielding before crumbling at the fury in her eyes. "I- I'm... m'sorry."

And that simple word makes her open the widest of grins, expression turning euphoric and leaning on unhinged, like it's what she needed all along. Frank knows how much she loves his apologies, even if she doesn't accept them.

Y/N doesn't hesitate to press a harsh kiss onto his split lip. Frank knows she can hear the whine he tries to suppress, that she can taste the blood on his tongue. She leaves him breathless, only parting to bring her lips close by his ear.

"I saw it." She whispers. "That night after I opened up your pretty cheek. I saw you."

Frank's eyes widen, and with a shudder, every bit of residual anger leaves his body.

Frank remembers when they met up a couple of months ago, remembers how pent up he was after their fight, remembers being hard while he stitched the cut on his cheek, and how he came in the shower afterwards, pleading her name and thinking of all the other ways she could hurt him.

And she saw.

He doesn't know how but she saw him.

"How about I leave you with a warning and a gift, huh?" Y/N proposes sweetly, pulling out the knife from Frank's side.

Later on, he'll pretend like he didn't nod so eagerly.

Y/N uses the knife to slice open the unscarred cheek. She takes in Frank's reaction, from his gorgeous whimper to the way his eyes are blown, and then focuses on how beautiful he is when he's bleeding.

Before Frank can register, her tongue is on his face, licking from his jaw up to the cut on his cheek, lapping up the blood before she comments with a smile.

"Now they match."

#no beta we die like men #jon bernthal #the punisher #frank castle fic #frank castle imagine #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #frank castle x female! reader #frank castle x original female character #frank castle #frank castle x ofc #frank castle x female reader #frank castle x y/n #punisher fic #punisher x you #punisher x reader #punisher

[ingstadstarlight]

Okay, this might be a flop, but I've had this idea for a while - after being a big fan of the Ancient times, the Viking series and etc., and at the same time watching a few days ago the Pilgrimage w/ Jon Bernthal, - I thought I might post it to see what people think. I am still working on other works as well, but we'll see if I can juggle so many things at once. AnywayZZ, this is a Frank Castle fanfic and I'll post more if anyone likes it.

XxO ✌️

Viking Frank Castle AU

Title: Heart of The Ocean

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No... for now. ;)

Category: F/M

Fandom: The Punisher (2019)

Relationship: Frank Castle/Reader ; Viking!Frank Castle/Original Female Character ; Frank Castle/You

Summary:

Frankulf couldn’t ignore the sound of the water. Calling him. Loving him.

He craved the freedom of the open ocean, the cool breeze on his face, the adventure that was promised. And the new lands. He didn’t know what it was exactly, but he wanted more.

Y/N hated death. She had been fighting death away for as long as she could remember. Hunted and mistreated by her own people, she found friends where everyone else saw enemies.

Two different worlds collide, finding the tender feeling through war. Can love prevail? What about trust?

#frank castle x you #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #frank castle fic #punisher #the punisher #the punisher x reader #the punisher fanfiction #frank castle x original female character #jon bernthal #jon bernthal x reader #jon bernthal x you #jon bernthal as viking #viking era fanfic

[hollandorks]

blood on your hands - masterlist

frank castle x original female character

Summary: 

find it on ao3

Coming Soon! 

#frank castle x oc #frank castle x ofc #frank castle x original character #frank castle x original female character #the punisher x oc #the punisher x ofc #the punisher x original character #the punisher x original female character #the punisher #frank castle #netflix punisher #boyh #boyh fic #blood on your hands

[farfromstrange]

Foreigner's God Masterlist

PAIRING: Matt Murdock x OFC

AO3 — Spotify — #foreigner’s god

❝ Sometimes, the greatest power lies not in what we can control, but in what we can uncover within ourselves. In the depths of darkness, secrets await, and it is our choice to embrace them or let them consume us. Together, they embarked on a journey to unearth the truth, unaware that love, like a tempest, would shatter all their plans and rebuild their world anew. ❞

⤹ SUMMARY:

She was born with the ability to manipulate reality and the world around her. Hydra raised her and turned her into their deadliest weapon until the Avengers saved her and offered her a chance at a better life. A dark past often comes with secrets that demand to be uncovered. There might actually be more to it than meets the eye, a kind of power that’s been sleeping deep within her, waiting to be discovered. But how does one get over losing everything without losing themselves?

One reckless night on a rooftop, a bad decision leads the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen right into her arms, and he decides to tag along on her journey down the past.

As it turns out, Matt Murdock is a man unable to take no for an answer when he has set his mind to something, and once she decides to let him into her heart, all the plans she made for the future fall apart.

Or, in which a troubled Avenger forms an alliance with Daredevil to fight a common enemy and save their city, but they end up saving each other instead.

⤹ CONTENT WARNINGS:

SLOW BURN, Canon typical violence, ANGST, EVENTUAL SMUT, light BDSM, Oral sex, daddy kink, praise & pain kink, blood & cum play, Switch!Matt, toxic behavior, language, severe mental illness, PTSD, implied/referenced torture, substance abuse disorder, self-harm, mentions of sexual assault, Hydra, age gap, religious imagery and symbolism, eventual romance, some fluff, mutant powers, mentions of child molestation, near-death experiences, catholic guilt, NOT TONY STARK FRIENDLY (at least until chapter 40 or so), turning good characters into bad guys, not completely canon compliant

-> There will be chapter-specific warnings before each chapter because they tend to vary with each one!

⤹ AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hello everyone! I didn’t expect this to blow up the way it did, so I decided to edit the entire Masterlist and repost it while I continue editing the chapters on AO3 and here, too. Welcome to everyone who’s new here!

Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

I’m trying not to describe any specific physical traits like body shape, hair color, etc. (although I think I called her skin “pale” once or twice in reference to her lack of sun exposure) in any of the chapters. The character was assigned female at birth and also identifies as female with she/her pronouns, but other than that, I do not give her any traits other than her name – Eliza Bennett. Her looks are entirely up to your imagination! So you can view this as a reader insert or not, whatever you want. It’s up to you how you interpret this story.

-> Series takes place in early season 2 and continues from there on.

-> This work is 18+ ONLY!

[the asterisk (*) indicates explicit sexual content; (^) indicates the chapter has been edited to fit the new style]

— ACT ONE: HYDRA —

chapter one: I Did Something Bad (^)

chapter two: Raise A Little Hell (^)

chapter three: I Think He Knows (^)

chapter four: This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things (^)

chapter five: Hold Me While You Wait (^)

chapter six: Ivy (^)

chapter seven: right where you left me (^)

chapter eight: doomsday (^)

chapter nine: Block Me Out  (^)

chapter ten: 1 step forward, 3 steps back (^)

chapter eleven: New Invention (^)

chapter twelve: It’s Nice To Have A Friend (^)

chapter thirteen: Devil Town (^)

chapter fourteen: Family Line (^)

chapter fifteen: So it goes…* (^)

chapter sixteen: Do I Wanna Know?* (^)

chapter seventeen: Look Who’s Inside Again (^)

chapter eighteen: Anti-Hero (^)

chapter nineteen: You’re On Your Own Kid  (^)

chapter twenty: Innocent* (^)

chapter twenty-one: Green, Green Dress*

chapter twenty-two: mirrorball*

chapter twenty-three: The Avengers (pt.1) 

chapter twenty-four: The Avengers (pt.2) 

chapter twenty-five: For Real This Time 

chapter twenty-six: Black Out Days 

chapter twenty-seven: Dear Reader

chapter twenty-eight: Look What You Made Me Do 

chapter twenty-nine (Bonus Chapter): Haunted

chapter thirty: Hayloft II

chapter thirty-one: Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

chapter thirty-two: Chasing Cars

chapter thirty-three: How To Save A Life

chapter thirty-four: Foreigner’s God(*)

chapter thirty-five: long story short*

chapter thirty-six: this is me trying*

chapter thirty-seven: New Romantics*

chapter thirty-eight: Lavender Haze*

chapter thirty-nine: As It Was*

chapter forty: Monster*

chapter forty-one: Daylight

— ACT TWO: PUNISHER —

chapter forty-two: I’ll Get The Coffee*

chapter forty-three: She Knows*

chapter forty-four: Cold As You 

chapter forty-five: Bird Set Free 

chapter forty-six: Human*

chapter forty-seven: Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve (^)

chapter forty-eight: Bad Blood (^)

chapter forty-nine: Dark Paradise (^)

chapter fifty: Meet Me In The Hallway (^)

chapter fifty-one: Demons (^)

chapter fifty-two: Say You Won't Let Go (^)

chapter fifty-three: I Will Be Your Remedy (^)

chapter fifty-four: Dancing With The Devil (^)

chapter fifty-five: Why Am I Like This? (^)

#matt murdock #daredevil #foreigner's god #matt murdock x original character #matt murdock x ofc #matt murdock x oc #matt murdock angst #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x female!oc #matt murdock imagines #human disaster matt murdock #marvel #karen page #foggy nelson #the avengers #hydra #frank castle #elektra #the defenders #matt murdock fic #daredevil fic #fanfiction #reader insert #ofc #masterlist #ao3 links

[milkymoon2483]

Hidden Magnets

Push & Pull - Episode 3 Frank Castle X Plus Size Jewish OFC

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Summary: Frank pulls you closer just to push you away again. Not able to contain your feelings for Frank you finally speak up, only to be met with more rejection. However, when you find yourself needing him the most he finally shows up for you.

Rating: Very much E.18+. MINORS DNI.

Warnings: Alternating POV, age gap (legal), Mentions of alcoholism, drinking, smoking, divorce, trauma, plus size reader, fat shaming, sexual assault, violence, blood, and FINALLY some SMUT. Sensitive folks this is not for you. WC: ~5300

Thank you my lovelies. @romanarose @hbc8 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @boysddontcry @imaswellkid

Hidden Magnets

Frank sat at the window for longer than he’d like to admit, keeping his eyes on the light blue house across the street. He preferred to look at it as an act of protection rather than voyeurism, but he wasn’t sure you’d agree.

It’s been two days since you last spoke, since he almost kissed you, and he couldn’t even find it in himself to text.

You didn’t text either, perhaps shaken by what almost occurred, perhaps burned by the sting of his rejection. He saw it in your eyes, the disappointment, the hurt he caused you. Yet he still watched, convinced that this was for the better, that this was what’s right. He could make out your red sweater as you moved around the house,  a smear of color behind the glass and sheer curtains, like a koi swimming endlessly in an aquarium.

He was still being pulled in your direction, and watching from a safe distance seemed harmless enough.

Come noon you were making little trips outside, carrying some boxes and trash bags. wrapped in your unzipped puffy coat, your face pale and somber. 

When he heard the familiar sound of a car ignition refusing to start, he bit back smile.  An excuse. A perfect reason to see you, no false pretenses. Just as suspected you showed up less than two minutes later.

You were hardly surprised that your dad’s old Honda refused to start, the battery had probably died over the span of the past two weeks. At least you hoped that the little light indication was correct and it was nothing more serious. You didn’t have the money for anything more serious.

You hated to have to do this, but what choice did you have? You set your pride aside in favor of being pragmatic, because of course he'd help. You’d be nice and normal about it and he would come to your rescue, like he always does. 

With a heavy heart you crossed the street towards the humble dark gray one-story. 

Frank opened before you could finish knocking. 

“Hey Han, what’s up? ” He greeted you with a hushed tone. The tiniest bit of stubble showed on his otherwise clean-shaven jaw, he was wearing a gray melange pullover hoodie and cargo pants. You could smell the whiff of fresh laundry, battling the need to nuzzle against his chest. 

“Hi, Frank, um..the car won’t start, I think it’s the battery. Can you maybe take a look?” 

“Sure, come on” He smiled briefly, pulling on his boots and heading out after you.

What followed was a display of masculinity the likes of which you haven’t witnessed before. You were gawking yet again as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing those toned forearms, and popped the hood of the car open, furrowing his brows in concentration. He proceeded to replace the car battery with a spare one from his garage. He checked the oil and the brakes, filled up the windshield wiper fluid, and even got an electric pump to top off the tires. 

There was a self-assuredness about his movements, each one deft and precise.

It was an even more potent aphrodisiac than seeing him shirtless at the pool all those years ago. Each accurately confident action only served to remind you of other things he must know how to do accurately and confidently.  You couldn't help yourself when it came to him, your body reacted on a biological level.

Acutely aware of your gaze, Frank knew your eyes followed him as he moved, he was the one on display now, and a small part of him loved it. 

“I think she’s ready to go” He smiled, softening his stoic features.

“I can’t believe you just did all that, thank you so much, that was impressive!” you gushed as you both walked back into your house. Frank washed his hands of the grime in the kitchen sink. When he turned back, there was that look in your eyes again, filled with gratitude and awe, the one he couldn't get enough of. An overwhelming sense of pride swelled in his chest. He was still useful, still helpful to you. 

“Don’t mention it” He replied, laying both palms on your shoulders, slowly running them down your arms, making heat skittle across your skin. “You know I’d do anything for you Han” his voice was quieter, softer than before, as you drew closer to him, Hidden magnets pulling you towards each other.

“Anything?” you asked softly, keeping your eyes on his hands holding yours, caressing the backs of your palms with his thumbs. Your heart galloped at his proximity. 

“Yeah” he replied, exhaling sharply.

His palm came up to your face, thumb gently tracing the seam of your lips, reminding himself of what he was not supposed to taste.

“So goddamn beautiful and sweet, what am I gonna do with you…” He rasped. 

“Frank…” you pleaded. For him to kiss you, to do something, anything. To ease the agonizing ache in your chest that grew more unbearable with each time he was near.

He shook his head silently. Anything but this, anything but what you both wanted. 

He didn’t know why he was doing this to you, to himself. Maybe he felt like he deserved this self-inflicted punishment. Like a masochist pushing himself to the breaking point.

"You can…have me" you finally spoke, just barely, heart slamming in your chest at the words you thought you'd never say in his presence.

Frank sighed heavily. This was exactly what he was afraid of.

"Hannah, baby, you don't want this.." he replied, regret painted heavily on his face.

"You'd be surprised" your voice was tinted with annoyance. "I'm not a child Frank, haven't been for quite some time" 

"But you deserve someone your age. We're not even supposed to be talking about this" 

"Yet you keep almost kissing me. Maybe you should do it, get it over with." You cocked up a brow in defiance.

Frank chuckled, then turned serious. "I'm scared that if I start I’m not gonna be able to stop" 

You shuddered at his words. The thought of him actually reciprocating your feelings, and admitting it, seemed so far-fetched. 

"Well I might be a terrible kisser" you smirked, stepping closer to him, faking confidence to the best of your abilities. 

"I wish I could believe that" He clenched his jaw, eyes darting to your palm lying on his chest.

“Only one way to find out” You teased, glancing up at him.

“m’sorry” He stepped away, dropping his hands.

“Coward” you muttered under your breath, hoping he’d hear it. Anger flooded you, he was doing it again, pulling you towards him just to push you away. As if he had no idea how badly it fucking hurt. 

“Careful now babygirl, you don’t know what you're asking for” 

He issued a grave warning, shutting the door behind him, not giving you a chance to respond.

*******

17:45 Hannah I’m sorry

17:46 Frank Me too

17:48 Hannah Are you mad at me?

17:51 Frank No Han. Not at you

17:52 Hannah Who then?

17:53 FrankI gotta go 

17:54 Hannah OK

The exchange you had replayed repeatedly in your mind, making you feel increasingly pathetic. You practically begged for him to take you, made it abundantly clear you wanted him, and he still said no. Out of honor or dignity or god knows what abstract concept. It wasn't because he didn't want you, but you could see him trying to convince himself he didn't. That stupid fucking age excuse. You wished he’d just tell you the truth.  When the tears finally came you allowed them to wash over you. It felt foolish to cry over this, frivolous and vain in comparison to your father’s death, but it stung just the same. 

********

You bumped into Rebecca Levine on your maiden voyage with your dad’s Honda, deciding to go into the nearest Starbucks would be tempting enough to make yourself drive it. 

“Hannah! Omg! Hi!” She greeted you warmly, setting her cup on the counter so she could hug you.

“Hey Beck! Good to see you” you were genuinely happy to meet her. 

You’d see her every time you came to visit, and the two of you quickly struck up a friendship.

“I heard about Saul, I’m so sorry.” she grimaced, pulling her eyebrows together.

“Yeah, thanks, it’s ok. I’m just clearing out the house now” you mirrored her expression.

“I just got into town for the holidays actually, Do you maybe wanna go out? Catch up a little.” 

“You know what? Sure, I need to get out of that house” You agreed happily. Finally you had something to look forward to.

That night you stood in front of the mirror, applying your lipstick and pushing your breasts together in your top. You tossed your hair from side to side, mindlessly asking yourself if Frank would find you pretty like this. 

Doesn't fucking matter. Does it? 

Anger began to bubble inside of you at the thought of him. He made his choice and it was probably for the best. Whatever was pushing him away repeatedly must be a good enough reason. 

You wished you knew, maybe it would help you stay away from him out of your own volition. 

*******

The place was packed. Being one of three bars in a 20 mile radius it enjoyed quite a crowd, on Fridays in particular. The air was heavy with the smell of beer and smoke and you took your jacket off as soon as you were escorted to your table by the hostess.

After a brief conversation Rebecca ran into some more friends, leaving you to nurse your second drink alone while she entertained them. She did introduce you but the conversation went over your head, the music being too loud for you to follow.

Frank's image refused to leave you, as you touched your own lips, tracing the ghost of his fingers. 

By drink number three you pulled out your phone, opening your text chain with Frank. What an infuriating asshole. You riled yourself up, which was much easier in your drunken state.

What a fucking mess. He thinks he knows better than me, that he can make decisions for me… cant fucking decide for himself. He keeps torturing me, probably likes it too. Probably enjoys the desperate look in the fat girl’s eyes. Acting all fucking high and mightly and righteous. Fuck him. 

23:03 Hannah I thought about it again. I dont think I am sorry. I think YOU should be sorry. I think you enjoy torturing me. 

23:06 Frank Are you ok?? Where are you? 

23:06 Hannah Im great. Went out to find someone more age appropriate.

23:06 Frank Thats not funny. Are you drunk? 

23:08 Hannah Why do you do it? Why do you try to kiss me and then act like its all my idea?? Do you know how bad it fucking hurts??

23:08 Frank Where are you?? 

23:09 Frank Hannah??

23:09 Frank ??

23:11 Frank Han im sorry. Where are you??

Frank’s heart sank, guilt flooded him and settled low in his gut. He was making you collateral damage. Each time he was drawn closer to you and pulled away, each time he denied himself, he also denied you, rejected you, inflicted the same pain on you. 

And now you were drunk, god knows where, and with god knows whom. 

He opened his phone to text you again when he saw the instagram logo. Might help.

He scrolled past a few images and then he saw it.  Your delicate hand, nails manicured in black, holding a cocktail glass. The red logo on the napkin gave away your location. 

You returned your phone to your clutch bag and threw the rest of your cocktail back, the sweet tang of it causing bile to rise in your stomach. Need water, or tomorrow's gonna hurt like a bitch. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you had this much, suddenly finding it increasingly hard to walk as you got up and made your way towards the bathroom, wobbling on two left feet and leaning on whatever your hands could find. 

“Hey! What the fuck dude!” The sharp voice was familiar, and you realized you were grabbing a man's shoulder.

“Sorry..sorry” you mumbled as he turned, making the color drain from your face.

Caleb. 

Even in a hundred years you’d remember the face of the person who turned your high school years into hell.  You dared to reject him once, and he made it his life's mission to make you regret it. 

“Would you look at that…heavy Hannah?” He smiled, without a trace of sincerity. "Should have known you'd come looking for me"

You blinked at him, dumbfounded, silenced. You were reminded of how powerless he always made you feel, of that awful nickname that caught on. 

“Aren’t you gonna apologize?” He continued, voice dripping with venom.

“Already did. Leave me alone.” 

“Hey!! Hey!! Come back here Friedman! Let's catch up!” He shouted at you as you desperately attempted to get away, pushing people to the side and squeezing in between them, clawing your way out.

Your eyes caught the back exit sign and you darted towards the glowing light as fast as you could, adrenaline pushing out the alcohol in your veins. It all felt like a nightmare, the ones in which you tried to breathe, but your lungs wouldn't fill with air, tried to run but your legs were stuck in quicksand.  You turned your head back, and for a moment you seemed to have lost him, as you quickly slipped out, closing the door behind you.

Your lungs burned, waves of cold sweat washed over you. You shivered from the cold, realizing your jacket was left behind, attempting to think of a plan that will allow you to slip back inside, grab it, and make a run for it as fast as possible. It was clear to you that Caleb wouldn’t leave you alone. The asshole could never resist the temptation of torturing you. Fucking sadist.

You leaned against the wall, drawing deep breaths of cold air. The sudden noise of the door opening drew your attention but it was already too late as he tightly grabbed your wrist.

You were in no shape to fight or defend yourself against him, but you knew you’d have to try.

“Gocha… lucky you can't run fast, can you?”

“Caleb please leave me alone” you insisted, trying to pull your hand, knowing it's hopeless, you were an easy target and he was nothing if not lazy.

“I’d say you seem a little cold, even with the extra padding” 

“Your fat jokes are super funny. Now go away please”

“Maybe I could warm you up, huh?” 

“It’s still a nope from me, now fuck off” You desperately tried to make your voice more intimidating and determined.

“You're being rude, you should be thanking me, you're lucky I even wanna touch you, most guys probably don't. But I'm feeling generous"

“you're being a creep, do not touch me.” You attempted to pull your hand out of his steely grip

Fear flooded your veins as he loomed closer, constricting your airways and making it harder for you to think and breathe.

He crowded your space, shoving his face into yours. His other palm grabbed your cheeks tightly, squeezing painfully.   “Come on baby, give me a little kiss, that would be a good enough apology for me” 

You could smell his foul breath as he slotted his mouth against yours, shoving his tongue deep into your throat, making your teeth clash.

Your body finally responded, you bit into his tongue and pushed him back as hard as you could, causing him to stumble backwards, finally letting go of your wrist. “Get the fuck off me!!” you shouted, hoping someone could hear you.

Anyone. 

“Fucking bitch!” he spat, blood drizzling from his mouth.

His palm moved fast, the sharp sting flooding the right side of your face, burning your skin. 

Your ear rang so loudly you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps approaching.

“You heard her” the grave voice was filled with more rage than you’ve ever heard.

Frank was an unstoppable force moving towards Caleb at maximum speed, crashing into him, sending him flying against the wall. His arm restraining Caleb in place.

“Fuck off man, let go of me” Caleb whimpered, his voice small and pathetic.

“I’ll let go when you apologize” Frank growled, not moving a muscle.

"So..s...sorry” Caleb squirmed

“Not good enough, fuckface. Try again” 

“I’m sorry Hannah” His voice strained against Frank’s arm pinning him by the throat.

“Atta boy. Now say thank you” 

“Thank you?” Caleb’s features twisted with a question mark.

“Say ‘Thank you for breaking my nose, sir’ ” 

“What?? Whah…what’s that supposed to mean?? why?” Caleb’s eyes filled with terror

“Cause you hit her, and I have decided to spare all other bones in your body” Frank's tone was flat, low and thick like gravel.

“Come on, let’s hear you” His steely eyes pierced through Caleb, cold and unforgiving.

"No man..your'e crazy" Caleb tried to protest

"You have no fucking clue" Frank replied, eerily calm. There was a pause that stretched between the two men, but Frank's eyes remained on Caleb, unflinching.

“Th…thank you..for..” his voice finally shook

The sickening crack sound was followed by a howl of pain. Caleb dropped to the ground, trembling, grabbing his bleeding nose with both hands.

“Come on, let’s go” Frank wrapped his arm over your shoulder, leading you towards his truck.

“You’rer shaking, take my jacket” He removed it, wrapping it around you. The residual heat from his body was so incredibly comforting.

You nodded without saying a word, keeping your eyes down.  You felt yourself sinking deeper into shame, and he didn't have to say anything, you disciplined yourself sternly enough.  Youv'e never felt more like a scalded child in your life. Helpless and irresponsible. Having the grown up clean your mess for you.

So fucking embarrassing. So messy. Drunk texting him, having him save you from the big bad creep. Pathetic.

“Whatever you’re saying to yourself now, stop it” Frank’s deep voice cut your train of thought. 

His heavy hand came to rest on your thigh, the warmth of it seeping through your jeans. 

“I’m sorry…” Your voice shook, tears began to pool in your eyes, the combined weight of every way you have embarrassed yourself was too heavy for you to carry. 

“Nothing you should be sorry about Han, It’s not your fault, none of it.” 

He kept driving in silence , his palm never leaving your leg, seeking constant physical validation that you are in fact ok and within his reach.

When Frank parked the truck the sudden absence of his touch left a cold void, making goosebumps run across your skin. You weren’t sure what you needed more; to crumble and cry yourself to sleep under your blankets or to cling to Frank's body heat and wrap around him like a cold blooded reptile, seeking warmth and comfort. 

“Thanks Frank, I’m sorry for this. I’ll go home now” You muttered, deciding that you have inconvenienced him enough.

“Do you wanna come in?” He asked softly, grabbing your hand.

“Okay” you replied, not finding it in yourself to resist the invitation.

Frank’s home was always minimalist to the point of being spartan. Nothing more than the bare essentials. Always spotless though you couldn’t imagine him cleaning. It fit him perfectly, being surrounded only by things that had a function, a purpose. 

You plopped on the couch with a heavy sigh, still wrapped in his jacket, shivering from the cold.

“Here, drink.” He handed you a glass of water, which you gulped quickly.

“How many did you have?” he asked 

“Three, pretty strong ones.” 

Frank took the empty glass from your hand, refilling it again, and sat himself next to you on the couch.

Your breath was heavy in the silence of the room, when tears began flooding your eyes again and you sniffled. You could sense him looking at you, disappointed no doubt, at the crushing way you managed to embarrass yourself. Your skin itched with the need to hide but your body refused to move. 

“C’mere” He grunted, scooting closer to you. 

A sign of relief left your lungs as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“Seems like all I do is cry on you, I should really stop that” you murmured.

“S’ok Han, You know it's alright with me” He replied, voice muffled by the hug.

His palms ran down your back, sliding beneath the jacket, fingers brushing gently on the sliver of skin at the base of your spine, above your jeans. You fought your need to straddle his hips and press yourself fully against him, acutely aware of the warmth of his fingers on your bare skin.  His face nuzzled into your neck, breathing the scent of your hair, pressing himself against you. For a moment it seemed that he was the one begging for your warmth. 

Frank wished he could tell you. How sorry he was, how badly he wanted to kiss you, how his hands fucking burned with the need to touch you. He knew had no right to you, no right to claim you for himself, it didn’t stop him from wanting to.

Slowly your body went soft and limp in his arms as you began to doze off. He laid you gently on the pillow, covering you with the throw blanket. 

He brushed the hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear, swiping a finger along your earlobe. He wished he could kiss it, draw the velvety skin between his lips and tug gently with his teeth. You'd shudder, goosebumps would run along your side as you'd press closer to him. God, he wished he could. 

The sound of the shower being turned on made you stir awake. You blinked once, twice, before connecting the dots in your mind. 

Your body ached, throat was dry, and limbs were heavy, but a voice in your head spoke loud and clear. Get up.

You obeyed.

You took off Frank's jacket, then your top, your jeans, socks, bra, and panties. The neatly folded pile of clothes was left on the couch as you walked towards the shower.

Steam filled the small room, the spray of water hiding your presence. Your heart slammed in your chest, so violently you could hear it, but a stronger force possessed you now.

You watched him for a moment, standing under the hot stream, eyes closed, he ran his palms on his face, combing his hair back with his fingers. You swallowed the lump in your throat, pushing yourself onward.

Frank’s eyes flickered open, he felt like he was being watched, and it took him a second to realize what exactly he was seeing through the steam. The sight of your naked form made his breath hitch, unsure of what you'll do next.  He barely flinched when you opened the shower door and stepped in silently, your eyes finally connecting.

He was cornered, you left him no choice but to face this head on. 

Brave girl.

You lifted your hands to caress his face, in a silent plea, but he grabbed your wrists. A final pathetic attempt to stop you. He felt weak, desperately holding on to his reserve by the thinnest thread. 

He looked at you with an expression you could not decipher. His dark eyes wide open, jaw clenched, nostrils flared. He seemed angry but he did not speak, did not move. The deafening silence rang in your ears, and you felt yourself breaking under his stare. 

He released your arms slowly, as you gently cupped his face in your palms. He leaned into your touch ever so slightly, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows, wearing a pained expression. The tension inside you boiled, begging to be released, clawing under your skin and rising like bile in your chest. You were ready to confess it all, every last agonizing thought, every dirty fantasy. 

You came closer, tilting your head and ever so gently pressing your lips against Frank's. His muscles tightened under your touch and your heart began to sink, as he did not move. 

This is a mistake, stop it now. His brain screamed, but all he could feel was the touch of your hands, the softness of your mouth on his. It was a balm on his nerves, forcing him into submission in the gentlest of ways. 

He drew a deep breath, allowing himself to finally surrender to you. His arms wrapped around your plush body, fingers digging into your wet skin, pulling you in, reciprocating your miserable kiss. 

You whimpered as the tension rolled over you in waves. He deepened the kiss, his tongue asking permission to taste you. He licked into your mouth, with infinite softness, nothing like the bruising kisses you imagined, he was tender and sweet and patient. His fingers rested on your cheek, guiding your mouth onto his, tracing your lips between kisses. 

He leaned you against the shower wall, pressing his body into yours, and you melted with delight, clinging closer to him, as your touch starved skin finally found relief. His patience spoke of a need to hold back, to protect you from himself, but you wanted to be consumed by him, devoured until there was nothing left. 

Your naked bodies slotted against each other yet you kissed as though you were still clothed, hands gently skimming along the sides, caressing the neck and arms. Exploring carefully into new territory, hiding desperate urgency.

Frank's mouth trailed slow kisses from your jaw, down your neck, until he realized there was no fabric separating you. Hesitantly and carefully his palm cupped your bare breast, his thumb circled the areola until he took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue and causing the sensitive bud to pebble. He muttered a soft “fuck” before moving to your other breast, cupping them both and feeling the weight of them in his hands. “So goddamn pretty” he whispered and kissed his way back to your mouth. 

You allowed your fingers to trail down his torso, skimming the firmness of the body you used to conjure in your mind for years. He felt so big, so real, his imaginary form turning solid. Your lips pressed against the column of his neck, licking greedily at the junction of his jaw and up to his ear, grazing with your teeth just barely, just like you desperately wanted to, a thousand times. 

The weight of his heavy cock on pressed into your hip, and as you rutted against it the friction made him groan, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, grinding himself against you. His thigh slotted between your legs, causing your breath to quicken. You were reminded of all the times you thought about rocking yourself on his thigh until you came.

You dragged your core on him, wet heat emanating from you, each moan you made swallowed by his hungry mouth. “That’s right, rub yourself on me baby” His voice was pure sin, and the words made you clench around nothing. He didn’t even have to touch you, he could talk your pussy into cumming if he damn well pleased.

His grip grew tighter and greedier as his fingers spread across your ass, grinding you against himself harder, each slippery drag of your soaked cunt punctuated by a breathy moan.  The heat rose steady in your belly, spurring you on, pulling you closer towards your release. Your hands rested on his chest, bracing yourself for impact. 

Opposing needs pulled Frank in both directions.The need to protect you, be gentle and careful and reverent. But also the need to ruin you, to watch you come undone, take more than you could give and give more than you could handle, until you were a quivering mess in his arms.

He broke from the kiss to look at you, transfixed with the way your face contorted in pleasure. If he was doing this, surrendering to this, he wanted to see you. The way your chest rose and fell, your brows pulled with concentration, your parted lips emanated those pretty sounds. He wanted to see what he was doing to you. His eyes flicked downwards, to where your slick folds rubbed against him, where his cock was pressed into your soft flesh. 

“Look at me Hannah” he asked, and your eyes fluttered open, heart galloping at the sound of your own name. 

“Shhh..look at me, s’ok baby, your’e so fucking pretty like this” his thumb ran along your bottom lip and slid gently into your mouth, you began sucking greedily, running your velvety tongue on the pad of his finger. He pumped his finger in and out, mesmerized by the way your plush lips wrapped around the thick digit. 

“Are you gonna cum baby? Hm?” He continued, as you quickened your movements, whimpering around his finger, dragging your drenched core on his thigh again and again, searching for more. "Cum for me honey, make a mess on me" he rasped,  brown eyes almost black with lust.  The pressure in your belly tightened, arousal stirring deep within you, rising higher and higher. A series of strangled moans tore from your throat as your thighs pressed around his tightly. Your blood flooded with bliss, bubbling to the tips of your toes in wave after wave of pleasure. 

You searched for his lips once more, tasting him deeper, pushing your tongue into the cavern of his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip. He surrendered willingly as you purred against his lips.

He let you come down from your high before switching off the water. Your eyes flickered open lazily, still drunk with pleasure.

"Come on, let's dry you off" his voice sounded softer than you've ever heard it.

The post orgasm haze faded into a fragile sense of careful hesitancy.  He wrapped a large towel around you, taking your hand and leading you towards his bedroom. 

“I can take the couch” He said with a tint of apology to his voice, as he sat beside you on the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist.

Your eyes flicked to his, looking for disappointment or anger, but you found none.

“Don’t go, please.” you pleaded, reaching for his hand.

You were scared that if you’d let him leave the room the moment would pass, the magic would fade. Afraid that he’d be back to being his strong stoic self, preoccupied with what’s right and proper and dignified.

You scooted closer to him as he ducked his head, kissing your bare shoulder, earning himself an immediate satisfied hum that spurred him to trail kisses all the way up your neck and jaw until reaching your lips. 

"Lay back baby" he rasped, leaning you on the pillows. 

Exhaustion settled in your bones, laying heavy on your lids as they fluttered shut. His coarse palm caressed you gently, lulling you to sleep in moments.

Frank thought he’d be angry at what you did, but he felt lucky, undeserving of your trust and affections. If he was a better man he would have been able to stay away from you altogether. But he wasn’t. And now he probably deserved this, to have a taste of you before he had to deny himself again. After what he knew he put you through he was willing to pay that price. 

*******

You stirred awake suddenly, being pulled from a dream that did not make sense into a brightly lit room. Your neatly folded pile of clothes laid on the pillow next to you. 

It took you a moment to register Frank's presence, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to you, he turned his head a moment later. 

"Mornin' Han" his voice was grave, expression somber. 

"Get dressed, we gotta talk." 

Fin. 

#frank castle #frank castle x female reader #frank castle angst #jon bernthal #jewish representation #jewish reader #x plus size reader #original character

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Master List

Hi, so I've mainly written for the Vampire Diaries, and I am now working on an MCU Bucky Barnes x OFC fic.

See under the cut!

MCU

good heart (faulty machine of a man) - in progress - bucky x ofc, post-endgame, pre-tfatws

Marvel (Netflix)

something (yeah, definitely something) - series - frank x amy from Punisher (2017), (one more part is left, but it kinda abandoned at this point)

Vampire Diaries

Angels and Demons - one shot - demon!bonnie x angel!damon au

Odd One Out - one shot - jealous!Elena, bamon S6 au

Roms-Coms - one shot - valentines day bamon au

drink with a serial killer - one shot - detective!bonnie x serial killer!damon au/ah

blood and bourbon (revamped) - multi-chapter - rockstar!damon x law student!bonnie au/ah, abandoned

blood and bourbon (old) - multi-chapter - rockstar!damon x law student! bonnie au/ah, abandoned (but longer than revamped)

one thing, every day - multi-chapter- damon x ofc, canon-divergent from S7, abandoned

Miscellaneous

not everything is bolts & wires - one shot - missing scene, don x judy from lost in space (2018)

BONUS:

I've written companion pieces for @darwinquark 's fics, so I'll add that here too:

For her fic those kinds of friends:

companion piece for chapter 7

For her fic six mornings after: (@sixmorningsafter)

a steroline wedding - one shot - sma steroline wedding

did she really love me - one shot - sma stefonnie moment

plus-one - one shot - sma bamon at a wedding

a belvafore drabble of sorts - one shot - sma quad babysit

a sma!kol x sma!damon headcanon

#cassandra writes #the vampire diaries #tvd #bonnie bennett #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #caroline forbes #bamon #steroline #mcu #marvel netflix #marvel #frank x amy #frank castle #bucky barnes #bucky x ofc #bucky x oc #bucky barnes x original female character #bucky barnes x reader #fic rec #fanfiction

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Amore Mio [Secret Trope]

Pairing: Frank Castle x Female Reader

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Secret situation 1. Character A is keeping a secret from Character B, until it comes out in a dramatic moment. "Frank has been keeping something from you."

Warnings: No use of Y/N. Female Reader. FLUFF. Based on a wonderful request from @xxdrixx . I hope my Italian is not shit, but I know just a little bit from singing opera and kinda went off what I know from that.

WC: 734

*I never give permission for my fics, manips, or any other original creation I post on this site to be copied, posted elsewhere, translated, or fed into any AI program. The only platform I currently post anything on is Tumblr. Thanks!*

Frank’s phone went flying across the room, landing with a plonk in the armchair.

You looked at him curiously, having just come back from making popcorn in the kitchen.

“What was– ?” you asked

“Picture of a snake. Fuckin scared me.” Frank responded

You rolled your eyes at the thought of the Big Bad Punisher getting spooked at a photo of a snake popping up on whatever app he was on, but you sat beside him and started the movie, the incident soon leaving your mind.

But several more times over the next few months, situations like this would happen. You’d walk into the room and Frank would suddenly get nervous and find an excuse to close his phone quickly.

If it were any other man, you might find it suspicious, but Frank was too loyal and honest for you to ever suspect anything nefarious.

Then came date night. Frank had taken you to an unusually nice restaurant, having even put on a pair of pants that weren’t jeans just to spoil you with a romantic evening.

Except his mind seemed a million miles away and he kept picking up his phone, reading something while muttering to himself, then putting it down suddenly when he noticed you staring.

You were about to ask just what the hell was up, when the waitress came over to take your order.

“Hi, my name is Francesca. I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Can I get you guys started with some drinks?”

Your face lit up hearing her speak, recognizing a familiar accent in her voice.

“Sei Italiana?”

“SÌ!” she responded

You talked for a few minutes, reminiscing in Italian about where you were from. Frank watched the two of you, smile on his face as he knew how much you loved speaking in your first language and meeting people from your home.

The waitress was so excited to connect with you, she even brought you and Frank free dessert at the end of the meal, delicious creme brulee the perfect way to end the evening.

“Wanna take the scenic route home?” he asked, offering his hand out to you

You nodded with a smile, happy to have a date night with Frank that didn’t involve him rushing off halfway through to go deal with ‘business’.

There was a chill in the air as you walked hand in hand along the pier of Hudson River Park.

Frank’s jacket was draped across your shoulders, ever the gentleman keeping you warm when you prioritized your outfit over dressing for comfort and the weather. 

You stopped walking after a while, leaning side by side on a railing and watching the lights of New Jersey sparkle across the water. Frank’s hand was splayed across your lower back, a quiet gesture of affection and protection.

After a few minutes basking in the comfortable silence of each other's presence, Frank finally spoke.

“Amore mio. My love.” he whispered in your ear

Your spine went rigid and goosebumps crawled along your skin. You’d never heard Frank speak Italian before. 

“Hai cambiato la mia vita. You have changed my life.” he continued, voice trembling from nerves “Non riesco a immaginare un futuro senza di te. I cannot imagine a future without you.”

Was this really happening? Had Frank learned your native tongue just to use it for the most romantic proposal ever?

His familiar touch disappeared from your side as he knelt down on one knee beside you, pulling a velvet box from his pocket.

“Vuoi sposarmi? Will you marry me?”

You could feel the tears coming on as his big brown eyes stared up at you, waiting for your answer.

“SÌ” you responded with a shaky voice, too overcome with emotion to manage much else.

A grin like you’d never seen spread across his face as rose to his feet and kissed you deeply.

After he slid the ring on your finger, you knew you had to ask.

“How long have you been learning Italian, mio caro?”

“Bout six months. Wanted to get it good enough to do this. Maybe we can do our vows in Italian too?” Frank responded sheepishly, pulling out his phone and tapping the icon with the green owl to show you just how much he’d progressed on his own.

Now you understood what he had been hiding on his phone from you.

“Perfetto. Perfect.” you said, kissing him once more 

#frank castle x reader #frank castle #the punisher #trope de sept #nmcu #jon bernthal

[dino-fart]

Escapism

Summary | Introduction | Akasha | Bo-Katan | Clea | Defender Strange | Din Djarin | Frank Castle | Jack Daniels | Joel Miller | Miguel O’Hara | Namor | Oberyn Martell | Sherlock Holmes | Shuri | Sinister Strange | Stephen Strange | Strange Supreme | Supreme Strange | Thor | Tony Stark | Valkyrie | Final Decision 

Pairing: Multi Character x Female Reader

Genre: Drama, SMUT, Romance

Summary: You find yourself at a club called the Red Room. Your partner dumped you last night and your heart is shattered by it. You hope the club can provide you some escape, someone to take home and help you forget about what happened. One of the promoters picked up on this and takes you to magical place that let’s you choose whoever you want to spend the night with regardless of them not existing in your reality. Maybe by the end of your sexcapades you’ll end up finding someone new to love.

Inspired By: Escapism by Raye and 070 Shake

Tagging: @deepbatched, @vikingqueen28, @leonkennedyslefthand, @stewardofningishzida, @icytrickster17, @onlinecemetery, @marki-moo0, @absolute-not-original, @creamecafe, @scrubb, @nightingal3-tales, @alliethedaydreamer, @strangesthirdeye, @alexa-33, @zombiedixon89, @sunnsettee, @deliciousfestsalad, @kiaradaniell, @freyafriggafrey, @criticalroleobssedperson, @avengersfan25, @lunamoonbby, @androgynouspersonapricotfan, @foxcantswim, @namorkawaiiwife, @starkiller-queen, @kyuupidwrites, @luciamajer, @renatas10, @ayamenimthiriel, @gaiagurl05, @dipsylou, @pinkthick, @hansai, @andywinter16, @iambored24601, @3-cheese-tortellini, @cumbrbatchbenedict​

Author’s Note: Please message, inbox or reply to this post if you want me to add more characters! I will be doing polls every now and then. Also this is my pitch for clubs to have a fantasy room, golden idea, will sell like hotcakes because I’ll be the only customer XD

#akasha x reader #clea strange x reader #defender strange x reader #din djarin x reader #jack daniels x reader #joel miller x reader #kang x reader #namor x reader #sherlock x reader #shuri x reader #sinister strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #strange supreme x reader #supreme strange x reader #thor x reader #tony stark x reader #valkryie x reader #frank castle x reader #oberyn martel x reader

[amhrosina]

Two Ghosts Series Masterlist

Pairing: Frank Castle x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature

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Premise: Lucia has never been the violent type. Gentle, kind, and caring, she's always been the kind of person people flock towards. This can certainly be said about Frank Castle, who is drawn to Lucia's gentle nature as he falls in love with her. But when tragedy strikes and Frank meets his end in the violent world of the Punisher, Lucia must come to terms with her anger and grief over the man that she loves and misses dearly. Told between two alternating storylines, one past and one present, Lucia must choose between being haunted by the ghosts of Frank's past, or avenging Frank and being haunted by the ghost of her former self.

Series Warnings (to be updated as series progresses): descriptive violence, torture, references to death, references to past child abuse (not explicitly described), description of panic attack, themes of loss/grief/rage, it's rough for OC in Storyline A

Prologue - When You're Lost in the Darkness

Ch. 1A - Chemtrails

Ch. 1B - Always an Angel

Ch. 2A - Coming Soon

Ch. 2B - Coming Soon

Ch. 3A - Coming Soon

Ch. 3B - Coming Soon

Ch. 4A - Coming Soon

Ch. 4B - Coming Soon

Ch. 5A - Coming Soon

Ch. 5B - Coming Soon

Ch. 6A - Coming Soon

Ch. 6B - Coming Soon

Epilogue - Coming Soon

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The Other Evans Girl [Part Fourteen]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character, Sirius Black x Daisy Evans, James Potter x Lily Evans

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Jasper Thicknesse, Barty Crouch Jr, Mulciber, Walden McNair

Word Count: 3674

Rating: Teen

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many, but it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sisters as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Marauder’s Era, Teenage Angst, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Crying, Loss of Virginity, First Wizarding War, Love, Kissing, Teenagers, James Potter is a bit of a dick, Hogsmeade, 1970s, Fighting, Loss of Parents, Grief, Babies, Injuries, Gore, Harm, Christmas,  The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring // Daisy's Necklace

Notes: Okay so I’ve been working on updating this and I’ve finally gone through all the chapters already written before I start writing more. It’s changed a lot so I’ve decided it’s just better to completely re-upload it.  

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‘Don’t forget your present,’ Daisy said as she handed a small bundle wrapped in brown paper to her sister. ‘Thanks,’ Lily smiled, ‘yours is on my chest of drawers.’ ‘I know,’ Daisy smiled smugly. ‘I should’ve guessed you already clocked it,’ Lily said, rolling her eyes. They were standing on the platform in Hogsmeade surrounded by dozens of students laden with belongings as they all headed home for the holidays. Daisy was the only one without a mass of stuff though given the coldness of the morning and the snow that dusted the entire trail from the castle to the station was weighed down by layers. As she heard the conductor call for them to board Daisy looked down the platform and eyed the people clambering onto the docked train before looking at her sister who was sorting out her cat, Clara, out in its cage. When she finally looked up, pushing her long red locks out of her face, she found her twin watching her sadly and sighed.

‘I can’t believe you can’t come home,’ she sighed making Daisy’s frown grow deeper. ‘I know Lil but I can’t exactly go against Madam Pomfrey,’ she said, ‘I mean she’s one step behind McGonagall on the scary scale here.’ ‘I know, I know, and I’m probably just being selfish because I don’t want to be with Tuney and Vernon,’ she sighed. ‘You know you could’ve stayed with me,’ she reasoned. ‘And have mum flip about both of us not being home? No thank you,’ she giggled. ‘That’s a valid point,’ Daisy said. Behind them, the steam engine whistled beckoning the last few stragglers forward. ‘I should go,’ Lily said. Daisy nodded and opened her arms for her sister to hug her. Lily leaned in and embraced her twin tightly and then pulled away with a sad smile. ‘Bye Lilypad,’ Daisy smiled. ‘Bye yourself Daisychain,’ Lily replied rolling her eyes though a giggle escaped.

Lily grabbed her suitcase, bag and cat cage and turned around to get on the train. Daisy watched as she climbed inside just in time for the train to whistle one last time and then pull away from the station, waving even though Lily couldn’t see her.

And so, with her sister safely headed back home she around and headed back to the castle sighing as she realised that she’d be alone with her own thoughts for return journey. Over the past week, she had been through a range of emotions. She had felt guilty over bailing on Christmas with her parents but relieved she didn’t have to put up with her oldest sister. She felt curious about what was going on between her best friend and her boyfriend. When she had tactfully enquired about their current relationship status Marlene had insisted everything was fine between her and the dark-haired boy but Daisy didn’t believe her. Not that she had any reason but a gut feeling not to given that the boys hadn’t got a clue over what had or hadn’t occurred and she didn’t dare approach Sirius about it in case he wondered why she was prying.

But all those feelings aside she was mostly confused about her feelings for Sirius. Sure she liked him as a friend but over the past week she wondered if it might have been more. Of course she could understand why she might find him alluring, most girls did, given that he was suave and exciting not to mention easy on the eye. But then there were reasons she didn’t, things that were alright for a friend but not something you wanted in a potential love match like how distant he could be at times or the fact she could never really weigh up what he was thinking. Not to mention his dating prowess was well known around the school and hers was no match.

Over the last week all she had done was agonise over it, every thought triggering another one that only made her more confused an anxious. In fact, as she entered the courtyard she realised that it had travelled with her the entire way back up to the castle. It was the only thing on her mind as she spotted Sirius standing by the front door as if he had been waiting for her. It made butterflies flutter in her stomach but as she

‘Hey,’ he said as she got a couple paces away.

‘Hey,’ she replied with a smile. ‘Lily get off alright?’ he asked. ‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘didn’t you see the boys off?’ ‘Nah, they’re alright we said goodbye this morning,’ he said, leading her towards the great hall that was all set up for dinner. Once again Daisy felt her conflicting feelings arise and before she could stop herself she asked, ‘didn’t you see Marlene off?’

Sirius glanced at her before looking away quickly before he muttered, ‘oh, uh, no. I guess she went early.’ ‘Right,’ Daisy said as they both sat down at the table. He didn’t look at her, too busy loading his plate up with food but Daisy couldn’t help but stare at him, more questions she couldn’t ask on her mind. She hadn’t seen Marlene this morning, given that some magical families opted to have their children come home via a different route but surely her boyfriend would’ve seen her, right?

‘So,’ Sirius said as he started piling steak and kidney pie on his plate in mounds. That was one thing Daisy hadn’t gotten used to in the weeks of being friends with the marauders, how much boys could eat. ‘So?’ she asked. ‘What are your plans for the day?’ he said, through a mouthful of bread roll. ‘Absolutely naff all,’ she said, ‘you?’ ‘Well, I think I may have a good idea but it’s no fun alone,’ he said, a smirk playing on his lips. ‘That sounds like an invitation,’ she said with a grin. ‘Oh it is, are you in?’ he asked. Daisy paused. She should probably say no. After all the smirk on his face was doing nothing to erase the feelings bubbling within her in fact they were probably stoking the flames destined to cause more confusion and upset if she stayed around him. But what else was she supposed to do? He was her friend and she wasn’t even sure she liked him like that anyway. And it wasn’t as though she could spend the next two weeks avoiding him. So, for her own sanity she made an executive decision not to dwell on it. She could think about everything after Christmas.

‘I wouldn’t spend my Saturday anywhere else,’ Daisy smiled.

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‘What part of no strenuous activities don’t you understand?’ Daisy said between pants. ‘Dais, how is this strenuous?’ Sirius asked. ‘How are 4000 stairs strenuous?!’ ‘Don’t exaggerate it’s 3999 at most,’ Sirius chuckled as they finally reached the end of their climb, Daisy collapsing with exhaustion onto a bench the moment she got on solid ground. When Sirius had suggested heading to the astronomy tower she wondered what fun they could possibly have up there but he had assured her he had a good idea and so she had agreed, rather naively, only remembering Madam Pomfrey’s rules of little exertion until she was halfway up the tower stairs and already exhausted.

As she took a moment to catch her breath Sirius wandered towards embrasures and stared out into the grounds which were white with powdery snow. Daisy watched him enviously. Being on the Quidditch team meant he was quite athletic and Daisy was well not out of shape but definitely less physically fit though she reasoned that could be from her still healing wounds. He seemed to notice she hadn’t joined him, or rather she’d gone eerily quiet and so he turned, smiling at her and beckoning her to come and join in. Taking a deep breath Daisy got up from her resting place and wandered over.

And just as she’d got her breath back it was knocked out of her. The view was stunning. Having only been up here at night to watch the stars Daisy had never noticed just how much could be seen from up in the tower but now she could see everything. All of the grounds were visible from the green houses and courtyards all the way down to Hagrid’s cabin and the whomping willow. She could even see the entire lake before it descended into deep green forestry and snow-covered mountains. It was breathtaking, especially covered in snow.

‘Sirius this is amazing,’ she said, finding him watching her when she finally peeled her eyes away from the view. ‘You like it?’ he asked. ‘Of course!’ she said. ‘I thought you might,’ he smiled, ‘but this isn’t the whole plan you know.’ ‘No?’ she asked. ‘What do you take me for? This is low level,’ he said pulling out his wand. With a flick of his wrist, Sirius pulled a big blob of snow from nowhere. Daisy looked at him puzzled.

‘What are you doing?’ she said. ‘The first one to hit the greenhouses wins,’ he said. ‘Won’t they break?’ she said nervously. ‘Alright...chicken,’ he said smugly. Daisy’s eyes narrowed as she pulled out her wand and summoned a snowball quicker than lightning and launched it towards the greenhouses. ‘Pathetic,’ Sirius chuckled immediately following suit. ‘Oh you’re going down Black,’ she said.

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Sirius was snug. Though his bed at home was high end from the mattress to the Egyptian cotton sheets it didn’t beat his bed in the dorm. Knowing he was miles away from whatever his parents were doing was enough for him to feel safe and secure even if the blankets did itch a bit. And given that it wasn’t term time he was making the most of sleeping in. For now.

Sirius felt a thump on his bed and movement around his sleeping form causing his eyes to fly open which is how he came to find Daisy standing on his bed jumping up and down around him.

‘It’s Christmas!’ she cheered in a sing-song voice. ‘What time is it?’ he said with a yaw.

‘Seven,’ Daisy said. She’d stopped bouncing now but stayed stood above him.

‘Bloody hell Dais,’ he grumbled, placing his arm over his face to stop the low winters sun from stinging his eyes.

‘Oh come on it’s not that early! Besides aren’t you excited to open your presents?’ she said nudging him with her foot as though she was going to kick him out of bed.

‘I’d be happy to have a couple more hours kip,’ he grumbled.

‘Well that’s just not going to happen,’ she chuckled, returning to the bouncing assault she’d originally woke him with. Sirius allowed her to do for a moment before he launched himself up in bed, grabbing behind the backs of her knees and yanking until she toppled over, hitting his mattress bottom first with a thunk.

‘Spoil sport!’ she grumbled, shoving him in the arm.

‘Serves you right for waking me up so early,’ he smirked. ‘I was joking before,’ she said, ‘it’s just gone ten.’ ‘Exactly my point,’ he said rubbing his eyes as Daisy rolled hers. As he came around she got herself situated on the end of his bed, before handing him a stack of presents he hadn’t noticed due to the commotion, an excited look on her face as she said, ‘I don’t know how you can sleep when there are presents to open.’ ‘I know my family,’ he muttered as she threw a neatly wrapped parcel at him.

They both started tearing at wrapping paper and inspecting the pile of presents from various family and friends. As expected Sirius’ gifts from his family were things he’d never use including a set of nauseatingly green dress robes and a book about ‘useful dark magic’ which he immediately threw on the floor still in the wrappings. It wasn’t a complete bust though. He got some sweets off Peter and a couple of books off Remus which seemed interesting even though he only had chance to skim the covers. But his favourite present was the one James had gotten him, the exact pair of sunglasses and leather jacket they had seen when they had been shopping in muggle London last summer. He adored them.

Daisy however enjoyed everything that she had received. Marlene and Alice had bought her a bottle of perfume and the boys ad gotten her some sweets. Lily had gotten her a lovely mini skirt and cardigan, both of which had Petunia’s name tacked onto the gift tag, something Daisy suspected her oldest sister had not idea about. But her best present was a record player from her parents along with a couple of LPs that she had listened to over the summer. She adored it but immediately felt guilty that they hadn’t been there to see her open it. As she ran a hand over it once more Sirius looked up, offering a low whistle when he saw the gift. 

‘That’s pretty swanky,’ he said running his long nimble fingers across the top. ‘I know! I mean I mentioned it over summer because I was sick of using Petunia’s old one,’ she said, thinking of how her parents must’ve been so sick of her moaning, ‘but I never thought they would get me one.’ ‘Lucky you,’ he said, his smile dimming for a second, a sadness behind his eyes that Daisy couldn’t help but notice but she pretended not to and instead changed the subject, ‘so, did you get anything good?’ ‘Yeah, some good stuff off the lads,’ he shrugged, showing her his spoils laid out on his lap. ‘Ooh those sunglasses are nice,’ she said picking them up and slipping them on. She modelled them exaggeratedly with a pout. Sirius chuckled. ‘How am I gonna wear them now knowing they look better on you?’ he chuckled. ‘It’s a curse you’ll have to bear,’ she giggled.

As Daisy handed them back they fell quiet for a moment before she gasped and said, ‘oh, I almost forgot!’ Before pulling another parcel from behind her and offering it up Sirius who took it with a small smile. He took it from her, eying the neatly written tag.

‘To Sirius,

Merry Christmas. Hope you like it!

Dais’

Without hesitation he tore the paper away, chucking it behind him on his bed before unfolding the neatly folded piece of material he now had in his hand to find that it was a t-shirt with the picture of the muggle band KISS emblazoned on the front.

‘I thought you might like it,’ Daisy said nervously making him look up at her, ‘and I know your parents won’t.’ ‘I love it,’ he said with a smile, ‘and you’re right. They won’t.’ ‘Well, that’s always a bonus,’ she chuckled. Sirius nodded and then, realising she was still empty handed leaned over to his bedside table and pulled out another small package from the drawer before thrusting it her way. Daisy took it with a chuckle.

‘Thanks,’ she said, her attention going to the hastily wrapped present in front of her. ‘I didn’t have it put with your others because I didn’t know if, well, never mind,’ he said suddenly a fluster not that she seemed to notice as her attention was on the sleek long box in her hand. Daisy opened it slowly and found delicate chain laying inside, a small flower shaped pendant at the end of it, a daisy.  

‘Sirius it’s gorgeous!’ she said, pulling it out of the box holding it up to the light to inspect it. ‘You like it?’ he said almost disbelievingly. ‘I love it, help me put it on,’ she said, turning herself around in the bed and holding it out behind her so he could have it. Sirius took it from her obediently, finding the small clasp infuriatingly tricky to undo, though she waited patiently until finally he draped it out around her neck and clicked it closed, trying to ignore how warm and soft her skin was his fingers. The minute it was secured he dropped his hand, allowing her to drop her blonde locks from where she had been holding them. When she turned around she pulled at it showing him how well it fit. Sirius smiled, ‘looks good.’ ‘Doesn’t it!’ she said, unable to stop smiling, ‘oh Sirius I really love it.’

And before he could reply or brush her off, the heat mounting in his cheeks at her gushing, she leaned over and hugged him without warning. He was taken aback at first but after a moment or so he relaxed into it, allowing her coconut-scented hair to fill up his nose before she pulled away, watching him with a smile.

‘I should probably go and get changed,’ Daisy sighed, looking down at her flannel pyjamas glumly. ‘You mean that’s not what you’re wearing to Christmas dinner?’ he asked. ‘Oh shut it,’ she said clambering off the bed and grabbing her presents though she hesitated at the record player. Sirius looked at it but Daisy shrugged, ‘it’s a bit heavy. Besides you can’t come to my room, how are we gonna listen to them together?’

And before he could contradict her Daisy flounced out of the room and back towards her dorm. Sirius flopped back on his bed with a smile. Turns out Christmas at Hogwarts wasn’t so back.

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As all Christmas Days do, this one passed quickly. After they got ready Sirius and Daisy met in the common room and headed down for breakfast. Given that the castle was almost empty it was a quiet affair though Daisy suspected that was less to do with the amount of people who had stayed behind and more to do with the fact that those who had were no longer under obligation to peel themselves out of bed at the crack of dawn given it was a holiday. So, once she and Sirius were fed it wasn’t long before they were back upstairs playing a couple of rounds of exploding snap with some first years who’d been forced to stay behind too. Dinner was more a bit lively with the meal turning into general chatter before a game of charades broke out though given the amount of sherry the teachers had put away that started to devolve into a heated debate quicker than ever and so Daisy decided it was probably best to retreat back to the tower, pulling Sirius with her much to his chagrin.

Once upstairs though Daisy decided she didn’t want to risk spending time with the first years and so headed up to the boys dormitory, immediately setting up her record player the moment she got inside on the floor by Sirius’ bed whilst he grabbed a couple of pillows and set them down for them to sit on.

As she fiddled with it he sat down, resting back against the bed as he waited for the music to begin. Eventually a soft rock tune started to come from the box and for a moment Sirius felt like he was home. If he was at home this would be exactly what he was doing anyway. Whilst his parents hosted their annual Christmas party with his extended family he’d be holed away in his room, listening to music and pretending he was at Hogwarts. He loved his record player. It was the only thing in his room that felt truly his whether that was because he’d bought it with his own money or because it always managed to transport him somewhere other than that god awful house he didn’t know. Not to mention it had the added perk of annoying his mother to no end, with her threatening to burn the ‘wretched muggle contraption’ any time he used it though she was easily drowned out by turning it up even louder. The only downside of that was he had to put a permanent sticking charm on the bottom so she couldn’t chuck it when he was at school.

Still as Daisy sat back beside him throwing him a soft smile he couldn’t help but think that this was better than home. That even if it wasn’t his own record player they were using, the one that meant so much to him, listening to one with a friend was more enjoyable.

‘What’s this?’ he asked, finally paying attention to the tune only to find it unfamiliar. ‘Queen,’ she said, showing him the album cover. ‘I think I’ve heard of them,’ he said taking it out of her hands so he could look at it. It was just a logo nothing more but he was sure he’d heard them before, his penchant for rock leading him to listen to them a couple of times. ‘They’re really good,’ she said, ‘he’s got such a good voice.’ ‘Yeah,’ Sirius said listening to the singer as he tried to recall the previous songs he’d heard. As he thought about it he rested back, closing his eyes as if that would help him listen better, allowing the music to echo through the dormitory. Daisy followed suit, the pair of them listening with their eyes closed, enjoying the song.

As the music changed over Sirius opened his eyes and watched Daisy. She still had hers closed but she must’ve known this one as she was mouthing the words to herself though she must’ve sensed him looking at her eyes opened somewhere in the chorus, catching him watching her with a smirk on his face.

‘What?’ she smiled, determined not to feel embarrassed at being caught singing along. ‘Nothing,’ he murmured, ‘you just looked happy there.’ ‘I am,’ she said honestly. Sirius smiled. As the next song faded in, melodic and slow, Daisy leant down and rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes once more. Sirius glanced at her and then allowed his head to rest on top of hers as he listened with her. ‘Me too,’ he whispered.

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Because We Are Made of Dreams (V)

Chapter 5 : The First Prank of the Year

Hi everyone! Here is a new chapter for this series!

I hope you like it!

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Pairings: Sirius Black x Original Female Character + Jily

Warnings for this chapter: None! Just cute and… nothing particular, really, just setting things into motion.

Warnings for the series: graphic depictions of violence and torture, graphic depiction and mentions of child abuse, mature themes.

Summary: The Marauders come back to Hogwarts to begin their sixth year there, and many things will change for them during these coming months. Outside the safety of their school, the world is growing darker. Inside the Castle, they'll find both new friends and enemies.

Word Count: 3838

Masterlist for the series – Sirius Black’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

Monday appeared in the blink of an eye, and with it the announcement for the new players of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Both Marlene and Clara were overexcited and nearing panic as they entered the Great Hall for breakfast that morning, looking for James and Sirius. They had tried to convince Dorcas to talk, but even if Marlene’s sweet pleas had almost broken the girl’s will, she refused to tell them anything, making her friends wait until Monday morning, like the rest of their House.

That morning, though, the Gryffindor girls couldn’t talk about anything but Quidditch as they impatiently waited for the Marauders to arrive in the Great Hall.

"I just hope they've taken a decision," Clara said to Marlene in a sigh, biting her bottom lip.

She looked at the food splayed before her on the table, but couldn’t find any appetite, her stomach too painful for that. Her friend didn’t touch her food either, her eyes fixed on the door, impatiently waiting for the Quidditch captain to arrive.

Across the hall, many of the Slytherin students laughed loudly, drawing the attention of the entire Hall towards them.

"Why are they all so happy? It's not normal," said Alice, mumbling as she watched Lestrange and Bellatrix double with laughter.

Frank sat next to her, kissing her forehead.

"No idea. But it can't be anything good for us," he answered, covering his toast with strawberry jam.

At the Ravenclaw table, Liam waved at Lily as he sat down next to his friends, and she replied shyly, blushing but smiling, right when the Gryffindor boys finally entered the Great Hall.

And James felt sick at the sight of Lily’s simple wave, at the sight of this smile on her lips that wasn’t meant for him… and yet… Yet he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked as she blushed, with this adorable shyness about her, pushing back a strand of her red hair behind her ear…

He had to remind himself of his own decision. After all, her shy smile wasn’t meant for him, and her adorable wave was aimed to another man, and her cheeks were coloured because of someone else’s presence…

Lily belonged to the past. She belonged to the past…

The Marauders sat next to the Gryffindor girls, and Marlene and Clara apprehensively looked at them.

"Hey boys! How are you?" Alice greeted the four teenagers merrily.

"Fine!" answered Remus.

Sirius and James laughed as they noticed the two girls’ anxious expressions.

"I guess we shouldn't keep the suspense going on all day, should we?" joked Sirius.

"No, you shouldn't!" answered Clara.

Marlene nodded as Clara was biting her lower lip again.

"So?" Marlene encouraged them.

James grinned.

"Congratulations, girls! You are officially part of the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"

The girls squealed with excitement and high-fived each other.

"That's wonderful!" Lily congratulated them.

"There was no suspense really, you were the best," added Alice.

“We did it! We did it!” Marlene grinned, giggling in her excitement.

Dorcas decided to appear right at that moment behind her, chuckling fondly at her friend’s reaction.

“Ha… James told you the news, I guess. Congratulations!”

Marlene turned around, and before Dorcas could react, she had jumped to her feet and was hugging her.

“I did it! We’re going to play together!”

“Yes, I know… And I’m going to give you a hard time, I’m warning you,” Dorcas chuckled, but she sounded a little shy all the same, which was quite unusual for her. “I will not settle for less than perfection when it comes to my Quidditch teammates.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be brilliant,” Marlene gave the girl a wink before sitting down again, and she was the only one to miss the dreamy smile that formed on Dorcas’s features as she walked a little further down the table to sit next to Frank.

As the Gryffindors were celebrating, Evan Rosier approached the table. The captain of the Slytherin team had a cruel smile on his lips, he looked too pleased with himself too. With his face twisted with malice this way, he looked like a vulture approaching a prey.

"So, you finally have a complete team, Potter?" he asked James bluntly.

The Gryffindors all went silent, the air filled with silence and tension all of a sudden. There was suddenly an expectancy, an omen that something terrible was about to happen. But no one showed any sign of this acknowledgement.

"Of course. I guess yours is ready too," James replied calmly.

His voice was as cold as ice and his tone cautious, but he was making it clear that he didn't fear Rosier at all. Still, such a cold tone on his voice was unusual and rather unsettling.

"Ready, indeed. You'll be delighted I'm sure, Black,” Rosier added, turning to Sirius. “Your brother is going to play with us this year."

Sirius clenched his jaw, but his expression was neutral, and his voice low and detached. His calmness and nonchalance were unsettling.

"Really?"

"Yes, he's going to play Beater!"

Sirius's right fist contracted under the table, but to Rosier, he was casual, annoyed at the most.

"Well, I didn't know he could fly. It should be an interesting game, for sure."

"It should be indeed."

The Slytherin captain focused his attention back on James.

"So, who did you take? You know who I have chosen for the only post I had to fill up this year. Surely you will be fair-play, and tell me who your new players are."

James smiled wryly.

"The two girls here, and a fifth-year, called Thomson."

Rosier looked at Clara and Marlene, and burst into laughter.

"Well, you're making the job too easy for us really, Potter! Aren't you afraid they would run away at the last minute? After all, it's a hard sport, and girls can be so fragile!"

He continued to laugh, not even noticing that Marlene and Clara alike were now glowering at him, along with all their friends. Before Sirius or James could answer though, Clara had lost her temper.

She was well aware of what Rosier was doing. He was here to get information about the Quidditch team, for sure, but he was mostly taunting Sirius and James. And especially Sirius, this remark about his brother could hold no other purpose. And she was tired of his petulant little charade already…

"You'd better shut your mouth!"

The Slytherin stopped laughing, and looked at her in dismay.

"And you'd better watch your tone."

"I will use the tone I please with you. Now leave us alone, I've heard enough bullshit for one day."

Rosier propped up an eyebrow.

"Are you aware of who you're talking to?"

"Sure we are," Marlene fought back. "We're talking to a baboon wearing the Slytherin uniform."

"And regarding the specifications needed to enter your house," continued Clara, "it is no wonder that an animal has been mistaken with a student."

"Now leave us alone, would you? Before we have to send you back to your natural habitat ourselves!"

The Slytherin glowered at them, his breathing suddenly quicker.

"You're gonna regret this!"

Sirius and James stood up as one man.

"Are they, really?" asked James, his voice full of threats.

Rosier breathed heavily, but started to walk away.

"It's not over," he added before turning his back to the Gryffindors and heading back to his table.

"What a jerk!" Marlene pestered in dismay.

Sirius and James sat back, still glowering at the Slytherin student.

"I'm not hungry anymore,” James mumbled under his breath. “Let's go to class."

The four boys rose and headed towards the doors without another word to the girls, who stayed behind, still fuming. As soon as the Marauders were alone, James turned towards Sirius.

"What a dickhead! We have to do something! I reckon your brother has entered the Slytherin team..."

"To piss me off! Correct."

"What shall we do then?" asked Peter.

James and Sirius exchanged a glance and a wicked smile. James looked at each one of his friends, before speaking again.

"I guess it's time for the first prank of the year, my friends..."

            The three days that followed were extremely tensed. Everyone in the school noticed the animosity bubbling between Gryffindors and Slytherins, and all dreaded the effects of the confrontation. Although, it would have been lying to claim that there wasn’t a part of excitement mixed with apprehension. Most were waiting for the first prank of the year. It was the main topic of conversation across the school, and the Gryffindor Common Room was no exception.

"They're planning their first big prank of the year, no doubt," said Frank. “I can barely spend any time in the dorm these days.”

He was sitting on the sofa, Alice cuddled in his arms. Lily, Dorcas and Clara had settled on the floor by the fire, while Marlene had claimed the comfortable armchair as her own.

"I just hope they won't do anything too stupid," sighed Lily.

"It's the Marauders, of course they're going to do something stupid!" replied Marlene.

"I'm sick of them getting themselves into trouble…”

"I'm sure they have their reasons," Frank answered, trying to calm down the girl.

"Why can't they just take it, swallow their pride for once, and act like grown-ups?"

"I think it's more complicated than you think, Lils."

She shrugged, annoyed. Now more than ever, after becoming kind of friends with the boys, she didn’t want them to do anything stupid that would only earn them detentions, or worse. After all, she was a prefect. Was it not her role to prevent this kind of behaviour from happening?

James chose this very moment to run down the stairs and stride across the common room, heading for the portrait hole. He nodded to them, but Lily stopped him in his track.

"Where are you going? It's late already."

"I'm starving, I'm heading to the kitchens."

He started to walk towards the Fat Lady again, but Lily stood up quickly, calling after him. She had to keep an eye on this band of monkeys...

"Wait! I'm coming with you."

James froze, raising an eyebrow. It was the first time that Lily Evans wanted to go anywhere with him…

"Really?"

"Yes, I'm hungry too, actually."

James shrugged, ran a hand through his messy dark hair; a gesture that Lily still found quite annoying, but she tried to ignore the way his muscles visibly flexed under his shirt as he did so…

They walked across the corridors in silence, at first. It was late, indeed, and the school was asleep, the air filled with nothing but the murmur of the burning torches, the gentle snores of the portraits, and the echoing footsteps of the two Gryffindors. Under any other circumstances, Lily would have been worried to walk across the Castle so late at night; this activity alone was not allowed, after all, let alone to grab snacks at the kitchens. But by her side, James seemed casual and unbothered by the night bathing the corridors, and when she noticed that he was taking several strange turns, creating an elaborate detour, she visibly relaxed. She was walking with the infamous James Potter, after all. After all the mischief he had shaken the school with for years, surely a walk to the kitchens was nothing special, and he wouldn’t let them get caught.

After a while though, the silence between them grew more and more uncomfortable, and James decided to break it with the first question that popped up in his mind.

"So, have you completed your Potions essay, yet?"

"Yes, I've finished it this morning."

"Is it long?"

"It was quite complicated, and I had to do a lot of research for this one. I would advise you not to start studying for it at the last minute, like you usually do."

Her remark was teasing, and James didn’t fail to notice the humour that tainted her voice, along with the shy smile that tugged at her lips. He grinned.

"I'd better start then."

As silence was settling between them once more, James spoke again.

"Have you ever been to the kitchens before?"

"No, actually. I haven’t."

"You mean… you've never sneaked out at midnight to have a snack? In five entire years?"

"No, never. Should I remind you that you're not supposed to be walking in the corridors so late at night; and you're not supposed to get down to the kitchens either, in fact."

"Why are you going there now then?"

"I told you, I'm hungry."

James wanted to tease her, and say something funny, but he reminded himself of his resolution, and bit his tongue.

"I see," he simply answered.

They finally reached the kitchens, or rather the long corridor leading to its secret entrance. James waited before a painting hung on the wall, as the pear of the painting was turning slowly into a doorknob. He opened the door, revealing the doorway. A house elf quickly appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter. What can Ollie do for you today?"

"Good Evening, Ollie," answered James kindly to the little house elf. "We're starving, could we have a snack, please?"

"Of course, Mr. Potter. Just a minute, Ollie will bring you some cake."

The little creature disappeared again in the kitchen, humming softly in her high-pitched voice.

"She seems to know you quite well," Lily noticed.

"I come here quite often, I have to admit,” James grinned, mischief painted all over his features.

She gave him a disapproving look, but didn’t add anything.

"She's really nice," Lily commented instead.

"Ollie? Yeah, she's an angel, really."

Lily was dying to ask him about his plans against the Slytherins, and she was feeling like she couldn't hold herself back any longer.

"Potter, I wanted to ask you something."

"Go on, then."

"Well, I was wondering..."

But the house elf chose this very moment to reappear. She handed them two pieces of chocolate cake each on a delicate porcelain plate, and spoons so perfectly clean that they were shining brightly in the dim light of the torches.

"Thank you very much, Ollie, it's perfect," Lily complimented her.

"Yes, thank you very much, Ollie," James confirmed.

Ollie looked up at the Gryffindor in bliss, smiling widely, her eyes sparkling.

"Come back whenever you want, Ollie is always glad to help Gryffindor students. They are always very nice to Ollie."

"Don't worry Ollie, with cakes as good as yours, we will come back for sure," answered James, smiling brightly too.

They walked out of the kitchens and sat in a deserted corridor nearby to eat their cakes, as James was apparently too hungry to wait until they had reached the Tower again. The torches were lighting the alcove they sat in with a dim red light, and James couldn't help himself when he marvelled at the glimmers of the flames upon Lily's hair…

He shook himself out of his reverie and took a mouthful of his delicious cake.

"What did you want to talk about?" he asked the girl, his mouth full of food, as he straightened his lopsided glasses upon his nose.

"Well, I was wondering..."

She took a deep breath, before diving.

"What are you planning?"

James narrowed his eyes.

"About what?"

"About the Slytherins. It's obvious that you're planning something, Potter, don't try to deny it. What is it?"

She gave him her prefect glare, the one she gave every student she caught doing something forbidden, and he fought against the smile that was forming on his lips. He loved it, the way it drew a little crease between her eyebrows, the way her lips pouted a little…

"We're not planning anything, Evans."

"Potter, stop lying to me!"

Her cheeks had reddened, and she looked annoyed, almost angry already. He hated it when she was mad at him, though he couldn't deny she looked amazingly beautiful when she was angry. He sighed.

"Nothing serious don't worry. A little prank, that's all."

"Potter, you have to stop acting like a child!"

"I'm not acting like a child."

"Yes, you are! You are going to plan a prank against the Slytherins, who are going to fire back, no doubt, all this because you can't swallow your bloody pride for a minute…"

"It's not about pride, Evans,” James argued, frowning hard. “It's more complicated than you think."

"Why can't you let them talk?"

"Because if we let them talk about this, they will talk about something a thousand times worse next time. They're not going to stop because we ignore them, they will only push us more and more until we can't stomach it all, and then we’ll do something stupid. At least, by attacking first, we have a plan."

"Is it really worth all this animosity? All this tension? Why can't you and the Slytherins make peace for once?"

James stared at her, his brow furrowed.

"There are things they have done, things they have said, that can't be forgiven, Evans."

"Everything can be forgiven."

"No, not everything. Have you forgiven Snape?"

She looked at him, frozen.

"Not yet. It doesn't mean I will never forgive him though."

James shook his head.

"You don't know what they've done, you don't know what they are planning to do. Trust me, let us handle it."

"I'm not going to let you declare open war with the Slytherins!"

James stared at her and his gaze plunged so intensely into hers, it seemed to pierce right through her, reaching her soul. And she hated the fact that she kind of liked it. That she kind of enjoyed the light of the torches reflected in his lopsided spectacles and his brown irises, too…

"We’re already at war, Evans. Don't you read the newspapers?"

She frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"It's not only about what happened today,” James explained, and she could see that he was trying to remain calm, because it wasn’t against her that he was angry. His rage was targeted towards others, but the mere topic was making his blood boil. “They all agree with Voldemort. Can't you see that?"

She didn't say anything, and so he went on.

"Snape finally let it out last year, but he's not the only one to think that way. And he's probably not the worst of the lot either. They're dangerous, and just like their families, they don't hide their support for Voldemort. We can't let them think we don't care. We can't let them think we're not strong enough to rise against them, and fight back. Rosier is an arse, and he acted like a dickhead today with the girls. And Regulus was taken into the Quidditch team only to make Sirius pay, that's all. They're trying to get to him because of what happened during the summer. They're trying to hurt him, and I'm not going to let them. Do you understand?"

“What happened this summer?” she asked, her voice quiet now.

“He ran away from his parents’. And they’re… they’re making him pay for that. For choosing our side, instead of Voldemort’s. I’m not going to let them hurt him, he’s suffered more than enough because of all this mess…”

Lily remained silent for a while, before nodding slowly. She didn’t know about Sirius, and something told her that there was much more to it than what James was mentioning now. Still, it made her feel terribly sad. Besides, she knew he was right about the Slytherins and their beliefs, she had had enough proof over the years, being often the victim of their insults. And James was defending his friend, and she couldn't deny that she would do the same for the Gryffindor girls.

"I think I understand."

She looked down at her knees, looking extremely sad and weary, all of sudden.

"I just wish we could all live together in peace for once. I just wish we could stop all this nonsense."

"I'm sorry, Evans, but I don't think it's going to happen unless we fight back."

She looked up at him, before standing up. He followed her back to the Gryffindor Tower, both wrapped in silence, lost in their own thoughts.

"So, are you going to give me detention for going to the kitchens at night?" James joked as they walked inside their Common Room and its warm atmosphere.

She smiled, stepping on the first step of the girls' staircase.

"Not this time. The cake was too good, it kind of smoothened my mood I think."

James laughed.

"I should give you more chocolate cake then."

"Nice try!" she laughed. “That could work. But then again, you’d get into trouble, eventually. Just to make me happy? That’s hardly worth it.”

James smiled, but there was a sad expression in his hazel eyes.

"I would do anything to make you happy, Lily."

Before she could answer, he had climbed up the boys' staircase, and disappeared.

The next morning, the girls were surprised to find the Marauders up so early. As they sat down next to the boys in the Great Hall, they had almost finished their breakfast already. They stayed with the girls anyway even if they were done eating, chatting casually, but all four girls noticed the discreet glances they were throwing towards the Slytherin table, and they expected the worst...

When the Hall was full, the four boys discreetly took out their wands, hiding under the table. A second later a cry came from the Slytherins, then another, and soon all of them were shouting and jumping from their seats, trying to get as far as possible from their table...

In every plate, cakes and breads were turning into cockroaches, while tea and coffee were transformed into white worms. The students who had been eating choked back insects, spitting them onto the tables, dropping them on the floor with a cry as their toasts were changing into handfuls of insects. Some of them felt sick, all were scared to death and disgusted. The four Marauders laughed loudly with many other students at the sight of the panicked Slytherins.

Through the Hall, Regulus glowered at his brother, but Sirius answered with a wink and a smile full of warnings. If he wanted to fight, then Sirius and his friends were ready. As James finally turned towards Lily, feeling her stare set upon him, he expected her to get mad, to shout at him, to give him detention even. But as he met her eyes, she merely picked up her cup of tea and sipped her hot drink, the ghost of a smile on her lips and a glint he had never seen before burning in her eyes. Mischief was finally making its way to her, and James grinned. She smiled and turned back to her breakfast. And when all the prefects started to rise to calm down the students and the teachers were taking care of the insects, she, like Remus, remained at the table, eating her toast as if nothing was happening.

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[aynsleywalker]

So, usually, my writing is pretty selfish. The plots, the dialogue, everything is kind of written just for me, but I'm feeling a little pumped about this scene so I thought I'd go ahead and share it.

Also, did I reference Pedro characters in a Daredevil fic? I sure did.

I am currently super obsessed with Matt Murdock and Frank Castle, and this is just a little scene with Matt that I'm liking. 😊

Loving the Devil is a Sin

(A scene snippet)

Matt Murdock x Female OOC (Finley Grey)

** Trigger Warnings ⚠️ : Panic Attack, references to past character deaths, self blame, blood, wounds, references to weapons, sorry if I missed something! **

“What happened here, Angel?  This is deep,” he murmured, his hands encircling her waist to help her up onto the table as he tried to keep himself from listening too closely to the way her tac pants slid down to her ankles, baring the length of her muscular, he was certain soft, legs.

“Bullet ricochet,” she muttered, hissing loudly when he pressed a clean cloth over the wound.

His head shot up as his eyes widened at her, his palm unintentionally pressing the white towel a little more firmly against the deep, still bleeding wound.  “You didn’t say something earlier?”

“Of course not,” she scoffed, grasping his wrist lightly to keep him from moving his hand any more.  “Matt you just pointed out earlier that I don’t speak up.  I was going to patch you up first and then hole up in the bathroom to lick my wounds like usual.  This isn’t the first time I’ve been shot, Matthew.”

“Sweetheart…” His eyebrows knitted together as his entire expression crumbled in something akin to agony.

“No!  Matt, not since… I meant before.  I’ve been shot before I came to you for help.  I would have asked you for help for a gunshot wound.”

“This is a gunshot wound!” he pointed out, his pitch rising.

“This is a ricochet wound!” she countered, her own pitch rising defensively in response.

“Finley,” he growled in warning, a sigh following.  “If you want to fight about semantics – “

“I don’t want to fight at all!  I’m sitting on your table with my pants around my ankles when I would much rather have your suit off stitching that gash in your arm, Murdock.  What do you want from me!?  This isn’t what I do, ok?  Every partner I’ve ever had has gotten killed!  I fucking refuse to let you get killed on my watch!”

She shoved his hand away, swallowing the cry of pain as the towel fibers scraped fiercely against the re-opened wound and slipped off the table.  Wrenching her pants up, she fastened the button on her way up the stairs toward the rooftop exit of his apartment, ignoring him calling out for her.

She knew this had been a bad idea from the start.  She should have stuck to her original plan.  Using him for his contacts and his knowledge of Hell’s Kitchen and nothing more, just like she had told him at the start.  Dragging him into the fights, letting him convince her to use his apartment, allowing herself to get to know him… She had given herself the opportunity and she had unintentionally taken it.

She had caught feelings for the Devil and she was going to pay for those sins now.

There was a reason she worked alone.  There was a reason she had never taken another partner.  Every one of them… Marcus, Dave, Jack, Javi…  Every one of them had been killed on missions with her.

Had she gotten them killed?

No.

Maybe.

Could she have saved them?

The Agency handlers said no, but her mind said yes.

She could have found her way back into that Minotaur’s labyrinth of jungle foliage back in Columbia to find Javi.  She could have fought her way back through those soldiers, those gunslingers, those drug runners.  She’d been young, but skilled enough to have found him in time.

She could have found more ammunition somewhere in the hallways, in the darkened rooms of those drug dens in Argentina to re-load to cover Jack instead of the other way around.  Surely somewhere there had been a loose weapon.  Loose ammo.  Jack hadn’t needed to fall back.

She could have lined up and taken those shots faster over Dave’s shoulder.  She had the sniper training.  She was fast.  Faster than she had been that day.

She could have… Marcus. 

Fuck!

Sweet, kind, generous Marcus.

Marcus had given his life to save hers.  There was nothing she could have done to save Marcus.

And now here she was, years after having had a partner for the last time and even though Matt wasn’t technically a partner and he out skilled her on so many levels, her mind had hit that loop, seen those men, remembered those recovery missions and realized this had to end.

She couldn’t work with Matt anymore.

She had fallen so hard so fast for both Matt Murdock and the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, for Daredevil, whatever he was called, and she had to back out of it now.  End their agreement.  Stop asking for his help and keep rolling on her missions alone.  She couldn’t handle losing someone else she cared about – especially not someone this deeply.

The icy air of New York City at 3am in mid-February hit her like a ton of bricks and she let out the sob that was clenched in her chest, rushing out to the edge where she and Matt had watched and listened to the city living beyond them so many times.  She could feel the heat of the fresh blood from her leg gel immediately, gumming her pants right to her skin, just like the other still fresh wounds she hadn’t told him about though he obviously already knew about them.

Fuck what she wouldn’t do to have his sense of hearing right then to find a fucking fist fight out on the streets just to expend the sudden race of adrenaline pumping through her system.  The prickle of it beneath her skin like grasping an electric fence, the sensation muted by the stretch of it through every inch of her. Like the sensation of coming in from being out in the cold too long when sensation began to come back to hands and feet, tiny pins and needles skating through muscle and skin, tightening and stabbing, almost vibrating with life coming back from complete numbness.

Her gaze moved to the brilliance of the electronic billboard across from Matt’s building, forcing herself to focus on it, forcing herself to pick out and count the individual pixels in too bright colors as she desperately tried to rein in the panic rising up in her.  Her throat tightened, and that panic began physically lapping up her throat like individual waves at the edge of a lake, too quick and too shallow but stirring over rocks with enough force to erode them into sand and silt given enough time and strangling the breath right out of her.

The fight for oxygen became more real as those waves became stronger, white caps forming on the lake pushing the waves higher until blackness invaded the edges of her vision and she found herself counting and re-counting the same pixels of light over and over again.

Hands were suddenly grasping her jaw from either side, gently but firmly caging her face and firmly turning her head.  The very last of her breath left in a tiny yelp of surprise before Matt’s eyes registered, mahogany and cinnamon swirling and swimming in her vision as a single word, “Breathe,” filtered into her brain in just the right tone, just the right amount of authority, that her base instincts listened.

Her mouth opened wide, lungs filling on a deep gasp, followed by another, and another as her gaze locked on his steady, unfeeling gaze, his mouth moving, although she couldn’t hear.  Couldn’t register.

A moment, or a dozen, passed as her body re-oxygenated, the panic easing just enough for her to recognize Matt’s voice, recognize his words, the world finally surrounding her again and settling back into place around her with a dull thump.

He was still in the suit, though he'd removed the gloves, his hands somehow still warm where they held her face steady, the pads of his thumbs stroking slow and steady against the fine hairs just above her temples.

“That’s it.  There you go.  Just keep breathing for me, sweetheart.”

#Matt Murdock #Daredevil #fanfic #just having fun #sharing some writing #scene snippet

[ao3feed-fratt]

Marvel-High

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/12rjVxY

by Jrpvbaka

Many different students go to a hero school with hero training outside. Meet our four main characters in 10th grade advanced English, Matt Murdock, Reed Richards, Peter Quill, and Hank McCoy. They go through all sorts of drama and love throughout the story.

Words: 933, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel, X-Men (Movieverse), Fantastic Four

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Peter Quill, Ego the Living Planet, Yondu Udonta, Thor (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Frigga, Hank McCoy, Alex Summers, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Sean Cassidy, Darwin, Reed Richards, Richard Rider, Ben Grimm, Susan Storm (Fantastic Four), Johnny Storm, Matt Murdock, Mike Murdock, Karen Page, Frank Castle, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Original Male Character(s), Loki (Marvel), Hela (Marvel)

Relationships: Matt Murdock/Original Male Character(s), Frank Castle/Matt Murdock, Matt Murdock/Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Hank McCoy/Alex Summers, Reed Richards/Susan Storm (Fantastic Four), Reed Richards/Original Female Character, Peter Quill/Richard Rider, Peter Quill/Thor, Gamora/Peter Quill, Mike Murdock & Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Matt Murdock & Mike Murdock

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Tags Are Hard, First Kiss

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Fratt #FrankMatt

[farfromstrange]

Update:

After watching Antman I completely remixed the plot I had planned out for Act Two of Foreigner’s God. Why? Because I felt the story was getting a bit boring and I wanted to give some of my original characters that are left a time to shine, as well as some of the characters I only introduced briefly.

The plot has become very complex in my head — I’ve been doubting my writing more than usual and especially the way I’ve been writing the chapters for this series have got me less motivated than I used to be at the beginning — and I decided I want to give you more than a half-assed retelling of Season 2, so Frank’s introduction will be different than in the show (fuck canon, I’m gonna do this my way).

And I will try to give Eliza’s character more depth. She needs it. There are plot holes I am trying to fill somehow and kind of make the whole ‘Karen’s there but what is her purpose’ go away because I neglected her. I wrote her in and she kind of never did anything other than I unintentionally made her sound bad, which was not my intention, so I’m going to work on that. It’s hard because I have so many characters and I get the feeling that it’s not working like it should, which therefore means that my updates will take a lot longer since I have to plan out every chapter precisely to make sure the plot doesn’t run away and I can do all the things I just mentioned to give you some quality writing. I’ve never written anything this big and I’m kind of scared.

If you have any thoughts, ideas or whatever else, please feel free to drop them into my ask box! I’ve got some time on my hands while I get on this new chapter and I’m more than happy to answer some asks.

Thank you all for bearing with me.

#matt murdock #daredevil #foreigner's god #matt murdock x oc #matt murdock x female!oc #human disaster matt murdock #matt murdock x original character #matt murdock imagines #matt murdock x ofc #matt murdock smut #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock angst #marvel #foggy nelson #karen page #frank castle

[milkymoon2483]

The Blue Elephant

Push & Pull - Episode 1 Frank Castle X Plus Size Jewish OFC

Series Masterlist | Next Episode

Summary: DBF but dad’s dead. Your’e going back to your small town for your father’s funeral and Shiva. You know you’re about to face family drama but what worries you the most is that you’re going to see HIM.

Disclaimers: 

This episode mentions a 14 year old girl having an UNRECIPROCATED crush on a much older man. HE SEES HER AS A CHILD at this point. 

I’m Jewish (and plus size) but I do not live in the US, so there might be some differences in the way certain things are done and some inaccuracies. My apologies. 

Yes this is self indulgent because I’m feral for this man.

I’m secular and will not be discussing Judaism in length. Will explain some basics though that are mentioned in the story.

Rating: E.18+. MINORS DNI.

Warnings: Teenage crush on a much older man, Mentions of alcoholism, divorce, trauma, plus size reader, insecurities, age gap, violence, sex, food, and probably a bunch of other stuff. This is a little dark. WC: ~3300

Thank you my lovelies. @romanarose @hbc8 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @boysddontcry @imaswellkid

The blue elephant.

Your phone rang in an ungodly hour, waking you up from a dream you had forgotten as soon as you opened your eyes.  8:15 AM. Who dares calling you this early on semester break?! 

"Hello, am I speaking to Hannah Friedman?" 

"Hi, yes, who is this?" You answered, barely recognizing your own voice that was hoarse with sleep.  

"Miss Friedman, my name's Michael Katz, I was your father's attorney. I'm very sorry for your loss. I'm calling regarding his will." 

Confusion flooded you, and for a moment you were sure the man calling had the wrong number.

Suddenly your heart dropped, the true meaning of his words not fully sinking into your skull just yet. 

"Miss Friedman….?" His voice tried to break the long pause. 

"Yeah, I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

"I'm calling regarding your father's will, since he passed away…" 

"Shit. Sorry, I just…I didn't know. Shit. When did it happen?" 

Your father was dead.

Michael Katz, bless his heart, apologized profusely for the terrible way you had to find out. He proceeded to explain everything in great detail, making sure to schedule a meeting with you as soon as you got into town for his funeral. He died in the early hours of the previous evening. Cirrhosis complications after years of excessive drinking, that’s what finally did him in, a part of you was surprised he lasted that long. 54 years old at the time of his death, Saul Friedman was a sick man, and not much of a father to begin with. A recovering alcoholic at the best of times, he rarely called or took much interest in your life, despite living 45 minutes away. 

When you turned twelve things changed for the better, after bumping into you on a trip to a local supermarket with your mom and her new boyfriend, he suddenly felt an urgent need to get sober, and get to know you better. Your mother agreed, she took less convincing than both of you had anticipated. You ended up visiting more, and staying for a few weeks each summer, the community pool around the corner being your main incentive. Your relationship was never able to fully recover, but you both tried your best. You’d often say you loved him but sometimes didn’t really like him. 

Your mother was his second wife, and after three years of marriage and one kid, they divorced, very much non-amicably, leaving a trail of wreckage behind them.  You were thankful that you were just a toddler, too young to truly understand how deeply they've wounded each other clawing their way out of what your mother described to be the ‘worst three years of my goddamn life’.  You'd often wonder, had she not been jewish, would she be saved from the displeasure of ever marrying him in the first place. Your grandparents must have insisted on him having jewish children, and according to Halacha*, their mom had to be one. 

You remembered the last time you visited him, the visit was cut short when you caught him drinking again. “ You don't get to preach me” he lashed out at you,  “You’re a bitch just like your mother”. 

You left abruptly after that, not willing to take more of his crap. At that point you were visiting for him, because you felt obligated to do that. That sense of obligation was gone.

He called to apologize a few weeks later, but the dry conversation left much to be desired. Since then you’ve called and texted occasionally, but you never came to visit again, coming up with various excuses to avoid it. 

Now he was dead.

"At least he knew when to die.." you later told your best friend, Grace. He had the sensibility to pass on right at the beginning of the winter break from college, giving you a good few weeks to deal with it before coming back to school to finish your final year. You could share your appreciation for your fathers morbid timing with Grace, but there was one thing you couldn't. A thought so shameful you smacked it back to where it came from as soon as it surfaced. You refused to acknowledge it, refused to name it, there would be no talking and no thinking of him. Not right now.

It was about as effective as telling yourself not to think about a blue elephant. You kept playing the game of 'whack a mole' with your brain, and kept losing.  Your father was dead, and it took you mere seconds to realize that you’re going to see him.

Summer 2013

You looked at yourself in the water- damaged mirror, it was crooked and filled with specks of rust, large stains of disilvering ate away at your reflection. The one piece purple bathing suit was wet, clinging to your form, accentuating the awkward lumpiness of your chest and belly under the harsh fluorescent lighting. Your mother picked it out with you, from the sale rack in TJmaxx’s women’s department. That miserable shopping trip almost made you cry. Most of them did. Your adolescent body didn't look right, didn't feel right. It was all too much, too round, too full. You’d follow your much smaller mother around the shops, gradually losing hope with every one you passed, settling eventually on another trip to Starbucks. An iced vanilla latte was sure to cheer you up.  You took solace in your sunglasses, rimmed in a bright red thick frame. The ones you nagged your dad into buying you, they made you feel cool. As cool as you could, that is. A piece of 'coolness' that belonged to you. You placed them on your nose with a slight sense of pride, heading out of the bathrooms. 

Your eyes searched for him immediately, finding him lounging on one of the sun-beds. Alone. Walking as inconspicuously as you could, you sat on the bed next to him, pretending not to notice him. You dove head first into your bag, looking for your phone. don’t look at him, don't look at him. Your thoughts raced, desperately hoping that he would be the one to look at you.

You've known Frank for a couple of years, as your dad's friend and neighbor. He would often join you for Shabbat dinner, bringing a bottle of a non- alcoholic beverage or some fruit. He was younger than your dad but you weren't sure by how much.

You’ve always found him hot, it was impossible not to, with his sharp jaw and boyish smile. He was tall and broad and handsome. You nursed your little secret crush on him, getting excited and giddy every time he came to visit, not daring to mention to anyone that you even found this old man so attractive.

This, however, was the first time you’ve seen him shirtless, and your fourteen year-old self could not handle the sight. You gawked at the grown man uncontrollably, your gaze hidden only by your ‘cool’ sunglasses.  The biceps, the pecs, the broadness of his shoulders and the way his torso tapered into his waist. The dip of his spine, the muscles of his back, the way the droplets of water clung to his skin and made it glisten…it all made your brain short- circuit, melt under the fog of hormones.

“Hey kiddo, I like the sunglasses” He suddenly said, in a tone more cheerful than you’d expected.

“Thanks” you muttered. It took your poor brain a few attempts to signal your mouth to smile. You hated it when he called you ‘kiddo’. You wished it would be ‘sweetheart’ or ‘darling' or ‘doll’.

“Can I try them on?” he smirked.

You handed them to him without a word, scrunching your face at the sun. Youv'e learned that it is often better to say nothing rather than risk embarrassing yourself. 

Frank put them on, they looked ridiculous of course, the bright red cat-eye was in sharp juxtaposition to his purely masculine features. He chuckled and pulled on the temple tips behind his ear- bouncing them on his large nose, causing you to giggle. 

"There she is! Don't be so serious all the time, kiddo. Have some fun" he smiled and handed them back to you, the tip of his finger brushing against yours. Never washing my hands again. You decided, as he got up and headed towards the pool. Your eyes followed him as usual, admiring the broadness of him. 

The water was buzzing with activity, and all you could think about is how much you'd love it to be empty. It was far too crowded to swim, but it did allow you to keep staring uninterrupted. 

The friendly game of 'throw the ball as hard as you can and cause the biggest splash' was on. Your dad had your cousin  Jacob on his shoulders, the scrawny nine year old was doing quite a bit of damage, landing a throw so accurate it splashed violently all across Frank's face. 

Frank shook the water off, spotting you in the corner of the pool, and swam right towards you. "Come on Hannah banana, I need your help, let's get em' " he smiled widely, and before you had a chance to respond he dove underneath you. 

The gravity beneath you shifted as he began lifting you up from the water. You yelped loudly and grabbed tightly at the head that popped up between your legs, trying to steady yourself. 

You haven't done this since you were seven, when you were light enough to be held on anyone's shoulders, but Frank lifted you up effortlessly, like you weighed nothing, like it was no trouble at all. 

Your thighs squeezed against his neck and shoulders. The ball somehow landed in your hands but all you could think about were franks palms, gripping your legs tightly, keeping you firmly on him. A heady mixture of emotions stirred in your belly. The fear of falling into the pool, mixed with the exhilaration of Frank's hands on your thighs. You could see his large fingers pressing into your flesh, and it was making your head spin. 

You threw the ball as hard as you could, landing a pretty decent splash on your aunt's face. She laughingly demanded her son 'avenge her'. A few more splashes and Jacob came face to face with you, attempting to push you off Frank's shoulders. The poor kid clearly underestimated your determination, and promptly landed in the water, ass first. Frank cheered you on, patting his large palm on your leg before letting you fall into the pool with a little nudge. You emerged from the water laughing, the adrenaline coursing through your veins so potent you could not stop, giggling almost uncontrollably as it sizzled through you.  "Yeah! We win! suck it!" Frank's arms wrapped around you in a tight hug, your body reciprocated before your mind had a chance to catch up, squishing your cheek against his chest. It was over before you even realized. A quick innocent congratulatory hug, that pressed you against his solid frame that towered over you, sending your already overstimulated brain into a tailspin.

*******

You remembered that day vividly, in detail, every part of your visit to the pool was etched into your mind. It was like a switch flipped, or a wire was plugged in, sometimes you likened it to a detonation of a bomb.  It confused you at first, you were flooded with something so potent that it took you a while to recognize what that was. The tingling sensation between your thighs was familiar, but it was never this intense.  The deep shameful truth was that from that day forward, Frank Castle was responsible for the vast majority of your orgasms, without touching you once. It horrified you at first, especially when you learned that he was 19 years older than you. You were disgusted with yourself, with the thoughts that kept getting increasingly more explicit as you aged. It didn’t matter if you were touching yourself or having sex with someone else. It didn’t matter how it started, it would almost always end with him. His voice, his hands, his face, thinking about him was the sure fire way of making yourself cum. 

You hated yourself for thinking about him right now, on the way to your fathers fucking funeral. It was like a pavlovian response you could not shake. You were equal parts hoping you'd see him and dreading the thought of facing him. It’s been three years since you saw him last, and something changed that day.

Hanukkah 2019

The snow was piling outside, a wintery scene in complete contrast to the heat in your dad's kitchen. You were with your aunt Deborah, Jacob’s mom.  She always loved it when you came to visit, she loved it especially when she got to spend time cooking with you. Being a boy-mom, they never took interest in her cooking. You however loved it, your mother was never much of a cook and this was your chance to learn from a true expert. You were making Sufganiyot* for Hanukkah. The jewish bakery made them well, but Aunt Deborah’s were divine. Something about adding buttermilk to the dough.

When Frank came that day it wasn’t planned. “Deb, are you making the jewish doughnuts again? I can smell it all the way across my yard, you’re killing me” his voice boomed as he entered the house. Your heart skipped. You were in your apron, covered in flour, and very much unprepared to see the man you harbored a weird sexual obsession towards. 

“Come in Frank, they’re still hot” Deborah replied as she met him at the door, and Frank's heavy boots marched straight to the kitchen.

“Oh, hey there Hannah banana” he greeted you fondly, giving you a small wave. 20 years old, and still "Hannah banana"... 

“Hey Frank” you waved back, not taking your eyes off the man. 

He plucked a fresh warm Sufgania off the tray, covered in powdered sugar, with a little dollop of red jam on top. “Mmmm come here baby” he growled and stuffed his face into the soft dough, taking a huge bite, muttering “oh my god” and rolling his eyes back in pleasure. This man will be the death of you.

Frank chewed in delight as you tried not to laugh at him, his nose was covered in powdered sugar and jam. He looked back at you, fully aware of the dire situation of his face. “What? What?? I got something on my face?” he smirked, prompting you to giggle.

“Come here Kiddo, you have to taste this”.

He began to slowly advance towards you, before fully chasing you around the kitchen with the Sufgania in hand. You squealed, ‘trying’ to get away from him and ‘failing’. When he finally caught you and cornered you against the wall, he stuffed the remaining dough in your face. You laughed hysterically while attempting to clean your face from the sugar and jam, wiping a small drop from the corner of your mouth with your thumb, and sucking the finger, looking up at Frank through your lashes. Your eyes met at that exact moment, and for a beat you both got quiet. Too quiet.

His laughter faded into a polite smile almost instantly, as he backed off and walked out of the kitchen. 

He never touched you again after that day. He was not even around for the rest of your visit. You saw him once more, just when you were leaving back to college. Instead of the usual goodbye hug he settled for a wave and a “Bye kiddo”, shortly disappearing back into the house. 

Maybe he saw something in your eyes, something inappropriate that shouldn’t have been there in the first place. Maybe that’s when he realized that every time he touched you was like pouring gasoline into a raging fire. Maybe things could have been different, if only you were older, thinner, sexier…not just Saul’s chubby awkward kid. 

It only took a second, one fucking second for Frank to notice what was right in front of him this whole goddamn time. One look into your soft eyes, One flick of pink tongue on your finger, and it was all clear. The thought traveled so fast from his cock to his brain he barely stopped it in time, running out of that kitchen as fast as humanly possible. You were just a kid, Saul’s kid. It was obviously sick to think about you in any other capacity. 

He remembered the time you all went ice skating, how he held your little hand when you kept stumbling and falling. The time when he took you for your first unofficial driving lesson just before you turned 16, in the empty supermarket parking lot. The time when you called him looking for your dad, he told you he’s probably asleep, and you began crying because you knew what that meant.

Were you looking at him like that the entire time? You had no fucking business looking at him like that. How dare you look at him like that.

*******

You had just a few hours to get ready and make the trip back into your hometown for the funeral the following morning. Knowing how jewish funerals worked you weren't surprised, most are buried within 48 hours of passing. 

Just a 3 hour trip from college, it felt like a different planet. You looked out of the frosted car window as Deborah was driving you both to her house, where the shiva* would be held. The snow fell softly and the storefronts decorated for Christmas gave your small town a charming cozy atmosphere. You could almost forget where you were headed. 

Beth Moses cemetery was eerily foggy, the two dozen people who had gathered for your father’s funeral were murmuring almost silently to each other. 

“You shouldn’t have worn that. And take that lipstick off, this is not a party.” your mother whispered as loudly as she possibly could, not taking into consideration that her voice carried. “Cover yourself up, here take my scarf” , you let her drape the back scarf over you, covering the dark gray sweater dress you were wearing under your coat, the one she deemed inappropriate because it showed some cleavage and clung to your belly a little too much for her liking. 

“Well, thanks for the kriah* I won’t be wearing this again after this week, mother” you replied sarcastically. Even though sarcasm never seemed to work on that woman, she was immune to your snide comments, nothing could penetrate the thick layer of self righteousness she wore like her favorite garment the whole fucking time.

“Hey Han”  Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of the familiar deep voice. He appeared before you almost instantly, mercifully tearing your attention from your mother and her constant disapproval. He leaned in for a polite hug, the scent of his cologne flooding your senses, spicy and crisp. He looked the same, just like you remembered and envisioned thousands of times. Same intense dark eyes, same strong jaw, same boxer's nose that you adored. 

“How have you been?” he asked, his voice quiet and grave.

“Hey Frank, I’m ok, yeah..” you replied, robotically, still a little shocked to see him again. 

"Jackie…" he acknowledged your mother with a nod, before proceeding to greet other members of the family. 

The small crowd surrounded the newly dug grave, muttering “amen” with the rabbi as he read the Kadish*. The vapor from their mouths like a silent choir in the cold.

Sunshine broke briefly through the clouds as Saul Friedman’s casket was lowered into the earth. There was something pathetic about how small it looked, and your heart wrenched at the sight. Debora’s silent tears prompted your own but you sniffled, looking up, not allowing them to escape. “Shalom aba” you mumbled as you placed a small stone on the mound of soil that now covered him…

FIN.

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Halacha - Jewish scripture. According to the rules in order for a person to be considered Jewish their mother needs to be Jewish. (according to Orthodox Judaism) Shiva - “Seven” - a period of seven days after the funeral when the family mourns the death. People often come to visit several times during the shiva. Kriah - “Tearing” - When a next of kin dies, the nuclear family members (parents, children, siblings) have their garments torn, to symbolize mourning. The garment is discarded after the shiva. Sufganiyot - (Singular: Sufganya) - Jewish doughnuts, served on Hanukkah. Traditionally filled with jam and topped with powdered sugar.  Kaddish - A prayer said during the jewish funeral.  Shalom Aba - “Goodbye dad” 

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Three Ferals Walk into a Bar

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by sarcasm_with_a_smile

When Beth noticed the three brothers walk into the bar she worked at, she didn't think her life would change this drastically. With Kingpin on their asses, the Creed-Howlett brothers have to bring their friends together to protect their lives.

 written with my friend who doesn't have AO3

Words: 7042, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Daredevil (TV), The Punisher (TV 2017), X-Men - All Media Types, The Defenders (Marvel TV), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Victor Creed, Logan (X-Men), Original Mutant Character(s) (X-Men), Mobster Kingpin, FitzSimmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Relationships: Matt Murdock/Original Male Character(s), Frank Castle & Matt Murdock, Victor Creed/Logan/Original Female Character(s), Victor Creed & Original Character(s), Logan & Original Character(s), Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons

Additional Tags: Mutants, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, I know it looks like incest, but its not, logan and victor are just dating the same girl, Feral Behavior, Canon-Typical Behavior, Canon-typical language, Original Character-centric, Amnesiac Original Character

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