#frank castle angst
i’ll be alright
summary: Frank comes back. and you missed him. You just try not to let him know that.
warnings: blood, injuries, angst
a/n: cannot get enough of frank castle…….. pls give me a break <3
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Summary - (Y/N) Is a Matt Murdocks 14 year old daughter who is just entering high school and is really struggling. She doesn’t have a regular life having a blind father. He can’t help with homework, Can’t give her a have a ride to school, He can’t see how often her face falls when she lies to him. Of course she has her Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen but (Y/N) feels like to much of a burden until the one and only Frank Castle comes into her life and seems to be more of a father figure then her own father.
“Only for emergencies” - Frank
You have kept this note with you for a long time. After everything that happened last year you weren’t sure if you would ever need it again. Everything has spiraled out of control now. You need some guidance. Your bag is packed and you are near The Punishers last location. You dial the number.
Ring… Ring… Ring… “Kid?” You smile at Franks voice. It almost brings tears to his eyes. “Hey Frank…” You say slowly. You felt like this wasn’t even happening. But the past 48 hours have been nothing but hell. So you hope to god that this is real. “What’s going on kid?” He asks concerned. You haven’t contacted him in a little over a year thanks to Matthew.
“Matthews dead and I need to leave Hells Kitchen…”
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Summary - (Y/N) Is a Matt Murdocks 14 year old daughter who is just entering high school and is really struggling. She doesn’t have a regular life having a blind father. He can’t help with homework, Can’t give her a have a ride to school, He can’t see how often her face falls when she lies to him. Of course she has her Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen but (Y/N) feels like to much of a burden until the one and only Frank Castle comes into her life and seems to be more of a father figure then her own father.
You haven’t left your room in quite some time now. Most of the time you wait for your father to leave for work before doing anything. Occasionally he would come to check on you but it seemed like you were dead to the world.
Foggy would come visit and sit with you and read. That was something he use to do when you were younger. Karen would visit and give you updates on how Frank is doing and that he wonders about you. You would nod and respond to her more then anybody else. You are currently laying in bed ear buds in and eyes closed. You feel the vibrations of your door opening but don’t move. There is a comforting hand rubbing your back. You undo your ear buds and turn around. “Hey Auntie…” You mumble. “Hey Honey… It is time to get ready.” She says in a soft tone with a smile on her face. “Get ready for what?” You ask looking up at her. “We are going to go out and have a little girls day. I think it will be fun.” She says rubbing your shoulder. “I am not taking ‘No’ for an answer. You have been here for a long time and I know you are missing assignments for your online classes.” You let out a huff. “I have been working on them… Just when no one is around.” Karen smiles and nods. “You get a nice outfit and take a good shower and we will head out okay?” She asks and you nod. You get up and look in the mirror seeing your greasy hair and pajamas you haven’t changed out of since that night. Karen walks out to let you get ready. You put your phone on the charger then grab your clothes.
After a good thirty minute shower you come out dressed in a comfortable outfit. “You ready sweetie?” Karen asks and you nod holding your phone close to you. “So I was thinking we could go out for lunch and maybe catch a movie then head back to my apartment.” You give a small smile. “You can spend the night. I talked to Matt and he said it is okay. Only if you want to.” “I want to.” You say as you both exit the apartment. “You still have clothes from the last time you were over so don’t worry about it.” You link arms with Karen as you both travel to her car. Getting in the passenger seat you turn on the radio. “So where do you want to go first? Movie or Lunch?” You pause and say “How about lunch. I don’t really want to go to a movie… If that is okay with you.” You say looking out the window. “Of course honey we can watch a movie at my place.” Karen frowns slightly starting the car. "So where do you want to go for lunch?“ Karen asks and you shrug. Karen sighs and continues to drive. "Would you like to cook instead? We can go to the store and grab something.” She says and you just nod. Karen begins their journey to the store and continues to glance over at you. You can feel her stare and it was annoying but you wouldn’t tell her that. “So how have your online classes been hun?” She asks and you shrug and mumble a small “fine.” Karen pulls up to the grocery store and sighs. “Honey I want to help but I can’t if you won’t talk to me.” She says and you groan. “I don’t want to talk about it Karen. Please just drop it.” You say exiting the car and starting toward the store. Karen was shocked by your response. You have never been snappy with her so whatever happened between seeing you last and now must be very upsetting. She decides to drop the subject and get inside to find you.
Gathering food seemed to be a bit of a hassle since you didn’t have any appetite. You felt like you were in a daze for a long time and suddenly you were in the car again heading to Karen’s apartment. “I’m sorry…” You mumble and Karen looks over. “For what hon?” She asks and you sigh. “I snapped at you. I didn’t mean to it’s just everything is so stressful…” Karen nods. “There is no need to apologize. We all have those days.” Karen gives a small smile as she pulls up to her apartment building. “Come on. We have ice cream that can’t go to waste!” you nod and give a small smile getting out of the car. You help collect the groceries and make the journey up the stairs and to the apartment. Karen fumbles getting the door open and giggles. “Don’t judge me. My hands are full.” You smile some more as the door opens and you both stumble inside. You walk into the small kitchen area and set the groceries down. “Now we have a whole lot of ingredients so what do you want to make?” Karen asks as you are unpacking the groceries. “Can we make (Y/F/F)?” You ask and Karen nods. “Of course! Lets get this party started!” She says throwing the grocery bags into the recycling bin. Karen looks at you as you shuffle your feet. “Honey?” She asks and you look up at her. “Yeah Auntie?” You respond. “You know you can talk to me right?” You nod and go up and hug her. “Everything is just so hard…” You say burying your head into her shoulder. “I know sweetie… Everything will be okay…” You shake your head. “It won’t! I feel like my dad isn’t my dad anymore.” Karen leads you over to her couch. “What do you mean?” She asks looking at you. “It’s like… It’s like I don’t know him anymore… I feel like a burden most of the time.” “Honey you are in no way a burden. You are an absolute angel!” Karen exclaims but you shake your head. “He tells me that as well. He tells me I’m not but he does things that make it seem like I am.” You clench your fists. “He isn’t how I remember him but I get that people change. It is just hard to adjust… All I feel is anger towards him and I hate feeling that way…” You sigh. Karen nods along with what you are saying. “How about we not think of your dad and just have fun.” You nod and stand up heading to the kitchen.
It is later in the evening as you both are watching TV snacking on sweets and other junk foods after dinner. You both are laughing at some weird show when there is a crash from the bedroom. “What was that?” You whisper and Karen looks at you. “I don’t know…” She whispers back. Another crash resonates from there and Karen quickly stands up dragging you with her. She takes you to the hallway closet next to the bathroom. “Stay here okay?” She says opening the door. “What no!” You whisper. “I want to stay wi-” Karen shoves you in before shutting the door. “Call Frank or Matt okay?” She whispers through the door before speeding to her purse in the kitchen. All you hear is her scream and some crashing sound before there was silence. You quickly dial the first number in your contacts which happened to be your fathers. You hold the phone to your ear silently praying that Karen is okay. When he answers you quickly say. “Someone broke into Karen’s place and I don’t know what to do!” You whisper. “What? (Y/N) are you ok-” “I’m fine and I am hiding. I’m just scared dad… I need you. P-Please come here and see if Karen is okay!” You whimper. “Okay (Y/N) stay calm I am right here. I need to get dressed and I will head right over. Stay on the phone okay?” You nod and say a quiet 'Okay’ “I am coming for you okay? I will be there soon just stay quiet.” You nod as tears make there way down your cheek. “Is she going to be ok-” “(Y/N) I know you are scared okay? I know but you need to be quiet. We don’t know if anyone can hear you. I love you so much okay? Just stay quiet I am right here.” He says you sniffle and try to keep your sobs as small as possible. “I see her apartment okay? I am entering now.” He says and you can hear footsteps walking across the apartment when suddenly the door open. You let out a shriek and cover yourself when suddenly you are embraced. “Hey, hey, shh it’s okay I’m here now…” Matt says petting your hair. You look up at him and see that he is in his Daredevil outfit. You feel slightly intimidated.
“Now tell me what happened.” Matt says and you nod trying your best to calm down. T-There was a huge crash in her room and then she told me to hide!“ You say moving from his embrace and look around. You see that there were definite signs of a struggle. "Is she here?! Where is she!” You cry and Matt comes up behind you. “The Hand took her… That is the only possible explanation.” He says tilting his head and listening to the surroundings. “Then we need to go after her!” “ 'We’ are not doing anything! You are staying here!” Matt says. “I-I can’t stay! They could come back here! I am safer with you.” You say firmly. “No you aren’t I need to go after them but you are right. They could come back.” He says and paces for a few seconds. “Okay so here is what you are going to do.” You nod and walk closer to him. “You are going to go home. Straight. Home. No detours.” “Bu-” “You are going to stay out of sight, take alleyways and stay away from large crowds.” “But da-” “No buts!” Matt shouts. “This is to keep you safe. I know it might be a long walk but you have to do this for me.” You sigh and nod. “When you get home you are going to lock yourself in your room and barricade the door. You will call me once that is done.” You nod “Dad… I’m scared…” Matt walks up to you and hugs you again. “Look at me…” He says and you look up at him. “I promise everything will be okay. I will come back to you. Now you need to go.” He says letting you go and you nod. You go toward the door but he grabs your wrist. “No take the fire escape. We don’t know if there are people waiting for you outside that door.” He says and you nod. “I love you dad…” You say walking up to the window. “I love you too Sweetpea…” He says as you exit.
You have never felt this much fear in your life. You try your best being as quiet as possible and trying not to attract any attention. When you see your apartment building in the distance you make a mad dash to the fire escape leading into the living room. You rush to the kitchen and grab a knife before going to your room and slamming the door closed. You push your dresser against the door before climbing underneath your bed. You take in a few deep breaths before calling your dad. The phone rings for a few seconds before you hear a voice. a mutter of someone saying “goddammit there are to many to count.” As you are listening you hear what sounds like your dad and Elektra. “Wait, wait .Wait for one second. One second. So, what if What if from now on, if if we make it wherever you run, I run with you?” You hear your dad say and your eyes widen. “You’re not serious. You have a daughter Matthew.” Elektra says with some mix of annoyance and shock in her tone. “I’ve never been more serious. This, Elektra, this is a part of me that I need and you’re the only one who gets it.” Your eyes begin to tear up. 'Why is he saying this?’ You ask yourself as he continues to say “ Without this, I’m not alive. I’m not. Not really and I know that now, thanks to you.” Suddenly your fears of abandonment resurface. He just said not to long ago that he would come back to you. You have always assumed that you would be his first choice. Your his daughter for Christ’s sake. You place a hand over your mouth to keep quiet as you listen. “I don’t know what we are together, and if we have any chance in the future I don’t… But I do know that I’m free with you. Like with no one else.” You can hear from his tone that he is being genuine and you don’t know what hurts more. That he has with-held this from you or that what you actually thought was a nightmare is coming true. You space for a moment as you drown in thought when you are brought back by the sound of Elektra’s voice. “Uh, I say let’s go to London. Yeah? Madrid. Tunisia. There are sexy places to hide. "Hey, I’ve never been further north than 116th Street, so…” Matt says with a light tone. A tone he hasn’t had in a long time it seems. “Because you love New York and you love your daughter. You are really willing to give her up for me?” Elektra asks and there is a pause on Matts side.
That pause tells you enough and you hang up before letting out a sob. The fact that he had to think about tells you that you are not much of a priority. You have never felt so much pain before. You were sure you were having a heart attack. You look at your phone and go to another contact on your phone. “F-Frank…” You sob into the phone when he answers. “Kid? Kid what’s wrong. You know this is only for emerganc-” “Frank!” You sob again as you try to form coherent words but fail miserably. “Hey, hey, hey… Calm down for a second… What’s wrong?” Frank says in the best calming voice he can muster. “I-I-” You cut yourself off with a sob. “Okay kid listen. I am going to be at the sandwich shop in 12 minutes you meet me there and we can talk okay?” He asks and you let out a croaky 'Okay’ and he hangs up. You crawl out of your bed slowly holding the knife to your chest. You toss it aside as you push your dresser out of the way of the door. You go back to the window with the fire escape and crawl out. It is well into the night as you look up at the starless sky. You try your best to keep to yourself hiding your tears from on lookers. You make your way to the Alley way and do the usual routine of getting on the industrial garbage can and climbing up the ladder. As you get to the top you see that Frank isn’t there yet and sit against the ledge in front of the stools that were already present. You bring your knees to your chest and hide your face in them. You don’t know how much time has passed but you hear someone climbing up the ladder. You just sigh. You don’t have the energy to fight. If you die now you wouldn’t care. Neither would your da- Matthew. You look up to see Frank crouching next to you. You lurch forward and latch onto him. Frank grunts at the impact. “Hey… What’s going on?” You begin to speak but he stops you and pulls away from you. He places your hand on his chest and says. “Take some deep breaths with me okay?” He asks as he does deep breathing. You follow suit letting out small sobs in between.
“Now tell me what is going on…” Frank says concerned as he sits fully on the ground. “H-He is going to leave me! He promised he wouldn’t but he is!” You say in a whimper. “Who?” Frank asks. “My dad… He was talking to that woman you mentioned.” You say sniffling. “What did he say?” He asks and you take in a deep breath. “He was talking about running away with her. About going to London and other sexy places to hide. ” You say looking down. “The only time I was mentioned was by that woman and he would dismiss it completely!” “He… He wouldn’t say that…” Frank says seemingly trying to convince himself. You can feel the anger radiating off of him. “I heard him… Karen got kidnapped and he was going to go after the people that did it.” You say standing up and Frank follows suit. “He said to call him once I get home and I did. He must have accidently answered or something because I heard all of it.” “I… I’m sorry kid…” Frank says in a solemn tone. “He lied to me. He said that I was the best thing that happened to him and he lied!” You exclaim. “Now th-” “Don’t you dare say that, that isn’t true! He hesitated!” Your voice rising with anger. “When she asked if he would leave me here for her he didn’t say shit! He paused and that was enough of an answer!” You shout as tears start going down your face again. “Go and fucking leave. I don’t care anymore!” You shout and lean over the ledge. “Go and die you fucking asshole! You hear me! Go be with your college hooker and go DIE!” You shout at the top of your lungs. Frank yanks you away from the ledge and hugs you. He cradles your head to his chest muffling your cries. Your knees buckle and Frank follows you to the ground. Footsteps can be heard behind you both and Frank looks toward it. You look up and see Matthew and another sob rips from your chest. “D-Don’t make me go with him please!” You say hiding your face in his chest. “Kid yo-” “No! NO! I am not going back! He doesn’t want me!” “(Y/N) That’s not tr-” “Yes it is! I heard you on the phone… I mean nothing to you. You made that clear…” You sniffle. “Please let’s just go home and I can explain!” Matthew pleads but you shake your head. Frank shields you from him before speaking. “Is what she’s saying true Red?” He asks and Matthew pauses. “I didn’t mean i-” “I didn’t ask if you didn’t mean it I asked if it is true…” Frank says rubbing your back with soothing circles. “I said some things… But I didn’t mean it! (Y/N) I would never abandon you I-” You scream at the top of your lungs silencing him. “I don’t care what you have to say any more!” You shout and follow with a quiet. “I don’t care… It doesn’t matter to me anymore…"Matthew walks up to the pair of you and crouches. "What can I do to make this better?” Matthew asks. You take a few deep breaths before saying. “Nothing… You can never make this better. ” You say and remove yourself from Frank. “You have to live with that. You can’t do anything to make this go away and I hope it’s as painful for you as it is for me.” You walk toward the ladder. “See you later Frank…” You say climbing down and walking into the night.
-The End
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Summary- (Y/N) Is a Matt Murdocks 14 year old daughter who is just entering high school and is really struggling. She doesn’t have a regular life having a blind father. He can’t help with homework, Can’t give her a have a ride to school, He can’t see how often her face falls when she lies to him. Of course she has her Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen but (Y/N) feels like to much of a burden until the one and only Frank Castle comes into her life and seems to be more of a father figure then Matt ever has.
“Are you sure you are ready to go home?” Frank asks you as you stop at the corner of your street. Frank had “work” to attend to and he was going to drop you back off at Karen’s place but you decided against it. You decided that Frank was right and you shouldn’t be scared to talk and have a heart-to-heart with your dad. “Yes I am sure. I will pick up my stuff from Karen’s place tomorrow.” Frank nods and stands facing down your street.
“Well run along then.” He says nodding toward your apartment building. “Remember kid if something happens you know where to go.” He says referencing the sandwich shop you both went to a while back. “I know where to go Frank… Thank you for caring.” You say smiling in admiration. Frank only chuckles with a small smile giving you a fatherly gaze which he quickly shakes off. With a now stoic face he says. “Okay, Okay now get going.” He says and you sigh. “Alright. Bye Frank!” You say as you begin walking home. What you didn’t know what that Frank watched you until you got inside your apartment building before walking away.
Walking into your apartment it was oddly quiet with hushed whispers. You slowly creep into the living room to see you father shirtless and a woman with dark hair sitting on the couch. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but they seemed very intimate with how close and touchy they were. Sadly the only thought that was running through your head was that he seemed to jump at the opportunity of love once you were out of the picture. “So this is what you do after you beat your daughter to a pulp?” You ask anger evident in your tone. Matt and the woman look back at you looking shocked. “You have a daughter!” She asks shocked to which you respond with. “Yes he does and I think it is best you leave!” You hiss out. The woman is now standing along with Matt to now seeing that your dad was only wearing a pair of boxers while she was only in boy shorts and a black tank top. “Elektra it was before I met you that I had her!” He exclaims and the woman who is now named Elektra looks between the both of you. “Wow you feel the need to explain shit to her while I am wondering why there is a nearly half naked woman in my house!” Matt looks shocked at what you are saying. “(Y/N) language!” He says raising his voice a touch. “Oh fuck language! Right when I’m out of the picture you decide it is finally time to get into someone’s pants!” Tears begin to well up in your eyes looking at both of them. “You need to calm down.” Elektra says with an annoyed look on her face. “You shut the fuck up! This isn’t about you! This is between me and my dad!” You shout. “(Y/N)! Don’t talk to her like that! Watch your language!” Ignoring his statement you ask. “How do you even know her?” crossing your arms over your chest and heaving. “She’s someone from colle-” “Oh so she is some college hookup?” You growl. “What has gotten into you! Why are you so rebellious all of the sudden?!” Matt finally shouts. “What has gotten into me is the fact that you have had zero contact with me in the two days I have been gone and now I know why!” You say gesturing between the two. “Because instead of maybe asking for forgiveness you decided to go a fuck around with some college hooker!” “Go to your room right now!” Your dad yells louder then you have ever heard him. This makes you jump and look down. You go to turn around and head out the front door in an effort to hide your tears but Matts voice stops you. “No! Your room. Now.” He says sternly. You keep your head down and speed walk to your room slamming the door.
It has been an hour or so and instead of laying in your bed you have taken to laying under it. You use to do this when you were younger to stop the monsters in your closet from getting you. Your head is laying on a small decretive pillow that was on your bed which is now well soaked with your tears. This time is different from any other. Instead of hiding from the monsters in your closet. You are hiding from the thoughts of being replaced. It wasn’t that you disliked the thought of your father dating people it is just the timing was all wrong. The fact that your dad yelled at you with such resentment it seemed is what scared you the most. He never raised his voice at you even when you do something wrong or lash out at him. This was a different side of him that you have never seen before. A little part of you has always been insecure when it comes to your father. He had you just as he was entering law school and when he wasn’t going to class or doing homework he would spend every waking moment with you. You never really knew what happened to your mother but you found out at a young age that after you were born she up and left. You were glad that your father has his own practice in law but now you barely see him. Almost being fifteen is hard when you are also doing things that a normal adult should do. You understand that your father wasn’t normal but that doesn’t make it any better. You had nannies when you were younger when he started working for that big law company place that you can’t remember the name of and that caused some major anxiety. Now the thoughts rushing through your mind is insecurities, anxiety, and depression. It now makes sense though. All the late nights, never coming back until late, and sometimes never at all. ‘Why wouldn’t he tell me he is seeing someone?’ You thought. 'Why now of all times would he choose to bring her over?’
There are light taps on the door which makes you curl your legs closer to your body and chest. You sniffle and wipe your eyes gently as to not hurt your nose or back eye. The door slowly opens and the pads of feet on the ground are heard. “(Y/N)?” That’s new. He calls you 'sweetpea’ when he knows you are upset. “(Y/N) I need you to come out I need to talk to you…” There is an edge in his voice that you haven’t heard in a while. 'He must be really angry…’ You think but decide not to answer. He guides himself toward the bed before sitting on the ground in front of it. “I need to talk to you about your behavior tonight. It was completely unacceptable.” He says. “what about your behavior?” you mumble to yourself but he seemed to hear it. “What do you mean?” He says trying to keep his cool. “Did you not hear anything I said out there? Or were you to concerned with your toy?” At this point you wanted to piss him off more because these thoughts of insecurity stem from him. “She isn’t a toy (Y/N)! What has gotten into you? Why are you acting like this?” Matt says his voice raising a bit. “It all makes sense now…” You says softly and Matt stops for a minute. “All the late nights you were out with her… Probably at some fancy restaurant pigging out while I -your almost fifteen year old daughter- buys groceries and hopes you come home at night.” You sniffle. “I don’t ask you to do that.” Matt says. “I know but I do it because late at night is the only time I see you anymore.” You sniffle again. “Look I am not mad that you are dating someone it was just the timing…” You lift your head up to see your dads legs next to the bed. “…You find a chance at love when I’m not in the picture and I guess that’s okay. I just miss you and I want you around but you aren’t making an effort.” Matt stays silent as you talk trying to take in every word. “I feel like you don’t want me anymore. I understand that I took your college experience from you with me just being around, but I hate that it is present in this family now.” You hear Matt gasp at your words. “(Y/N)… Sweetpea… You di-” “Were you out with her the night I got attacked? Were you at the bar with her and forgot that we were going to have dinner and watch movies and talk about the recent book I just read?”
You sob another round of tears making its way down your face. “(Y/N) No I-” “I am still sad at the thought that I have no mother but now I feel like I am losing a father too…” Matt takes in a breath to speak but again you cut him off. “I will leave you alone if that is what you want. I will eat in my room a-and try not to hog the shower in the mornings so you can get to work faster.” You say taking in more breath with each word. “I don’t need anything for my birthday and give me three more years and I will be gone.” “(Y/N) stop.” Matt finally cuts in but you keep going. “I’m sorry I keep making things difficult. I’m sorry I was born a girl and not a boy so you would have to deal with my hormones every month. I’m sorry that I was the reason mom left. I’m sorry for being born at al-” You get cut off by Matt “(Y/N) STOP!” He shouts and this causes you to go silent and let out a whimper. Matt sighs and pauses for a minute.
initials.
-summary; Frank ruins you for anyone else.
-warnings; 18+ mdni, smut, knife/blood play ish, canon typical violence, blood, graphic description.
-a/n; i am a whore <3
“I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.”
The words tumble from his swollen lips. You clutch your bleeding side and laugh. Your chest tightens and it’s hard to breath, but you laugh. Your nose is definitely broken, your teeth are stained a blood orange. You can feel cracked ribs and pulled muscles. The life is draining out of stab wounds and bullet holes. But you laugh.
Frank looks just as bad as you. His face is painted black and blue. His knuckles are bloodied and broken. One of his teeth is lying on the floor by his feet. Blood gushes from both nostrils and his vest had been decorated with several fresh bullet holes. You had even managed to weasel your blade into his side to leave a nasty wound.
Your apartment’s a mess. Broken glass littered the floor. Your coffee table was lying in pieces. Frank wants to kill you. You both stood, covered in blood, heaving and panting, in your kitchen.
“Do it,” you grin.
He advances. You make no move to run. It almost surprises Frank. He almost wants you to run. He enjoys the chase. he’ll miss this little game once you’re dead. But as his hand wraps around your throat, he finds himself unable to kill you just yet. So he squeezes, just enough to excite you.
“I’m gonna kill you,” he promises.
“Do it.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he laughs. “I ain’t done with you, yet.”
Frank’s free hand disappears. You watch, half frightened, half intrigued. You don’t see the knife that he pulls. You feel it, instead. You feel it hook under the hem of your shirt. You feel the cool air on your skin as the shirt rips. It’s a clean cut.
You hiss through your teeth. Frank presses the tip of the blade into the skin above your sternum. He grins at his artistry. You feel him drag the blade down. Blood trickles out of the wound, not deep enough to kill, but deep enough to scar. You’ll have it forever. The cuts are clean, it’ll be no gaudy scar, it’ll be dainty, but visible. You feel two more swipes of the blade slicing skin, two across, one below the other. Frank leans back to admire his handiwork. From afar, with a sick grin, he adds another cut, right next to the previous one. You don’t know what he’s painted, but you have your suspicions.
You whine, pushing against Frank. He takes some pity on you and leans in for a kiss. It’s almost sweet, until he bites your lip and the taste of fresh blood floods your mouth. You moan into the kiss. Frank drops his hands to your thighs. He taps them and you jump. He blindly carries you through your apartment. he knocks against the kitchen island and the wall, and several doorframes. You wince and groan against his lips.
“Stop fuckin’ whining,” he chastises.
“Fuck you,” you grin.
He knocks you against the doorframe again, a little harder than before. He stumbles into your bedroom and drops you carelessly on the bed. You sit up. Frank undoes his belt and while he’s unbuckling his jeans, you look around him to the mirror on the wall.
Your eyes go wide. In your sternum, just below the underwire of your bra, are the initials: FC
rose colored glasses.
frank castle x reader .
warnings: 18+, idk read at your own risk there’s no smut.
im so sorry this is not that great. please send me mob!frank thots that i can write to hopefully redeem myself. also, wanna write a few things to post while im on “vacation” so send shit to my asks pretty please. (especially since ive had no inspo for smut so send me sum) also a good chance i rewrite this cause high me had a better plan for this.
people say love is blind. you’d beg to disagree; you never saw frank through those supposed rose colored glasses. you’ve seen something sinister in frank more than once, and you’d seen the destruction he could cause. you didn’t wrap him in your arms and kiss his scars because you were blind to it, no, quite the opposite. it was because you had seen all of him. seen him kill people with nothing but a finger on a trigger, but have seen that same trigger finger softly trace patterns into your skin. for every atrocity he commits, he compensates with a soft kiss. even the devil was once an angel.
what if the devil commits monstrosities out of fear?
frank isn’t a fear-stricken man by any means. frank’s not scared of being shot or stabbed, he’s scared of his bloody palms making yours red. and maybe frank’s delusional for thinking soap and water stops the blood he sheds from getting on your skin.
he never thought you might have to face the consequences for his actions. and once he gets wind that people want your blood spilled instead of his, he does what he’s good at. and maybe he’s taking the easy way out like he usually does, but bloodstained palms had never looked so good.
but who’s to say the devil isn’t still angelic?
he couldn’t decide if the bloodbath was that of a baptism, or if it made horns grow out of his forehead. but honestly, if the crimson on his skin made him the devil he didn’t mind too much.
frank tries to wear a halo around you. he really does, it doesn’t mean his trigger finger stops twitching though. doesn’t even make him regret the blood he spilled. if anything makes him grateful he spilled the blood of someone who even thought about hurting you. sometimes his mind can’t help but wonder if you’d be safer without him, but then he also can’t help but think there’s no one else who could keep you safer.
no one else would be willing to do the things he would. frank may not be religious but he’s convinced he’s more devoted to you than any of jesus’ disciples. that’s close enough for him; doesn’t the bible say ‘love covers a multitude of sins’?
frank, well he very well could’ve worn those rose colored glasses. he barely even knew what love was until he was touching his lips to yours for the first time. he lost his logic. lost his mind over you. he was a man who made the orders, not followed them. but all it took was a show of teeth to change that. you made frank into some sort of well-behaved dog. hell, he even followed you around like one half the time.
you could argue franks evil, or that he’s holy. but one thing you can’t debate is that he’s yours. he’s your frank. so regardless of his crimson palms you’ll kiss his lips like he has halo.
