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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…”
Love And Marriage
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Quote: You don’t save a marriage by sleeping with other people.–Lucifer
Mostly Memory: slant/bold. Quote:small/bold
“What the hell, Anthony!” She yelled scaring both brunettes in the bed she shared with him. The women who looked half her age scrambled off the bed in a rush and ran out of the room getting dressed as she ran out the tower. This time she was throwing objects at the genius screaming and swearing every word under the sun. And yes this wasn’t the first time, but its sure as hell will be the last. “How could you do this to me!? Time and time again I forgive and you do it again!!” She tried taking control of her emotions, but they over took her and laid everything out on the table.
Tony slipped on his clothes yelling back and forth with his wife. It was a screaming match that all of New York could hear. “Maybe if you weren’t such a controlling bitch I wouldn’t need to rush into the arms of a women that would get off my back!” He yelled back and she was stunned into silence. Tony continued talking. “Ever since we been together you’ve been trying to change who I am and I got sick of it, but you were America’s golden girl I couldn’t dump you. You just couldn’t take the hint ,sweetheart.” He finished his intoxicated words got the better of him, but drunk words were sober thoughts and maybe this is exactly how he felt after all these years.
“I want a divorce.” She said her voice shaking not wanting to cry in front of the man she loved and she thought loved her back. “What?!” He turned on his heels and stared at her the shouting didn’t sober him up, but those four words did. “What did you say?” He asked as if he didn’t hear her. “I’m through, Tony. I’m tired of this back and forth. You said it yourself your not willing to change your partying playboy ways so I’m through.” She said as she went to get her phone to call her brother. “I want a divorce.” Those were the final words uttered to him before she stopped talking to him all together taking off the ring made from the metal of his original reactor the diamond glowing the same blue that lulled her to sleep. Y/n twirled the ring in-between her fingers a nervous habit after the years.
Steve got to the tower from his apartment along with Bucky and Sam. His two friends walked into her bedroom to hear Tony shouting and pleading for her to listen to him. Steve went to his sister as his friends pulled the thrashing man out of the room and to a different part of the building so he could cool off. Tony in the end didn’t calm down and was getting violent to the point they had to knock him out and by then Y/n was getting packed with the help of Steve
The suitcase was harshly zipped up as she rushed closing it. Tears flowed freely down her face as she packed all her things well all the things she bought herself. She wasn’t running, running was for cowards she was escaping before she drowned herself in whatever kind of love she once had with her husband. Y/n breathed in through her nose as her body convulsed with another fit of silent sobs. Trying to calm down she wanted to get think clear. Did she really want to leave? No, but he didn’t give her much of a choice. The light tan line on her finger just further proved she wasn’t turning back…not this time. Not even for him. Y/n needed time to think without the threat of the end of the world and out from under her now ex’s crushing ego.
She was shacking with anger and in grief it happened again and she was done with it all. Tony fucking Stark her husband, lover, best friend cheated on her again for the third time that she knew of. Y/n saw it she was always there at the wrong time almost like he wanted her to see how pleased he was with another. Steve came out of the bathroom with more hygiene products. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?” He asked for what feels like the hundredth time. Steve knew Y/n wasn’t okay he could see it and the sight made him want to rip Stark a new one. With a deep inhale she looked up at him with s slight smile as real as she could make it. “I’m okay I just need to get out of here. Fresh air. New scenery if possible.” She said as she looked longingly at a picture on the nightstand not noticing that her brother left with her bags while she stared off. The picture was of her fifth date with Tony after being together as boyfriend and girlfriend for two years, a light festival their first openly public date for cameras to capture them together making it official. America’s Sweetheart with a Playboy billionaire…that headline alone should have been the first of many red flags.
The memory played vividly in her mind. Her eyes shined like stars as she dragged him behind her. It was still light outside and the small park was crowded. “Come on, Tones!” She said excitedly as she dragged him along. Many people looked at them and whispered, but they didn’t care. They spent the night talking about any and everything it felt so natural. Y/n stared into the sky on their picnic blanket having already painted her lantern with a good amount of wet paint still on her hands. “We’ve been on what feels like a million dates and this seems like the perfect one to ask you. Will you marry me?” Tony said holding a black velvet box with a f/c diamond ring. “I thought you’ll never ask!” She pulled him into a kiss paint covering his cheeks as lanterns where released. He kissed back hands resting on her hips. “Let’s go home Mrs.Stark-Rogers.” Tony said with a smile. “Well come on then Mr.Rogers-Stark.” He was once again dragged away. “No no no my name first Steve will not hold that over me!” Y/n giggled as the memory faded into a much older one.
The twelve year old girl was getting her hair brushed by her mother. “Mama what’s love like. I know you love daddy so what’s it like?” She asked it’s been two years since her father died ,but her mother always said she stilled loves him. “Love is a amazing feeling that doesn’t happen often and sometimes it can hurt.” The blonde women said to her daughter she couldn’t tell her wanting love cost more then giving it. “Why will it hurt?” The young h/c girl asked turning around. “You’re to young to know right now, but at some point you will.” By the time Y/n turned fifteen she learned that loving someone can hurt after she stood next to her brother and best friend looking at the slab of stone that marked their mother’s grave.
The first time it happened she was pissed, but not at the right person at the time. The second red flag.. Screams are what filled the house as Y/n threw clothes at the tramp that was in bed with her drunk husband. She was so anger, but that just hid the pain she was feeling three years for him to cheat. After shutting the half clothes harlot out on the front porch of the Malibu home she stormed back to Tony. He stayed in his boxers on the bed looking dazed he was drunk. “Why?” Is all she could ask as tears fell down her cheeks. The billionaire stood up and walked toward her he wiped her tears. “I’ll change. I promise.” He kissed her head. She believed him she had faith that he couldn’t change for them. After all Y/n did the same she gave up being a hero along side her brother because he told her he already worries about getting home to her as Ironman no need to add the stress of not knowing if she’ll get home. So she hung up her red, white, and blue catsuit for him.
After a year Y/n sat in her art studio wear she sold her and other rising artist artwork after Tony said she shouldn’t paint in the tower,she painted with her brother laughing messing with colors. She was thankful she put down plastic tarp beforehand a giggle rang out when Natasha walked through the door. Without saying anything she drops a magazine on the table of brushes next to Y/n. On the cover was Tony kissing some red head though a window tears welled in her eyes as she wiped her hands he eyes not leaving the cover till it was picked up off the table. Natasha comforted her as Steve took the magazine and paced. “ Am I stupid for trusting him? Thinking he would change?” She asked as the waterworks flowed. “No ,if anyone is stupid its him. Ever since he came out as Ironman he thought he was untouchable. God imma kill him!” The red head said while Steve was flexing his hand not wanting to hit any of the stored art pieces. The third red flag for all to see.
The bus rocked back and forth as she looked over at her brother sleeping next to her. They were heading to the airport and he was going to see her off before possibly killing Tony. Speaking of she looked down at her phone and saw dozens of missed calls and hundreds of unread text. She felt that the world was so much bigger after leaving, after getting away from the place that no longer felt like a home. Turning back to the window a memory came to surface as a teenage girl sat on the bus watching old Brooklyn go by. She thought life was so slow she wanted to grow up faster and experience life. Y/n wanted to find love like her parents had. “What are you thinking about doll?” She turned and in Steve’s place was Bucky her adoptive big brother. “Nothing important, James.” She said with a sigh as the old modeled cares turned back to modern vehicles and yellow taxi’s.
Tony woke up and ran around the tower while calling and texting his wife. “Friday track Y/n’ s phone. He said as he went to the lab to get in his suit. "She’s as NYC airline.” The irish voice answered as he stepped into the suit letting it close around him. Before the hatch could open completely he was flying out of the tower to the airport. “Any idea which flight?” He asked wanting to get there before it’s to late. “No boss, but the next flight leaving is heading for U.K and boarding in fifteen minutes.” Time was running out he needed ever second he could spare. “We’ll make it in ten.” That night Ironman flew to save whatever he had left.
Y/n held her ticket in her shaking hands her breath uneven. Steve left after the bus dropped her off they said their goodbyes not making the separation hurt any less. Her thoughts came back to Tony all the good times made her smile, but the dark clouds took them over soon after. It felt so right to be in his arms thinking about the future they had with each other within seconds that became a distant memory. What’s sad is she wants to go back wondering if she held on to those moments longer they’ll last forever. The ring she slipped back on her finger weighed a ton. Y/n didn’t have the strength to take it off not for good at least and this made her feel weak. Pain was heavy in her heart from the constant ache, but the little voice kept saying maybe if we tried harder he would have loved us the way we love him, maybe rushing into a relationship wasn’t the best idea, maybe he’s happier without us ,maybe not telling him about the positive test was the best option ,maybe…maybe.
A hand resting on her stomach she wanted to laugh, but that would have brought on a fresh wave of tears. She started off the day without Tony in bed and sicker then she’s been since her pre-serum years. Y/n went to the doctor completely covered form any prying eyes and the test were clear she couldn’t believe it she took about ten test in her studio bathroom before heading back to the tower. Howard warned her and Steve that the serum might sterilize them, but at the time both of them were to small and sickly and she knew getting pregnant might kill her anyways so they both agreed to it. Y/n wished she could hug the man today he made her better and let her have a gift she never thought was possible. A baby was growing inside her. Tony never really talked about kids and neither did she since that wasn’t a possibility before, but the moment she held five of the clearer test she wanted to rush into his arms and have him be the first to know. That quickly fell apart that evening and now she’s here.
The suit landed out side the airport and Tony immediately ran out of it into the building looking through his tented shades he followed the path Friday set for him rushing through security. “Now boarding flight A145 to United Kingdom. Ahora aborda—” The intercom rang out. He was running out of time. There he saw h/c hair one of a couple dozen in line due to the oddly timed flight. “Y/N!!” Many heads turned at the shout while so gasped and whispers started. She looked at him and froze. His eyes looked bloodshot and he wore baggy sweats and a AC/DC shirt. Turning back around she tried to get on the plane quicker, but a hand grabbed her arm. “Please listen to me. I’m so so sorry! I’m a fucking moron okay? I know I just keep screwing up between us and I know you’re tired of me saying I’ll change, but if it means I keep you in my life I’ll do damn near anything.” Tony’s voice shook as his eyes welled with tears people crowed to see the Starks some seemed to clued in on the subject while others were lost. “You can’t fix this Tony. There’s nothing to fix between us you said your piece and actions speak louder then words there is no saving this.” Y/n whimpered holding her hand in her own.
“I can save us, N/n! Please just give me a chance too. You and me against the world right?” She shook her head no as she looked into his brown eyes with her glassy e/c ones. “Wrong. You just don’t get it do you? You don’t save a marriage by sleeping with other people. And I gave you more then enough chances to change because God I changed so much for you!! I gave up saving people, gave up painting in the tower, stopped helping Pepper with business, stopped going to briefings, and so much more. All for you and you couldn’t do one thing for me.” With quivering hands she gently brushed the tears from his cheeks letting her hands go from his shoulders to his hands. “I loved you, Anthony. I always will have a special place in my heart for you, but clearly the same doesn’t go for you.” Y/n now held one of his hands bringing his knuckles to her lips giving them a chaste kiss.
She let go of his hand as she stepped back from him many of the passengers having already boarded the plane. “Don’t say goodbye.” He said voice small and weak. “…don’t think of this as a goodbye. We just met at the wrong time in the wrong place. Maybe I’ll come back to you and just maybe we can start again from the beginning, but until then this is a see you later.” She turned and went on board as he stood their feet glued the the floor. Looking down at the hand she held the ring sat in his palm she left him with a piece of his heart while she took the rest with her. What is a marriage withoutlove
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A/n this is the second to last one before the full masterlist is posted. Fyi I wrote a happy ending and if it’s really wanted I’ll make a short one-shot of it but angst ending for now.
Next quote is a free space and I’m going ham!!!!
Wanda would kidnap a town and hold them hostage for Vision, and Vision would kidnap innocent ppl to feed to zombie Wanda to keep her alive. damn these bitches crazy, i love it.
(Malec. Tw: MCD, Heavy Violence, Unhappy Ending) | Read on Ao3.
Magnus and Alec fell in love far too young to really know that what they had was special, until they’d already lost it. Years later, Magnus finds himself raiding a building where his ex-boyfriend just happens to be working security. Not knowing what else to do, Magnus kidnaps him - putting he and Alec both in a very awkward situation.
This work was created for the @malecdiscordserver’s Shadowhunters Mini Bang 2021! This fic was betaed by the wonderful @bamf-alec with the amazing art by @thelightofthebane.
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Magnus Bane hadn’t heard the name Alexander Lightwood in years. Truthfully, he’d suspected that he’d never hear it again, void from his own thoughts, which drifted to Alexander far more often than he would ever dare to admit to anyone aloud.
He and Alec had dated once, when they’d both been far too young to deserve a love as pure as what they’d found. Magnus was not a sappy man but, in the privacy of his own head, he thought Alexander was the person he was supposed to end up with before — well, before everything in his life went to shit.
He and Alec had fallen in love fast. They’d spent most of their high school years utterly enthralled with each other. They’d spent their evenings making out in Alec’s room, just to wake up and spend the morning making out in Alec’s car before the bell rang and they had to go their separate ways. Magnus had known, even then when no one had believed they’d last, that he was going to spend the rest of his life with Alec. He was supposed to spend the rest of his life with him.
Magnus shifted and sighed, dropping the note from Raphael back onto his desk. Raphael had come to tell him in person, but he’d still been out. Perhaps, it had felt too personal to send as a text but too urgent to wait until the next time Raphael and Magnus would be able to see each other again.
Raphael was the only person in Magnus’ life that still knew just how deeply and utterly in love Magnus was with Alexander Lightwood. In his line of work, he had to pretend to be uncaring and he did a pretty good job of it. Even with Alec, if anyone ever asked about him, Magnus would pretend not to remember who he was. Alec was something of the past. He was someone Magnus didn’t even recognize anymore.
It was both to protect Magnus’ reputation and to protect Alec himself. Alec deserved a normal life, after everything Magnus had put him through. He had decided a long time ago that even if his heart ached every single time he thought of him, he’d let Alec go. He’d never talk to him again. He’d keep Alec safe from every danger Magnus’ life could bring and Alec would simply be someone he knew once, someone he hardly remembered, someone that meant nothing to him anymore.
Yet, here was this note, threatening all of that with a few simple words. Raphael had written it bluntly and Magnus glanced down to read it over again, as if anything about the contents might have changed since he last looked.
‘Alexander works at the shipping company. Guard. I couldn’t get information on his schedule. We can call it off, if you want.’ Then Raphael had signed his name, as if Magnus wouldn’t know who’d written it.
Magnus sighed and tossed his head back. Even the simple way Raphael had written it showed a consideration that he knew Raphael would not afford many others. The thought of Raphael offering to call off a heist they’d been planning for months simply because someone his associate had dated years ago might be there was laughable and yet, Raphael had done just that because he knew what no one else in Magnus’ life did. He knew that Magnus had never gotten over Alec and that if he forced Magnus to go through with this when he didn’t want to, it could be more dangerous than if they called it off from the beginning.
He was scared Magnus would do something stupid if Alec was there. Magnus would have loved to say the fear was unfounded, but Alec Lightwood was perhaps the one person in the world that he could still be hurt by. Anyone else, he’d conditioned himself to accept that he would lose, even when it came to people like Raphael. What they did was dangerous and he had tried to prepare himself for the day Raphael would end up dead, if it happened before Magnus himself met an untimely demise.
Alexander was different. Magnus had already lost him and yet, he couldn’t bear the thought of living in a world where Alec had been hurt because of him — hurt any more than he had been already, anyway.
He knew that Alec had become a bodyguard. He kept an eye on him when he could. He had someone inform him if Alec moved, if he got a new job, or if he was in trouble. Magnus had only stepped in once or twice, though Alec didn’t know and hopefully never would. Magnus didn’t think he would accept anything from him, if he outright offered. Instead, Magnus had made sure Alec just happened to get what he needed.
When Alec’s parents cut him off, Magnus sent someone to give him money. A ‘random’ charitable act of course, one that Alec just happened to be given when he was struggling, one that a ghost like Magnus Bane had nothing to do with.
Alec was doing a lot better now, so Magnus had mostly backed off. He had a solid job. He made a lot of money. He was trained in self defense, if he ever needed to protect himself.
Magnus didn’t imagine Alec would need him anymore, which was why he hadn’t expected to hear about him again, but he supposed fate worked in mysterious ways and, apparently, fate couldn’t leave Magnus the fuck alone.
He would rather know that he’d never see Alec again than do this, than suffer wondering if they’d run into each other, wondering if Alec would look just as disgusted with him as he had when they’d last seen each other. That was even before Magnus was wanted for murder. That was even before he had done all he’d done after that.
He knew that he couldn’t call it off. It was a simple hit, but a lot of work had gone into figuring out where Camille’s stuff was being held and what exactly they could do to disrupt her operations even more. Magnus couldn’t call it off now just because Alec might be there.
He wanted to. He wanted to throw everything aside and call it all off, so he could stay home that night and not have to wonder if he’d see the man he loved again, not have to wonder what that would mean for Alec if he did.
Hopefully he wouldn’t be there but, if he was, Magnus knew he couldn’t stop it. He’d done his best to do right by Alec. He’d left him alone and never contacted him again, after everything happened. He’d kept an eye on him, in case he needed help. He’d helped when Alec needed it but, even after all of that, Magnus couldn’t stop this.
He’d done a lot of stupid things for Alec, but Magnus knew that this was crossing a line that he could not cross. He could not call this off for a man he hadn’t seen in years. He couldn’t call it off just because he might be there. He couldn’t protect Alec from this.
If he’d known Alec worked there before this, it would have been different, but by now their plan was more or less set in stone. Calling it off wasn’t an option. If Alec died there, it was because the world had wanted it to happen, not Magnus. He had done his best to protect Alec, but this was out of his hands. Besides, what message would it send if anyone found out Magnus had called all of this off the moment Alec’s name was dropped? He’d be in danger anyway and that wouldn’t be any better.
Magnus crumpled the note from Raphael and threw it away. He didn’t say anything to him about it, which they both knew that meant that nothing about their plan had changed.
Saturday night came quickly. They approached the shipping company in the dark, silently. They had a small crew with them, the best of the people they knew. The instructions were simple. Get in, take everyone out quietly and efficiently, destroy Camille’s shit, and get out.
Magnus had to stop himself from scanning the cars in the parking lot and wondering if any of them were Alec’s. Truthfully, he’d had to stop himself from thinking a lot of things about Alec recently. He had to stop himself from wondering what would happen if Alec was here now and did die. He had to stop himself from thinking of Alec’s siblings, who he remembered as so much younger than they were now. He had to stop himself from visualizing exactly how heartbroken they’d be if anything happened to their big brother. He had to stop himself from dwelling on it and he had to convince himself that he didn’t care, because he couldn’t.
He had a job to do. It was as simple as that. At the end of the day, Magnus couldn’t put anything else first and… well, it was the end of the day, wasn’t it?
They stood outside, eyeing the big building as Raphael leaned against the hood of his car, lighting a cigarette. Magnus didn’t smoke much anymore, but he reached for the one Raphael had lit anyway, taking it from his hands and raising it to his own lips.
Raphael’s hand froze, now empty. For a moment, it looked as if he was going to argue but, after a second, he simply reached for another one and lit it again. It might have been because of Alec that Raphael let it slide where he’d normally protest. Magnus wasn’t sure and didn’t ask.
“You could’ve called it off,” Raphael said finally.
Key word: could’ve, past tense. Magnus wanted to snap at him for bringing it up at all. He’d been hoping they’d pointedly avoid the topic for the rest of eternity. “No, I couldn’t have,” he said simply, blowing out a puff of gray smoke as he did.
Raphael shrugged. “Maybe not,” he admitted. He lowered the cigarette from his lips, flicking the ash to the ground. “What if he’s in there?” he asked.
“What if?” Magnus posed in return. He knew what Raphael was asking, but pretended that he didn’t. He wasn’t sure what answer Raphael wanted him to give. He wasn’t sure he wanted to say the answer out loud.
Before Raphael could say anything else, Lily appeared in the doorway she’d disappeared through nearly three minutes before. She wore a tight black dress with heels and a pistol strapped to her thigh. For anyone else it would have been an issue but, with Lily, Raphael and Magnus both knew that she was just as capable no matter what shoes she was wearing. Lily raised her hand towards them.
Magnus dropped his cigarette to the ground. Raphael nodded towards her, took a long drag of his cigarette, and then did the same. No words needed to be exchanged for them to all understand what was going on. In the simple motion, Lily had told them that the cameras inside were off and that, just as planned, no one had seen her.
Magnus crushed the cigarette under the heel of his boot before he started to make his way towards the rest of their crew, about five men that he knew each by name. Some of them, he’d trained himself. Some of them had come already trained and eager to make some money doing something distasteful. All of them were trustworthy.
“You know the plan,” Raphael said as they reached them.
There were a couple of nods and a few grunts of approval before they all turned and started heading towards the door that Lily was still holding open with her stiletto. Normally, they’d all have continued walking inside without another word. There was nothing else to say but, as they reached the door and Magnus moved to dart after Lily, who’d ducked inside again, Magnus froze.
His hand clenched on the door, holding it half open, letting no one move past him. Magnus took a slow deep breath before he turned to eye all of their men, his gaze suddenly hard. “There’s a man named Alexander that might be inside,” Magnus snapped. “He has dark hair, tall, a scar across his left eyebrow. If he’s here, you don’t shoot him. You save him for me.”
Magnus’ tone left no room for questions, so no one dared to open their mouth and ask one. He turned to continue inside again, meeting Raphael’s eyes for just a second. Even Raphael said nothing, but his expression said enough.
Magnus looked away and when he finally walked inside, he didn’t look back.
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