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🔁 and 📆 for the fic rec asks
2. 🔁 A fic you’ve re-read several times:
Girl, you already know this answer probably lol. Trading Burdens by pseudostitch truly has me in a chokehold for solving the mystery. Rereading it with you and occasionally going back for funsies to see how far hellcheer've come in their murder investigation/relationship.
5. 📆 A fic you’d re-read 10 years from now:
ooooh! In ten years, I think I'd love to re-read my breath is for holding by therestlessbrook which is a DD/Punisher prison au fic for Karen x Frank. The layers of the plot and the action were done so well!
After the series of new Daredevil and Punisher content coming out over the next few years, it would be great to come back to that fic and appreciate how lovely it is in that era of DD/Punisher<3
send me a fic rec ask:)
#thanks for the ask losty!#fic rec ask game#fic recs#hellcheer#murder mystery#hellcheer fanfic#kastle#the punisher#karen x frank#pearly answers
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Catastrophic - Chapter 1 - therestlessbrook - The Punisher (TV 2017) [Archive of Our Own]
Something for Halloween...
Frank Castle gets turned into a cat by a mob wizard and runs to Karen for safety. Yup.
You will not regret reading this.
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Tell Me Where Your Heart Is
Hello Brooke! (@the-restless-brook)! Yes, I am your Kastle Secret Santa. Ta da!
You prompted me with “anything cozy, domestic, or angsty (as long as there’s a happy ending).”
So full disclosure I really had no idea what I was gonna come up with for your gift. I thought about doing some sort of AU for you (because you really are the the Queen of the Kastle AUs) but that ended up being a red herring cause Season 2 of Virgin River came out and OH BOY did I get inspired lol
And so I ultimately decided to go full on angst, which I hope you will like. There is a happy ending, I promise. And there’s also a couple Marvel/Netflix Universe nuggets I threw in, I hope you’ll catch them :)
But to keep it simple, here’s a post The Punisher Season 2 fic in which Frank and Karen meet up at Josie’s. Will they make their way back to each other? (well, yeah, duh but it will be an angsty ride).
Enjoy! And Happy Holidays, Kastle Fam! <3
Josie’s on a Monday is pretty dead, even in December. Honestly a graveyard is more lively on this weekday than the bar in Hell’s Kitchen, despite the homely effort of the Christmas decorations put up by Josie herself. So when Karen comes strolling in, just dodging the light rain, and takes a seat, she’s not surprised by the look on the bar owner’s face.
“Wow. Must’ve been a hell of a day. Starting early for the week, huh?”
“I guess you can say that. Can I get a bourbon?” Karen asks as she places a twenty down on the bar top.
“You got it.”
Josie turns around and grabs the Four Roses bottle off the shelf. Karen takes a quick survey of the scene, clocks everyone here. Rob and Mira Donohue are having drinks at the table by the pinball machine and Tom Belkin is at the pool table with a friend.
“Here ya go, love.” Josie places the glass in front of her and takes the twenty. Karen takes a sizeable sip, tries to focus on the burn going down her throat rather than her rattling nerves. She doesn’t miss Josie’s eyes go wide though when she gives her her change.
“Hey should I be worried tonight, Page? This isn’t your usual night and look, I don’t mind... usually…”
“It’s fine, Josie. I’m just... meeting someone. And I need this place to be quiet. I think they need... quiet.”
Josie shakes her head, walks over to the end of the bar. She pulls back a small curtain, revealing a safe hidden under the register. She turns the combination lock, opens it, and pulls out a 9mm.
“Josie come on, that’s not…”
“It’s a precaution. I do trust you... usually... but I got an establishment to protect.” Josie says as she ejects and checks the mag.
She clips it back in and clicks the safety off when the bell rings by the entrance door. Karen resists turning around, even though she is dying to see him.
God how long has it been since the hospital she thinks.
She goes for another sip of bourbon, tries to feign casualness even though his very presence has changed the mood of this dull Monday night. The Donohues have stopped talking and Tom and his friend have stopped playing. Heavy boots pad their way to the bar. Out of the corner of her eye, Frank Castle comes into her line of sight. He’s in all black, sporting a full beard, and scowling, but it doesn’t feel lethal to her. Josie though is gripping her gun like a lifeline.
“What can I do for you... scary hipster?” Josie asks.
Karen has to choke down her laughter. She covers her mouth with her hand and squeezes her eyes shut.
“I’ll just take a beer.”
Frank sits down a seat away from Karen and the tension lifts once Josie clicks the safety back on. The bar patrons resume their activities as she quickly serves Frank a beer, gun still in hand. Josie walks toward the end of the bar toward the safe but not before giving Karen a quick I will never let you in here again if there’s trouble tonight look. She just shrugs in response.
Neither of them say anything for a good while. Karen just focuses on her bourbon. Frank was the one who called her, he can start this. Not like she has anywhere to be...
Although drinking at Josie’s on a Monday night isn’t exactly at the top of her list.
“Hell of a place you picked.”
“Didn’t know what I was getting into. Knew it wouldn’t be crowded here... and I needed a drink.”
“What about your place? Don’t tell me you had to move again…” Frank cracks as he takes a swig of his beer.
“Nope, I’m still there.”
Frank takes a step closer to her. Karen can’t help it, she turns to face him and take him in. No bruises and his hair is growing out again. He looks the way he did when he first came back into her life, just without a blanket and not asking for change.
“Wasn’t sure you were gonna say yes to meeting me.”
“I wasn’t either. Still debating on leaving, actually…”
“Do you want to?”
“Honestly? Yes.”
“Okay. You can go.”
“Right.”
Karen starts to get up and she wishes she missed Frank’s face. Looking like a puppy who got kicked for chewing on someone’s flip flop.
“Hey.” Frank says intensely as he grips her arm. “Come on. Don’t…”
“Don’t what, Frank?”
“Don’t... go.”
“You literally told me I could go. Look, what do you want Frank? Can you just tell me why you called…”
“I will when you stop this.”
“Stop what?”
“Being pissed at me.”
“Being pissed... oh boy.”
She bites down on her bottom lip; a suppression to not straight up scream at him.
“I want to talk, Karen. But if you need to say something to me just say it. Just get it out in the open so that we can move forward.”
His eyes bore into hers. Karen hopes Frank isn’t looking into her soul, he doesn’t get to do that anymore. She knows she needs to break this, needs to move on. He chose the war. He chose to continue being The Punisher. The people that care about him, the peace he could have found... he pushed it all away. And he can’t just decide to want it now after almost a year of silence.
“Fine. I do have some things to say. But first, you’re gonna buy me a drink. Okay?”
“Okay.”
She walks back over to the bar and sets her bag and coat down again on the chair. Frank follows. Josie saunters over.
“Another bourbon, Page?”
“No I’d like two shots of whiskey please. He’s buying.”
Karen jerks her head toward Frank who immediately pulls out a wad of cash from his coat pocket.
“You got it.”
Josie walks away to get the shots. Karen takes a seat and Frank takes the one next to her.
“Didn’t take you for a hard liquor kind of girl.”
Karen opens her mouth, then closes it. How exactly is she supposed to respond to that? People have been making assumptions about her all her life and she’s in no mood to tell Frank that he’s wrong.
“But I guess I don’t know that much about you, do I? You always... surprise me.”
The genuineness throws Karen off. She wonders if she should cut him some slack. It’s not like they owe each other anything. The connection that Madani had told her they had will probably always be there but as it stands she doesn’t fit into his life and vice versa. What’s the point in trying to make it work?
“No. You don’t know anything about me.” She says after a prolonged pause.
Josie comes back with the shots and makes herself scarce again. Karen takes the shot and gestures to other one.
“Come on.”
“Jesus…” Frank mutters.
“Not into hard liquor like me? Wait. Let me guess. You actually love wine.”
“I do actually.”
He stares at the shot glass then back at her. He sighs and downs it. The grimace he makes is brief, but then he turns back to her and she knows what has to come next.
“It’s been a year since the hospital Frank. ” Karen starts as she rotates her empty shot glass with her fingertips.
“I think. I’m honestly not sure… anyway. I thought we were done. I thought you were finally out of my life and then those pot of white roses landed on my desk last week and… I really don’t understand what you want for me at this point. If it’s to get information I am not going to do that for you. If you are looking to reconnect I don’t want that either. Not while you continue to wage this war of yours that you chose. Over life. Over love. Over… me.”
She places the shot glass down, the clink on the wooden bar top being the loudest noise in her ears.
“I’m sorry. About that day. And I’m sorry I never called you after that. But I thought you understood.”
“Understood?”
“Why I am doing this. Why I couldn’t accept what you were offering me that day in the hospital. I lost my entire family, Karen. I had to watch them die and then bury them. You can’t even begin to imagine…”
“I’ve buried people that I loved. I absolutely know what you are going through. I know hurt. I know guilt. I know how it feels to want to drive a knife into this world just to feel like I had some kind of control over it. So don’t you dare try to tell me how I feel. I just…”
Karen huffs as she runs her fingers through her hair. Frank scratches at his beard, clearly processing.
“Do you think I like feeling like this? I am never going to see Maria again. I am never going to hold Lisa or Frankie Jr. in my arms. They are gone, Karen. And it is my fault that they are gone. If I let myself love you…”
“Frank…”
“It’s just a risk I can’t take. If anything happened to you… I wouldn’t be able to survive it.”
Frank’s trigger finger taps away on the bar top.
“So is that it? Is that why you called me? To tell me that you will forever be stuck in this black hole of a life? Stuck in a war that can never be won and you think it’s what you deserve?”
“It is what I deserve.”
“No it’s not Frank. The loss of your family… that is something that you will carry with you with the rest of your life. And the grief will always come straight at you, unexpectedly. But you deserve an after…”
“Karen, no…”
“You do. I know you can’t see it but you will come to a day where you’ll be able to think about them but still go on with your life. And that won’t feel like a betrayal...”
“I can’t do this. I’m sorry. I should’ve never called you.”
He practically bounds out of the bar stool and heads for the door.
“Frank!” Karen shouts.
The door swings and he’s gone.
This is a crossroads moment. Karen can feel it. She could let him go, never see him again. Maybe at last find peace with this pain. Find someone else to build a life with.
“You love him don’t you?”
Karen turns around to find Josie looking at her. She’s cleared their shot glasses away and is washing them in the sink.
“Josie…”
“Don’t try to deny it. And he loves you too.”
“Yeah, sure he does.” Karen replies sarcastically.
“He does. I remember that news story a while about that crazy asshole who shot up that hotel trying to kill ya and that senator or whatever. I read that he took a few bullets for you. That’s love.”
“How did you... nevermind. Yes, that is true, but then when I offered the option to love someone else, he said he didn’t want to.”
‘Yeah but then he asked to see you again. Timing is a bitch, that much I know. Come on, at least go out there and give the man a hug. Man looks like he could use one.”
Karen turns back to the front door. Before she can process it she is heading out the door, barely catching Josie‘s laugh.
The sharp, winter air hits her and the light rain Is back. Karen looks down both sides of the street, knowing that he is probably long gone by now. The man knows how to disappear, and will only be found if he wants to.
She goes to her left to head home. As she turns the corner, he’s there. Against the wall of Josie‘s, barely standing.
“Frank?”
She walks toward him but he doesn’t acknowledge her. He looks so broken, looking up at the sky.
“You belong with someone else, Karen. Not with me.”
“Don’t.”
“You do.”
“Well I don’t want someone else, Frank. I want you.”
He turns away from the sky and stares at her, wide eyed.
“Yeah. It’s still on the table. But if you’re not even going to open yourself up to the possibility of an after… And I’m not saying an after with me. I mean for yourself. If you won’t even allow yourself to try to find it then it’s not going to work. I need hope, Frank. I need to believe that there is a better world to make and to be had. Even if that means I am not going to be around for it. I am still going to try to leave it better than I found it.”
“Who was it?” Frank asks after a few moments.
“What?”
“Who did you bury?”
“My mom. My brother, Kevin.”
“Tell me about them?”
“Okay. Walk me to my car?”
She thought it would be a lot harder to tell him about what happened to her mom and Kevin, about who she was before she came to New York City. But it fell out of her, everything. He doesn’t interject nor interrupt her. They’re still a block away when she’s done talking.
They reach her car as Karen fishes for her keys. They are stuck at the bottom of her bag and she groans in frustration. She had almost forgotten that Frank is still with her but then she feels a hand lightly touch her shoulder.
“Karen.”
She looks up. He is looking better but there is still that same lingering, soul crushing sadness in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
The sincerity of his apology stuns Karen. Then it comes back. The memory of when she told Matt about what happened to Kevin.
“Jesus Karen.”
Matt was wrapped up in trying to take down Fisk at the time. Karen was trying to pull Matt back, she knew it wasn’t the right time to tell him. She knows he would’ve probably have had a different reaction under different circumstances. Karen knows this. But Karen would be lying if his response didn’t haunt her dreams every now and then.
“Well I should get home. If you ever wanna talk… well I’m sure you’ll reach me somehow. I’ll keep an eye out for another pot of roses.”
She gets her car door open and climbs into the seat. She turns the key in the ignition but the engine stalls.
“Come on.”
Karen keeps turning the key but the engine continues to stall.
Frank knocks on her windshield window.
“Hey, let me check. I can probably jumpstart your car.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Jesus Karen.”
“I don’t want you here, Karen.”
Karen smacks the steering wheel repeatedly and then screams. And screams. And screams.
“Karen! Karen!”
Frank’s voice is muffled and Karen barely registers that he’s opened her door and is pulling her out of the car.
“Karen it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here.”
The screams turn into sobs and Karen stops trying to pull away from Frank.
She doesn’t know how long they stand there in the light rain while he holds her. Her crying does subside in time and all Karen feels is his heartbeat and his hand running up and down her back.
“I know. I know.” He keeps repeating into her ear.
Frank asks if Karen wants a ride home. Karen just simply nods, now realizing that her legs are numb.
“Okay. Let me make a quick phone call.”
Frank gets on the phone and says hi to Micro. Karen manages a small smile. Good to know that he’s not dead.
“Okay so Micro is calling in some favors. Your car is gonna get towed to a lot nearby. I will take care of it tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Frank.”
“Let’s get you home.”
Frank holds his hand out and Karen takes it.
...
It takes an hour but they arrive in Karen’s neighborhood. Frank has to park ten minutes away from her apartment, which has him apologizing and cursing alternate side parking in one breath.
Karen feels simultaneously exhausted and wired. Frank hasn’t taken her hand in his since they got out of his van but they keep drifting and bumping into each other as they walk.
“Thanks for driving me back.”
“You’re welcome. You okay?”
“Yeah I just… I told Matt. About Kevin. And it... wasn’t the best timing and I had never told anyone before that moment and…”
“Yeah well I don’t think altar boy has the best bedside manner. Even on a good day.”
Karen can’t help but laugh. They walk up the front steps of her apartment building.
“Don’t worry about your car. It’ll be safe. I’ll pick it up tomorrow and take it to the shop. It’s probably the alternator.”
They reach her door.
“Okay so I have your car keys but you probably need these back.”
He hands her the rest of her key ring. He turns to go down the steps, their fingers interlocking around each other.
“So hold onto it. You have everything. Use two hands and never let go.”
Never let go.
Never let...
She grips on his fingers and he turns around. She doesn’t say or do anything but hold on to the key ring and his fingers. They just stare at each other but something changes, something shifts.
He walks back up the two steps, and they’re now face to face.
Karen can’t explain it but she’s filled with such a longing that she thought she had buried a long time ago.
They are still holding on to her key ring, the metal becoming warm from the heat of their hands. She inches closer and closer to his face, eventually ghosting her lips over his.
Karen places a small kiss on his mouth. He doesn’t react, which isn’t surprising, so she tries again. She can feel how taken aback he is but he starts to reciprocate soon enough. He angles his mouth as she pushes her tongue past his teeth, his hands cup her face as she wraps her arms around his neck.
The flurry and fury of their movements push them up the stairs. Karen has never been more grateful for her one floor walk up. He gets the door open as she gets to work on getting his jacket off. He helps her out of hers with ease, his mouth never leaving hers.
Karen is trying to take it all in but it’s too much. The ridges of the scars on his skin that have stories and how she wants to know all of them. How strong he is, taking her shirt off with a gentle force she has never felt. How soft his hair is, how his beard feels so fucking good on her neck.
They fall into her bed, still partially clothed but Karen doesn’t mind, she’s content to just kiss him and hold him close to her.
His mouth leaves hers and Karen tries to reach for it but stops. It’s that stare of his again. But it’s different this time. She’s seen him vulnerable but never this vulnerable. He honestly looks terrified.
“Frank what is it? We can stop…”
“No. I want to. I want this... I just... when we’re not together... when I don’t see you... it scares me. And I tried to hide from that feeling all year. Karen don’t…”
She runs her hands through his hair and he frames her head with his.
“It’s okay. It’s okay Frank.”
Instinctually, her hand slides down to his chest. Over his fast beating heart.
“It’s safe. You’re safe.”
She reaches for his face, her finger tips brushing against his lips. He kisses her palm and she pulls him back in.
...
Frank is warm. A comfortable warm, not the searing kind that comes from his nightmares. Hands are wrapped around his head and his face is pressed against soft skin. Karen’s skin. This stillness, after all that transpired last night between them, is strangely comforting. As is her slow, deep breathing. And when she wakes up, a smile forming at the sight of him, he still wonders if this is all a dream.
“Morning.”
“Morning.”
“How do you feel?” Karen asks as she pushes away a strand of hair from his forehead.
“Happy.” Franks answers honestly.
“That’s good.”
“And safe.” Frank admits quietly.
“That’s exactly how I want you to feel.”
“I do. With you.”
“So do I.”
He reaches for her face, brushes the pad of his thumb on her cheek. For a brief, sudden moment he sees smoke and a bloody cut on Karen’s forehead. How close he came to losing her that day…
“I will come for you.”
Frank shakes away the memory and tries to focus on this one. He wants these kind of memories with Karen, not the ones filled with violence and open ended goodbyes.
“Is everything okay, Frank?”
“Look Karen… I want to be honest. I don’t want to lie to you anymore and… you should know why I called you.”
Frank pulls away from her and sits up against her headboard. Karen follows suit, pulling her comforter up.
“Okay.”
“I... want to be done. The Punisher… I want it to be over.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I won’t, uh, bore you with the details but… I was near death. About a month ago. I really don’t remember much but I wasn’t… planning to come back from this job. But I guess Curtis and Madani weren’t on board. They got me out and… I just remember cracks of light. From the car windows. And each time, I saw you. I honestly thought you had come with them. I kept wanting to let go though, finally be with… but you were there. Telling me to hold on. Cause there was another side to this. An… after. And I did. When I finally came to, I asked where you were. And yeah, I found out you weren’t really there but… it was real. And it got me through. And that was why I called. I want you there. But then you were ruthless... stomped on my heart... which I deserved... and I got scared. I’m still scared, Karen. But I don’t want to live without you anymore. And I don’t expect…”
Karen takes his hand, puts it in her lap. Whatever he was going to say next dies on his tongue.
“This is real, Frank. You know that, right?”
“I do.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
He leans in to kiss her and it is the sweetest touch he can muster. He hopes it is enough.
It was a hell of a journey for them to get to this point. And they still have a long way to go. But her heart is safe with him. And now his heart can be safe with her.
#kastlechristmas#kastlechristmas2k20#kastle#kastle fanfiction#meganerinff#frank castle#karen page#kastlenetwork#therestlessbrook#daredevil#the punisher#tell me where your heart is#I hope you enjoy it!
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I've read My breath is for holding 5 or 6 times already, but the passage about Moby Dick in the recroom always cracks me up:
“You’re giving the lady a book on dicks?” says another man. “Classy, dude.”
“It’s Moby Dick, asshole,” says Jackson. “It’s not porn, it’s boring.”
“Didn’t that have Captain Picard in it?” says Sanderson. “That was badass.”
That, ladies and gentlemen, is peak litterature (and I agree with Sanderson on this one 😅). But who am I kidding. All of @the-restless-brook 's Kastle fics are amazingly beautiful pieces of litterature I read every other month when I need a pick-me-up 😊
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Five Years Later
So the amazing @the-restless-brook did that fantastic In Death’s Dream Kingdom which handled the Snap much better than canon, but @fortysevenswrites and I talk, as we often (and to our own sanity’s detriment) do and this idea came up. What if the Snap happened as canon and what if Frank lost EVERYONE. No Karen or Curt or David or even that self-righteous prick, Red. It’s what Frank wanted right? For him to be what he was meant to be without endangering the people who LOVE him (even when he doesn’t want them to). What does going full Punisher for five years do to Frank? You know he hit the Avengers radar. Natasha shrugs it off ‘cuz if she goes after the Punisher, she has to go after Clint. Steve hates it, but the Punisher is helping bring back order even if he does it in a lethal manner and he is protecting the innocent. And then what happens after the Snap 2 when they all come back. Everyone Frank thought he’d lost because of the Snap are back. It’s a second chance he didn’t get with his family but can he come back from being Death Incarnate?
Just sayin’
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Gardens & Flower Shops & Plant Parenting, Oh My!
Happy Friday!
I am a very new Plant Mama, so I have really enjoyed reading plant fics during quarantine! Here are a few of my favorites in no particular order:
Title: flowers on the windowsill
Author: therestlessbrook
Ship: Frank Castle/Karen Page (The Punisher)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Words: 2,993
Summary: Frank keeps leaving her flowers.
emmatheficreccer: This is a lovely Post Punisher S2 fic in which Frank keeps bringing Karen flowers :)
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Title: growing on me
Author: poindextears / @sincerelyreidburke
Ship: Derek “Nursey” Nurse/William “Dex” Poindexter (Check Please!)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Words: 5,467
Summary: That’s it. Will is going to kill his neighbor. Derek may be beautiful, but sharing this garden is not working out.
“Derek!”
Derek pokes his curly head out the window of his apartment. “Are you seriously yelling at me from the backyard?”
Will whirls around on his heel. “Your sweet peas are choking out my snap peas!”
emmatheficreccer: This is such a sweet fic in which Nursey and Dex are neighbors and share a garden!
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Title: Always and Always
Author: buckyjerkbarnes
Ship: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes (MCU)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Words: 17,233
Summary: “I always liked daisies,” Sam confessed, only after Clint admitted he had a fond admiration for lavender and Wanda said she loved baby’s breath.“I’m growing those,” Bucky told Sam. Sam took a long sip of his drink, face smoothing over. “I’m deathly allergic.”
emmatheficreccer: This is a post Civil War recovery fic about Bucky healing by growing things :) and learning the language of flowers to woo Steve :) it is very pure, very soft <3
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Title: blooming days
Author: fruitys
Ship: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn (The Untamed)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Words: 6,857
Summary: “Who are you?” Wei Ying asks, inanely, like an idiot. The man does not bother to answer this question. “I have other deliveries to make,” he says. “Would you mind taking the flowers?”
“Oh,” Wei Ying says again. He takes the flowers. “Thank you. Are you part of the special delivery package?”
The man’s perfect eyebrows furrow slightly. “I’m sorry?”
“The delivery package,” Wei Ying says. He puts on his best flirtatious smile. He’s been told that he is very good at smiling like that. “You know, like a bonus. I’ve never met a delivery person who is prettier than his flowers.”
(Or: Lan Zhan is a florist and Wei Ying is the guy who keeps getting things delivered to him.)
emmatheficreccer: This fic is so cute!! Always makes me laugh and smile because these two are so dumb (affectionate).
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Title: and the desert blooms
Author: treescape / @treescape
Ship: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker (The Mandalorian)
Rating: General Audiences
Words: 4,540
Summary: And that’s how Din finds himself clicking through garden stores on Google Maps about twenty minutes later, because he can’t exactly go home and look his three-year-old in the eye if he abandons the damn plant.
The nearest Home Depot is about ten klicks away, but there’s a little flower shop just down the street from Outer Rim Security. The name Desert Blooms gleams up at him from the screen of his desktop, and it gives Din an oddly good feeling.
Or, Cara rescues plants from unsuspecting coworkers. Din nurses them back to health. Luke owns a flower shop.
emmatheficreccer: Din is so cute in this fic, bringing dying flowers to Luke’s flower shop :)
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If there is a Plant Fic that you love, send it my way! I’d love to check it out. Also be sure to leave a Kudos and/or Comment for these lovely authors if you check out and love these fics! If you think i should do a part 2 for Plant Fics, let me know!!
Love always,
Emma
#Plant Fic#Fic Recs#Dinluke#Wangxian#Stucky#nurseydex#kastle#look..... it's about the symbolism....... the tender care required to grow something... *chef's kiss*#the mandalorian#the untamed#mcu#the punisher#check please!
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Assorted fic recs
(this is all of my recs so far that I haven’t yet posted, sorted by fandom)
(what I like to read is not always consistent in mood/tone/theme/etc., ratings vary from T to E, these go from 5k to 2m words, and please read the tags if you do check out these wonderful fics)
Hunger Games
Smiles and Promises by kawuli
My World's On Fire (How 'Bout Yours?): District 2 at War by kawuli, lorata, penfold, Xanify
We Must Be Killers: Tales from District 2 by lorata (main works are #1, 2, 5, 8, 15, 27, and 46 which is the start of ‘my world’s on fire’)
I wanna see you be brave by lorata
It Comes With a Price by deathmallow
A Song of Ice and Fire / Game of Thrones (see my other post too under /tagged/fic+recs )
But the wolf is always there by dwellingondreams / @dwellordream
I lack the patience to haunt / Instead, I hunt by dwellingondreams / @dwellordream
Harry Potter
Barbed Wire, Grass Crown by dwellingondreams / @dwellordream
all waiting is long by shuofthewind
There is Nothing to Fear by Callmesalticidae
where you'll find your real friends (Slytherin AUs) by aletterinthenameofsanity
we must unite inside her walls or we'll crumble from within by dirgewithoutmusic
face death in the hope by LullabyKnell
I Know Not, and I Cannot Know; Yet I Live and I Love by billowsandsmoke
The secret language of plants by Endrina
neither lost nor found by kuchikopi, tonberrys
Sarcasm and Slytherin & Harry Potter and the Secrets of Vipers Part 2 by Sunmoonandstars / anonymousmagpie
souls touch, and the future changes & the ties that bind by Sunmoonandstars / anonymousmagpie
The Prince of Slytherin by TheSinister_Man
Of a Linear Circle by flamethrower / @deadcatwithaflamethrower
I rose from marsh mud by cassiopeia721
Animorphs
Portraits from the Revolution by Callmesalticidae, shadow_wasserson
Avatar: The Last Airbender
firebender!Jet by suzukiblu
What Is and What Shouldn't Be by BitterPill
Boomerangs and Rainbows by mindbending
Two Drama Queens Loose on a Shirshu by mindbending
Dragon of the Yuyan by AwkwardPenguin
Flow Like Fire by aleangreenmeanmachine
Hamilton (musical)
it feels more like a memory by savrenim
The Old Guard
The Key of Solomon by qqueenofhades / @qqueenofhades
Naruto
Until their leaves fall off by stereden
what's the procedure? by spideywhiteys
the bridge that always burns behind us by elumish
in dreams you follow (but I dream in the dark) by blackkat / @blackkatmagic
The Witcher
to grow in adversity by soulykins
Marvel (various)
a world unending by therestlessbrook
that prison au by therestlessbrook
Maggie Fitzgerald and the Saltwater Drip by antistar_e (kaikamahine)
Silver and Gold by scioscribe
tin soldiers by idrilka
The Making of Monsters by shuofthewind
The Last Archangel by inukagome15, alatarmaia4 (+ Supernatural TV)
Antichrist Verse by Crescent_Blues
The Teenage Vigilante's Guide by candlesneedflame / @dumbbitchnumberone
Narnia
The Stone Gryphon by rthstewart
this is a story about wolves by underscored
Temeraire
These Idiots by WerewolvesAreReal
The Life and Times by the_glow_worm
#the hunger games#asoiaf#hp#atla#naruto#witcher#marvel#narnia#temeraire series#i won't name very writer here#but they're the best#fic recs
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For the author recs! ninzied, fortysevens, and therestlessbrook
this! is! impossible!! but i’ll try my best lol
ninzied / @ninzied
okay i’m a liar this one is actually easy, bc while everything nina writes is pure gold, this space for regrets, only BLEW ME THE FUCK AWAY and i have still not recovered. this fic is a true masterclass in executing a premise to perfection aka a 17k christmas carol au that takes us along frank’s emotional arc of healing and finding an after with the help of some of the women in his life. the writing is achingly gorgeous, the various relationships are all pitch perfect and solidified my desire to see nina rewrite the entirety of s2, and i cried multiple times while reading so there’s that! GO READ IMMEDIATELY IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY.
fortysevens / @fortysevenswrites
GAHHH so many to love, but i’ve gotta go with not the same. this fic beautifully pays tribute to maria while simultaneously showcasing how frank is able to move on. the entire concept is so unique, and kathryn brilliantly balances humor with the more tender moments while exploring frank’s guilt, acceptance, and ultimately his love for both of these women in his life. A TRUE GEM AHHHH MY HEART IS OVERFLOWING WITH WARMTH JUST THINKING ABOUT IT AGAIN.
therestlessbrook / @the-restless-brook
okay okay okay i know we all love iddk and the prison au AND FOR GOOD REASON THEY ARE NOVEL-LENGTH MASTERPIECES buuuuut after much deliberation i think i have to choose go slow, i’ve fallen behind, aka the time loop au that lives rent free in my brain at all times. seriously, i just checked my ao3 history and i’ve re-read this fic TWENTY THREE TIMES hahaha i obviously like it a normal amount. brook takes a concept that could easily swing gimmicky and transforms it into something that feels like it’s canon. i seriously have to remind myself i’m reading an au bc it just works so well??? and it features all of the things i love about her writing: spot-on characterization, a fantastic blend of dark humor and gravity as frank grapples with how to break free from the time loop, and an exploration of frank’s psyche as he realizes what he’s fighting for. showstopping brilliant 10/10 etc etc etc.
Send me the names of three (3) fic authors and I’ll share my favorite stories by each them
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I want to nominate YOU (I have reread your neighbor!AU fic so many times this year), @donnajosh for some of the funniest and touching gifs I’ve ever scene, @ngoveronicas for unabashedly fawning over all members of the old guard, @therestlessbrook for ALL the kastle content, and @lacetulle for all the pretty pretty dresses
Thank you so much babe! 💕
@donnajosh @ngoveronicas @therestlessbrook you’ve all been nominated as well! ❤️
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The first of my #quarantinereads! Frank and Karen living through the Snap is an idea that had never crossed my mind, but even if it had, I never would have been able to do it justice the way therestlessbrook has. It is so delightfully in character, and explores the relationship between Frank and Karen and how that relationship fits into what basically amounts to a post-apocalyptic world where the Avengers also exist. There are moments of warmth and humor that balance out the tension and violence very well. It’s 100k of goodness.
#quarantine reads#the punisher#kastle#frank castle#karen page#mcu#fanfiction#fic rec#this is not a new fic to me but it might be to someone else#and that's sort of the point of quarantine reads#and also it gives me a reason other than being lazy to reread my bookmarks
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Looking for a fic, any fic, where Frank has to dress up for any event. Help?
Man, there’s so many. Um, these were the first ones that flashed in my mind.
let the tide swallow me whole | by: therestlessbrook | rated: eHe’s in a suit. A good suit. Sharp lines and crisp edges. He has a short beard and his face is unbruised.She hasn’t seen him since the hospital room. Since he left with that kid. She hasn’t said his name in months, not since she murmured, Good luck, Frank.And yet, here he is. Standing in front of her, a bottle of beer in his hand. “Get you a drink?” he asks quietly.(Or, Karen goes undercover at a dating auction.)
This Is The New Year | by: goddamnitkastlewrites | rated: gThis black tie might as well be a goddamn noose.
you should see me in a crown | by:soixantecroissants | by: m“Rule number one on the job,” said Curtis, with a great deal more patience than Frank strictly deserved. “You gotta learn how to stand still in a suit.”
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when you get this you have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)
Yikes! Called out! 5?
1. I'm empathetic. Helps in my job as a social services coordinator. I like that people trust me to help them.
2. I love to read. I like being a bookworm. It's allowed me to learn a lot while escaping into other worlds in my mind.
3. I'm fairly low maintenance. That makes my life easier and I like that.
4. I'm a pretty decent cook. 9 years volunteering/running a Soup Kitchen under the tutelage of many cooks has taught me a lot. On the other hand, I no longer know how to cook for anything less than 30 people.
5.... Ummm... I'm loyal. And I am good at de-escalating, or calling out bullies. I have no problem telling strangers to knock it off and stop being an ass. It might be a NYC thing.
Calling out the following:
#darlingshane#therestlessbrook#kteague#carry-the-sky#bottledbliss#aprilarudite#evilbunnyking#eduardo#ninzied#glycerinclown
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Rules: Tag 9 people who you want to know better/catch up with and then answer these questions
I was tagged by the lovely @amandamonroe. Thank you! 😘
3 Ships:
Charloe (Revolution)
Kastle (The Punisher)
Dramione (Harry Potter)
I'm not sure how but I feel like there's a theme here..
Last Song: “Broadway Here I Come” by Jeremy Jordan (Now and again I keep listening to the songs from the TV series Smash, but also just hearing Jeremy Jordan sing is just amazing in itself)
Last Movie: A Long Way Down
Currently Reading: Uhm it’s a Kastle fanfic called My Breath Is For Holding by therestlessbrook. Loving it so far! ♥️
Currently Watching: Started watching Community and I'm surprised why this doesn't have like a million seasons because it's hilarious 👌🏽
Currently Craving: always craving phulauri. It's immensely delicious. Now thinking about that also makes me crave bara and lumpias.. Highly recommend it to everyone ^^
I will tag: @overwhelmingtide @claclm @luminex3 @thestateofardadreaming @puresteph @hotmesslovesickcrackhead @professionaldumbasss @equusgirl @jaqofspades
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Ding ding ding- Now you gotta face Round 2, #1-16 ;) if you're up for the fight (and if ya /really/ gotta procrastinate) Also oh my god Wade said "Spank Me Daddy" to Frank??? This is utter GOLD!
ROUND TWO, FITE!!!
Also, thank you lol.
1 (What inspires you to write): My unyielding internal drive of “GOTTA DO IT GOTTA DO IT GOTTA DO IT” (thank you OCD/ADHD).
And, outside of that, I only write what I genuinely love writing. Music also helps me come up with ideas.
2 (What motivates you to write): See above answer. I just... like getting stuff done. *shrugs*
3 (Three favorite authors): Online? @leo-writer, @chromecutie, @in-real-life-there-is-no-algebra, @myletternevercame, and therestlessbrook on Ao3. (yeah that’s more than three but idc.)
Offline? Rick Riordan’s always been high on the list for me, as has Margaret Peterson Haddix.
4 (3 authors influential to my work): Rick Riordan has definitely been an inspiration in not being afraid to go large scale with my projects, and also for being inclusive with representation.
I also take a lot of inspiration and direction from fanfics I read because each author does something a little different. Again, the restlessbrook on Ao3 is a big one, as is the LOVE OF MY LIFE AND INSPIRATION Q U E E N @leo-writer sdfksdjlfjsdlfkj.
5 (How long have you written): Started at 14, did it consistently since 17.
6 (How has writing changed you): It’s made more open-minded to things, compared to where I was at world-view-wise as a teenager.
7 (Early influences in writing): Star Wars the Clone Wars and reading The 39 Clues bookseries. Those were my jam as a kid/teen.
8 (What time are you most productive): Dependent on my ADHD, but I can usually work at any time of day.
9 (Do you set deadlines): As I need to. I’ve previously uploaded once a week and done fine with that, but if I’m working on a bigger piece or need to take time for life or my health, I do.
10 (How do you do researching): There’s not a lot I research, actually (oops). Anything mental health related, I base off my own experiences or check Mayo Clinic’s website. More nuanced stuff (like with the coke withdrawals for The Literal Crack Fic) I’ll search for based on symptoms I need to include, interactions I need to consider with medications, and any other medical aspects I need to consider (healing periods, withdrawal periods, etc) I’ll pop into Google, then use medical text resources or sites that specifically deal with the thing I’m looking for (American Psychology Association, and for the coke one I went to a lot of addiction related sites). Culture or food related, I usually just skim Wikipedia.
11 (Do you listen to music while writing): Sometimes. I’m more liable to put a gameplay on YouTube or listen to ASMR.
12 (Favorite place to write): Anywhere I won’t be distracted.
13 (Hardest character to write): Wade Wilson or Nathan Summers. I never feel like I do them justice.
14 (Easiest character to write): Is it cheating if I say the CHC Reader? Is that cheating? Am I cheating?
If we’re talking a non-reader character, probably Piotr.
15 (Hardest verse to write): Marvel is difficult just because the number of characters and canons to work with are just... so many.
Haven’t branched out much besides that.
16 (Easiest verse to write): Again, I really only write Marvel, so... yeah.
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let the tide swallow me whole
Since I’m piggybacking, there is no one better than the amazing @the-restless-brook who wrote let the tide swallow me whole for kastlesmutweek.
#kastlesmutweek#kastle#karen x frank#kastlenetwork#kastle aesthetic#kastleedit#kastleff#therestlessbrook#fortysevenwrites#better be writing :)#you should be writing#i should be writing#we all should be writing#i think i had too much coffee today#but it was sooo good
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Ok my absolute fave is “walk together with our hands up in the sky” by alchemistique on ao3. Plus pretty much anything by therestlessbrooke. Also Office Space by skasis. I could go on...
omg you’re a gem, thank you so much!!! i’ve just finished “my breath is for holding” by therestlessbrook, and my gosh she is amazing! i can’t wait for the next update. i’m gonna get onto these fics asap, tysm once again
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