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Defenders Prompt Post #1
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Defenders-only Discussion Post
This post is for prompts involving everyone in Netflix's The Defenders! Crossovers between anyone in the four individual shows should go here. Prompts only including characters from one show should still go on the relevant show prompt post.
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Fill: Suicide is Painless, It brings on many changes (5/?)
Author: StarWindDancer
Pairing: Frank Castle/Matt Murdock, Danny Rand/Colleen Wing, Defenders together!
Warnings: Explicit. Major character deaths ahead.
Quick author's note: I'm working on it, got 85% done and really in need of a beta. My e-mail is starwinddancer at yahoo dot com
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It was easier to convince Rand of what was happening between Murdock and Castle then it was to persuade Cage. Jones wasn’t sure she totally believed him but it was obvious something was going on. As long as she could tag along and punch things, repeatedly, they could mumbo-jumbo their hearts out. Cage seemed to be on more of her side of the fence.
The immortal Iron Fist, however, seemed to have a bit of knowledge on the hokus-pocus that was connecting the two vigilantes. He’d pulled Murdock back into the bedroom, with the DD gym bag, to talk in low whispers. They sat in a meditation pose, Rand wrapped partially around the older man. A glowing hand stroking through messy brown locks.
Too weird for her tastes. So, she’d closed the door, running Cage through what she’d found and what she planned.
The two ninja members of their happy little band emerged much later. When she was contemplating if she wanted to wash the lunch dishes or not. Apparently, her fridge held enough to make a couple sandwiches for them all before heading out. The bottomless pit of Iron would be hungry after that little talk.
DD was in uniform with one of the spare hoodies that Cage kept leaving behind over its glaring red. The hoodie only had two bullet holes in it so it was still good after a wash. Next to him, Iron Fist was dressed in his own hoodie. The yellow buff he used to cover the lower half of his face around his neck, ready to pull up. Luke Cage in his usual hoodie & t-shirt, they made quite the matching set.
"Let's go rescue us an asshole," Jessica says, as she dons her leather jacket and scarf. Unlike the others, she likes looking the part of a BAMF.
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There is death in the sky.
It looks like a long, lazy sunset. All reds and purples. Oranges and blues. Streaks of it reaching to the horizon above their head. Even the sound of it is full of longing and harmonious.
Castle turns from the apocalypse to the man at his side in the end of it all.
His fingers slot around Murdock's head. Cupping lightly so he doesn't block those sensitive ears. The ragged callus on his thumb catching on the delicate ridge as it traces that lovely curve. He presses their foreheads together, his nose filled with the musky scent of the slightly shorter man. Their close bodies, their breath sharing the same space, the same heat between them.
"All that death, all those live, Frank?" Murdock said. His lips whisper quiet, so near Castle's own.
"It doesn't matter. It's done," Castle murmurs back.
"I can hear their prayers," Murdock said. "I can hear them dying."
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight. Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay. And you, my father, there on the sad height, curse, bless, me now with your
what comfort he can in the last moments of the world. "Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
Their silent ashes drifting through voiceless streets.
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Frank Castle typically didn't leave behind live ones. He is pretty through in his killing. No civilians, no women, no kids as he scorches the earth of those he goes after. So, it was a bit of a surprise to get to the biker bar slash biker garage and find it occupied with bikers rather than morticians & police. Probably because the gang wanted to keep their illegal activities on the down low, the bodies had been stashed away and the remaining bikers were holed up to lick their wounds.
The immortal Iron Fist stood before the garage door, stretching his neck side to side, breathing deep. The calm rolled over him, from his head to his toes. Centered. Ready. The golden glow moving slowly from his center, his chi flowing from his core into his hand as water flows from a faucet into a bowl. His fingers stretched and flexed, ready for the upcoming fight.
One blow, the door splinters into the garage and the fight is on.
“We should be in there,” DD said, a moment later.
“Yeah, and how many fingers am I holding up?” Jones said. Her fist directly in his face with only the middle one showing.
DD gave a cry, jerking back, curling in on himself. His arms covering his torso. Protecting it as he dropped to his knees with a cry.
She kicked him in the leg, then jerked him back up to standing in a piercing grip. “What about now?”
“Er, sorry. Took two to the chest. Castle’s going after the gunman now,” DD said. Uncurling himself then rubbing at his arm where she grabbed him. “They shot Karen.” Sadness in his voice.
“Don’t worry, devilboy. We’re getting close,” Jones said. She grabs an escaping blockhead and tosses him back at the melee in the bar. Damn, it looked like Danny and Cage were having fun. How did she draw the short straw?
Right, because she was the only one who noticed that DD wandered off while they were on their little hike to the bar. While they had veered left on 9th Ave, DD had just out-right turned left and walked along a street that only he could see. A street that didn't exist that was covering up the real street with a different orientation and that real construction site.
He'd gotten himself trapped behind a mesh fence like a funnel fish trap. He couldn't see the fence nor could he "see" the fence with his senses. Instead, he'd just waited there, hanging onto the fence, waiting to be rescued by his friends. If Jones suspected him of crying in frustration, well, that was a secret she was taking to the grave. Murdock was one of the strongest men she'd known, but everyone was allowed their off day.
Instead, Jones had grabbed his hand, leading him out of the trap and back onto the street of oblivious New Yorkers who were too busy with their own shit.
This meant it was her job to baby-sit the haggard vigilante while the chaos dip-$#!+$ had all the fun. Though sit was probably a good option. Jones had to grab and physically put DD by her side like he was an unruly kitten. He even did the hissing thing. It was adorable... at least to someone who was a friend.
Once the fighting wound down, Cage yelled through the door that there was a man that'd like to talk with them. Jones had stormed in first, kicking away bodies to make sure to clear a path for the man following her.
Or who was supposed to be following her.
Jones rolled her eyes at the fool before going back to get him, dragging him into the bar like the unruly kitten he was. (Fucking hell, she liked that the image of him. A surly, feral kitten indeed.) Hissing included.
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Re: Fill: Suicide is Painless, It brings on many changes (5/?)