Punisher Prompt Post #1

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This post is for prompts involving any characters from Netflix's Punisher.

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Fill: Post S1 Frank/Matt, Matt's abusive ex - part 1

[(Anonymous)]

A plate smashes. Again.

It's completely expected, but that doesn't stop Matt from flinching. It's so reminiscent of Mark, and Tom, and God, Stick-- This is why he doesn't do relationships.

After Elektra, he wrote off women for a long time, even as he skipped around from one one-night-stand to the next. But he was still hopeful. Still needy. So he tried with men, over and over again.

After Mark, he stopped. Foggy was beginning to ask questions about the marks - heh - all over his body, on his face and wrists and places that couldn't be covered. He was the third one in a row, and Matt just-- Matt couldn't. It was too much.

He had stopped.

But time made him complacent. He still expects violence from Foggy sometimes, and yet somehow, he forgot. Forgot the reality that Stick explained to him, forgot Sticks rules, his own rules. He met a man that he felt awe and respect for, man that got him in a way that even Elektra couldn't, man that he had convinced to put down his guns, that had been broken in and built himself from the ruins just like Matt. It was so easy, to fall into his arms.

And now here Matt was, listening to porcelanie breaking and reminiscenting about his exes.

With a final swallow, Matt squares his shoulders and gets up. He can't hide in the bedroom forever. The only way out is through.

He approaches the ball of fury in his kitchen slowly.

"Frank." He has to do it.

"Don't talk to me right now, Red," he hisses through his teeth. It's good advice.

It will be worse if he waits. "You're angry."

"Oh, am I?! I swear to God, if you're here to convince me--"

"I'm not." He isn't.

An ugly chuckle rips out of Franks chest. "We haven't met yesterday, Red."

No, they haven't, but they'd never been in this situation before. So it makes sense that Frank would expect cowardace from Matt. The assumption stings.

Matt bears it. He can bear a lot.

"I'm not," he repeats. "I won't fight. Just keep the damage under my clothes, okay? Please."

Frank turns to him so fast the air has to play catch up.

"What?"

Fill: Post S1 Frank/Matt, Matt's abusive ex - part 2

[(Anonymous)]

Frank stares. He replays what he just heard in his mind, and it still says the same.

It doesn't make sense. He must have misheard.

"Please," Red repeats helpfully. "I won't fight."

"You won't fight," Frank repeats dully.

"No." Red gives out a shufering exhale, and then swallows. Visibly stops himself from squirming. "Just-- please let me keep it hidden. People'll ask questions."

Frank looks at him closely. He's pale. He stands in the middle of his ruined kitchen, arms at his sides, fists open. His upper body is completely relaxed, so completely that it looks deliberate. His eyes are wide and- scared, what the fuck--

He takes a step towards his boyfriend. Matt doesn't step back.

He grips his arms. Matt doesn't flinch.

He just... stands there. Passive. Submissive.

A lamb ready for slaughter.

Frank wants to vomit. "I'm not going to hit you, Red." Matt mods. He doesn't look like he believes him. "Do you want to fuck me, first?"

"No." Frank will vomit, or he will kill someone-- that's not helpful. He has to be gentle here. He breathes through the fury. He can see spots before his eyes-- he involuntarly tightens his grip, and Matt gasps.

Frank jumps back as if burned. It moves the broken dishes behind him. Loudly.

Frank suddenly hates himself for the mess. Hates himself for losing his grip like that, for being a fucking brute, someone who could be assumed to be a piece of shit that would resolve to domestic violence, because of course he could.

Frank knew people that did this. Plenty of people that did this. It was an open secret in the army that soldiers stayed violent after coming back. Part of the PTSD, people said. Frank always thought that was bullshit, but just in case, he decided he would never do that. If he couldn't control himself, he'd divorce his wife, keep away from his kids, and write letters to them to ease the trauma of having their father abandon them, seemingly not love them.

He had it all planned out.

And now here he was, throwing a tantrum in his boyfriends home. The one space that was supposed to feel safe to him. Of course Matt would expect that Frank would hit him next.

Frank locks the realisation that he was a piece of shit just like all the others at the back of his mind – for later, when he had the time to feel sorry for himself. Matt was still standing before him.

"Hey. Hey," he puts only one arm around his boyfriend, as gently as he can. He hopes it's reassuring. "Let's move to the bedroom, yeah? We'll talk."

Matt nods, and then follows obediently as Frank guides him, shoulders hunched. Somewhere between the third step and the fith, Frank has the realisation that maybe bedroom wasn't a great answer to are you going to fuck me, but they're already moving. He doesn't want to disorient Matt more than he thinks he already is.

He sits Matt on the bed, then sits next to him, arm still around his back.

"Tell me who did this to you."

Fill: Post S1 Frank/Matt, Matt's abusive ex - part 3

[(Anonymous)]

"Tell me who did this to you."

Matt twists his hands. Franks voice is level, but his vitals are all over the place, and Matt doesn't know what to think about it.

Still, there's only one answer. "Everyone."

Franks heart and lungs do something funny. "Everyone?"

He doesn't want to admit this. That doesn't matter though. He shrugs. "Everyone I've ever been with," he clarifies. "You wouldn't be the first. I can take it."

Maybe that's the problem, though. Maybe that's why Frank's asking. Tom had been like that – he always said, Who wants a boyfriend that's used? Tom was always beligerent about that. Matt can't really fault him him for that; he doesn't know an answer that doesn't condemn him. He couldn't fault Frank either, if he wanted a virginal canvas.

"Tell me their names."

Oh. Oh, no. Matt's going to draw the line here. It's one thing to drop a boyfriend for not being a virgin. It's another to go on a killing spree erasing all your predecessors to feel like you're first all over again. Frank's just going to have to settle for being especially brutal.

"I don't remember," he tells him stubbornly.

He tenses, expecting a hit.

(He relaxes his muscles just as quickly. Experience taught him a long time ago that the damage is far worse when his body doesn't give to the momentum.)

(He doesn't always have the luxury of doing this in combat. But here, he can.)

(Probably.)

"You don't remember. Red, you do remember. Tell me their names.)

He can't. He won't.

"I don't remember."

"You do. You do, Red, and those bastards don't deserve to live a second more that they already did. They deserve to pay interest on every hour between now and then, because I would have killed them the moment they raised a hand on you. Tell me."

Matt keeps himself from reaching behind and grabbing the bedsheets into fists with the last shred of will. Red. Frank keeps calling him that, Red, Daredevil. And he is. The press calls him the man without fear.

He closes his eyes.

"No."