Audrey has always known what to expect from Bellwood. A quiet little town where everyone knows everyone, life moves slowly, and nothing ever happens. After leaving New York behind, coming home and starting over should have been exactly what she needed. Until, in the middle of a snowstorm, a stranger moves into the house across the street. Frank Castle didn't come to Bellwood to start over. He came to disappear. But disappearing is easier when no one notices you. And Audrey has a way of making that impossible. She knows nothing about the man next door. Not where he came from. Not what he's running from. And certainly not what he's capable of. Some wars follow you wherever you go. And some people make you want to stop running.

Sometimes a fresh start isn't as simple as leaving the past behind. A new city. A new apartment. A stranger across the hall. What starts as a simple new beginning slowly turns into something neither of them expected. But some secrets have a way of finding you... This is a slow-burn story, so please be patient with their relationship! 🖤 I'll be trying to post 1-2 chapters a day whenever I can. Disclaimer: This is my first ever story, so please be kind! I'm still learning and improving as I write. Constructive feedback is always welcome. 🫶 Slow Burn • Romance • Angst • Marvel Fanfiction • Frank Castle x Reader • Modern Setting

Lucy Birdsong knows tragedy by heart. By day, she teaches Shakespeare to undergrads at Brooklyn College, spends her nights beneath stage lights, and takes the last ferry home to an apartment she can barely afford on Staten Island. Her next door neighbor is another kind of tragedy entirely. Frank Castle is older, cold, rude, and impossible to read. He keeps strange hours, rarely speaks unless it's to tell her to keep the noise down, and has an unsettling habit of appearing in the hallway just when she thinks she's alone. She tells herself he's none of her business. Then again, Shakespeare always did have something to say about doomed romances. "The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance." - The Tempest

indomitus: Untamed; untamable; fierce "He's going to get you killed." "I might be okay with that." Season 2 Daredevil

Five years of love. Five years of lies. After discovering the betrayal that shattered everything she thought she knew, she leaves her old life behind and disappears into a city where no one knows her name. No family. No friends. No history. Just a new apartment, a fresh start, and the promise that this time, she comes first. Until she meets her neighbors. One is cold, distant, and anything but welcoming. Something is unsettling about him-something she can't quite place. He keeps his distance, yet somehow always seems to know when she's around. The other is everything the first isn't. Warm. Charming. Attentive. The kind of man who makes starting over feel less lonely. Two neighbors. Two very different temptations. And one woman determined never to lose herself to a man again. But secrets have a way of finding you-even when you run from them. And when the walls between them begin to fall, she'll have to decide who deserves her trust... And whether either man is telling her the truth. Because sometimes the most dangerous person isn't the one who makes your heart race. It's the one who already knows how to break it.

At thirty-six, he's a lethal ghost who views her strictly as an assignment. At twenty-one, she's a reckless scientist who refuses to be told when to breathe. He's supposed to keep her safe and keep his distance. Instead, she's ruining his detachment, and he's realizing some lines are meant to be broken.

"I owe you a black eye and two kisses" - Moderately based on The Punisher Series and Daredevil. What happens when Melanie's strangely quiet neighbor shows up at his door bruised, bloodied, and barely standing just as she's leaving for her night shift. As a nurse, she can't walk away. As his neighbor, she probably should.

Elena is starting over, a new apartment, her first brutal rotation as a medical intern and a clear boundary between her past and future. But her father's best friend, Frank Castle, a scarred enforcer with a dark past and a terrifying jawline, refuses to stay in the background where he belongs. He hides behind cold glances, sharp insults, and the moniker "Kid" to mask the forbidden hunger consuming him, until a dimly lit lounge shatters years of self-control in one uninhibited, anonymous night. Now, with the line between duty and desire burned to ash, Frank faces a choice that could destroy them both. Because keeping her safe means exposing his darkest secrets and stopping himself from taking the only woman he was never supposed to touch.

She knows him as Jon. Quiet. Mysterious. Protective. The kind of man who never talks about where he goes at night and always seems to have a reason for disappearing. To her, Jon is just a complicated man with a secretive job. She has no idea he is also Frank Castle. And she definitely doesn't know he's a hitman. Jon has spent years living a life built on lies, violence, and secrets. He's good at what he does, and he's learned never to get emotionally attached to anyone. Then he meets her. What starts as an innocent friendship slowly becomes something neither of them can ignore. Stolen glances turn into late-night conversations. Conversations turn into lingering touches. And eventually, Frank finds himself wanting something he's never allowed himself to have a normal life. With her. But loving her means putting her in danger. Because secrets don't stay buried forever. And when the woman falling in love with "Jon" discovers that the man she trusts is also Frank Castle a professional killer she has to decide whether the man she fell for is worth the truth he spent so long hiding. She knows Jon. She doesn't know Frank. And she has no idea what he's capable of.

Allie has lived next door to Jon for as long as she can remember. He's always been just... there, the quiet house beyond the fence line, the man who keeps to himself, the one who never quite joins the rest of the world. Now she's freshly twenty-one, and everything feels different. He's thirty-five, a retired actor who left Hollywood behind for a quieter life, and he still doesn't belong to anyone, or at least that's what he seems to want people to believe. But distance has a way of changing shape when you've spent years growing up just out of reach of someone.