Prompt: “He looked at you like he’d just remembered what love is.”
A/N: So here’s the dealio, since I don’t get access to The 100 season five premiere until tomorrow, I need something to do to distract me from looking at spoilers; this is that distraction. I loved this scene in the show, just the look on Frank’s face and the odd vulnerability we see in his eyes - I can’t. I am also a shipper of Kastle (because… come on!) and while this isn’t Frank and Karen, this imagine is sort of based off their relationship.
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It was something Frank was met to die with, his feelings for you. Because ultimately his life was a danger in itself, not only for him but for everyone who got close to him and he just could not take that risk. And if he was being honest, with the life he led, it seemed that he’d die a lot sooner than you would.
That’s how it was suppose to be.
Frank would silently watch over you, even in the mess of everything and you’d continue on with your normal, day-to-day life unaware. He knew you often, if not always, wondered where he was or when you’d see him next. And Frank always told himself ‘this’ll be the last time’, but it never was because despite knowing what he knew, he just couldn’t help himself.
You would live a normal life, Frank reminded himself, to stop the urges. You would find another man, fall in love, be a happy family and grow old together. You didn’t need the tragedy that seemed to follow Frank around and you certainly didn’t need the danger that came with it.
That’s what should’ve happened. What was meant to happen. But things never did work in Frank’s advantage, they never had from the moment he joined the marines to when he lost his family and now… having to pretend the man he’d been was dead.
But your screams told otherwise.
“This has got nothing to do with her.”
“This has got everything to do with her,” Billy smirked, pressing the knife against your neck tighter and tighter until small drops of blood began leaking down your neck. You whimpered, frightful eyes upon Frank with a certain desperation.
In a fight, Frank was lethal. He didn’t let anything or anyone get in his way and any bad person that crossed his path was promptly killed. There were no second chances - there was no forgiveness.
Around you, however, he’d melt. Maybe melt was the right word - soften up? Nonetheless, you held a weakness over him, one that he couldn’t and didn’t want to shake.
But when you were in danger, when your life was threatened - Frank was ruthless.
“Let her go, Billy.” Frank mumbled, pacing in his spot - rocking. “Let her go.”
“Let me go, then,” Billy countered, taking a step back and dragging you with him. Frank’s fists clenched when he saw you stumble. “Y/N’s my leverage here, Frankie. You let me go free and i’ll leave her alone.”
With one quick, swift moment, the knife that had been up and against your throat was gone and in your shoulder. You let out a blood-curling scream as Billy twisted the knife in your shoulder, your eyes snapping shut. The moment your screaming seized, you bit your lip, desperate to stop your whimpers from echoing out - you didn’t want to give Billy that satisfaction.
Since the man had had you in his grasps, he seemed to enjoy your sufferings - laughing even. This was already bad enough, being the damned damsel in distress, you weren’t going to give him the pleasure of hearing you cry.
The gun Frank had had pointed in front of him dropped the moment you cried, a grunt leaving his lips. It almost seemed like he was surrendering, letting Billy go, which confused you more than anything. Did you matter that much to him?
Knowing Frank was a man of few words when angered, Billy ripped the knife out of your shoulder, eliciting another cry (though subdued) and shoved you forward, taking this as his chance. You stumbled over your own two feet, falling to your knees before Frank caught you. The moment you felt his arms wrap around you, you felt the butt of the gun hit your hip and your eyes fell on Frank in alarm.
Holding you against his chest, Frank held your head close to him with one hand before using the other to take shots at Billy. You couldn’t see but a grunt alerted you that at least Frank had managed to get one hit - though that didn’t seem to stop him, and Frank continued to shoot until his gun ran out of bullets.
Billy, you knew without looking, had gotten away.
Silence echoed, Frank’s heavy breathing and the soft sound of your whimpers the only things that could be heard. You felt more than anything as Frank’s hand left the back of your head, the gun in his other clattering to the ground as he cupped both your cheeks.
Time seemed to slow, and it was then that you saw the concern and absolute fear that flooded his gaze. The tears you’d been holding back now freely ran down your cheeks, the terror getting to you only know as you stared back at those concerned eyes - concerned for you.
Frank’s thumb swiped across your cheek, wiping a tear that had ran free. Your hands came up beside you, falling on Frank’s arms as you both teetered in your crouched position.
You nodded, swallowing thickly. Frank nodded, as if to reassure himself and let his forehead fall against your own. You took a deep breath, “it hurts.” You whispered, barely above a breath, already knowing Frank knew what you were referring to.
“I know, baby, I know,” Frank soothed.
“I’m gonna get you home,” Frank continued, confirming your words from before. Leaning back slightly, he nodded; “i’m gonna get you home.” And you gazed up at him, needing that reassurance-
-he looked at you like he’d just remembered what love was.
And then, just as you thought it, Frank’s lips were on your own. It was quick, almost as if the kiss had never happened and Frank was pulling back, looking down at you with those same dark eyes. “I’m gonna get you home.”
His feelings were meant to die with him - never to be told. But something told Frank in that moment, that he didn’t want you or him to die without knowing the truth of his deep feelings for you.
“Okay,” you nodded, panting, “okay.”
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