#Caskett fic

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[bunysliper]

Castle Ficlet: Off the Highest Shelf 1/1

Off the Highest Shelf A Deep Cover (6x12) Post-Ep

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He hesitates at the threshold to his bedroom - their bedroom - watching her. Although she'd left her coat and the impossibly tall boots she'd worn all day in the closet by the front door when they got home, she hasn't yet shed the rest of her armor, instead floating through the main areas of the loft in her jeans and her cream turtleneck for the evening. She hasn't been in their room at all as far as he can tell.

Until now.

And now Kate stands in her socked feet, staring at their bed with her lip pulled between her teeth. There's a tightness around her eyes that makes him wince, an exhaustion he hates seeing from his partner. After a moment, she sighs, runs a hand through her hair, and steps over to her side of the bed and starts tugging at the covers. Not with the intention of sliding into bed, but to strip the linens from the mattress.

A glimpse of red, already dark and browning with oxidation, reminds him why she can't just climb into bed and surrender to a restful night's sleep. He slips forward at that, joining her at the head of the bed on his side.

"Are you mad?" he asks as they work in an almost choreographed tandem, stripping the pillows and the duvet while she untucks the sheets and bundles them, carefully avoiding the blood - his father's blood - on her side.

"Well, I did like these sheets," she says, dry and contained. It's exactly the response that tells him she is angry, even if she doesn't quite realize it yet.

"That's… that's not what I mean. Are you angry about… my dad?"

Her face twitches just a bit and she sighs. "I'm frustrated that you kept it from me," she admits after a beat. "You had this entire experience in Paris last year and not only did you shut me out then, you continued to do it until now, until this case - until you had absolutely no choice but to bring me in on the family secret. Would you have even told me about him had I not stumbled upon him bleeding on my side of the bed with your mother tending to him?"

He opens his mouth to reply, to defend his decision not to tell her a year ago when Alexis was kidnapped and then to continue to hold that secret until just a few days ago, but sound doesn't make its way past his lips. Her fingers clench against the bundle of sheets and he moves to take them from her; though he's not sure if they are salvageable, he'll send them to the cleaners to have professionals try.

At first it doesn't seem like she's going to give up the linens, but when she does, she speaks again as well, "For years, you made it your mission to turn my life into an open book for you, whether I wanted it to be or not, but you're happy to stay locked up tight, to be a volume that's just high enough on a shelf to be considered off-limits, so nobody will try to read it."

"That's not-" Is it? He's not locked up tight; he shares plenty - doesn't he?

She licks her lips, running a hand through her hair before adding, "I'm trying. I'm trying to read it- you. I want to read you, as strange as it sounds to say out loud like that. You told me earlier tonight that you realized he's not family; that I am. So, start acting like it, Rick. Talk to me - tell me things."

"You don't need to be off-limits anymore," she adds, lifting a shoulder quickly as if it will distract from how deeply she feels about this subject.

Taking a deep breath, he leans over to drop the sheets on the floor near their bedroom door. It's not a perfect solution (and a little bit gross if he thinks too hard about it - he'll make sure to clean the hardwood, too), but he needs his hands free to reach for her and draw her into his chest.

Beckett sighs, relaxing into his embrace and slipping her arms around his waist. Her breath skims across his neck and he feels her sink deeper against him.

"I think… more than anything, I think it hurt my feelings," she admits into his skin. "Being left out like that."

His hands flex against her back, his eyes squeezing shut. "I'm sorry. That was… it was never… I'm sorry."

She nods after a moment, accepting his fumbled apology. "I know. And I know that was how you felt with the AG job and the interview."

Castle brushes his fingers through the ends of her hair, contemplating her words. They'd done the same thing to each other - unknowingly and unwittingly, but they had.

"Kate-"

Her lips brush his jaw, cutting off whatever it is he'd been about to say (though he's not entirely sure what it had been, beyond another apology, maybe even an assurance that he hadn't been trying to even the score or something like that).

"I know, Rick. I know it's not some kind of tit for tat. But…tell me now?" she asks, lifting a hand to cup the back of his neck. "While we make the bed?"

He nods, resting his cheek against her forehead. "Okay. But I warn you, it might give you more information about my mother's sex life than you ever want to know."

Kate laughs, giving his neck a squeeze. "I think I can handle it. I do sort of live with her now, you know."

Castle touches his lips to her hairline. "And you know what she's like."

"Oh hush, she's not that bad." Kate steps back, reaching for a bottle of disinfectant that he takes and sprays for her.

"Now. Imagine back then."

Kate hands him a rag to swipe over the mattress as well. There aren't any visible stains, thankfully, but he's not going to argue with her directions.

"I don't need to imagine," she says, rubbing a hand down his back. "Because you can tell me."

Her lips dust the back of his neck, the gesture soft and relaxing; it's not an interrogation, she just wants to know, wants to listen. So, he talks, telling her his mother's side of the story from when he was growing up, weaving it into the tale of the harrowing days when Alexis was missing and his father's daring rescue in Paris.

When that story concludes, all it takes is a soft look from her and a squeeze of her hand on his forearm for him to offer up everything else that's been on his mind since they caught their most recent case.

------------------------------------------------------------------------ Long time, no see! It's been a time recently, and putting words to paper has been difficult, but I was able to finish this yesterday so I figured I would offer it to the world today. Thanks for reading.

[lordofkavaka]

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He stopped in the doorway, head tilting to the side as he admired the view of his wife sleeping, lying on her side, her back to him, the window open to the tropical air outside. His gaze traveled over the gorgeous contours of her body. The blanket only came up to her hipbone, leaving the rest of her tantalizing form exposed to his greedy eyes.

I'm a lucky man, he thought as he milked in the scene, wanting to remember it for the rest of his life. He still couldn't believe it was real, that Kate Beckett was his wife. She married him. She actually said yes.

"Castle?" came a drowsy voice.

He blinked, and glanced down to see her arching her neck over her shoulder, her brow wrinkling adorably as she squinted up at him.

"Yes?"

"Stop staring, it's creepy," she grumbled softly, adding a little glare to punctuate her words.

"I wasn't staring," he objected. "I was admiring the view."

"Well," she said, rolling over to give his eyes much more to feast upon. "Get back in bed and you can do much more than 'admire the view'."

He grinned and eagerly followed her suggestion, wrapping his arms around her as he pulled her close. "I love you, Mrs. Castle."

She smiled back up at him. "And I love you, Mr. Beckett."

Before he could protest the nomenclature appellation, she was kissing him, and all other thoughts were pushed aside.

[mysterymuseffn]

"We're still gonna go to that island getaway, right?" Castle and Beckett honeymoon in the Bahamas for seven days. Post-7x07, "Once Upon a Time in the West."

NEW FIC!

Consultants - @i-prefer-west-side & @badwolf2008

FFN // AO3

[pollylynn]

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Castle. Did you stay up all night making memes about Chuck again?

Kate. He haunts me.

[badwolf2008]

All the Songs Make Sense

Just a little tidbit I wrote a while ago. After seeing a post of about the quote that originally inspired it, I decided to spruce it up and post it. Hopefully it’s not terrible, as it was just a little writing exercise I did. And no I don’t own these characters and yes, all mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

“Castle! What are you doing!?” 

“C’mon, Kate! They're playing our song!”  

He didn't even stumble when she resisted slightly, simply continued towards the dance floor, paying no heed to the other dancers. Or the fact that they were supposed to be keeping a low profile and watching out for their suspect.  

“It’s ‘True Love!’” was all the explanation he gave as he dragged her onto the dance floor.

“Admit it, it fits us perfectly. Or more specifically…” He smirked at her, "It fits you perfectly.”  

Kate just gave him a look and wrapped her arms around him.  

“Oh, really? And why is that?” 

“Because all the songs make sense now,” he replied as he leaned down to kiss her.  

[grabnetsrik1]

Haunted Chapter 4 is posted. Enjoy!

[nikki-rook]

Castle Ficlet: The first I love you

During the night between Always and After the Storm

Kate shuffled under the comfy white blanket, turning to her side, her eyes fluttering open. Castles eyes looked back at her. A soft smile spread across her face.

“Hi” she whispered.

“Hi” he whispered back. A smile touching his lips as his body visibly relaxed back into the pillows and sheets.

“Have you been watching me sleep?” she asked, biting her bottom lip a little in embarrassment.

“I um... yeah.” He mumbled. He squeezed her hand, and she realized he had been holding it this whole time, gently. His thumb circling the top of her hand, gently playing with her fingers. His eyes glanced down, almost embarrassingly and she squeezed his fingers.

“What?” she asked, ducking her head a little to meat his gaze.

He let out a little breath disguised as a laugh. “I feel like if I take my eyes off you, I’ll look back and you won’t be there.” He brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them.

Concern crossed her eyes, she let go of his hand, shuffled the blankets, and scooted closer to him. Kissing his chest, she looked up at him, his piercing eyes so bright in the darkness.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She said, firmly, so he would believe it. “I love you, Castle.” She could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Grabbing her shoulders, he slid back to make some space between them.

“You love me?” he asked, his voice cracking. Surprise in his eyes, Kate reached up to his face, brushing his hair back, smiling at him with that mysterious look she always had. Castle realized in this moment that look, that glow in her eyes, it was love.

“After all this time, you think I didn’t?” She asked. She leaned her body into his, kissing him on the lips, her hands on his face. She took the moment of silence after the kiss to nuzzle herself into his arms. The feeling of safety she never knew she needed, his warm arms engulfing her, his chin resting on the top of her head.

“I guess…” he sighed, at a loss for words, which was still an unfamiliar feeling even though it happened quite a lot with her. “I guess I had just convinced myself over the last month that you didn’t. I was trying to come to peace with that. And that was okay.” He paused as she squeezed him a little bit tighter.

“Rick, I’m so sorry.” She whispered into his chest. She could feel him shaking his head, he pulled them apart for just a moment to look in her eyes.

“I love you Kate, none of that matters anymore.” He kissed her, long and slow. “You’ve healed all those wounds in an instance with those words.” He smiled, and she smiled bigger now, swatting his shoulder.

“So cheesy.” She laughed, and he laughed too, pulling her close, tucking the blankets up around them both.

“Cheesy, but true.” He said. And they both lay there, feeling each others breathing, the calm, comfortable, familiar presence of each other lulling them back to sleep.

Neither of them stirred until Kate woke to the light peeking through the window, quietly detangling herself from his arms so she could slip away and make them coffee.

Now that we know those words crossed Kates lips many times before Still, I like to think it happened this night. That she said it, that she felt it, that she meant it. Maybe its too early, too quick for our damaged girl. But she definitely knew. She went to his door with all of the love in her heart. And him confirming that it wasn't a dream wasn't so much about the whole night, but about that moment, in the middle of the night when she said those words. So I felt the need to write this quick little moment.

[castleficpromoter]

Hello. I was wondering if you happened to know of any fics based around the 3x22 episode To Love and Die in LA that are of that moment but from Castle's POV, not Kate's.

Thank you so much!

Oooh... um... I know there's plenty of fics surrounding that moment from 3x22 "To Love and Die in LA" but I can't really pinpoint one that specifically just does it from Castle's POV.

Anyone else have some fic recommendations?

[sixsocksscienceclub]

Hello fans. I know its been a while since I've updated, so here are two chapters for you so you don't starve. Chapter 6 and 7 are new today!

[bunysliper]

https://www.tumblr.com/gallow-glass/692512417889107968/acta-non-verba?source=share fic prompt

Lake Day

"Having a good time?"

She watches as her words take a moment to register, and grins when Castle blinks a few times to focus on her.

"A good time?" he repeats, allowing his head to swivel a bit to take in their surroundings; the wind has been a little heavy so far, so the water of the lake is choppier than usual, but the sun shines and the temperature is comfortable enough for them to rest on padded mats on the dock. "Oh yeah."

 Beckett grins, feeling her cheeks warm.

It's silly to be so bashful because of two simple words, but here she is, blushing like a school girl because her boyfriend is having a good time doing the activity she planned for them.

"Yeah? I know it's not a big house in the Hamptons, but-"

Castle's hand scrambles across the dock, brushing over her wrist before he twines their fingers together. He lifts their joined hands to his mouth.

"Beckett," he murmurs, making sure she knows he's about to say something serious – something that will probably leave her grasping for words, "I don't care where we are – big house, little house, no house – as long as you're with me. The fact that you brought me to your dad's cabin is… it's beyond what I could've ever hoped."

She bites her lip, nodding. "Yeah? Even with the squeaky floors and the doors that don't close unless you shove them?"

His lips dust over her knuckles. "Especially with those things. They make this place yours."

"My dad's," she tries, shifting closer. It hadn't felt like her cabin when she was recovering from being shot. It hadn't felt like her cabin when her dad used to hole up here when he was on a bender.

But now…

"Yours, Kate. It's yours, too."

Now there's a warmth, a feeling of home. Because he's here with her.

[lordofkavaka]

Unfinished

Knockout/Rise AU. Death has come for Kate Beckett, but her spirit can't move on, because she has unfinished business. A Ghost Love Story. Caskett. For Castle Halloween Bash 2024.

Part 1 of 3

[mysterymuseffn]

NEW UPDATE - Another Day in Paradise - Day 7

"We're still gonna go to that island getaway, right?" Castle and Beckett honeymoon in The Bahamas for seven days. Post-7x07, "Once Upon a Time in the West."

FFN // AO3

[pollylynn]

Hi! How can I read your work nowadays?

Most of it is still up at Archive of Our Own:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Polly_Lynn/works

[mbirnsings-71]

I'm just saying if anyone ever asks me for fic recs you have to be very clear what you want me to recommend because my bookmarks are a mess-

[badwolf2008]

I love that take on season 8! Yeah, the only way that I was able to truly enjoy watching it was thinking of it as a different show. And yes, boy am I glad that the separation wasn’t too long.

Love that little sneak peak, so thanks for sharing!

May 16th. An ordinary day for most people.

Considering it is the anniversary of the Castle series finale, I would love to hear everyone’s thoughts about it. Sure it wasn’t the greatest, and sure it was rushed, but thank goodness for that 7 years later. Which is now 8 years later! When I first started watching Castle, I had no idea that I was about to join a very special fandom. What other fandom out there bands together in outrage and asks, no, demands for a show to be canceled because of the directions it is taking? Pretty cool if you ask me.

Anyways, would love to hear and thoughts or comments about it, and if that’s too rough, I would love to hear your favorite post series fics if you have any!