#Castle: Season 6

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Katherine 'Kate' Beckett in Season 6 ❤️

[thegooblet]

you know how cats will leave dead mice and birds on your doorstep as gifts? lifesteal mapicc totally does that shit

[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.

[bishopony]

what are y'all's controversial MLP opinions I would love to hear them

[coffeegnomee]

BACON: “Minute is the group leader, Jepex is the bot, Spoke is the jokester, chiefxd is the sneaky really good guy. And then Mapicc is Mapicc, and we all know Mapicc”

ASH: “Not really, can you explain to me something more about Mapicc”  

[at the same time]

ZAM: “Mapicc will act on his own” 

BACON: “he’ll just go along with his teammates” 

[realizing what they just said] 

BACON: “We just said completely opposite things” 

ZAM: “yea, why did we have completely opposite opinions” 

BACON: “He’ll definitely just go along with the team though”

[hiccupshypotheticalleftsock]

Goodbye sleeping in armour, welcome back PJAMA RAYLA!!

[katherinehoughtoncastle47]

6.19 - THE GREATER GOOD

[renegadesstuff]

“Well, maybe it is a sign. A sign that ours is a great love story. So what's a great love story without obstacles to overcome? Every fairy tale has them. Terrible trials that only the worthy can transcend. But you can't give up. That's the deal. We want the happy ending? We can't give up.” 🥹🤍

S6E23, “For Better or Worse” aired 10 years ago (May 12, 2014) 💔

[daynascullys]

CASKETT in EVERY SEASON → Season Five

[trixiedeckerstar]

CASKETT APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 Day 5: favorite season ⟶ wedding season

[i-prefer-west-side]

Post-6x23 AU

The guests are long gone, the tables and chairs and gazebo and elegant, yet tasteful, flower arch disassembled and taken back to the rental company. Well, not the flower arch, that's still in his backyard.

Their backyard.

He hears the patio door open, and he turns to find his wife - his wife - pad out, a glass of champagne in each hand.

"Hi," she greets him, holding out one of the flutes, her smile widening into that special one reserved only for him.

He takes the glass and sets it on the table, wraps his arm around her waist, and pulls her into him. "Hi," he rasps, lowering his head and brushing his mouth against hers.

He straightens up and gazes at her, the setting sun casting a soft glow over her, enhancing her already overwhelming beauty.

She takes his breath away.

He slides his free hand down her arm and tangles his fingers with hers. "Come on." Her brows furrow, and he steps towards the yard, gently tugs her hand, encouraging her to follow. "Walk with me."

They gravitate towards each other as they walk, and it isn't long before hands start to wander, before they turn and go back to the house in an unspoken agreement to get behind closed doors so they can properly celebrate.

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She is so in love with her man 🥹😍

[icy-watch]

He's modifying some stuff. It's all good. Nothing has exploded. Yet.

[samnotsammy12]

Have I finished Castle? No.

Am I starting Bones, which is basically Castle except gender-swapped, FBI, and forensic anthropology instead of writing anyway? Yes.

[nikki-rook]

She would have loved you

[starry-skies-writes]

When the possessed dude was leading Sol Regem towards Katolis why didnt Sol Regem question the length of his flight—?? Just flying in the clouds for probably, what, an hour??? Even though the sunfire elves must be a few minutes away???