#season 4 au

[whathehonestfuk]

Season 4 au

When they're gearing up to fight vecna someone realizes they're short a couple fighters (I like to imagine Steve realizes it because Carvers still out there and Lucas max and Erica don't have anyone to protect them)

Cue the race against the clock to gather Wayne Munson (a vet that's a hell of a shot that Eddie trusts with his life) and mr.clarke (who's been helping the party with all the upside down science since the beginning) and bring them up to speed

Of course things go way better no one dies or gets seriously hurt

[hairmetal666]

Steddie Notes Part 6

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

They’re stuck in the Upside Down. 

Nancy. Robin. Eddie. And Steve’s so fucked up from the bats, every breath, ever movement, has him in agony, and he just keeps seeing Eddie here, and it makes it all so much worse. This was never supposed to happen. And how was Steve supposed to keep him safe, keep them all safe, when he could barely stand upright from the pain?

Eddie walks a little way ahead with Nancy, fled after saying, “for your modesty, dude,” and throwing his battle vest at Steve’s face. It leaves Steve with Robin as they navigate the vines and random earthquakes to get to the Wheeler’s house. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Robin asks. 

Steve narrows his eyes. “You mean other than being dragged across a dry lakebed and eaten by fucked up bats?” 

“Is it. Eddie?” 

He bites his lips between his teeth. Of course Robin knows. She always does. “I hate that he’s part of this, Robs. He doesn’t deserve this.”

“You think it’s your fault.” It’s not a question.

“How can I not.” His voice catches and he has to clear his throat before he can continue. “You got dragged into this just by being friends with me. And now Eddie? If he wasn’t our friend—if he wasn’t my—he would be safe.”

“Steve. You know that’s not true. Chrissy was cursed already. She would have always died that night. Eddie was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It’s not your fault.”

He nods, tears pooling along his lash lines. “We kissed,” he croaks out.

“What?” Robin shrieks loud enough to echo across the desolate, cursed landscape. 

Eddie and Nancy glance back in time to see Steve knock his shoulder against her arm. “Quiet,” he hisses. 

“Sorry,” she frowns. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner! When? How? Are you together now?”

His mouth twists. “No. I think I fucked it up? It was—fuck—when he came over after Chrissy. He was so upset, and I was comforting him, and it just happened. I feel like I took advantage of him.”

“So, you haven’t talked about it?”

He gives her a look again. “When would we have had the time?” 

“Okay, okay. But he doesn’t seem mad. I mean, he still gazes at you all lovestruck and ridiculous.”

Heat bursts under the skin of Steve’s cheeks. “He does not,” he mumbles. 

“But you do need to talk about it. Obviously. You two have been pinning for years.” 

“It’s a year and a half. At most. Not even.”

“Feels like years to me.” 

Steve scoffs, falls silent. “I’m scared, Robs. What if he doesn’t like me back? He was too upset when I kissed him, and—I pushed it too far.”

“You did pick a truly terrible time to kiss him, and you two should probably talk about that, but Eddie isn’t going to be upset that you have feelings for him.”

“How do you know? There’s no way you can be sure. I don’t want to risk everything.” “Steve, I—” Robin’s mouth contorts into a complicated series of o’s as she fishes for words. “We’re already risking everything,” she says. “With the Upside Down. With Vecna. When we’re back topside, you should take the time you need to talk to him, okay? I promise that, even if he doesn’t like you like that, he’ll still love you as his closest friend.”

He can’t think of the words to argue with, so he nods, stuffs his hands into the pockets of Eddie’s battle vest. His finger catches on something deep in the right pocket, accompanied by a telltale burst of pain. Steve hisses, retracting his hand, a drop of scarlet beads from a small slash at the tip of his index finger. 

“Fuck,” he mutters. He wipes the blood on the vest—it’s already soaked with it, anyway. 

“You okay?” Robin asks, her blue eyes sharp at Steve losing more blood.

“Yeah. Munson’s keeping sharp shit in his pockets again, is all.”

He reaches back into the pocket to find the offending weapon and finds a crumpled sheet of paper. An amused breath bursts out of him as he realizes what it must be, and he fishes it out with hesitation. 

It’s crinkled and grimy with age, but Steve unfurls it anyway. It’s his own handwriting at the top: “You ever been in love?” 

He doesn’t remember writing it, not clearly. There’s a vague recollection of wobbling around, crossfaded in his bedroom, scrawling words on the first acceptable surface he finds. Doesn’t remember giving it to Eddie, but he’s responded; it’s scrawled right there beneath Steve’s question: “No, but I think I’m falling.” 

Steve stops in his tracks, staring at the note, eyes darting from the paper to Eddie. A bright pulse of hope sticks in his throat. They’re going to get out of the Upside Down, and when they do, Steve is telling Eddie everything.

✏️✏️✏️✏️

He doesn’t. 

Nancy is taken by Vecna and then they fall into planning mode, apparently RV theft mode too (“don’t cha, big boy” is never going to leave his head), and in the panic and fear, there isn’t time. 

There’s a little part of him, too, that doesn’t want to say, “I love you,” like it’s a good-bye. He meant it when he told Robin he still has hope, he does, refuses to accept any outcome that isn’t success, that leaves one of their rank dead. 

So, he doesn’t talk to Eddie, and they’re in the Upside Down for their last stand and all the words and emotions pile up on his tongue but can’t find flight. 

He, Robin, and Nancy turn to go, he’s already kicking himself for his silence, when Eddie’s voice rings out, “Hey, Steve?”

Steve turns fast, almost overbalances, but the meeting of their eyes steadies him. In the rich brown of Eddie’s, Steve thinks he sees all the things he wants to say echoed back. They gaze at each other in silence that thickens every millisecond until Eddie says, “make him pay,” and Steve lifts his chin in acknowledgement. He knows it’s not what Eddie means to say, thinks he understands why he can’t. 

There will be plenty of time for their confessions when they get out of this alive. And they will. Steve is sure of it. 

✏️✏️✏️✏️

It’s over.

It was hard. Bad. But it’s done. Vecna a smoldering ruin on the Upside Down version of the Creel House lawn. 

Steve doesn’t feel triumphant, exactly. They’d almost died, strangled by the vines, briefly outmatched by Vecna. He is relieved, though. Eager to get back to the trailer park, to Eddie and Dustin.

They traverse the Upside Down, silent now and free of earthquakes, closing in on the trailer park in record time. 

Up ahead, Steve makes out a hunched shape that must be Dustin in his ghillie suit. He wonders where Eddie is, but he’s not afraid. 

He picks up speed to close the distance faster. “Dustin!” he shouts. He means it to sound excited, triumphant, but it’s strangled. His heart’s beating too fast.

Steve is near enough, makes out the dark heap at Dustin’s feet. Someone is chanting a high-pitched, unbroken rhythm of “no, no, no, no, no, nononono,” and it takes him several long moments to realize the sound is coming from his own mouth. He can’t make himself stop.

“Steve,” Dustin sobs. He’s covered in red, leaned over Eddie’s prone form. 

There’s so much blood, congealing in dark pools on the grey earth.

“Eddie, Eddie, hey, hey,” Steve falls to his knees, fighting off the panicked keen building in his throat at Eddie’s mostly closed eyes. 

“Babylove, honey, sweetheart, please, please look at me, okay?” There are bites on his cheeks that Steve avoids, tapping at Eddie’s cheekbones with shaking fingers. 

Eddie’s eyes flutter, try to focus, but drift. “S’vie?” he rasps. 

“Hey, hey, It’s me. We’re gonna get you out of here, but you got to stay awake for me, okay?”

“N’ver thought I’d go to heaven,” Eddie mumbles, he fights his eyes from rolling back.

Steve forces a laugh. “What a line, man,” his focus shifts. “Robin, Nancy, we need to stop the bleeding.” 

They work in a flurry of motion, Steve talking to Eddie, struggling to keep him alert. 

“You gotta stay with me, Eds. Okay? I can’t be without you. You know that, right? You’re everything, Eddie. Everything.”

Eddie smiles with teeth full of blood. “Whatever you say, angel,” he whispers. His eyes slide shut.

Steve swallows his scream, hefts Eddie into his arms, and runs.

(Part 7)

This is a rough one, please feel free to shout at me about it. Thank you so much for reading! One more part to go; and don't worry, nobody dies and there's a happy ending.

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[ladykailitha]

I really do think of the wildest shit at work.

Take the time-travel/time loop trope and make it comedy of errors by having it be from Henry Creel/Vecna’s POV. Say after his near defeat at the end of the 4th season, he finds a way to travel back in time. He tries taking out El. Nope! Too resilient. Then Eddie. But Eddie seems to be made of pure chaos and every time Henry tries to kill him, it makes things worse. Like way worse.

So he figures Steve is the cause of all his troubles. He’s the tank. Their protector get rid of him and everything will work out, right? Nope. If he thought trying to take out Eddie was bad, Steve’s worse. And the further back he tries to kill Steve the sooner chaos machine Eddie is introduced and Henry still dies. (In one case Henry tries to poison him at Tina’s Halloween party and Nancy and Steve don’t have the blow out but she still cheats on him with Jonathan, but Eddie finds him throwing up at the party and takes him the hospital.)

So in a last ditch effort Henry tries to rescue Will from the demogorgon but runs into Eddie so instead of having everyone surprised about the Upside Down because Will can’t warn them, it accidentally gets the full party together sooner, they figure out who he is and why he’s doing all this shit and kills him for good. In 1983. And we find out that’s why the UD was stuck in that time period was because the place knew Vecna was cancer and tricked him in to time traveling so it could be rid of him for good.

Steve and Nancy realize they weren’t good for each other, Robin and Steve are still besties, just in high school now, Eddie and Steve are dating (on the down low, their friends know but no one else). The party lives happy lives and when Max and Billy move to Hawkins Max is instantly brought into the group and Billy for all his posturing is King but it feels hallow. He barely graduates before leaving town and Neil for good. Neil gets arrested when he tries to break Max’s arm the day Billy leaves and is jailed for a long time.

Eddie graduates on time the first time and works at Thacher Tires saving money to fund his band when Gareth (the youngest member) graduates they could make an album.

[dicediceking]

Oj and Paper tired after taking care of their many kids

The kids include the cherries, tarot, and my brother's character origami paper

[i-prefer-west-side]

prompt: they’re arguing and character a shuts up character b with a kiss

COMPROMISED 4X16 AU

"I think it's obvious," Kate snaps, crossing her arms, "that you're compromised."

"I-" Rick scoffs and stopped, grabs her arm before she pushes the morgue door open. "Why?"

She shrugs. "Personal history with the lead investigator."

He rolls his eyes. "Please. If my sexual history compromised my ability to practice good judgment, I'd have to find a new agent and publisher."

Kate lifts her brows. "Good judgment, huh? You mean like your good judgment with Meredith?"

"Oh jeez." Rick pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'm saying, sleeping with Sophia a decade ago doesn't mean I can't be impartial now. And it doesn't mean I'm going to sleep with her now."

"Fine. Sleep with whomever you want. The more the merr-"

She stiffens at the hard press of his mouth against hers, but after a moment she starts to relax, uncrosses her arms and grips his jacket. His hands lift to frame her face, and he deepens the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away.

She takes a few deep breaths before opening her eyes to find his boring into her, focus so intense their surroundings fade away.

"There's only you," he husks, his voice lower than she's ever heard it.

She can only nod and stand there, frozen in place as he lets go of her face and steps away.

He pauses at the door. "Come on, Beckett. We've got a case to solve."

[g0dforb1d]

"That smell is making me hungry." @devilswill

“A malnourished hound will be hungry at the mere mention of a meal,” Bedelia’s tone was blank, she was devoid almost any emotion as she slowly looked up at that twitchy little bastard that seemed almost obsessed with her.

He and their shared spouse disappeared months ago, now he looks as sleek as ever even if there were new scars donning his body, new kisses given to him by Hannibal and his pawns.

She’s bleeding because she slipped preparing dinner, her prosthetic much like a new pair of shoes needed broken in. Lazily the brings the wound up to her lips, gently licking it away as her gaze stays firm. Remarks about his loving family settle in the back of her throat but instead a gentle almost childish giggle leaves her.

“I don’t remember sending out invitations for dinner… More importantly if I did, I would make sure you were the plus one instead of the guest in question,”

Where is Hannibal?

[fedorah-the-explorah]

The Double Agent Caper: Chapter Six

The world seemed unreal. Distant and dream-like. She couldn't grasp it. Something was happening, but she couldn't describe it. Dreadful and imposing, frightening. The world was wrong.

[samanddean76]

by SamandDean76

I’ll Show You Heaven If You Let Me | Mature | 11.3k words (Mafia AU)

Omega Dean Winchester just wanted to take out his recycling in peace. But he finds a mystery Alpha unconscious on the ground, stashed behind the bins. Dean gets him inside, but then work calls. Once Dean returns home, he finds that the mystery Alpha Castiel is recovered, and he's waiting to claim the Omega that saved him.

The only problem? They're on opposite sides of the law. Now Dean has to risk all to earn back his freedom. But will he lose his true mate along the way?

Entirely Unacceptable | Mature | 10.7k words (Royalty AU)

Alpha Castiel has unexpectedly acquired a very well-trained Omega Dean when he escorted his brother Gabriel to a public auction house. But the Omega he brought home harbors not only secrets, but enemies as well. Will they survive long enough to reach their happy ending? And can they really be true mates if neither is sure that they even believe in such a thing?

Love, rescue, and some revenge in a modern day A/B/O setting.

Alpha Seeking Omega | Mature | 66.6k words (Dystopian AU)

Omega Dean has lived a harsh life prior to being selected to be a demonstration model at a party unveiling the latest product that Morningstar Enterprises is set to produce. Alphas Castiel and Jimmy Novak are guests of honor at the event, but when they lay eyes on the Omega that is clearly at the center of something that was not a part of the party, the twins leap into action. Unfortunately, they are separated. Now Jimmy must keep Dean safe until Castiel can be rescued.

But the more that Jimmy learns about this very well-trained Omega, the more he questions what was really going on that night. The problem is will he be able to figure out the puzzle and still rescue his brother?

Letting Fate Decide | Mature | 14.6k words (A/B/O AU)

Castiel is a new Omega in the big city. He meets the Alpha for him in the form of a fry-cook named Dean Winchester. But a military commander pulls Dean in for a mission and as Castiel waits he is taken by Lucifer to be added to one of his many Omega brothels. There he meets an Omega named Gabriel who helps him to survive. Little does he know that Gabriel is longing to be reunited with his one true Alpha, Sam Winchester.

The Spirited Sprite | Explicit | 8.1k words (Fantasy AU)

Alpha Castiel is the destined true mate of Sprite Dean. But an ancient curse and an unjust punishment threatened to keep them apart. As Dean heals Castiel, will the secret Dean keeps hidden lead to their happy ending, or their being torn apart once more?

How To Accidentally Create Soulmates | General | 2k words (Just Fun AU)

Gabriel was given a brand-new and very important responsibility by Chuck. To oversee the soul nurseries in heaven. Well, Gabriel delegated this boring task to Castiel.

I mean, what's the worst that could happen?

To Know Him Is To Love Him | Explicit | 6.5k words (Hunter Corp AU)

John Winchester is very concerned. On what should be one of the happiest days of his life, the wedding of his oldest child Dean to the absolute love of his life Castiel, both grooms and Sam are missing. John calls upon Gabriel, a Supernatural Consultant for Hunter Corp, and then sets out to find the missing men. Just hoping that he’s not too late to walk his son down the aisle.

A Valentine’s Day adventure with a little peril, a lot of love, and quite the happy ending!

Well, I Never Been To Heaven | Mature | 23,654 words (Season 4 AU)

Dean Winchester is living a plain, ordinary, and boring life. Until one day a new student shows up in the little town of Spain, SD. It’s love at first sight, but then an unimaginable tragedy happens, and Dean is left alone in his misery. Or is he a student attending Oxford University on a full athletic scholarship who finds a familiar face in his coxswain? Or is he hiking in the desert and attempting to save a known stranger? Or is he a traveler who stops for the night at a cheap motel and finds the pizza man of his dreams? Or is he none of those things? Just an unwitting victim of fate and destiny?

Castiel had led the assault on hell, in order to save the righteous man and prevent the first seal of the apocalypse from being broken, lest hell should be allowed to reign on earth. In the aftermath of his disastrous mission, he is being held captive by Alastair, and his image is being used in a final, determined attempt to break Dean.

But the profound bond that Castiel feels towards the pure soul won’t allow him to go down without a fight, and he makes a desperate prayer to his very old friend to set in motion a chain of events that might save him and his beloved mortal, or possibly, doom them for all eternity.

Love You With All My Heart | Explicit | 15,469 words (Beatles AU)

Dean is an up-and-coming musician, who along with his brother Sam, has finally started to make waves with their band, The Quarrymen. Little does he know that the perfectly innocent Omega sitting in the front row of The Cavern Club, watching him perform with an enchanting smile, is the True Mate he has been longing for his entire life.

Castiel can hardly believe his luck, when he and Gabriel are invited backstage after the show. Once Gabriel slips away with Sam, Castiel is left alone with the incredibly handsome Alpha who spent the entire show singing every single song to him. But the club is raided before they can cement their bond, and Castiel is forced to flee into the night.

Whisked away by an overprotective mother, Castiel doesn’t know if he will ever see Dean again. He seeks solace in writing his poems, and fervently wishes that one day he will be reunited with the man he loves, not knowing that destiny and fate are working to bring the separated mates back together.

Betting Against The House | Explicit | 15,805 words (Mob AU)

What started as nothing more than a quest to avenge the death of his brother Gabriel, led Castiel to become the most prolific assassin to have ever lived. After he succeeded in taking out the head of the Winchester Crime Family, he was taken in by the Novak Syndicate. But Michael began to fear the monster he’d helped create and betrayed Castiel.

Dean knew he held all the power, in possession of a secret that would level the playing field. He knew that toying with the captured assassin might not end well, but he found that he simply couldn’t help himself.

Simple and straightforward went right out the window when Lady Luck got her hands on the brand-new deck of cards. Stacking them, so her favorite Alpha and Omega would have a chance to make all their dreams come true.

More coming soon…

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

[allmonstershere]

WIP Wednesday

Just coworker things, you know?

Basira didn’t answer at first, instead doing her level best to look into and through Tim Stoker, as if she had the ability to see where the catch was, the sign that they were all making a terrible mistake. She watched as he waited until his escort was far enough away before he pulled the door to the meeting room shut and carried over a large paper bag. With a delicate sniff, she identified smells of yeast, fruit jam, pastry cheese, and confectioner’s sugar. There was nothing threatening in that bag. Not that she’d expected there to be. Something about the way Tim carried himself now gave Basira the distinct impression that he was his own weapon.  She still didn’t say anything as he reached his hands into the bag to rummage around. He made a soft, affirming noise when found what he was looking for, pulling out two much smaller paper sacks and bringing them to where she sat at the head of the long conference table. Using this room had been completely unnecessary; showy in a manner that just wasn’t Her Way. But she could at least take comfort in the fact that she had plenty of room to maneuver, and she could sit watching the only access point without putting herself in immediate risk. Small favors.  It had been long enough that she couldn’t properly place what he’d smelled like. Some kind of cologne that probably had a ridiculous name like Charisma, or Animal Magnetism, or Chronically Obnoxious. At least at first. Not only had his forays into the Archive while others were present become more rare, so had the signs that he was actively trying to be more than just alive. Now, as he delivered her breakfast to her, he smelled like sun-warmed skin and…peculiarly like Jon?  Interesting.  He spared no additional distance between them, taking the seat next to her. Out of the second bag, he withdrew a singular cheese danish, his eyes lighting up like a little kid. The pretty one, she’d once called him, and this was the closest he’d been to that first impression since that day. At least until he’d demolished about half the pastry in a single bite, like he’d been starving for days. Still, he’d at least been polite enough to hold over the mouth of the bag so he didn’t get crumbs on the table. Not entirely a monster.  She suspected, maybe a little bit of one.

[whims-of-a-star]

Take Care of Sammy

tw: Non-consensual drug use, restraints, dark Dean Winchester

There is something to be said about the love Dean has for his little brother. About the devotion, the care, the lengths Dean will go to for Sam, to keep him safe.

No matter what.

Even if it meant the clothes off his back, the last portion of food in the ratty motel cupboards, or going to Hell.

Even if it meant resorting to... extreme measures.

"D'n…wha'…" Sam slurs out, tugging fruitlessly at the cuffs around his wrists, keeping him restrained against the bed. "D'n?"

Dean steps closer to the limp form of his brother, reaching a hand out to gently smooth a stray lock of hair on Sam's forehead. Sam on the bed like this, blankets tucked up to his chin and staring up at him with a dazed look in his eyes reminds Dean of a time way back before everything, before Sam left for Stanford, when it was just the two of them in a motel room and Dad was away on a hunt.

Sam had been sick and Dean had been taking care of him, feeding medicine that Sam didn't want.

"It's for your own good, Sammy," Dean cajoled, the spoonful of medication hovering close to Sam's pouting lips. His patience was running thin and concern was almost overflowing from his chest. Sam's fever was only getting worse the longer he didn't take the medication.

"But it tastes so gross!" Sam whined, shaking his head and turning away. Despite Dean's attempts, Sam had refused to take it.

In the end, Dean managed to force it down his throat. And while Sam was miffed and annoyed at him, giving Dean the silent treatment days after he recovered, he eventually conceded that it helped the sickness, forgiving him for the rough treatment.

"D'n?" Sam whimpers again, still out of it as his head lolls this way and that on the cushions stuffed under his head. "Wha' did…whaddid you…" The cuffs jingle and clang against each other as Sam sluggishly attempts to move his wrists.

"It's for your own good, Sammy," Dean says, the fond frown on his face a facsimile of younger days.

When Dean had found the door to the panic room wide open, he panicked. Pun not intended. But he managed to get to where Sammy was staying before Ruby came and grab Sam, applying a heavy sedative that had his little brother drop like a rock in a couple seconds.

He'd brought Sam to another motel far, far away from their original location, far away from wherever Sam was going to get to Lilith. Cuffing his little brother's wrists, attaching each to their respective bed post while making sure to stuff some cloth in between metal and skin for Sam's comfort.

Then, about a half an hour before the original sedative's effects wore off, he poured a healthy dose of rohypnol down Sam's throat.

There's traces of fear and betrayal in Sam's hazel eyes.

Dean ruffles Sam's girly hair, in some form of comfort or reassurance. "You'll be okay, little brother." Determination is clear in his voice, and Sam trembles minutely under his touch. "I'll save you."

There's bottles of demon blood in the cupboards on the room.

The key is not to quit cold turkey. And Dean's not going to leave him alone this time.

Take care of Sammy.

Yes, sir.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

I'm having a lot of fun with how I'm writing the Ten/Martha/Riley dynamic into the future because it's basically the inverse of Ten's whole you can spend the rest of your life with me but I can't spend the rest of mine with you because Martha and Riley build a life here in the present and Ten/Eleven/future doctors get to go off on their adventures with their friends, spending years apart from Martha/Riley, but always get to return to Martha/Riley in the present. They have a home to return to over the years (and yes, they do occasionally go on adventures with Martha/Riley but that's besides the point). The Doctor gets to stretch his own life in his own time but makes sure to always come back in the right order for Martha/Riley so he gets to match his life to theirs. Gets to have a life with them, a place to return to when things get rough or when things are happy. Occasionally they get dragged into shit on Earth (Ala this version of Journey's End) but for the most part they all get to be happier together and they don't even need immortality to do it.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

I went through the mpreg!blaine tag but wasn’t able to find what I was looking for. I read it a bit ago but now I can’t find it anywhere. I think it was on AO3 but I’m not sure. Blaine and Kurt and broken up when blaine finds out he’s pregnant and he keeps it a secret from everyone until the day he gives birth

This is a trope I rarely read. Could it possibly be this one? - HKVoyage

Baby Mine (Be My Baby) by anythingbutplatonic

Summary: Just weeks after he confessed to cheating when Kurt left for New York, Blaine discovers he’s pregnant. There’s no doubt in his mind that the baby is Kurt’s, but there’s no way anyone can know. Distraught after the break-up and afraid of being judged if anyone finds out, he decides to hide his pregnancy….until he can’t anymore. AU, obviously. 

Warnings: Angst, suggestions of depression/depressive thoughts, graphic descriptions of labour and childbirth. MPREG!BLAINE

[supernaturalkickparty]

Today's brain rot/hyperfixation is season 4 au where Ruby lives but only because she's pregnant and Sam's hiding it from Dean.

I'm not well I apologize.

[i-prefer-west-side]

https://www.tumblr.com/ale-la-mora/177837626576?source=share prompt

POST-4x16 AU

She went upstairs an hour ago, so as Rick shuts off the lights and heads to his room, he doesn't expect to see Kate until the morning. So he doesn't expect to be surprised by her when he's in the shower.

He's never opposed to her initiating, of course, especially when she backs him against the wall and tugs his mouth down to hers. He buries his fingers in her hair, deepening the kiss, pouring his desire into the stroke of his tongue as he slides his hand down her body.

She hooks her leg around his thigh, and he curls his fingers behind her knee, lifts her leg higher as he turns them and pins her against the wall.

They're no strangers to near-death experiences, or to having sex afterwards, but between their near-drowning and near-assassination by his former-lover-and-muse-turned-Russian-sleeper-agent, they seem to have reached a breaking point that he didn't realize existed.

There's a desperation in her touch, in the way she moves against and around him, a desperation that he's all too familiar with. It doesn't take long for them both to shatter, their moans muffled by the water pouring over them. Even as the water grows cold they stay there, wrapped up in each other, her fingers digging into his back as if he's anchoring her.

"Stay," he rasps after he shuts off the water, his lips at her ear.

She lifts her head and looks at him, her bottom lip between her teeth and an unsure look in her eye. After several seconds, she nods. "Okay."

[i-prefer-west-side]

CAMPFIRE CONFESSIONS PART ONE Early season 4 AU

She thought everyone went to sleep shortly after she excused herself for bed, so when Kate wakes and sees the fire flickering, she bundles back up and steps outside her tent. She's surprised to see Castle sitting by the fire, a cup cradled in his hands as he stares into the flames.

"Castle?" she says quietly brushing her hand across his shoulder as she sits next to him. Mindful of their friends nearby, presumably asleep in their own tents, she keeps her voice low. "You okay?"

He nods. "Yeah, just not very tired. You?"

"Woke up, saw the fire, thought it didn't go out," she explains with a shrug. She nods at the cup in his hands. "Keeping the good stuff from us?" she teases.

The corner of his mouth lifts and he reaches to the side, emerges with another cup and a half-empty bottle of scotch. He pours her a generous helping and tops his off. "You'll always get the good stuff, Kate."

Even in the low light of the fire, she sees his cheeks turn bright red as his words sink in. "Oh, I mean-" he stutters.

Kate lets him flounder for a few seconds before coming to his rescue, tapping her cup against his. "I know what you meant," she assures him, nudging his arm. "Thanks, Castle."

"Of course."