(fanfiction: Castle)
She is here, right next to him. Real and alive, but there is no time. No time, no –
Warning: This is not a happy story
I love the lilt of this. Sigh. Practically poetry. So beautiful.
(Source: loewen-herz)
They have no lynchpin.
It unravels slowly.
Because a bit of back story never went astray.
There is a haze between the third and fourth drink where, in retrospect, she can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or Sophia’s fingers creeping down her spine.
Because it is a truth universally acknowledged that Jennifer Beals & Kate Beckett can and must be shipped with anyone and everyone. Pre-ep, minor spoilers. I summarised the concept as: Sophia informs Beckett on the subject of Castle’s research techniques, Beckett is riveted by this discussion, it progresses to show don’t tell. (Except I did it a lot less eloquently.)
Tl;dr - Sophia/Beckett/vodka/(Castle in mind not body) love sex triangle square.
The rhythm of her hips falters a bit as that thought takes root in her mind. She tries to push it out, to push him out but it’s a pointless exercise. He’s everywhere; in everything.
Because in my opinion this is deliciously clever. It’s a post-ep for Knockdown and it says a lot about the characters, and has this delightfully complicated Beckett-monologue that makes absolute sense when you reach the end and you sit back and think about it.
Plus hot sex. Which I’ve heard some of you like?
In all seriousness, it feels fresh, and it’s the perfect kind of post-ep really: seamless with canon but adds so so much to it. Go, read.
The Blue Butterfly is the wrong kind of dance club down on a street in the wrong part of New York City.
The first part of a four (or five) parter I started writing for Syd15’s Christmas present in December, based on what we knew then: it was called The Blue Butterfly, Stana Katic was a gangster’s moll, Nathan Fillion was a PI. A period AU ensued.
(Hedging my bets and posting in parts on ff.net, but it was written as what is essentially a very long one-shot, so if you’d prefer to read it all at once, it’ll show up on LJ by the end of the week.)
Well, if you don’t like the bed – he falls down beside her – I suppose we’re paying for the carpet as well.
TFLN fic-a-thon take ‘why don’t you write something you should be writing’ edition. for the prompt: (315): i fell off the bed in the middle of it, and he yelled “5 second rule” and kept fucking me. i think im in love.
Morning means a murder, coffee and convoluted theories, and something he knows but she doesn’t. She’ll be out of reach all day. It’s a relief and it’s not.
A series of missing scenes from Dial M For Murder.
Next part of lessons in love and basic mathematics (follows x plus one and one plus one). x-posted to LJ here.
“Great coffee, like great sex, usually begins with grinding.”
UM FUCK THIS IS HILARIOUS I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD SO EARLY IN THE MORNING.
Right. So this is based from the TFLN (317): I’m not sure how many more innuendos I can slip into this fucking conversation before I just blatantly say “I want to fuck you.” and in this story, Castle teaches Beckett how to make coffee. (Because it is quite obvious from canon that she cannot work that espresso machine.) OH DEAR GOD, the puns. I cannot. It’s perfect. (Particularly great if you have coffee making knowledge.) Go on. Read it.
“I didn’t want to presume to know what you wanted.”
“I would’ve thought,” she says, leaning up to work her words against the rough edge of his jaw, up along bone until she’s sucking his ear into her mouth. “That by now-” she tugs at it with her teeth at the same time as her nails flex against his stomach “- it’d be obvious.”
Another fill for this fic-a-thon (go leave prompts) for the prompt by “Whatever happens, happens” I meant “We are totally hooking up again on Tuesday.” I thought that was obvious.
Good point. Well, you write softcore porn for a living, I’m sure you can think of a few things to test me.
Challenge accepted detective, challenge accepted.
There’s this fic-a-thon happening on LJ (go! play!) in which all the prompts are Texts From Last Night posts. And geonncannon prompted with Castle/Beckett - (208): I want to be ashamed of the things we do this weekend.
So this happened. And I myself am a little bit ashamed of that.
