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alwayswritewithcoffee · 1 year

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If it had been Jim who had been murdered and not Johanna, in what ways do you think Beckett's life would have changed? (I'm assuming that, professionally, she would have become a detective anyway, of course)

Oooooh, that's a good question, Anon. I'm going to assume -- but please chime in if I'm wrong -- that everything else stays the same. The murder is unsolved, the cops don't really seem that fussed about finding out who did it, etc. So one of the most interesting things to me about Beckett is that she doesn't seem to gravitate to one parent over the other in the show. Yeah, some of that is definitely because Johanna is dead and that hobbles any interaction/development and, you know, her memories of her mom are colored by the fact she's no longer around. But generally speaking, Beckett's relationship with Johanna seems less fraught with squabbles than with her dad. It truly seems like Johanna was at least understanding of some of her daughter's wilder tendencies, and was often the one trying to rein in Jim's overprotective streak. I think, over time, she and Johanna would become quite close if Jim had died. She still becomes a cop, because she won't stand for not having the murder solved or for other people being treated as they were, and Johanna is her number one cheerleader as she goes through the Academy. Where Jim and KB kind of fractured for a while due to his drinking and their grief, I think Johanna and KB would have done the opposite and drawn closer together. So you'd see Johanna involved in her life a lot more than Jim arguably is. Like to the point Johanna would be a recurring character (ala Martha) in this tv version of Castle. She'd know what Kate was working on, she'd known who she's dating, and offer her sage advice about all of it. And, yeah, I think once Kate is in the NYPD, she and Johanna generally piece together what they know about Jim's case. Johanna's a lawyer, and while I can buy that she's a bit broken and stunted by his death, she never strikes me in the show as the type of person in life to just let things lie. Johanna, like Kate, would push and push and push to try and find out what happened. In my mind, they work it together and eventually concede that they need to step back and give themselves some time before trying again. That's about the time she meets Castle and, you know, it's like a moth to a flame. I think it'd be a change in Kate's personality, too. I don't think she'd be quite as broken or as haunted as she is when the show begins. I think she'd probably have a few more friends because Johanna would push her not to lose herself in her work and to live her life. Probably would have dated a bit more, and maybe had a few serious relationships. The walls she put up wouldn't be quite so high or indestructible, and I don't think she would resist her connection with Castle quite so much, either. Not with her mother and Martha (who clearly would team up and become best friends) around to cajole and poke and steer them together. I guess the easiest way to describe it -- think of Beckett and Castle meeting when Kate's in her late season two headspace of being more open to living her life. She's still got that innate passion and sense of justice, she still gives everything to her job, but she's got a better balance of the job vs. her life. That's where I see her.

#kate beckett #richard castle #johanna beckett #jim beckett #castle #anonymous stuff #man this was a good question #kudos anon

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pollylynn · 10 months

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Title: Misdeem WC: 950

“I don’t see it going anywhere.” —Richard Castle, Food to Die For (2 x 22)

There are times when he’d like to be a liar. This probably does not exactly set him apart from the masses. Who is out there walking around, drawing breath and sighing it back out again who hasn’t wished they’d been a liar at one time or another? Who hasn’t had a friend solicit reactions a truly hideous new outfit and desperately tried to sell a sincere It’s fantastic! only to have their own stupid, truth-telling face nuke the little white lie from orbit? Doesn’t he—day in and day out—sit across the table from self-tattling morons who’d like nothing more than to lie their way right out of the interrogation room? He might be—he clearly is—in bad company, but he would very much like to be a liar right now.

Beckett didn’t seem to mind.

His mother thinks he’s lying. His daughter probably would think he was lying if she had any attention to spare. And it’s not even that he wants to be lying. It should be a lie. That’s the agony of it.

She should mind. That’s the way of things. This whole Richard Castle: Moral Support for Hire gambit should be one in a long line of his fool-proof plans to get her goat—to make her mind.

But she doesn’t mind. It’s not a problem. He’s telling the truth, and he’s not even getting credit for it. Not from his mother, who is pursing her lips and shaking her head as she sourly reminds him that he should be getting ready for his date.

He doesn’t want credit, though, not in this instance, and certainly not for this truth. He wants to be the rogue his mother thinks he is—the one his daughter would think he is, if she weren’t, herself, so torn between duty and desire. He wants to be the Hamptons, the seductive allure of fun in the sun that makes Beckett forget all about the microscope-requiring AP exam that is Tom Demming. But he’s not the Hamptons. Or Beckett is not tempted by the beach. Or something.

It’s a cavalcade of lousy metaphors, so he doffs his gloves and goggles. He extracts a spare watch from somewhere and he picks out a shirt in a color that she likes on him. Or a week ago he’d have said it was a color she liked on him, but apparently he’s no judge at all of what Kate Beckett likes or doesn’t like. That is the only explanation for the fact that she’ll be toting her microscope and slides all over town tonight, completely unperturbed by the thought that he will be out on the town, raconteuring his way through the celebrity chef world with one of her high school gang.

There’s a moment when she bursts on the five-star dinner scene that he thinks she’s come to make a liar out of him. He very nearly chokes on whatever it is he’s eating at the moment and weakly, hopefully demands to know: Beckett, what are you doing here?

He has the answer. He’d happily write it for her. He’d set her up with anything from cue cards to index cards to a state-of-the-art teleprompter, if she’d only read the lines with conviction: I’m here for you. I’m here because I couldn’t stand the thought of this. I’m here because it is a problem, and I do mind.

But that isn’t the answer, of course. She is not interested in cue cards, index cards, or his writing services in any medium. She is not there for him or because she minds or it’s a problem. She’s there for case-related purposes, because the only struggle for her is the one between duty and more duty.

He tries to work himself up to play the part everyone expects—the one she expects. He makes a respectable showing of it. He whines at length about the food of which she has cruelly deprived him and her good friend Madison. He accuses her of being uncivilized. He has another nanosecond’s worth of a thrill when she bans him from the interrogation. He parses the words giggling over the risotto with our suspect up, down, and sideways, searching for vindication—for the indisputable evidence that he’s been a liar after all, but it isn’t there.

She’s hissing, red-faced, and thoroughly embarrassed by Madison’s Castle baby fantasy, but it’s . . . generic embarrassment. Or worse, it’s embarrassment for his sake—that he’d play a role in such an outlandish fantasy, or maybe that he’ll get the wrong idea? She’s avoidant when he tries to get her goat with a reprise of the Castle baby fantasy, but it’s . . . impersonal. She wants to get on with the case and back to her date with duty. There isn’t a shred of evidence that she hopped in the Fun Police Wagon and drove it down to Rocco DiSpirito’s place because she’s bothered by the fact that he was out with Madison.

He wonders how it’s come to this. He wonders when, because he could have sworn that she minded when he had his ten-second fling with Ellie Monroe, when he was on the radar of Bachelorette Number 3. He would have laid money on it being a problem when Rina scrawled her digits across his palm, when Lee Waxman wanted to trade favors, and when Meredith and the Crazy-Sex Train blew through town. He’s positive that she has minded virtually every woman who has so much as given him a second glance over the last year or so.

But Madison? She doesn’t mind. It’s not a problem, because she, herself, has ‘Something’.

That’s the truth and he’d so much rather be a liar.

A/N: Oof. This was ornery; and I didn't think this was the lie that would drive the story. Blegh.

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justellie-b · 7 months

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I love this! An amazingly good edit by khb41319 over on tiktok. I’ve always wanted to do a “Johanna Beckett” edit but this is already awesome.

Tagging my usuals to please watch this too - @do-it-for-the-fandom @incrimeandinlife

#castle #kate beckett #johanna beckett

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do-it-for-the-fandom · 11 months

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May prompts

May 23

Prompt: dancing

Set: sometime 1998ish.

It had been a long, tiring day at the firm and he honestly couldn’t wait to get home and spend a quiet night in with his wife.

The last thing he expected when he unlocked the door to their brownstone was to hear poppy dance music blaring from the living room. As he entered their home he closed his eyes, sighed, and shut the door behind him.

“Johanna,” he called down the hall. “I’m home.”

“In the living room.” Johanna’s cheery voice carried over the tune that filled the air. “Come join us!”

“Us?” he uttered to himself as he placed his briefcase by the entryway console and tossed his keys into the decorative bowl.

As he walked toward the source of the excitement that radiated through the home, the sound of laughter echoing down the hall diffused any lingering frustrations from work. He rounded the corner, instantly uplifted by the sight before him: his wife and their daughter laughing and dancing to MTV’s weekly video countdown.

His own laughter mingled with theirs as he watched them twist and move to the music.

“Hey, Dad,” his daughter greeted as the song came to an end.

“Hi, Katie.” He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a gentle squeeze. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your company tonight?” he asked when she pulled away.

The teen shrugged; an attempt to play it cool, but there was no hiding the emotion in her voice when she spoke. “I missed you.”

Since moving away for college, she had kept herself busy trying to balance her study, work and a social life. Between that and her parents’ work schedule, visits had unfortunately been few and far between.

“I should have called first,” she began to apologise.

“Are you kidding? And ruin the surprise?” He wrapped his arms around her again.

This time he had no intention to let go too soon.

“We’ve missed you too,” he whispered as she melted into his embrace.

#fanfic #castle fanfiction #Jim Beckett #Johanna Beckett #Kate Beckett #my drabbles

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partnersincrime · 1 year

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#Richard Castle #Katherine Beckett #Javier Esposito #Kevin Ryan #Roy Montgomery #Victoria Gates #Alexis Castle #Martha Rodgers #Lanie Parish #Johanna Beckett #Jim Beckett #Jenny Ryan #Sooo Manyy Moreee #Love This Show #Caskett #Always

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laurellance · 4 months

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senator bracken, you are under arrest for conspiracy, fraud, and the murder of my mother, johanna beckett.

#castleedit #crimeshowsource #femaledaily #femalecharacters #filmtvcentral #filmtvdaily #userthing #usercreate #tvarchive #cinemapix #cinematv #nessa007 #tuserkers #userladiesblr #userladiesofcinema #femalegifsource #*#castle #kate beckett

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thirdtidemouse · 4 months

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hilda characters in taskmaster, if this means anything to anyone:

for context, taskmaster is a show hosted by greg davies and pathetic assistant (/creator) alex horne. each series five comedians are made to do pointless and difficult tasks and are awarded points. it ends up being very very funny and very amicably argumentative.

for now, i'll do my classic 5 faves, but i would love to do more like edmund + some ocs!

hilda - starting with the kids, likely winner. i mean she is the main character, but she has those problem-solving skills and unbeatable enthusiastic spirit (which would definitely take a beating in this godawful game). i considered how different the competition might be given that they're kids? but lenny rush recently competed at 14 and he did awesome. hilda would definitely stand up for herself if she thought her score or the task was unfair but she is a good sport all round. most likely to miss the huge hidden-in-plain-sight clues. here to have fun but not fuck around. all the cheerful demeanor of rob beckett. likes to very gently make fun of alex. would never ever give up.

"what you can't take away from me is that i had an absolutely lovely day."

"people say my ADHD means i have shit problem solving skills. no sir!"

frida - nerdiness to rival josh widdicombe. knows the taskmaster's tricks and snoops all around for clues/hidden solutions. genuine competence and competitiveness of someone like sarah kendall, as indignant and argumentative as ed gamble. the one time she doesn't find the hidden alternative answer is when the main pathway is just 'do a really long maths sum to get the code for the lock' and she just gets on with it because she can. tries not to act overly proud of herself but after a particular stressful win she definitely gets up and cheers. argues with other contestants. gets very annoyed by alex and sometimes tells him to shut up.

"the only way i get out of this with any dignity is if i die right now."

[to a small plush vole] "you've got no chutzpah! your organizational skills are lacklustre, and your timekeeping is abysmal."

david - the awkward swagger of james acaster but absolutely 0 of his winning spirit. definitely a fan-favourite pathetic contestant. the show would wear his psyche down so much he would snap and end up begging for points in a total breakdown à la joe wilkinson. gets genuinely cocky after a rare win. gets very stressed out by alex and is very scared of greg. like mae martin, is initially very nonchalant about the tasks, but can become freaked out quickly. not very good at getting points. ashamed of his failures and overjoyed with his successes. most likely to be given a humiliating solo task.

"please don't take it away from me."

"well well well! looks like last in P.E., first in being a legend!"

johanna - total sweetheart, smiling all the time even when she fucks up and loses, much like charlotte ritchie. although she does fuck up and lose considerably less. less nervous though, here to have fun AND fuck around. a sally phillips approach to tasks, meaning chill as fuck, inconspicuously normal contestant, that consistently produces either the most terribly planned OR the most creatively out of pocket and deranged 'solutions', of which back in the studio she has zero explanation for and can only laugh uncontrollably as if it wasn't entirely her idea. this will inevitably win her a lot of points but she will fall short on something like charlotte ritchie's first prize task, in which she brings in all of her bedding, is told 'you can't just pick up stuff from around your house,' and is given last place. this also makes her place her head in her hands and giggle. her attitude carries charlotte's consistent likeness to a children's tv show host. zaniness and well-spoken ramblings of mike wozniak.

"when you have no other ideas, you stick to your bad idea."

"i was excited, there was fire, i'd been told to undermine a vole and i let him have it."

kaisa - will not embarrass herself for love nor money. could not give a fuck about any of you people and simultaneously is incredibly determined to win. would get increasingly distraught with the incompetence of any teammates in an ed gamble outburst. despite this, is a cooperative and hardworking teammate. would spend long periods of time in silent thought before carrying out her plan with no explanation along the way. like james acaster, does not ever say hello to alex, just because she 'doesn't have to.' generally does not like alex. to quote jamali maddix, 'he's a punk. i don't like him.' acts like a rebellious teen in the presence of greg. i have no solid outfit headcanons right now but she would wear what bridget christie wore:

"i've got three sensitivity levels! and i'll be honest, i'm on my top fucking one right now!"

"i knew we were against the clock, and i didn't give a fuck"

and here is my final test of character - one of the most simple and most telling tasks, from the very first episode:

"eat as much of this watermelon as you can in one minute."

hilda - romesh ranganathan. upon entry of the lab, she wields the watermelon above her head and smashes it into the floor, devouring as much of it as she can. total tunnel vision. she throws up a little at the end. wins the task.

frida - josh widdicombe. enters prepared with a knife, manages to hurriedly cut and eat a portion of the watermelon, with not nearly as much vigor as hilda. is not giving up any dignity for this. 3rd place.

david - frank skinner. was not expecting a whole watermelon. manages to quickly get into the melon but falls short at his eating speed. is clearly trying not to choke. 4th place.

johanna - tim key. no utensils required. cracks it open right there on the table, eating as fast as possible, almost to the same wild and untamed degree as her daughter. is docked points because she sneaks a final bite of watermelon after the minute is up, just because she enjoys it. 2nd place.

kaisa - roisin conarty. was also not expecting a whole watermelon. total lack of urgency in comparison. leaves the room and spends 50 of her 60 seconds retrieving a knife, which she totally could have done beforehand, manages to crack open and eat a total of 9 grams of the watermelon before her time is immediately up. last place. couldnt give a fuck though

thanks for reading guys. if you have anything to add or ask then please do. peace and love

#taskmaster #hilda the series #hilda netflix #hilda #johanna #kaisa #frida #david #au #my au #taskmaster au

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bunysliper · 8 months

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Words: 1,577

Genre: Drama/Romance

Rated: T

Character: [Kate B., Rick C.] [Jim B., Johanna B.]

Summary: One fateful night, Kate Beckett's life changes forever. A 'Waking Up in Vegas' verse story. Caskett AU. College AU. Complete

Final Chapter

#caskett #castle #castle fanfic #caskett fanfic #castle fanfiction #my fanfic #Castle AU Fic #Waking Up in Vegas verse

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rejection-isnt-failure · 8 months

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Very accurate. A couple of other things missing that we wish they could have explored:

Flashbacks with Johanna Beckett and a young Kate Beckett

Castle's disappearance lasting longer than a quarter of the EP.

Castle's disappearance being properly explained. We got no actual resolution from his past.

Season 8 rewrite with Beckett finding out she's pregnant, where we get to see them both as parents.

And probably a lot more I can't think of right now 😂😂😂

#Castle #caskett

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thefifthsister · 1 year

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Castlemas ‘22 #23: A Little Bit Of Warmth

Post Series

Three sets of eager faces peered up at him from the table, red cheeked from the cold and bursting with excitement as he made cocoa.

“Remember, one goes in your mug and you get two for a treat,” he reminds as three little hands rummage for the special marshmallows they’d found at the Christmas market.

“Okay Grampa,” he hears chirped back and watches his grandkids dropping their selections on the table, placing one in each mug he placed in front of each.

“Now, what do we do next?”

“Bwow,” Reece tells him earnestly. “Hot Gampa.”

“That’s right. Blow them,” he reminds, even though he knows the twins cups are luke warm for their safety.

He watches the exaggerated faces they make, laughing at the way the three of them giggled at each other and was grateful for a minute to sit.

“Grampa?”

“Yes Lily Jo?”

He watches her struggle for a minute, reminding him so much of his own daughter when she was second guessing something.

“What do you want to ask me?” he encourages.

“What did you used to do with Mommy when she was little?”

And he feels that brief mix of grief and joy, remembers his daughter, lively and excited for Santa and baking cookies and decorating the tree and all the things that he and Johanna did to add a little magic to little Katie Beckett’s life.

“Well,” he begins. “We did all sorts of things. We would decorate the tree. Write a letter to Santa. We used to walk through the city and see all the lights. Sometimes we’d watch movies.”

“With Grandma too?”

And he smiles at the memory. His girls were inseparable at Christmas time. Kate reminded him so much of his wife, was the same kind of mother that Johanna had been and he loved seeing how she passed these things on to her kids now.

“Grandma too. Grandma loved Christmas.”

“Do you get sad like Mommy does sometimes?” she asks and it takes everything in him not to let out the gasp he feels.

“We both miss Grandma. There are things that remind us of her.”

He watches Lily closely, not wanting to upset her or dampen her spirit in anyway. Reece and Jake abandon their empty cups, head for the toy box in the corner and he lets them pull out whatever they want to entertain themselves with and turns his attention back to the contemplative little girl beside him.

“Can I cheer you up?”

Jim chuckles. “I’m always happy when I’m with you and your brothers.”

Lily smiles, taking a sip of her cocoa and looking at Reece and Jake and turning back to her Grandpa. “But me more?”

Jim shakes his head, noticing the look of mischief in his granddaughters eyes - so much like her mother. “There is no competition. The three of you are loved and adored equally.”

“Can we go look at the lights? Like you did with Mommy and Grandma.”

Jim nods. “Let me talk to your Mom later and we’ll see.”

“And Mommy come too. That will make her happy, right?”

“Listen to me Lily,” Jim moves closer, reaches out to grasp his granddaughters hand. “Being with you and your brothers makes Mommy happy. She loves having adventures with you. You don’t have to worry about Mommy. Or me. Okay?”

“But I want to go see lights with you Grandpa,” Lily begs.

“Okay, then I’ll see what I can do,” Jim assures her.

Lily smiles and turns back to her drink.

“I used to watch Charlie Brown with your Mommy at Christmas,” Jim tells her. “Want to watch that with me? I think you and your brothers will like it just like your Mom did.”

Lily smiles, eager to do anything with her beloved Grandpa.

#castlemas 22 #castle fanfic #my fanfic #photo prompt #jim beckett #lily castle #jake castle #reece castle

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alwayswritewithcoffee · 1 year

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I often read people on tumblr or in fics (the writer through the characters, especially Beckett) say that if they had gotten together at the end of the season 2, Castle and Beckett wouldn't have worked out, they would have fallen apart. But I have to disagree. It may have taken more effort to them, but I strongly believe that they would have overcome the obstacles. Your thoughts?

I tend to think the same as most of the fandom , Anon. I don't think they would have broken up permanently or anything -- my view is that they're destined to be together and it'll work out someway, somehow -- but I do think that if Gina hadn't shown up and things progressed to a relationship between Castle and Beckett that it's a rather rocky road for them. Like I can't see them surviving her shooting, for example. She's going to be reeling and she's going to hide away, and Castle's going to force a confrontation that explodes with her ordering him to leave and not come back. He'd still work the case with the boys without her knowledge, and when Beckett is back at work she'd let him hang around because she does miss him, but she's not ready for all her feelings. Do they get back together at the end of season 4? Sure, but I think there's now a lot of frustration and distrust on Castle's part. And if he still harbors his secret meetings and keeps pushing her away from her mom's murder, you're looking at another solid breakup. And this time it's Castle walking away and drawing a line in the sand. That's the one I think they have a hard time bouncing back from. Because Kate also feels betrayed and like she can't forgive him. Even if she almost falls off the roof and goes back to him, I don't think it's so easy for Castle to give in to her. It's not like she's finally admitted her feelings as it is in Always. They would have been together for nearly two years by that point. And I don't think he's quite as willing to let her throw her life away. Season 5 -- I think they're broken up, he's in and out of the precinct, there's strained banter and maybe a few close calls where danger brings their feelings back up. But they don't get back together, KB goes to Washington without a marriage proposal and she stays until she gets fired. What's going to bring them back together is Castle's disappearance. Obviously not before their wedding, but he's still kidnapped and missing, and it's months of her agonizing over that. And then when he's back, when he's recovered, they dive in and that's the time it sticks. Not without a lot of hard talks about their past issues and resolving to communicate better and stop keeping secrets. In this AU-verse (man, I'm on a kick with those lately), they get engaged after solving Johanna's murder and arresting Bracken. They get married a year later, after taking down LokSat and legitimately fake breaking up vs. actually breaking up.

#castle #kate beckett #richard castle #caskett #anonymous stuff #auverses #tumblr did away with the read more tag i guess #so just flooding your dashboards with long thoughts about these two dummies

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pollylynn · 1 year

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Title: Bound and Determined WC: 900

"There’s nothing going on between Beckett and me.”

— Richard Castle, Tick, Tick, Tick . . . (2 x 17)

She is wide awake with a gun under her pillow. Metaphorically under her pillow. A gun literally under her pillow would be unsafe. She flops from her back to her stomach, punching said pillow as she lands, silently cursing his name. It’s his fault she’s wide awake, policing her own internal thoughts for literary correctness.

It’s his fault that she is not, in fact, too tired to argue. She has, in fact, been having a deeply satisfying, one-sided argument this whole time since she stalked off, wine-less and all too aware of the smug smile he was, no doubt, leveling at her back. Or she had been having it right up until the literary policing started. She has been lying here, staring up at the ceiling, at one wall, then the other, at the door with its stubbornly non-moving knob, her mind whirring its way through every jab and cut and devastating blow she could have, should have, would have landed if only she’d taken him up on that glass of wine. Maybe she should have taken him up on that glass of wine. Maybe she should have taken the whole damned bottle to bed with her.

“Not really,” she tells the ceiling as she groans and flops on to her back again. Her history—her dad’s history—will not really allow her to be a going-to-bed-with-a-bottle-of-wine kind of person. “Which you should know.” She sticks her tongue out at the door and adds another unforgivable sin to his already substantial total. She scowls hard at the painted white brick the bedroom shares with the living room. She grips the blankets tight in her fists and wills herself not to throw them back, not to tear open the door and stomp back down the hall for the sheer pleasure of sharing with him the highlight reel of insults her brain has spent the last few hours coming up with.

She grips the blankets tight in her fists and wills herself not to throw them back, not to slip soundlessly from the bed, not to slink back down the hall to pour herself a soundless, clandestine glass of wine. It’s a dual, white-knuckle truth. She forces her fingers to loosen their hold just a little, but the blankets make their cautious way to her chin. Her shoulders hunch. She’s burrowing deeper into the pillows. She’s making herself small, and what’s that about? What is any of this about?

She is wide a wake, despite the fact that she is exhausted in every possible way. That is his fault. She tries to right herself by returning to this central fact, but the secret hour has struck in which exhaustion wakes up the whole damned internal house and insists on some middle-of-the-night introspection.

Why is it his fault that she is wide awake? There’s the obvious. She really does want a chance to deliver some hindsight-curated shots about his schoolboy crush on Jordan Shaw. She wants go gloriously off script and rip him a new one for his crack about the sexlessness of their relationship, although now that she thinks about it, that particular theme could use some curation, because what exactly is the problem with him, for once, confirming the sexlessness of their relationship, rather than responding to Jordan Shaw’s shockingly unprofessional commentary with his usual—a sly, maddeningly confident, Not yet?

Relationship.

That’s the crux of it. She wants, childishly, to rush out there, startle him badly enough that he rolls off the couch, waking at the exact moment that his head connects with the hardwood floor. She wants to shout at the top of her lungs that—oh, by the way—they do not have a relationship, they just have . . . sexlessness.

That’s what she wants to do, and yeah, it’s a line of argument that definitely needs some work. But more important, even in her current state of exhaustion, her mind won’t allow it, any more than it will allow her to abuse the word literally.

He is on her couch, and she suspects that if she were to rush or stomp or creep or slink down the hallway and out into the living room, she’d find he’s wide awake, too. He’s probably polishing his own comebacks and stockpiling riffs about her “ridiculous” jealousy, because he is ever himself, just as she is ever herself.

He is on her couch, because he is not leaving her alone. Because he feels responsible, and even if he has nothing to offer in the way of protection against a crazed wanna-be serial killer, save his rapier wit and a heart-stoppingly expensive bottle of wine, he is still there when it would have been easier for him to not still be there. It would have been easier for him never to have come at all—to have stayed home making sure his Agent Jordan Shaw in The Recapitator poster is hanging level on the wall of his bedroom. It would have been easier for him to have gone when she started scolding him for his breaches of imaginary protocol.

There are so many things in the world that would have been easier than him lying on her couch, almost certainly awake—than her lying here with the covers up to her chin, very definitely awake.

There are so many things in the world that must be easier than this thing—this relationship—they’re in.

A/N: I am ashamed to admit that I have cracked myself up with the image of Castle's bedroom papered with Jordan Shaw posters. J/K. I clearly have no shame.

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do-it-for-the-fandom · 5 months

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Christmas Decorations

Season 6

Kate stared at the tangled rope of lights in her hands.

It was such a simple task, she hadn't thought twice before taking the lights from Rick's hands when he had asked for her help. But as she zoned out the Christmas-themed chaos around her and focused on the dozens of tiny bulbs in her hands... everything seemed to just hit her.

She had told Castle just last year that when she and her father finally took down the Christmas decorations after her mothers death, it was like some unspoken agreement that they were putting Christmas away forever. She had felt guilty enough last year after joining Castle and his family for dinner. But this? This felt like betrayal, like she was breaking that unspoken promise to her father.

She knew he would never begrudge her for moving on; that wasn't the issue. The issue was that she felt like she was moving on without him, that she was leaving him behind in that dark, cold and lonely cabin while she was immersed in the warmth and light of Castle's child-like wonderment.

That was what had her frozen, staring at the tangled rope of lights in her hands, unable to complete the oh-so-simple task of untangling them.

A knock on the front door yanked her abruptly from her internal spiral. She looked around, searching for Castle among the piles of boxes that contained Christmas decorations.

He popped out from behind the tree, a smile on his face.

"That'll be our special helper," he announced. "Do you mind letting him in?"

Beckett forced a smile, but was grateful for the distraction. "Sure."

She tossed the lights onto the couch, then made her way through the maze of boxes toward the front door. She pulled open the door, eyes narrowed in disbelief.

"Dad?"

Jim stood, just a little uncertain, with a plate of Johanna's famous sugar cookie bars in his hands.

"Hi, Katie," he greeted with a smile. He held the plate up slightly, displaying his efforts to his daughter. "I don't think I did them quite as good as your mother used to," he admitted quietly. "But I thought you might like something a little familiar for your new Christmas tradition."

Kate felt a hand at her lower back, then heard Castle's voice behind her.

"Thanks Jim, these look great." He reached around her and took the plate from her father. "I'll pop them over here."

As soon as her father's hands were free she wrapped her arms around him in a crushing hug. Jim wasn't fazed by her enthusiasm, though, and matched it by squeezing her back just as tight.

"I didn't know you were coming," she said softly as she finally let him go.

"Rick came to me a few days ago," Jim began to explain with a smile. "He told me all about his plan to create new family traditions that included you and that honoured your traditions, too. He wanted to make sure I understood that I am family, too. And that I am always welcome. And that he looked forward to spending time together over the holidays - but only when I was ready."

Kate smiled at her fiancé's thoughtfulness.

"Are you ready?" she asked Jim, knowing that diving back in to a Castle Family Christmas was less like diving into the deep end and more like being pushed in.

"I don't know," Jim admitted, looking around the loft. "All I know is: your mother loved this time of year. She can't be here to celebrate but I can... and I think you and I have both missed out on too much celebration."

"Me too," Kate whispered solemnly.

"So..." Jim tilted his head toward the mess of decorations. "What can I do to help?"

Kate closed the door behind them and led her father further into the loft.

"This is insanity," he commented as they weaved through the boxes.

Kate laughed and shook her head. "This isn't even half of it."

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The Blame Game

POV: based on 8x12 from Castle, but instead of wives and husbands, there are mothers and daughters

(You should watch the episode first or you will not understand everything)

Age: 17

Name: Charlotte “Charlie” Johanna Beckett

Warnings ⚠️: kidnapping, blood, death, weapons, (child-loss)

Beckett-Castle Apartment:

Charlie was awaken by the coffee machine downstairs, so she knew one of her parents is awake. Like every other Saturday she takes her time and takes a comfortable shower. She puts on jeans, a T-Shirt and a hoodie and makes her way downstairs.

While walking down she sees her dad making breakfast and her mom reading the newspapers. As she walks down further Rick looks up. “Good Morning Kiddo.” He greats her with a happy mood. Now Kate also looks up and smiles at her. “Morning Dad.” she smiles at him. “Hey what about me?” Kate says with a smile. “Morning to you to Mom.” Charlie says and sits down next to the Captain. Charlie hopes that they could have a calm family morning but already knows that it’s only a matter of time until her mother’s phone rings and she has to go the 12th precinct. “So Charlie, what are your plans for today?” Kate says while looking up from the newspaper. “Um I got a message. My friend asked me to get a important package for him, that a relative has.” Charlie said while eating her scrambled eggs. “Do you need me to drive you?” Kate asked. “Na, I just take the sub. I bet that any minute you have to go to the precinct anyways.” Charlie said looking at her mom with a hint of disappointment in her features and like she can see the future Kates phone starts to ring. “Beckett, yeah I’m on my way.” she picks up her stuff. “I’m sorry guys but I have to go. I will make it up to you Charlie promise.” Kate said kissing Rick and then kissing Charlie on the head. “Yeah Yeah, bye” Kate walks out. Charlie stands up “Well then I will go to, the sooner I go, the sooner I’m back.” Charlie puts on her jacket and makes her way to the subway.

When she stands in front of the building her phone rings and “Mom<3” shows up on the screen. “Hey Mom, what’s up?” Charlie answers the phone. “Hey Baby, did you pick up the package already?” Kate asked walking into her office with the file from the new murder that happened. “No I’m standing in front of the building.” Charlie said looking up the building. “Ok, what do you want to do after that” Kate asked now sitting in her desk. “Go home and watch Brooklyn 99 all day.” Charlie said. “God you’re so obsessed with that show.” She says with a chuckle. “Well it’s a good show. I’ll text when I get home. Bye mom love you.” “Bye love you too baby” Charlie ends the call into the building. Walking up the stairs she noticed how old and dirty the building is and Charlie started to fell uncomfortable. Suddenly there is a sting in her arm.

“How far we on the murder guys?” Kate asked walking out of her office. “We have a white van that a witness saw driving shortly after murder. So the car of the murderer. Ryan is trying to track it down, I try to find relatives or friends while this happens. Two co-workers from her are on their way right now.” Javier explains. “Ok, keep me updated.” Kate said. *ping* Kate picks up here phone and sees a message from Charlie. “Urgent! Meet me at 143 Nicholas ST. ASAP”. Kate didn’t wait longer and made her way out of the 12th precinct.

Charlie wakes up, positioning herself upwards, she noticed that she is in an elementary classroom looking to her left, 3 other girls in her age are also waking up. “Ow, where am I. Who are you guys” the red haired girl next to her asked. “I can’t remember how I got here.” The girl with blond hair behind Charlie groans.”Guys I don’t know who you are but I don’t have my phone.” the black skinned girl says. Everyone looks after their phones but no one has one. “ I know this is weird, but we have to stay calm. To make things easier for us. I’m Charlie Beckett and 17 years old.” Charlie introduces herself. “I’m Rhiannon, also 17 years old.” The black skinned girl says. “I’m Sarah with a h, also 17” the red haired girl says. “I’m Maddie, 17” the blond haired girl says.

“After that is settled. I guess it is not a Coincidence that four 17 years old are locked into the same room and whoever is behind this is watching us with that camera.” Charlie said. “Are some kind of sherlock?” The red haired said with an attitude. “No, I’m just good at combining things. I guess it’s given from parents.” Charlie looking around the room. “That’s why your name sounds so familiar. You’re the kid of the Captain Kate Beckett and the writer Richard Castle. That’s so cool” Rhiannon says. “Wait your mom is a cop. Then get a massage to her and they can break us out of here.” Sarah said. “How am I to do that without a phone. Let’s just solve this puzzle.” Charlie said and everyone but Sarah gathers around it. Sarah smash’s the glass of the axe. “Fuck it I’m breaking out of here. What its made out of rubber. Shit.” Suddenly Bees fly out of the box and sting Maddy. “I’m allergic.” She says before she collapse. “The antitoxin has to be in this puzzle.” Charlie says starting to solve it with the help of Rhiannon. They finish it and give Maddy the antitoxin, it was close but she survived it. “Well now we know it’s not only a game. It’s about death and life.” Charlie says while looking everybody. Then with a crack the TV in the room turns on. “Look the room it’s identical to ours.” Maddie says. “That’s my Mom. Susan” Rhiannon says shocked. “That’s my Mom, Helen” Sarah said. Charlie stares at the woman with her back turned to the camera. Suddenly that woman turned around to look at the TV. “Mom.” Charlie said without taking her eyes off the TV.

“Look the room it’s identical.” Helen says while looking at the Tv. “Wait a moment that is my daughter Sarah” Susan said starring at the TV disbelieve. “And that’s my daughter Rhiannon.” Helen says. “That’s my kid. Charlie. They must have abducted them first and send the messages with their phones. To get us to that building.” Kate explained. “Charlie? Charlie? Can you hear me Charlie?” Kate tries to communicate with her daughter. She won’t show before these strangers she just met, but inside she is freaking out and is scared for her daughter’s life. But Charlie does not move meaning they can’t hear them. The TV turns black. Kate looks at Helen noticing something on her neck. “What do you have on your neck Helen?”. Helen looks at her neck, there is a weird looking symbol. “I don’t know, but you have it to.” Helen says pointing at Kate side. Susan doesn’t have one.

“Rhiannon did you see something on your mom’s shoulder?” Charlie asked. “Yeah she had that weird looking symbol that Maddie and Sarah have.” Rhiannon exclaimed. “Are you sure?” Charlie asked. “I didn’t take my eyes off her.” Rhiannon nodded. “Following that pattern. My mom has one and I don’t. Your mom has one and you don’t. Your mom doesn’t have it but you.”

“There were 4 kids but only 3 of us, what happened to the women in that chair.” Helen asked while pointing on one chair.

Both groups found out by now that the wood stick from the axe is the key for the door, but the didn’t open just a cabin with a gun in it. “2 will die, 1 will be freed” Kate reads. “They what us to go against each other.” Helen says and Kate nods. Kate places the gun in the holder an walks away. Susan takes it and points it at them. “Susan what are you doing. That doesn’t bring us further. You don’t have to do this.” Kate says trying to calm her down. “It’s called surviving. It’s an instinct.” Susan claims.

In the same time the TV for the girls turn on and they see how Susan points the gun. Without thinking twice Sarah jumps to the desk and takes the gun and points it up. “My Mom is right. I’m not dying today.” Charlie steps in front of the group. “Sarah we had a deal no one takes the gun.” Charlie said, suddenly Maddie steps in front of her “shot me.” Maddie said looking at Sarah. Sarah pulls the trigger and it fires backwards, she lays on the ground not moving. “Oh god is she dead” Maddie asked. “Yeah, who ever build this room, manipulated the gun so that it kills the shooter. Now let’s find a way out of here.” Charlie exclaimed.

Susan was tied up and sitting on a chair. The TV turns on and they see Sarahs dead body and Charlie with the gun in her hand. “Oh my, Sarah. Your daughter killed my child!” Susan screamed and cried. “I’m so sorry, I’m sure there is an explanation.” Kate said sure that Charlie could’ve done it.

Both groups found their way out of the classroom. The mother’s in a more elegant way with building a bomb. The girls used brutal force breaking the door open.

“Stay right behind me.” Kate said with the gun in hand. They start walking when a shadow showed on the wall. Kate nod so the other lean against the wall. She turns around the corner.

“Don’t fire that.” Charlie said with her hands up. “It’s build to kill the shooter. That’s how Sarah died.” Charlie explained. Kate doesn’t hesitate and pulls Charlie into hug. Charlie closes her eyes and breath in the scent of her mother perfume. “I’m so glad you’re ok. I had a heart attack seeing you in that room.” Charlie just chuckled on that statement. “We should keep going.” Maddie said while looking around. “She’s right” Kate took Charlie’s hand not planning on letting it go for a while. “There is the exit.” Maddie said running into the room. “No wait that’s a trap.” Both Kate and Charlie said. But the doors closed on both sides. Three leather on the wall. Kate takes the card. “…only one of the better half can go. They want to separated the couples.” Kate said looking at Charlie. “We’re 6 people, 3 leathers. They want us to give each other up.” Charlie said. “I’m staying here.” Maddie said pushing down the leather everybody turns away scared that something blows up. Kate shields Charlie, but nothing happens. “So who is stay staying with me?” Maddie asked. “I will” Kate said looking at everybody. “If you stay, I stay.” Charlie said. Kate wanted to argue but Charlie did their secret sign they have since Charlie was small. They close their fingers after one another into a fist and it says thing like “trust me” but also “I’m scared”. Kate just nods. “Wait, that’s against the rules” Maddie said. “Screw the rules.” Kate yells. Both of them push the leather and the doors open. “Thank you. We will call for help.” Helen says having Rhiannon in a side hug. They run out. Maddie suddenly lets go of the leather and the door closes. “Sorry guys I thought we could run out.” Maddie said.

“Really or are you just mad that we broke your rules?” Charlie asked letting go of the leather. “You did say there would be consequences” Kate said also letting go. “We know it’s you.” Charlie said.

“Dammit” Maddie sighed and gets out a remote opening a side cabinet with a rifle. Kate tries to run before she could take it. “Don’t move.” She points it at them. “What gave me away.” Maddie asked looking at Charlie. “That you weren’t scared at all when Sarah pulled the trigger and how you ran into the room even though everyone knew it’s a trap. So let me asked a question. Why?” Charlie said.

“My dad used to test us. Me and my mom. Lock us in rooms and let us to tests. He abused but no one helped us. They didn’t care.” Maddie said.

“Maddie we can help you.” Kate said trying to step closer but Maddie didn’t let her.

“Help me? Because you’re a cop. Yeah no. I tried talking to one but he just talked to my dad for 5 min and left.” Maddie explained. “And that’s why you punish my mom because of a time she wasn’t even captain yet?” Charlie practically yelled at her but Kate held her back with her hand.

Charlie was hit with a idea. She stepped back at the leather. “So you kidnapped a person from every job that didn’t help” Charlie said while quietly unscrewing the leather. “Enough talking. Let’s finish the experiment. One of you is going to die. Come choose.” Maddie said. “I’m not choosing” Kate exclaimed. “Me neither.” Charlie said. “One of you choose now or I’ll start to shot your body parts.” Maddie said exclaimed pointing the rifle at Kates foot. “Ok, ok. I’ll choose” Charlie said.

“I chose no one dies!” Charlie yells hitting Maddie with the leather and Kate secures the rifle. “Stay down.” Kate said.

At the same moment the police comes in and Rick runs in. “Oh thank god. You guys are ok.” Rick said bringing them into a family hug. “Let’s go home” Kate said taking Charlies hand.

Back at home Charlie and Kate both took a long and hot shower. When Charlie walks downstairs in her pjs she only sees her mom also in her pjs waiting for her. “Where is dad?” Charlie asked. “Oh he is in his office. He said he wants to give us some girls time after what happened. So I ordered pizza and the couch is waiting for us.” Kate said while opening her arms for Charlie to come to her. Charlie didn’t wait any longer and threw herself onto Kate and they both fall onto the couch laughing. Kate turns the TV on and plays Brooklyn 99. “Really Mom? You hate the show because it’s so unreal.” Charlie said. “Well seeing you laugh while watching it makes up every mistake in the show” she says. “I love you Mom” Charlie said cuddling more into her mother. “Love you too Baby, more than you think.” So the mother-daughter duo watched TV the hole night and fell asleep during that. The next morning Rick took a picture of the both of them and both of them make it their background on their phone.

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Hope you liked it. English is not my first language. So sorry for every mistake.

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