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aviradasa · 4 months

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Welcome to my masterlist

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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Shows:

The umbrella Academy

Supernatural

The walking dead

Miraculous ladybug

How to train your dragon (all spin-off shows)

The dragon Prince mysterys of Aaravos

Once upon a time

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Movies

Van helsing 2004

Hellboy 1 and 2

Labyrinth 1986

The MCU as a whole (Marvel cinematic universe)

Same with the DC universe

Avatar 1 and 2

Pirates of the Caribbean (all movies)

Games

Sally face

Call of duty

Skyrim

Legend of Zelda breath of the wild/ tears of the kingdom

Assassins creed 2

Stardew valley

Books

Creepypasta

(Work in progress I’m reading a lot more recently so give it time any book suggestions are welcome.I’m a huge fantasy fan!!!)

Bands:

Ghost

David Bowie

Mcr

(I’ll add more here once my will to live dies again.)

Characters I will write for:

The umbrella academy:

Luther

Diego

Allison

Klaus

Five

Ben

Viktor

Lila

Marcus

Fei

Alphonso

Sloane

Jayme

Supernatural:

Sam

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Dean

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Castiel

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Lucifer

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

(I'm only on season 5 so if you want more characters let me know and I'll do my best!)

The walking dead:

Rick

Daryl

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Glenn

Maggie

Michonne

Negan

Carl

Rosita

Abraham

Ezekiel

Carol

Miraculous ladybug:

Marinette

Adrian

Luka

Julika

Nino

Alya

Chloé

Kim

Sabrina

Jagged stone

Meeting the kids jagged stone x fem!reader HC

Rose

Nathalie

How to train your dragon:

Hiccup

Astrid

Ruffnut

Tuffnut

Snotlout

Fishlegs

Heather

Eret

Dagur

The dragon Prince, mystery of Aaravos:

Callum

Rayla

Claudia

Viren

Soren

Janai

Aaravos

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 1

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 2

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt3

The sight of two stars Aaravos x Startouched elf! Reader

Nyx

Ibis

Amaya

Corvus

Gren

Terry

Zubeia

Once upon a time:

Emma Swan

Regina Mills (the ‘Evil’ queen)

Mr.Gold ( Rumpelstiltskin )

Mary Margaret Blanchard (Snow white)

Captain Killian ‘Hook’ Jones ( Captain hook)

David Nolan (Prince charming)

(work in progress)

Hazbin hotel:

Charlie

Vaggie

Angel dust

Husk

Nifty

Alastor

Lucifer

Rosie

Vox

Velvett

Helluva boss:

Blitz

Blitzø x male!reader HC

Blitzø x Gn!Reader HC

Moxie

Millie

Loona

Van Helsing (2004):

Dracula

Aleera

Marishka

Verona

Gabriel Van helsing

Anna valerious

Velkan valerious

Carl

Hellboy 1 and 2 (live action 2004-2008 movies)

Hellboy

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Abe

Liz

John

Prince Nuada

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Princess nuala

Labrynth 1986

Jareth the goblin king

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Thor

Loki

Tony Stark

Dr, Stephan strange

Wanda

Bucky

Natasha

Nick Fury

Bruce banner

Steven Rodger

DC:

Bruce Wayne

Barry allen

Oliver Queen

Clark kent

Robin

Starfire

Raven

Cyborg

Beastboy

Joker

Harley

Poison Ivy

Catwoman

Avatar 1 and 2

Jake sulley

Naytiri

Neteyam

Lo’ak

Kiri

Miles Quaritch

Javier “spider”

Aonung

Grace

Pirates of the Caribbean:

Captain jack sparrow

Captain Hector Barbossa

Will Turner

Elizabeth Swan

James Norrington

Bootstrap bill turner

Davey jones

Lord Cutler Beckett

Calypso ( Tia Dalma)

Sally face:

sal fisher

Larry johnson

Ash

Travis

Call of duty:

Ghost Mw2 and 2009

König

Soap

Price

Graves

Skyrim:

Cicero

Astrid

Arnbjorn

Farkus

Vilkas

Aela

Balgruuf the greater

Legend of Zelda Botw/totk:

Link

Zelda

Mipha

Daruk

Revali

Sidon

Urbosa

Kass

ganon

Assassins creed 2:

Ezio

Stardew valley (Sdv):

Alex

Elliot

Harvey

Sam

Sebastian

Shane

Abigail

Emily

Haley

Leah

Maru

Penny

The wizard

Caroline

Dwarf

Jodi

Kent

Krobus

Robin

Pierre

Sandy

Ghost:

Papa Emeritus 1 (primo)

Papa Emeritus 2 (secondo

Papa emeritus 3 (terzo)

Papa emeritus 4/cardinal copia

Swiss

Aether

Mountin

Phantom

Aurora (we have the same name irl lol)

Rain

Cirrus

Sunshine

Cumulus

Sodo

Dewdrop

David bowie(going by era and current stage persona):

Ziggy stardust

Aladdin sane

The thin white duke

Major tom

David bowie

My chemical romance

Gerard way

Party poison

Mikey way

Kobra kid

Frank iero

Fun ghoul

Ray toro

Jet star

I will add Other characters to any of these lists if you would like to request a character go on ahead!

What I will write/Rules:

Rules:

No bullying or harrassment to anyone or groups of people in the comments. BE NICE TO OTHERS

No homophobia

No racism

No hatred

What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Lemon

Info about Aviradasa!

I go by she/they

I have a cat named Nyx!

I am Demiaroace

I love horror movies with my whole life!

I have a tendency to obsess over shows/movies for undetermined periods of time 🤣

My favorite colors are Purple, red, pink, and black

My favorite singer is David bowie!

I can't choose a favorite band cause I love to many!

The movie Labyrinth by Jim Henson with David bowie and Jennifer Connelly Is my favorite.but Van helsing 2004 is a close second

PS. When requesting please be specific to what fandom/character you want(I will do crossovers.) just so I can make sure to get everything right for ya!

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do-it-for-the-fandom · 5 months

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Number 2 or 23 from the Gentle Prompts list, please.

Gentle Prompt 23 - "Can you just hold me?"

Season 7, after the elopement.

For the first time in two months he woke up alone.

He opened his eyes to darkness, not her warm, honey-gold eyes. Heard the distance sound of waves crashing against the shore, not her soothing reassurances. Felt cold sheets instead of the warmth of her body beside him.

"Kate?" he called into the darkness as he craned his neck and searched for any sign of his wife.

He pulled himself from bed, followed the soft glow of light emanating from the staircase to the kitchen.

"Beckett?" he called out to her again, but still there was no answer.

Following nothing more than a gut feeling, he slid open the patio door and stepped outside into the cool November air. He spotted her silhouette in the distance, looking out over the moonlit ocean.

He approached her slowly, careful not to startle her. He saw the slight tilt of her head as she looked over her shoulder, but she did nothing to acknowledge his presence. For a brief moment he considered that maybe he had done something wrong. Or worse, that she regretted their spontaneous decision to elope. But as he stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, she leant back against the wall of his chest, melted into the warmth of his embrace and he knew that whatever thoughts were occupying her mind weren't about him. He pressed a kiss to her temple.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked after a few moments of silence.

If she didn't want to talk he wouldn't push it but there would always be a part of him that wanted to help her, to right whatever might be wrong, to fix whatever might be broken.

"I thought that I had come to terms with it," she admitted as she stared out at the rippling water. "The fact that my mom would never-"

Her voice broke as emotion rushed to the surface. She inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly.

"Today was so perfect, Castle." She turned to face her husband, framed his face with the delicate touch of her fingertips and locked her lips to his in a sweet but sorrow-filled kiss.

He could taste the salted moisture that had streamed so freely from her eyes it had tainted her lips and stained her cheeks.

She placed her hands on his chest, toyed with the fabric of his sleep shirt. "I don't want you to think that I'm not happy or that today wasn't wonderful-"

"I don't," he assured her. "It's okay to be sad, Kate."

She hung her head low as more tears slipped from behind closed eyelids but Rick smoothed his thumb across her cheek, collecting the tears as quickly as they fell.

"I just miss her," she sighed.

"I know you do."

Kate looked over her shoulder, back out to the water.

"Is there anything I can do?" Rick asked.

"No." She shook her head but offered a small, sincere smile that told him just being there was enough. "Can you just... hold me?"

He smiled. "Of course."

She snaked her arms around his waist, huddled herself into the warmth of his body and pressed her cheek to his chest. He enveloped her in his arms and held her tight.

They stayed exactly as they were until the warm, golden glow of the impending sunrise could be seen over the horizon.

#castle fanfiction #anon prompt #gentle prompts #kate beckett #caskett #castle #richard castle #kate beckett x richard castle #my drabbles

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41319kbex · 2 months

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Hell Hath No Fury (6/?)

Thank you to all who made it through the most case-heavy chapter I think I’ve ever written! But as so many of you have been kind enough to point out, it was necessary to get to this point in the story…which I hope you will all enjoy, and maybe see as a bit of a payoff for sticking around past the last chapter!

Thank you for all the reviews and kind words, and especially to those who reviewed as a guest that I wasn’t able to thank personally.

Unfortunately, I still don’t own Castle…

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Stepping out of her car in the driveway of a huge house, Beckett only had a second to take in the view before a sharp pain shot through her side. Nearly 3 hours in a car with 2 badly broken and 1 slightly fractured rib had not been the best choice; then again, she realized as far as bad choices go, she’d made a lot worse recently. She leaned forward with her forearms bracing herself against the car and had to take a few moments to breathe and try to stretch out just a little before she could stand completely upright again and shut the door.

As she slowly walked around to the trunk of her car, she had time to finally really take in the full view of his house. Damn, Castle…you rich or something? Of course, she’d known he was well-off…the way he dropped money so freely, had so easily dropped 100 grand at the shot to catch her mother’s killer like it was not much more than a penny to him. But seeing this house that was borderline mansion territory really kind of smacked her in the face with his wealth.

She grabbed her bag with her left hand out of habit and instantly dropped it, wincing in pain and grabbing at her ribs. Right side, Kate…you can only lift with your right side. Granted, she’d been told she wasn’t supposed to lift anything at all, but she wasn’t about to not carry her own bag inside. She’d honestly fought with herself over whether to leave her bag in the car, just in case she decided she didn’t want to stay; she’d decided instead to go ahead and carry it inside. She could leave it at the door and make it clear to him she wasn’t agreeing to stay yet; she just didn’t want to have to go back out to her car to get the bag if her decision was yes.

She waited another moment for the pain to subside a little before grabbing her bag with her right hand this time. It was still painful, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t manage as she made her way to the door and knocked. When the door opened and she saw Castle standing there, the pain in her side was momentarily forgotten…because he looked better than he had in the hospital; he looked almost, almost like himself again. And she’d missed him. “Hi…” was all she could think of to say in the moment, and she realized that was definitely not her finest hour.

“Hi,” he returned, offering her a small smile before stepping back so that she could come inside. “So you’re staying?” he nodded toward the bag in her hand.

“Uh…you did offer,” she pointed out, though it wasn’t an answer. She set the bag down beside the door as she stepped inside, her eyes widening as she looked around. She felt like she was so far out of her league here, that it wasn’t funny.

“Right, I did…I do…I just thought…” Castle was stumbling over his words.

“That I wouldn’t say yes?” she finished his thought for him as he closed the door.

“Yeah,” he admitted, studying her for a moment. She had a scabbed-over cut on her lower lip and looked like she had a few scrapes on her like she’d been in some kind of fight. That wasn’t like her; she was too good of a cop, too good at defending herself to get scraped up by an average suspect. He was curious, but he wasn’t sure asking her about it was the best way to start the afternoon.

She saw him looking, and knew he was going to wonder. “I’m fine, Castle. Just a few scrapes.” And broken ribs. She downplayed her injuries, seeing no need to elaborate on how hurt she was just yet. “Where’s Martha and Alexis?” she changed the topic.

“They left about an hour ago to go back to the city. Alexis has school for another couple of weeks, so they come out Friday afternoon and go back Sunday morning,” he answered.

So they were alone. Nothing and no one to interrupt them. No case for her to be able to bury herself in and hide behind. If they really wanted to sort through everything unspoken between them and deal with the fall out of…well, everything…it seemed like it was now or never. “So…just us…” she breathed deeply, her eyes searching him.

“Just us,” he nodded, his eyes meeting hers and holding her gaze for a few moments. “I’m sorry I haven’t called you…” he added quietly.

“I understand why you didn’t,” she offered a small smile of understanding. Because she did understand why he’d been upset; this case, her mother’s case…the way she acted when she investigated it, the things it did to her…add to that the fact the shooter had been after her and shot him instead; she hadn’t been lying to him when she told him she couldn’t pick it up for the same reason a recovering alcoholic didn’t pick up a drink. “I didn’t exactly call you either.”

He was quiet for another few moments, just watching her. “I should show you to a guest room,” he realized, finally tearing his eyes away from her.

“Right.” Even though she hadn’t completely, officially agreed to stay. She was careful when she knelt down to pick up her bag, making sure she used her right hand. She was also careful to mask any pain she felt, in no hurry to reveal her medical status to him just yet. She wasn’t going to lie to him about her injuries, but she also wasn’t going to just volunteer the information either.

She figured it would come up when she told him about the shooter anyway, and she would tell him about the shooter.

The way she was moving was not lost on him, but he didn’t comment on it yet. He’d ask her later. He led her upstairs, not moving very quickly at all. He was still supposed to be taking it easy, and stairs weren’t exactly his friend at the moment.

“If you tell me which room it is, I’m sure I can manage to get there on my own. You don’t have to come up the stairs,” she told him, noticing the difficulty he was having. Of course, the stairs weren’t necessarily her best friend with broken ribs at the moment either. They really were quite a pair, weren’t they? In another scenario, this would have been laughable.

He shook his head. “I’m good. The stairs are good for me,” he insisted stubbornly.

She eyed him for another moment. “Ok, but if you fall on your ass, I’m saying ‘I told you so.’ And I’m taking a video.”

“That’s fair,” he agreed. He continued up the stairs slowly, careful to keep his breathing and heart rate slow. Once they finally made it to the top, he took another moment before walking down the hallway and giving her an abbreviated tour and finally stopping in front of one of the bedrooms. “You can have this room. There’s a bathroom inside…and a view of the ocean. You’ve got complete privacy.”

She stepped inside and moved to place her bag on the bed. It was a beautiful room, but the view she saw from the window was the most spectacular thing about it. “Castle…” she breathed.

“It’s extraordinary isn’t it?” he said softly from his spot in the doorway. He hadn’t entered the room, not wanting to intrude on her space. “It’s the perfect room for you.” Because he thought she was extraordinary; In spite of everything they had said to each other, everything they had been through, every way she frustrated him or pissed him off, he still thought she was the most extraordinary person he’d ever met.

Meeting his eyes when she turned back, she blushed slightly at his words coupled with the way he was looking at her. “Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you?” she raised an eyebrow.

“I’m still medicated,” he shrugged with a smile. “I’m going to let you get settled. I’ll be downstairs if you want to talk before dinner.”

She returned his smile with one of her own. “We probably should, don’t you think? We have a lot to talk about.”

He nodded. “I’ll make us some coffee,” he agreed, turning to head downstairs and leaving her to

her own thoughts until she was ready to join him.

xxxxx

She took some time to try to prepare herself for the several discussions they needed to have, figuring they should start with what she’d been doing the last two weeks. After what she figured was enough time for him to have coffee made, she started down the stairs, following the smell to find the kitchen since she hadn’t had a tour of the lower level yet.

“Why don’t we take our coffee outside?” he suggested, handing her a cup made just the way he knew she liked it.

She brought the mug to her lips and inhaled the aroma deeply before taking a sip, savoring it. No one could make coffee taste the way he could; she didn’t know what he did that was so special, but even fancy coffee from coffee shops didn’t taste as good as his. And she had missed it recently. “Sure,” she agreed to his suggestion.

He led her outside to the back porch, gesturing for her to pick her seat before he sat down in a seat opposite her. “I need to talk to you about your mom’s case,” he started.

Taking a deep breath, she released it slowly. “Actually, can you let me go first?” she asked him. Seeing him nod, she took another deep breath. “The shooter's dead.” Seeing his eyes widen slightly, she continued. “I didn’t do it,” she told him. “I wanted to…I almost did. But I didn’t.”

“Then how?” he asked, not following.

“Another sniper took him out.”

“Another sniper? You’ve got another sniper after you?” he asked.

“No…I don’t think so. I think the sniper was just after Maddox. He screwed up by shooting you instead of me. I think the other sniper was cleaning up his mess so that the case could be buried again.”

Castle was quiet for a moment, digesting the information she’d shared with him. “Could be. Maybe not,” he told her. Seeing her questioning look, he took a deep breath. “I got a phone call yesterday from a man claiming to be a friend of Montgomery’s,” he started. “The man told me Montgomery sent him a file before he died…a file that had all the names, all the proof someone would need to bring down the man behind your mother’s murder. The file is supposed to be used to keep you safe,” he continued, watching her, trying to judge her reaction.

“Well it didn’t work since Maddox tried to kill me more than once,” she murmured.

Castle took note of her words to ask her about them later. He needed to finish with his explanation before he lost his nerve. “He told me he didn’t get the file until after the shooting. But now that he has it, he struck a deal. If they come after you, he uses the information in the file to expose the person behind your mother’s murder. But you can’t go digging into your mother’s case anymore. If you do, they will come for you.” He gave her a minute to digest the words. “He said he’s already taken measures to make sure you’re safe,” he added. “So, maybe it was him who took out the shooter…Maddox, did you say his name was?”

She stood and began pacing with her coffee cup as she digested the information Castle had just given her. She supposed it was possible this man who had called Castle had been the one to take care of Maddox and clean up the files; it made just as much sense as her theory that it was Maddox’s employer cleaning up his mess. Either way the case got buried again.

He watched her pace, watched her thinking. “Beckett…” he started.

“Do you believe him? This…man who called you?” she asked, turning to him then. “Do you believe that if I stop digging, I’ll really be safe?”

“The way this man talked…yeah. Yeah I do,” he answered honestly. “Look, I know what the case means to you…but I don’t want to see you killed for this. Your dad doesn’t want to see you throw your life away for this.”

She narrowed her eyes at the mention of her father. “What does my dad have to do with this?”

He sighed, realizing he hadn’t told her about that either. “Your dad came to see me…before Montgomery was killed. He asked me to try to convince you that your life is worth more than your mother’s death. His words, not mine,” he told her quickly, not wanting to be on the receiving end of her wrath for words he hadn’t said.

Great. Her father was conspiring with Castle against her now too. “What else did my dad say?” she finally asked.

Well, she wasn’t yelling at him. Castle took that as a positive sign, at least. “Not much, really. Just that he was worried about you. That you cared about me. That unless I was dumber than I look, he knew I cared about you too. And that I should stop you from throwing your life away. Again, his words, not mine.” He was quiet for a moment before he had to ask. “How mad are you right now?”

She glanced at him before taking a deep breath, wincing slightly at the inhale. “At my dad? A lot, actually. But at you? Not as much,” she admitted softly.

He noticed her wince and couldn’t not ask anymore. “Are you okay? You haven’t seemed

quite…right… since you got here. You said Maddox tried to kill you more than once, and you’re too good at your job to get scuffed up by some random arrest. So the split lip, the scrapes…I’m going to assume are from Maddox?”

She knew it would come out sooner or later. And she’d promised herself she wasn’t going to lie to him about it. “Yes,” she nodded. “And some broken ribs.”

“Broken ribs?” he immediately took a step toward her, only to be stopped by her holding up her hand.

“I’m fine.”

“Broken ribs is not fine,” he shook his head.

She sighed. “They hurt, but I’m fine, Castle. It’s nothing I can’t handle. It just hurts to breathe a little too deeply. The doctor said they’ll heal in about 6 weeks.”

“So you’re off work for 6 weeks…which is why you were able to bring a bag to stay for a few days,” Castle began to put the pieces together.

Beckett looked down at her coffee for a moment. “It’s a little longer than 6 weeks,” she admitted, taking a slow drink of her coffee. Seeing his questioning look, she bit her lip slightly. “I kind of got suspended. I’m not allowed back until September.”

“What?!” he almost laughed. “I’m both outraged and impressed by that.”

She rolled her eyes at his reaction. “Shut up.”

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled. “What happened? How did you get suspended?”

She sighed. “The new captain hates me.” She shot him another look when he laughed at her words. “I’m serious, Castle! She did her whole hostile takeover and decided to use me to make an example out of so that everyone else in the precinct would see what happens when you go rogue.”

He couldn’t help but laugh some more. “You did go rogue…”

“It was my case! You’re my partner! She didn’t want to let me go after the shooter!” She cut him a look because his laughing was not helping. “Castle, if you don’t stop laughing, I swear to God…” she threatened him.

“Okay, okay…I’ll stop,” he held up his hands in surrender. “So September, huh?”

“Yeah, September,” she answered, her eyes daring him to start laughing at her again.

He gave it a few moments before getting serious again. “What are you going to do with your mother’s case?”

She was quiet for a bit, unsure of the answer herself. “I think for now…I don’t rock the boat,” she finally decided, looking out over the beach. “Whoever that second sniper was cleaned up the mess and took all the evidence. I don’t have anything to really run with. And this guy who called you says I’m safe for the time being…” she trailed off with a shrug. She wasn't going to abandon the case, but she was going to put it down for awhile...at least until she could find another lead.

“Is that enough for you?” he asked her seriously.

“It’s enough for now,” she answered, turning to him with a small smile. “I’ll get justice for my mom one day. I’d like you there when I do.”

He met her smile with one of his own, stepping closer to her and taking her hand in his. “I’d like that too.” When she didn’t pull her hand away, he felt a little braver. “So…what are you going to do this summer?” he asked curiously.

Finishing the coffee in her cup, she shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never not worked for more than a week. I don’t even know what to do with that much free time,” she admitted.

“You could stay here,” he suggested.

“Yeah, right!” she laughed.

“I’m serious, Kate,” he told her. “I’ve got the space. You need to heal, I’m healing. It’s peaceful. You brought a bag.”

She laughed again, shaking her head. “I brought enough clothes for a week, not the entire summer, Castle.”

He shrugged. “I have a washing machine. And you can go get more clothes. Or go shopping here.”

She shook her head again. He really wanted her to spend the summer with him. In the Hamptons. Her. “Why don’t we just see how this week goes?” she finally suggested. It wasn’t a yes. But it wasn’t a no either.

xxxxx

Thanks again to all who read and review! I truly love knowing your thoughts on my chapters. And I hope this gave you a bit of a payoff for the buildup through the story so far.

#caskett #castle #richard castle #kate beckett #beckett #caskett fanfiction #castle fanfiction

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imzadi-caskett-huddy · 2 months