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lousiemcdoogle asked
Crack!Fic prompt: Castle. Beckett. Truth serum. Pre couple.

The captors had thought merely dosing them with sodium pentothal would be sufficient. They sat them down in chairs facing each other, hands tied behind their backs and asked them questions whilst implying they would inflict bodily harm upon one or the other of the duo until they talked. When the captors left, they were left there to wait. They were in an abandoned building just off the highway, their car still out front, phones inside, they had just been checking the place out.

"You two don’t get yourselves into any trouble," one of the masked men chuckled as they ventured out the door and into the night.

"Beckett, are you alright?" Castle asked the moment they were alone.

"I’m fine, they didn’t even touch me, but to tie me up and administer the truth serum," she replied, fighting to loosen the ropes holding her hands together behind her.

"I was so afraid they were going to hurt you, I couldn’t let that happen. I had to tell them," he said, hanging his head in shame.

"I know, Castle, it’s okay, I understand. I talked too, remember?" She attempted to catch his eyes, even as they pointed at the ground. "Really Castle, I wouldn’t have let them get away with hurting you, I care too much about you."

He looked up at that. “You care about me?”

"Of course, Castle, we’ve been working together for how long now? Three years? Do you really think I would have let you stick around that long if I wasn’t secretly in love with you?" Her eyes bulged just as much as his did at her admission.

"You’re in love with me?" He looked dazed, and suddenly pulled his arms around in front of him and scratched his head. "Wow, that’s a shock, I really thought you hated me after this last summer, you showing off Josh all of the time, letting him interrupt multiple conversations of ours…"

"Hate you, Castle? No, never. I was trying to make you jealous. When Gina showed up last summer, she interrupted me saying I wanted to join you in the Hamptons, and I just shut down. I got jealous, I grew angry, and I went out clubbing almost every weekend, trying to fill my time as much as possible, and that’s where I met Josh, at a club, he used some lame-ass line on me, and I was about to turn him down until I realized I had nothing better to do." She shrugged, finally freeing her own hands and bringing them around to rub at her wrists.

"So, what? He was a rebound? Is a rebound? From me? But we never even dated!" He muddled through his thoughts out loud, rattling off question after question, "Why are you still with him? You’ve known that I haven’t been with Gina for months, I don’t get it. Don’t you feel bad for using him?"

"No, not really a rebound… he’s more of a placeholder, and believe me, I know we never dated," she sighed, pulling her hair back away from her face before continuing, "and sure, I feel bad for using him, but he’s using me just as much, it’s a mutual thing. He kept getting invited to his coworkers’ weddings over the summer and needed a plus one, and lo and behold, the wedding receptions all had free food and open bars."

"Beckett, don’t you think that’s a little reckless, given your father’s history with alcoholism?" He asked her, concern shining in his eyes.

"I know the dangers I face by drinking so much, but I’m not my dad, Castle, I won’t become an alcoholic. I’ve cut back since you came back to the precinct. I don’t drink as much or as often, as I did at the beginning of the summer, I swear."

"I’m just sorry I did this to you, made you reach for a crutch like alcohol just to make it through the day," his tone was somber now, his head hanging in his hands.

"Castle, it’s not all your fault," she reached out and ran her fingers through the hair on the top of his head, lifting his gaze from the floor to look him in the eye. "I could have fought for my chance at the beginning of the summer, just as you could fight now…" she trailed off, leaving the ball in his court.

"Beckett," he thought better of that, "No, um-Kate," he nodded, Kate sounded better, "Kate, I have loved you since you told me the story of the life you lost and the life you saved. Trusting me with that information was the biggest thing you could have done, and you did it, even if I went around your back and looked into your mother’s murder. Actually, especially after that," he looked into her eyes, catching the emotion in hers, "you let me back in, even after that, and to me, that was huge."

"So… where does that leave us?" She asked hesitantly.

"In an abandoned building?" He answered immediately.

She rolled her eyes. “No, you goof, where does that leave our relationship?”

"I don’t know, Beckett, you’re the one in a relationship with someone else, not me," he responded, if a little acerbically.

"You’re right, and that’s my problem to resolve," he nodded resolutely. "After that, though, where would we be after that?" Her voice grew smaller, as if unsure.

"We would be ready, I hope," he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath through his nose.

"Ready for what?" She was really pushing, she needed a concrete answer.

"Ready to have this conversation without sodium pentothal flowing through our veins," he sighed, turning from her to look out the warehouse window.

"Castle," she tugged on his sleeve, "Rick, look at me." He turned back, his eyes lingering on the window a moment more before settling on her face and boring into her. "I need to know," she breathed.

"Kate, I love you, if you wanted to, I would take you down to city hall or to Vegas and sign the papers then and there, sign away my life to you, just as I did the day I started shadowing you," he let out in a rush, turning away again when he was finished, bashful after admitting how deep his feelings truly went.

"That may be a little fast, but at least now I know where we stand," she nodded, patting his shoulder with one hand, the other hanging limply at her side.

"That makes one of us," he spoke lowly, not even intending to say it, but having it slip out anyway.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" She shot back.

"You know where I stand, and you know where you stand, so for you, that adds up nicely to ‘where we stand’, but I don’t know where you stand, Beckett. I just laid my heart out on the line there, and I don’t know," once the flow of his words started, it was hard to stop, "I can’t deal with not knowing anymore. I left last summer to step out of you and Demming’s way, and when I got back, you’re with Josh, and what do I know? Nothing. I don’t know anything. All I know is that I lost again without even knowing that I was in the game.”

"Castle, haven’t you been listening?" She began sternly, backing him up against the wall with a finger to his chest. "Rick, I love you, and I will chose you, you aren’t losing this ‘game’,” she used air quotes, “I’ll end things with Josh right now, if that makes you feel any better, but you need to know that you didn’t lose then, and you aren’t losing now.”

He let out the breath he had been holding and hung his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t help myself.”

"I know, you’ve been dosed with truth serum, kind of turns off your brain to mouth filter…" she paused only for a moment, "and here I thought that you already had it turned off." She slapped her hand over her mouth.

"I see it’s affecting you as well," he chuckled.

"Shut up Castle, I have a phone call to make," she grinned at him before turning towards the door, "come on Castle, you don’t want to miss this call."

He rubbed his hands together as he followed her, “Oh, no, this I wouldn’t miss for the world.”

—-

You keep the prompts coming, and I’ll keep the fics flowing. :P

lousiemcdoogle asked
Future!Fic: Beckett gets home to find Castle goofing around while bathing their kid

“Pew! Pew!” Came Rick’s voice from somewhere in the loft, “Aha! I’ve got you now, Skywalker!”

“Never!” Their son, Arthur, shouted back, “You’ll never catch me, you stupid Imperial!”

Kate snorted, it was just like Castle to play Star Wars with their kids on a day off instead of working. She followed the sounds of space warfare to the master bathroom, peeking in to find Rick waving around an Imperial starship whilst, Arthur piloted a miniature X-wing fighter.

“Bzzzzt!” Arthur sounded, pretending to shoot at Rick’s ship.

“Oh no!” Rick cried, making his ship crash into the bathtub where Arthur sat splashing around in victory.

“Yay! The Rebels win!” He cheered before Rick gave him a noogie and began washing his hair.

“Alright, enough playing. Let’s finish this bath before your mom gets home and goes all Xena on you, Mister Arthur Conan the Barbarian!”

“Dad! She wouldn’t be mad at me! She would be mad at you! She’d even do the yell! Aiyiyiyiyiyiyiyi!” He shrieked, doing the famed Xena war cry.

“Ouch! Jeez! Where did you learn how to do that?” Rick asked him, holding his hands over his ears.

“From mom! She’s really good at it! She taught me when we had a Xena marathon while you were away on your book tour last month!” He exclaimed animatedly, while Rick’s face slackened in shock.

Kate chose that moment to interrupt. “Oh come on, Castle, you didn’t think that I only ever went to Con as Lieutenant Chloe, did you…?” She smirked, sauntering into the room and lifting his chin to close his mouth.

“Wh-what…? Y-you were… Xena?!” He finally choked out, his eyes wide and full of wonder, though not nearly as full as his brain, buzzing with fantasies of Kate dressed as Xena the Warrior Princess. He swallowed hard as she chuckled and shook his head slowly to clear it, then pulled her ear to his mouth, “We’re going to discuss this further later.” His whisper was ominous, and it made a shiver of anticipation run down her spine.

“So, Sherlock, what did you do to earn yourself a bath at four in the afternoon?” Kate asked, kneeling beside the tub by Castle, and arching an eyebrow at their son.

“Well, Dad was writing, and I know I’m not supposed to bug him when he’s writing, so I tried to get the juice down off the top shelf of the fridge and I spilled it everywhere,” he admitted, looking genuinely apologetic and sad. “I didn’t get to drink any,” he pouted.

“So, what did you learn?” Kate asked him, trying to at least make this a lesson.

“To ask for help, even if Dad is busy?” He guessed, his answer having the inflection of a question, as if he hadn’t given it much thought.

“Almost,” Kate encouraged.

“To ask for help…” he thought a moment, “and to ask you guys to put the juice on a lower shelf?”

Castle chuckled, holding out his hand for a low-five. “Good one, Artie, and yes, we’ll put the juice on a lower shelf for you.”

Kate rolled her eyes at their interaction. Arthur was practically a miniature version of Castle that she liked to corrupt while he was gone on tours and the like, but then again, if the scene she witnessed when she got home was any indication, Castle was doing plenty of corruption of his own.

“Alright, let’s get you out of the bath and into some PJs! We’ll have breakfast for dinner and watch a movie, how does that sound?” Kate grinned at him, kissing him on the top of his head and ruffling his hair.

“Awesome! Can we watch that space cowboy one with the guy that looks like dad?”

“Sure sweetie,” she smiled, hugging him about his shoulders with one arm and squeezing.

“I’m gonna go throw on some pajamas. You okay to finish in here on your own Castle?” She asked, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah, we’ll be out in a few minutes,” he murmured in response, quickly kissing the tip of her nose.

“Ewww! Not in front of the K-I-D!” Arthur groaned, covering his eyes.

“Oh, calm down. That kiss was as chaste as they come, Artie,” Rick teased, scrubbing his hand through his son’s hair, tousling it further.

Kate left the bathroom with a huge grin on her face, they really were a big family of dorks.

—-

I’m just busting these out, aren’t I…? Maybe that whole ‘challenge’ was a ruse to get tons and tons of prompts that I could work through at me leisure… ;)

But *I* wanted to write that…!!

every fanfic writer when they see their idea show up in someone else’s fic… (via nic6879)

Anonymous asked
Crack!fic prompt: Castle starts hearing voices in his head

*** I’m assuming you want me to make him crazy, but I’m gonna make him psychic instead.


Castle had just walked into the bullpen, the noise a normal everyday hum of activity. Beckett smiled at him as he crossed the room and plopped down in his chair next to her desk, handing her one of the cups of coffee in his hands.

"Hey Castle," Kate began, looking down at her cup before she took a sip, her brow furrowing immediately. "Look, I know we’re married, but Rick, drawing weird hearts and crap on my coffee cup is not appropriate."

"What?" He asked, peering over the desk to lid of her cup. She was right, there were hearts and other various symbols all over the cup. How had he not noticed that before? He shook his head, "Kate, I didn’t draw those, and I’m sorry, that must be my cup. I went to a different coffee shop this morning, it was on the way here from Black Pawn. I don’t think I’ll be going back…" he trailed off, looking up at her to confirm, she just stared at him, obviously unamused and held the coffee out to him, and her other hand for her own coffee. "I’m sorry! I didn’t notice! How can I make it up to you?"

"Don’t worry about it, just don’t go back," she took a sip of her coffee, and seemed to change her mind, "or if you do, bring our reusable cups, because this coffee is actually really good."

"Duly noted," he sighed, and took a sip of his own coffee, heart symbols and all. His eyes widened at the flavor, it was truly excellent, he grinned, at least he had picked a good place, hearts be damned. Little did he know that all those heart symbols were actually a very powerful spell.

Mmmm. Damn. This is some really good coffee, I’ll have to show Rick some heart symbols of my own later.

"What was that?" Rick choked, spewing a few droplets of coffee on a closed report on Beckett’s desk.

"I said the coffee’s good, geez Castle, it’s like you’ve never heard me give a compliment before," she rolled her eyes and wiped off the report’s cover before flipping it open. He shrugged and took another sip of his coffee.

I didn’t say that out loud, right? No. Of course not. He’s just being an idiot. God, what a mess, double homicide… ugh, with a hatchet.

Rick’s eyes widened again, but this time he didn’t say anything. Just sat there, stone still, attempting not to let anything show on his face as she perused reports and filled in any new information she had from her email.

God, it’s too bad we got in so late last night, I was really hoping we would get the chance to reconnect. A secretive smile and a slight blush spread across her face. Oh God, if he only knew how badly I wanted him this morning. Pancakes? So hot. But we were already dressed, and he had his meeting with Gina… The name sounded growled. Could you growl in your thoughts? Huh. Wait. Thoughts. He was reading her mind. HE WAS READING HER MIND! It finally struck him that he was listening to the private musings of his… muse.

"Hey Beckett," he began softly, but she didn’t seem to hear him, caught up in her own inner monologue. Ugh, the way he licked the syrup off of his fork, I just wanted to shove his face between my legs and put his tongue to a better use. He cleared his throat, her thoughts turning him on and causing his voice to become feeble. “Kate,” he breathed in her ear, “can we go somewhere private to talk for a minute?”

Oh. Oh no. We can’t go somewhere private. If we go somewhere private I’m going to rip his clothes off. ”Castle, we’re at work, I need to work, and you need to… watch or something,” she stated gruffly, her sexual frustration manifesting in her tone of voice. I hope that wasn’t too rude, but really, I wouldn’t be held responsible for what would happen if we stole away into the supply closet… not responsible, but I would be held…Her mind drifted to images of them going at it again.

"Jesus, Kate, I’m not trying to get into your pants, I just want to talk to you, and I don’t think it can wait," he pleaded. Her eyes flashed to his, her cheeks coloring slightly again, his face looked somewhat strained, and she instantly felt horrible for what she had said. God, why do I always seem to come off as a bitch? ”Really, Kate, just a minute of your time, I just need to tell you something.”

"Okay," she murmured, pushing away from her desk and following behind him to the break room. So we really are just going to talk… He didn’t drag me away to the supply closet.

He closed the door softly behind her and leaned back against it.

"Kate, I know you’re going to think I’m being silly or I’m crazy or whatever…" he paused, taking a deep breath, just as she did, "but I swear to God I can hear your thoughts."

"What?! Castle, is that why you dragged me in here? Are you serious? That’s ridiculous!" She prattled off, her thoughts immediately jumping from worried to outraged. If he could actually read my thoughts, he definitely wouldn’t have dragged me in here over the supply room. He wouldn’t be able to resist my mental proposition.

"I’m reading your mind right now Beckett! I’m not crazy! I’m not even trying or anything! I can just … hear them! I don’t know what happened! One minute nothing, the next, a cacophony of internal groans about not having sex!" He whisper-yelled as she gasped. No. No way. He couldn’t possibly. Telepathy doesn’t exist! Wait, no. I still don’t believe this. He may have some willpower, but there’s no way he would pass up a straight proposition from me, he loves sex too much.

"Beckett, don’t test me. I do love sex with you too much to refuse you if you actually ask me out loud,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers and then scrubbing his hands over his face. Okay… so… he used the exact same phrasing as I did inside my head… but maybe that’s just our ‘connection’ that everyone’s always talking about. Though, I can think of a better connection between us… Her mind drifted again. “Just please, stop thinking about sex!” he exclaimed, rearranging himself in his pants, “or I won’t be held responsible for dragging you to the supply closet and fulfilling the fantasies I saw in your head.” She just stood there, for once her mind blank, and his was as well, the room, their minds, both quiet.

He heard what she was about to say a fraction of a second before she said it, “well, I think we should probably leave for the day, considering you are obviously ill, and will need me to take care of you,” she husked.

A grin spread across his face at exactly the same pace the smirk spread across hers.

Maybe hearing voices wasn’t such a bad thing…


Hope you guys are having a good week, I know I’m not. 

lousiemcdoogle asked
Fic prompt: Carelessness on the part of Castle and/or Beckett gets one of the boys shot

“Come on Beckett, it’s just surveillance, no one has been by in hours. One little quickie is not going to hurt any…” he smirked devilishly before adding, “well, depending on how we do this, we’d both have to contort a little bit, but the reward is worth it, don’t you think?” He pled his case well, just as he had been for the last half an hour. The mics were off, and Esposito and Ryan were tucked safely away inside the motel, posing as black market body parts dealers, taking turns sleeping as they waited for their suspect to come in with a package. This sting relied upon two things, the guys had to look like reputable, but sleazy black market dealers, and the surveillance had to warn them of when the guy was coming so they could call in the backup that was stationed in a room down the hall.

He was right though, no one was going to come at this time of night, and the meet was set for early morning anyway. She and Castle could sneak away for a few minutes to have a little fun in the back of the van and cross another thing off of his ever-expanding list. So, she acquiesced.

The made quick work of undressing each other, at least partially, and dove into it. They’d done this in cars enough times, even in the back of his new Mercedes, and come to think of it, the old one too, that they knew just the right amount of clothing to remove, just the right ways to move, this way and that to reach their peaks and be on their merry way back into the blissful land of boredom once again.

Somewhere during their escapade though… something went wrong. They weren’t watching like they should have been. The guy got through to the room without any warning… The SWAT team that was waiting in the adjacent room wasn’t alerted until it was too late, a shot already fired. The shot was like a bucket of ice water. What had they done? They’d gotten carried away and now one of their guys could be bleeding to death because they had indulged in each other instead of doing their job.

Beckett grabbed  her microphone instantly, turning it on and upping the volume. “Are you guys alright?” she panted into the mic.

“Yeah, fine, mostly,” Espo grunted on the other side of the line, clutching his shoulder, turning into the light of the bathroom mirror to see the extent of the damage. “The bastard grazed me, but I’ll be okay. Why didn’t you guys warn us? A heads up would have been nice.” He was fairly certain he knew the answer, but he wanted to call them out.

“The batteries died, we were replacing them!” Castle jumped in, not wanting to admit what they had been doing, seeing as Espo had been shot because of it.

“Yeah, I’m sure the batteries died on something… Maybe your electric sex restraints,” he muttered at them.

“Wow, that’s weak Espo. You sure you’re alright? You usually have better comebacks than that.” Beckett prodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just put some clothes on and let’s book this SOB,” he  flipped off the light in the bathroom and rolled his eyes toward Ryan who had been listening to the whole conversation and shrugged.

It’s not like they all hadn’t been there before.

—-

I haven’t been getting to these…

EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS WILL GET THE FOLLOWING IN THEIR INBOX.

  • A BRIEF ORIGIN STORY
  • A SUPERPOWER OR THREE, MAYBE FOUR DEPENDING
  • A SUPERHERO OR VILLAIN NAME
  • YOU MIGHT ALSO GET AN ARCHNEMESIS WHO HAS REBLOGGED THIS ALREADY

AND YES I MEAN EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS. UNTIL, SAY, AUGUST 2015. A FULL YEAR. LONG ENOUGH, RIGHT?

LET’S DO THIS THING.

(Source: mindofcristian1999)

Okay, who wants me to post all of my damn prompts?

castlefanfics:

So I know 2000 followers isn’t that huge, but I wanted to say thank you to you all for being such lovely followers and supporting this blog and being patient with me. So I thought I’d do a giveaway! Prizes and rules as follows:
There will be two winners, each getting identical prize packs. These will consist of:
- 1x Castle Jigsaw Puzzle
- 1x Castle Coffee Travel Mug (the one they use on the show)
- 1x copy of Raging Heat (didn’t anticipate reaching the milestone this early, but by the time the comp ends and I get everything ready, it should be out by then)
- Also if you like I will immediately make a list of fics of your choosing. Or you can select from a list of requests I’ve received. 
I realise some people may already own these, but I tried to pick items that maybe not everyone will have :)
Rules:
Must be following this blog. (Just because I would like the winners to be someone who supports this blog)
Like once and/or reblog once to enter (total of 2 entries max) - you can reblog more than once but your name will only be counted twice. 
I will be using a random selector, so there will be no preferential selection of winners
You must have your ask box open so I can contact you! If I don’t receive a reply within 48hrs I will have to select a new winner
I will ship to anywhere in the world! So you must be ok with giving me your address :) 
Thank you all so much! If you have any questions feel free to ask!
<3 Alex

castlefanfics:

So I know 2000 followers isn’t that huge, but I wanted to say thank you to you all for being such lovely followers and supporting this blog and being patient with me. So I thought I’d do a giveaway! Prizes and rules as follows:

There will be two winners, each getting identical prize packs. These will consist of:

- 1x Castle Jigsaw Puzzle

- 1x Castle Coffee Travel Mug (the one they use on the show)

- 1x copy of Raging Heat (didn’t anticipate reaching the milestone this early, but by the time the comp ends and I get everything ready, it should be out by then)

- Also if you like I will immediately make a list of fics of your choosing. Or you can select from a list of requests I’ve received. 

I realise some people may already own these, but I tried to pick items that maybe not everyone will have :)

Rules:

  • Must be following this blog. (Just because I would like the winners to be someone who supports this blog)
  • Like once and/or reblog once to enter (total of 2 entries max) - you can reblog more than once but your name will only be counted twice. 
  • I will be using a random selector, so there will be no preferential selection of winners
  • You must have your ask box open so I can contact you! If I don’t receive a reply within 48hrs I will have to select a new winner
  • I will ship to anywhere in the world! So you must be ok with giving me your address :) 

Thank you all so much! If you have any questions feel free to ask!

<3 Alex

aspenmusing:

castleramblings:

fembot77:

Lest we forget, the following is pseudo canon from later that night:


Why have I never seen that fic’d…

Because I’m pretty sure none of us could freestyle rap… Please someone prove me wrong.

I am working on this now. If you know me, you know I can freestyle rap. Ask fembot77.

aspenmusing:

castleramblings:

fembot77:

Lest we forget, the following is pseudo canon from later that night:

Why have I never seen that fic’d…

Because I’m pretty sure none of us could freestyle rap… Please someone prove me wrong.

I am working on this now. If you know me, you know I can freestyle rap. Ask fembot77.

(Source: catslovebooks13)

nikkibeckettcsm:

n-p-y-d:

seriestherapy:

Guys, I found the solution:

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Sorry, I had to…

(GIFs not mine)

I’ve never reblogged soemthing so fast in my life.

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