Kate Beckett wakes in a world where nothing is as she knows it to be. A season 4, AU story. NOW COMPLETE.

"He's been a husband three times now, but she's never been a wife, not a participating one anyway, and Castle intends to make every part of their marriage special and exciting. After all, they did promise each other to never be boring." *An AU entry for the Castle Winter Hiatus 2014 Ficathon.* Cover Art by the talented (XFchemist).

Kate has a rough Christmas Eve night and finally gets to come home to her family.

In her dreams there are two of him. M rated for a reason.

Finally alone, finally husband and wife. Post Epi for 7x06.

Pure fluff post 706. The wedding night. This is a one shot of what happened after the ceremony. I own nothing.

It's quiet. Just the rustle of fabric, quiet steps on the carpet and the soothing whisper of his voice. It's the small moments.

"Kate," the use of her first name has the detective's eyes popping open, another shuddering breath released from its hold in her throat, "I don't want to wait anymore," he whispers, delighted at the soft curl of her smile, the light blush that paints a pink glow against her skin. [47 seconds AU. Castle asks Beckett on a date after talking to Martha.]

An episode tag to Veritas. Beckett deals with the aftermath of Bracken's arrest and the closing of her mother's case.

It's with each other where they find relief from the havoc of their lives.

Summary: An alternate storyline path beginning in at that moment where Kate confesses more than she meant to in the Interrogation room, and the aftermath that it rains down on Rick. Not much in the lines of case work on this story, it is more about what happens when a person thinks everything they feel for another is invalidated.

AU 47 Seconds. He swallows down the thickness in his throat, turning to leave, only to find her standing in the doorway, her shoulders sagging, a hand covering her mouth.

The last time Castle regained consciousness, he was just grateful to be alive. Now, that other world dances technicolor at the edges of his dark reality.

You're drifting. You know you are. You just... stopped caring.

Yes, it's a bedtime story.

A Halloween Vice fic. "He found no explanation for the immediate and overwhelming connection he felt to her." Placed 3rd in the public vote for the 2012 12th Precinct Halloween Fic competition.

While working a case, Beckett stumbles upon a secret Castle is keeping from her.

Rick and Kate do some talking with their hands. Oneshot.

He sees red. And her narrowed eyes. And her scowling lips. And her flushed cheeks. But mostly just red... And it's fury that urges him to slam his lips against hers mid-sentence, swallowing her protest with his demanding kiss. - M for a reason. One-shot

There are only three truly important women in a man's life: his mother, his daughter, and his wife. ONE-SHOT

Because '47 Seconds' broke me.

"Just go for it Kate. Dive in. How many more times do you two want to almost die together before you figure it out?" A few nudges in the right direction. One-shot.

Sometimes, a touch is all it takes. Based on a tiny glimpse of a scene from the Canadian preview, written before the episode aired. Warning: Contains spoilers for episode 4x10, "Cuffed".

Castle is up all night. Future!fic, fluffy feel-good piece. One-shot.

Another journey into the what-if past, where Castle and Beckett meet years before we meet them.