Kate had a rough day and lost herself at a bar. The next morning she woke up in someone else's bed with a little red head sitting next to her and asking her who she was.

Fic from 8x15: "Even now, hating her, hating them, hating the web of lies they always entangled themselves within; his heart burns for her. The same way the whiskey scorches the back of his throat."

This is an 8x05 fic. Castle gets shot at his loft. This is a huge wake up call for Kate.

"It takes him some effort to stand, a moment to steady himself on his feet, and then he's reaching for her, his fingers outstretched in a silent invitation. Silent, because they're still not talking." An 8x15 post-ep.

He'd teased her last night, now it was her turn.

When a power surge and overloaded transmission line cuts power to the city, Beckett and Castle find themselves trapped with only one method of illumination.

A collection of oneshots following the antics of Castle, Beckett, and their family.

Patético. Dos adultos exitosos, que pudieran tener una vida plena y un matrimonio próspero, bebiendo para hundirse en los penosos efectos del alcohol en vez de afrontar los problemas. Era verdaderamente patética su manera de evadir un tema tan importante y delicado que en ese momento definía su relación. Y ese tema no era Locksat. 8x15

The whiskey burned her throat, the liquid preventing her from speaking, from saying too much.

Es la continuación de "La Jugada Perfecta" (/s/8530612/1/La-Jugada-Perfecta) Castle y Beckett siguen con su noviazgo y con las investigaciones policiales. Tendrán que afrontar varias situaciones inesperadas. ¿Pondrán en riesgo dichos acontecimientos su relación de pareja? ¿Cómo se tomarán sus amigos el que les estén ocultando lo suyo?

Maybe it was her own fault, but in all fairness, when she had handed their suspect off to Ryan and Espo and told them to put him in the box, this is not what she had intended.

OS. Se situant après l'enterrement de Montgomery. Et si les funérailles s'étaient bien déroulées...que se serait-il passé ?

"What do you weigh, a buck twenty soaking wet? How the hell did you think you survived getting shot in the heart?" An AU that picks up during 4x10 (Cuffed) and takes a serious left turn from there.

What if Castle isn't such a bit player in the Bracken/LokSat story? Inspired by a discussion on the "Storming the Castle" podcast. Speculative AU for end of season 8/series. Probably. One-shot.

A look into Kate Beckett's innermost thoughts throughout the journey of the show. An episode by episode diary entry with a few more thrown in here and there!

With bags in hand he was ready to leave for his book tour, but when he turned to look at her he knew that he wasn't leaving yet. (Updated and fixed version)

"The conversation between your fingers and someone else's skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have." - Iain Thomas. Oneshot. Set between Always and After the Storm.

She had always refused to see why Castle had been a source of strain between them, but now Royce's note burned a hole through the fabric of her pants pocket, branding her hip with its words. Post TLaDiLA one-shot based on a tumblr prompt from Anonymous.

Kate thinks about the first time Castle brought her coffee. One shot.

Oneshot. Might be considered a crackfic. Castle is sitting in a cafe when a woman goes into labor just feet away. Being a good guy, he escorts her to the hospital and ends up falling in love with the woman he's just met and stays with her as she gives birth. Cuteness ensues. AU. Rated K

This is set after PhDead, just something I would have liked to have seen happen.

Detective Beckett has finally had enough, her career would come first. Men were not to be trusted. She would become the best cop she could be. But what she did not count on was a kind man and his very, very lovable daughter. Set early in Season 1.

Castle Halloween Bash 2015 Entry. Richard Castle has certain abilities. If only one of them was making a particular NYPD Detective fall in love with him. Season 3. A/U. Supernatural. Grateful acknowledgement to the great and mighty wizard, Marlowe and his familiars for creating this wonderful magic. I am under their spell.

"Those texts, Kate. Those damn texts." A three-part prelude to 8x09. Smut ahead.

It's the first time he's seen her since she kicked him out of her apartment. Since he said she was nothing more than a good fuck. Since he broke her heart. - please review