#Castle season 7

[margoton20-blog]

Mr. & Mrs Castle 🤍✨️

[renegadesstuff]

“Thanks for coming to get me.”

“Always.” 🤍

S7E15, “Reckoning” aired 9 years ago (February 16, 2015) ❤️‍🩹

[katherinehoughtoncastle47]

KATE BECKETT

7.22 - DEAD FROM NEW YORK

[nikki-rook]

There is no way he can solve this case before us

[i-prefer-west-side]

https://www.tumblr.com/loveandpassionwithinmarriage/190295994440?source=share prompt

(note: this doesn't *exactly* fit the prompt, but once the scenario was in my brain it wouldn't go away)

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RELAXING BATH (season 7 or later)

"Oh my God," Kate moans as she sinks into the tub, the water perfect at just shy of scalding, and she leans back, lets the heat relax her bruised body. A tap on her shoulder has her looking up, and she smirks when she notices her husband's current state.

Rick narrows his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. "You know what that noise does to men" he teases, stepping in behind her when she scoots forward.

She leans back into him, wiggling her ass as she settles, and he wraps his arms around her torso, nips her earlobe. "You're not helping," he rasps.

She giggles, then falls silent as she relaxes into the water and her husband's embrace. The warmth that blooms through her isn't just from the bath, and as Rick's hands skate across her ribs, soothing the bruises from a suspect who got in a couple blows before she could take him down, she lets herself forget about the day and focus on the hear and now.

Her hand moves of its own volition, and her breath catches in her throat when his hand joins hers.

"You okay?" he murmurs in her ear, trailing his mouth down her neck.

She can only nod, her head falling back, hips rolling into their joined touch, the world fading away until it's just the two of them. His name falls from her lips as they bring her over the edge together.

[bunysliper]

what do you think would have happened if castle had gotten stuck in the AU?

Hi Anon! I hope you're still out there and that this was meant as a prompt (not that I'm not ashamed of how long it took to answer it if it was) and not just a question/discussion starter. Basically, I kind of wrote what I think the answer would be, so I hope you like this!

Hope Yet

He's ashamed of the disappointment that floods his belly when he wakes in a hospital to a dark-haired version of his daughter. It's not that he's unhappy to see Alexis – any version of her – but he'd hoped that he might wake right where he left, on a dingy floor dodging gunfire with Kate a little bit peeved at him for touching something he shouldn't have. Instead, he's… still here. Still in this world where he has miles to go to repair a relationship with his little girl, his mother still has almost complete control over his house because he'd been a schmuck with his money, and Kate – Kate is apathetic about him at best; miles and miles from loving him.

He'd been so sure he would be going home.

"Hi Daddy," Alexis breathes, stroking his hair off his forehead. "I was so worried."

Rick Castle hopes the grimace can be written off as pain from his injuries. "Hi, 'lexis. Sorry, 'bout that."

He licks his lips, looking around the room for anything that he might be able to drink to get the rough cardboard taste out of his mouth.

Alexis comes through for him once again, holding a small cup with a straw to his lips. "Slow sips. You were intubated and your throat might be sore."

He tries not to gulp it down, savoring the water for a moment before Alexis takes the cup away.

"Do you remember what happened?" she asks, leaning on her elbow beside him. He opens his mouth, but she continues first, "Dad, you were shot. What were you even doing that you would get shot?"

He exhales, feeling the tug of new wounds on his chest. "I was-"

"He was protecting me."

Alexis jolts upright, turning to the door.

Rick would be lying if he said he didn't jump a little as well. If his heart didn't speed up at her voice, husky with emotion and a lack of sleep. He doesn't know this her, but he knows her. At the heart of her, he knows Kate Beckett.

"Would do it all over again," he says, hoping to catch her eyes.

She avoids his gaze, looking at Alexis instead, but he sees her fingers twitch before she clenches her fists and releases them. He knows that move, recognizes it as her taking a moment to ground herself before she gives someone bad news.

"I am so sorry, Ms. Castle. I'm Captain Beckett, with the NYPD. Your father got involved in a case my detectives were working and he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He made a call to do something incredibly stupid, but very brave, to save my life."

She turns to him, her eyes bloodshot and tired, but flinty and determined all the same. "I can assure you that he won't be put in that position again. Ever."

Castle swallows hard, wishing he could reach for her as well as the water Alexis had given him a few minutes ago. He gets neither, though, because Beckett takes a step back.

"I'm not staying," Beckett adds, licking her lips. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right, Mr. Castle."

"Rick," he rasps. "Or Castle, if you want. Whatever you want, Beckett."

At his bedside, Alexis rolls her eyes. "Please forgive him, Captain Beckett. He's-"

Kate waves her off. "It's okay. I understand. The painkillers do strange things to everyone."

Still, she offers him a look he should be able to read, given how well he knows her counterpart. It's part-quizzical, part-amused, at least enough to cause her lips to lift at the corners.

"Stay out of trouble from here on out, Mr. Castle. Please?"

 He nods quickly, even as he croaks an impish, "No promises."

Beside him, Alexis rolls her eyes. "I'll keep him in line, Captain. Don't worry."

This time, Beckett does crack a small smile. "I'm sure you will, Ms. Castle. I'm sure you will." She licks her lips, lowering her chin. "I'll leave you to rest."

Rick starts to call her back, to insist she doesn't have to leave and she's as welcome as his child and his mother (who, he supposes must be at work at this point, after all, her show opens in – well, probably now, if he's been out that long), but he can't make the words come. This Kate Beckett doesn't know him, and as much as he wants to believe otherwise, he doesn't know her either. He can't expect her to feel at home with him and his family the way the woman he loves does.

"Thank you for visiting," he says instead. "I'm glad you're okay; that was… that was all I wanted to do."

She hesitates for a moment before dropping her hand to cover his. "I know, Castle. Thank you."

Her touch disappears a moment later and she retreats from his hospital room, leaving him to begin to accept that this might just be the rest of his life.

Just two days later, while Alexis is at home retrieving some of his clothing for him to change into when he's allowed to get cleaned up, she returns with a case file in hand and an annoyed, but somehow fond, look on her face.

"If you're feeling up to it," she starts, licking her lips and shifting her weight on those impossibly high heels of hers, "I wouldn't mind having another pair of eyes to check this out; you and my victim apparently run in the same circles."

Rick Castle moves his hospital bed a little more upright, clasping his hands together and grinning. He tries not to look too eager, of course, since he doesn't want to scare her off when she's coming to him – when she needs, nay wants, his help, but he's all in already.

"I'd be delighted, Captain. Lay it on me."

Beckett hesitates for just a moment before crossing the room and holding out the file to him, perching on his bed at his hip and waiting for him to speed read (less speedy than usual thanks to the meds, but he manages) the casefile and offer his thoughts.

It looks like there's hope yet.

[partnersincrime]

"To KB: May The Dance Never End And The Music Never Stop."

[amhrosina]

going to try my hardest to get the poly!fratt x reader fic to my beta reader tonight so that i can post it tomorrow or wednesday!!!!!!

[bleh1bleh2]

I was thinking about voltron so much today that during class I took more notes about voltron than actual notes </3

[mysteriousboo]

Boop!

Do you have a piece of comfort media?

Mine are Derry Girls, Howl's Moving Castle, Ao Haru Ride and Maid-sama! (both manga and anime), Tell Me Three Things by Julie Buxbaum, Loveless and Solitaire by Alice Oseman ~☆

And many others that rotate but can't recall rn :3

Boop!!

I love all your answers, omg!! My comfort media is prolly young royals(atm), house md, mdzs(it's a work by mxtx), my neighbor totoro, from up on poppy hilll, all the pitch perfect movies, rwrb(both movie and the book), and hazbin hotel!!

[chenfordsrollisi]

Playing Catch Up

Finish 7th and final season of Riverdale [Finished 8/30/2023]

4th and final season of Nancy Drew [Abandoned after 4x03. Too sad.]

14th and final season of NCIS: Los Angeles. [Finished: 9/8/2023.]

The Lincoln Lawyer S2 [Abandoned in the middle of 2x01. Lost interest.]

SWAT S6

Castle S2-8

Grey's Anatomy: S6-11x21

The Resident: S2-5x23

TWD S8-11

NCIS: Hawai'i. Gonna try rewatching and see if I like it better this time around.

[margoton20-blog]

Kate Beckett in 7x21, “In Plane Sight” 🩵

[renegadesstuff]

“Is something wrong?”

“What could be wrong? You're here.” 🥺

S7E10, “Bad Santa” aired 9 years ago (December 8, 2014) 🤍

[katherinehoughtoncastle47]

[nikki-rook]

Eight seasons of title sequences

[i-prefer-west-side]

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SLOW DANCING IN THE LIVING ROOM Season 7

"It isn't funny, Castle," Kate snaps, kicking her shoes off and throwing her coat over the back of the couch. She continues to strip on her way to the bedroom, and Rick bites back a suggestive comment as he follows.

Having a bucket of well-done compost thrown on her as she tried to serve an arrest warrant had capped off an already bad day, and the last thing she needs is for him to poke at her more, especially after he accidentally snickered when she tripped getting out of the elevator.

She goes straight into the bathroom, dropping her soiled clothes in the tub and stepping into the shower.

He can't make out what she's muttering as she stands under the spray, so he gathers her clothes to put in a garbage bag. He'll work on them later, try to get out at least the worst smell and stains so he doesn't accidentally kill the dry cleaner. He calls in a delivery from Kate's favorite restaurant, and by the time she emerges wearing leggings and an old t-shirt of his, her damp hair curling around her shoulders, he's dishing it up with a very strong drink.

They eat on the couch, her feet tucked under his thigh, and when they're both done, he takes their empty plates and deposits them in the sink before returning to the living room.

"Mrs. Castle," he says, holding out his hand, "may I have this dance?"

Kate narrows her eyes, but he notices a smirk tugging at her lips. Between the food and the scotch, she's in a remarkably better mood. "Really? Dance?" she teases.

He just looks pointedly at his hand, and her smirk turns into a full-fledged grin when she takes it and lets him tug her into his arms. He grabs his phone from the side table and turns on music, switches it to come from the surround sound as she loops her free arm around his back.

He squeezes her hand, brushes a kiss to her temple as he starts to sway them to the gentle sound of their wedding song. "Better?" he murmurs in her ear.

She leans back just far enough so she can look in his eyes. "Perfect," she whispers, lifting her mouth to his.