Castle (*cough* CASKETT) fanfiction writer, who can also be found on FFnet under the same name. I write long fics, one shots and chapter stories, accept prompts and on request will make cover art for other author's Castle stories. Enjoy your stay - why not grab a coffee from the break room to enjoy while you read?
Chapter 12 of "Russian Bride No.41319" will return around 8-9pm 02.02.2015 AUS time. The delay will be explained. I hope some of you will return for the continuation of the story. (P. S. In further news, I have created one of those stupid sappy original quote/poetry blogs called newyorkrenegades if you want to check it out. My humour blog is still cardsagainstprofanity)
Chapter 4 - A Lot of Room & No Regrets by “and so they said always”
Summary:
He’s uncertain, but starting this off with “So, I just ordered you off the internet for book research,” is probably not the best way to go. -Castle’s low on inspiration, and makes one of the biggest (best) mistakes of his life when he orders a Russian Bride to base a character on. Beckett needs to escape Russia to solve her mother’s murder. But neither of them counted on the spark.
Chapter 3 - Nineteen by “and so they said always”
Summary:
He’s uncertain, but starting this off with “So, I just ordered you off the internet for book research,” is probably not the best way to go. -Castle’s low on inspiration, and makes one of the biggest (best) mistakes of his life when he orders a Russian Bride to base a character on. Beckett needs to escape Russia to solve her mother’s murder. But neither of them counted on the spark.
Chapter 2 - Cherry Red by “and so they said always”
Summary:
He’s uncertain, but starting this off with “So, I just ordered you off the internet for book research,” is probably not the best way to go. -Castle’s low on inspiration, and makes one of the biggest (best) mistakes of his life when he orders a Russian Bride to base a character on. Beckett needs to escape Russia to solve her mother’s murder. But neither of them counted on the spark.
Chapter 1 - Off the Plane by “and so they said always”
Summary:
He’s uncertain, but starting this off with “So, I just ordered you off the internet for book research,” is probably not the best way to go. -Castle’s low on inspiration, and makes one of the biggest (best) mistakes of his life when he orders a Russian Bride to base a character on. Beckett needs to escape Russia to solve her mother’s murder. But neither of them counted on the spark.
Chapter 1 - Off the Plane by “and so they said always”
Summary:
He's uncertain, but starting this off with "So, I just ordered you off the internet for book research," is probably not the best way to go. -Castle's low on inspiration, and makes one of the biggest (best) mistakes of his life when he orders a Russian Bride to base a character on. Beckett needs to escape Russia to solve her mother's murder. But neither of them counted on the spark.
"And you tell me that we really
Must catch up sometime
But you don't give me your number
So I don't give you mine."
 - What Tomorrow Didn't Bring by Paper Halos
AU/Castle's Nightmare in S6 ||Â The Partners That Never (Almost) Were
In the end, Castle does leave to write James Bond, because he believes he will never have a chance with Beckett. A couple of months later, he runs into her and the boys at a train station, where they are investigating a case. She tells him she can't talk now, but offers to get coffee with him some time.Â
He realises he misses the thrill of police work (the thrill of her), and tries to use his connections to see if he can resume his consulting position.
Strangely, his request seems to be lost in translation, because he never gets to shadow her again.
Three Small Facts (A Love Story)
Chapter 9 - License to Quest by “and so they said always”
Summary:
Fact 1: He is six. It’s is his birthday (he doesn’t know yet that this is going to be the best birthday he ever has)Â
Fact 2: Today is the first time he meets a girl who he thinks is amazing. Perfect, really.Â
Fact 3: She is the love of his life.Â
 = A Caskett AU long-fic where the characters are little kids. Lots of Castle and Beckett, though Castle’s perspective.Â
Previously On: if you’ve never read this fic before, I recommend catching up on:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10373002/1/Three-Small-Facts-A-Love-Story
Nothing to Worry About (Promise)
Chapter 8 - How They've Always Been by “and so they said always”
Summary:Â
"Please tell me you did not sleep in the break room again." Castle is trying to reconfigure Beckett’s priorities so that things like "sleeping" and "eating" are at the top, but Beckett’s having none of it as the anniversary of her mother’s death draws nearer. Told from alternating Castle/Beckett perspectives, I present a somewhat fluffy and very cute little chapter fic.
Rating:Â T
Characters:Â Castle, Beckett, Esposito, Ryan +
Previously On: if you’ve never read this fic before, I reccommend catching up on:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10370934/1/Nothing-to-Worry-About-Promise
Chapter 3 - Below by “and so they said always”
Summary:
After a heated argument (wherein neither can say “I love you”, but both mean it), Castle decides that he and Beckett have an expiration date. But a killer’s on the loose, one who specializes in ending the suffering of those harboring unrequited love. Soon, Beckett will be left with blood on her hands: she’s always held Castle’s heart, but soon that may extend beyond the metaphoric.
Three Small Facts (A Love Story)
Chapter 8 - the Castle and the Queen by “and so they said always”
Summary:
Fact 1: He is six. It’s is his birthday (he doesn’t know yet that this is going to be the best birthday he ever has)Â
Fact 2: Today is the first time he meets a girl who he thinks is amazing. Perfect, really.Â
Fact 3: She is the love of his life.Â
 = A Caskett AU long-fic where the characters are little kids. Lots of Castle and Beckett, though Castle’s perspective.Â
Previously On: if you’ve never read this fic before, I recommend catching up on:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10373002/1/Three-Small-Facts-A-Love-Story
Nothing to Worry About (Promise)
Chapter 7 - Love is Like Water by “and so they said always”
Summary:Â
"Please tell me you did not sleep in the break room again." Castle is trying to reconfigure Beckett’s priorities so that things like "sleeping" and "eating" are at the top, but Beckett’s having none of it as the anniversary of her mother’s death draws nearer. Told from alternating Castle/Beckett perspectives, I present a somewhat fluffy and very cute little chapter fic.
Rating:Â T
Characters:Â Castle, Beckett, Esposito, Ryan +
Previously On: if you’ve never read this fic before, I reccommend catching up on:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10370934/1/Nothing-to-Worry-About-Promise
These are few covers I have made for my own stories, just to give you an example of what I can (and cannot) do for those of you interested in having me make your story covers.
Story Covers Used:
 - Three Small Facts (A Love Story) by "and so they said always"
 - From Russia, With Love by "and so they said always"
 - To Say That I Love You, Little By Little by "and so they said always"
Graphic Art
- Losing Heat Faux Book Cover by "and so they said always"
Hi! I'm Haley and you posted on the castle fanfic's blog saying you do cover art. I was wondering if you could work your magic on my stories and make some for me? That would be cool.
Hi Haley!I would love to do some covers for your stories. Just a few hang ups:- I only do graphic art on Photoshop etc, because I can't draw. If you want a demo of my work, check out the hash tag "and so they said always cover art showcase", just to double check you'd want my work for your stories. - I only do Castle stories, because I can't really make art for fandoms I don't know anything about. Other than that, send me some details if you still want the art, and we'll work out what you're after :)
No & Not Yet
Chapter 1 - Frying Pans & Friction by “and so they said always”
Summary:
Due to excessive amounts of undeniable (and nearly tangible) tension, Castle &Beckett were constantly mistaken for a couple, even in the earliest days. This is a simple, fluffy collection of all the times suspects, victim's family members and various colleagues mistook them as being together. Each chapter is told from their perspectives as onlookers of the electricity of Caskett.
Rating:Â T
Characters:Â Castle, Beckett + guest characters
Summary:
On the day she was shot, two things lodged themselves in Kate Beckett’s heart: one bullet, and three little words. Now, months later, she wonders if she’ll ever be able to tear her walls down and tell him the truth, face to face. But when Castle asks Beckett to say something in Russian, she thinks perhaps she’s found a way. A way that’s close enough for now.
Story:
Beckett stares blankly at her screen.
The tiny little black symbols that should form phrase have been floating around freely on the word document for the past half an hour, wandering like falling leaves.
It is definitely too early in the morning for such tedious paperwork.
There is a loud cough behind her, startling her as much as the pterodactyl scene in Jurassic Park.Â
Her reverie broken, she whirls around, scowling at the offender.
Ryan shrinks back slightly, feeling slightly over exposed to Beckett’s fury without the extra reinforcement that Esposito normally provides.Â
“Uh, Beckett? Yeah. Sorry, but the cousin’s alibi is holding,” Ryan tells her, fairly sure her gaze could wilt flowers.
“Damn,” Beckett breathes, glaring at her frankly fabulous shoes.Â
“I know. Next best suspect is the sister, and she lives all the way out in Hartford, a little way nearer than Springfield.”
Beckett groans. “I don’t suppose you and Espo fancy a two hour drive?”
The Hispanic detective wanders up to stand beside his partner, looking smug. “Not in the least, Becks. Tag and you’re it.”
“Call me Becks again and we’ll be driving out to Hartford to hide your body,” she warns, narrowing her eyes. “But all right, I’ll go.”
She grabs her leather jacket from the back of her chair, and stalks over to the elevator, just as the doors ding open, and Castle steps out, two takeaway coffee cups in his hands.
He opens his mouth to greet her as he walks out into the hall, but she pushes his shoulder to spin him back around and into the lift once more.Â
“C’mon, Castle,” Beckett mutters, pressing the button for the ground floor. “Road trip.”
Castle stretches out a careful hand and adjusts the radio.
Beckett doesn’t seem to notice; her eyes remain fixed on the road. A small flash of pride jolts through him like an electric shock. In their early cases, she’d have shot off his knuckles if his fingers had hinted at touching merely the volume control. Now, it no longer seems to bother her.
Maybe, one day, she’ll even let him drive.
He grins at the idea.
“What are you smirking about?” Beckett pokes, casting a sidelong glance in his general direction.
“Nope. Nothing. I’m all good,” he replies hurriedly, turning to look out the window.
He reckons he’s probably doing a good job of pretending to watch the other cars go by, but if he tilts his head just so, he can see her reflection, and the (adorable) tiny frown of concentration on her face.
“Beckett, I’m bored,” Castle whines finally, after holding up surprisingly well for the whole hour they’ve been on the road.
“Uh huh.”
“Can we stop and do something? I’ve got nothing to do.”
“Well, I have something to do. It’s called a job, Castle. If you didn’t want to help, you shouldn’t have come, now, should you?” Beckett is well aware that 2009 Kate would have been highly disappointed at the lack of edge in her voice, at the small smile quirking at her lips.Â
She’s glad he’s talking again, though, instead of just sitting quietly.
Lately, silences between her and him have become I love you, Kate on loop, filling the air.Â
“Oh, I have an idea! Say something in Russian, Beckett,” he pleads, his I’m-asking-nicely expression being applied at full force.
“Why?”
He grins again. “Cos it’ll be cool. Maybe Nikki Heat can speak a little Russian, or Rook. C’mon, please?”
She sighs, rolling her eyes at the white stripes along the road, as if the bitumen could somehow sympathise with her. “All right. Fine. What do you want me to say, then?”
Castle had really not expected to get this far. He’d had a plan for wheedling carefully laid out, but has no idea what to say now that she’s agreed. “Um… can you say…Castle, you are ruggedly handsome.”
Castle listens carefully to the string of sounds that scramble into his ears, a chain of intonations and inflections, words that he can barely separate from their neighbours. “Ok,” he asks, “What did you really say?”
Beckett smirks. “I said, Castle likes to think he’s ruggedly handsome. Well, that was the gist of it, I can’t translate word for word.”
Another silence.Â
Soon, his confession from the day of her shooting is circling around in her head.
She wonders if she’ll ever be able to tell him she heard.
She wonders if she’ll ever be able to reply.
“Say something else,” Castle demands childishly after a few minutes of quiet.
“Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu,” Beckett says quietly.
“What does that mean?”
“It means, thanks for bringing me coffee this morning,” Beckett replies, though this isn’t strictly true.
Just as before, however, it’s the gist of it, right? Coffee’s always been theiralmost, a close-enough way to say what they can’t.
Summary:
He can't say it. That little, three word phrase seems too unremarkable for what he means. For how much he means it. So, instead, he finds lots of little ways, little things. Words and gestures and actions that can only mean "I love you" if you're looking. He hopes that, one day, she'll see. A one shot about how Castle shows what he can't tell.
Story:
Little by little I’ve been saying
I love you
But you never quite hear me
Do you?
Often, big things begin as little things.
Traditions start off as meaningless gestures that become habits.
The world is made of fine lines, and all good stories come as a result of people crossing them.
For instance, he cannot pinpoint the exact day, the exact moment, when coffee stopped meaning good morning and started meaning I love you.
Maybe it always did, in a way. A hidden subtext, concealed even from him.Â
Then again, perhaps it happened gradually and indistinctly. Like how Kate transformed from hot to beautiful, from harsh to broken, from a conquest to an always.