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babycastle09 asked: you unlocked the page!! YAY!!! :D

I did. Took some time, made some apologies, reconnected with people and recovered from the meltdown that no one really seemed to noticed and decided to come back.

You make me more insecure than any other fandom I have EVER been in. How do you do this? WHY do you do this?

*sigh

Me.

worldaccordingwrites:

red: when and how did you first realize you loved writing?
orange: who is your greatest literary inspiration, and why?
yellow: what is your favorite style?
green: whose style do you imitate the most?
blue: what is your favorite genre/subject on which to write?
indigo: what do you think is the greatest flaw in your writing?
violet: what is your favorite thing about your writing?
pink: what attracts you to writing in general? why do you love it?
silver: top three sources of inspiration
black: your dreams! be published, be a critical success? what?
lemon: do you write fanfiction? if so, what genre? otp?
lime: what are some of the most prevalent themes in your work?
brown: three favorite novels
rainbow: three favorite authors
white: weirdest thing you’ve ever written BE HONEST

(Because it’s too cute to waste and I think you guys deserve a little something for sticking around)

By the time Kate got back to the kitchen with a freshly changed Charlie, the coffee maker she had turned on earlier was nearly done and by the time she had filled his cup with milk, the coffee was done.  Without hesitation, Kate sat the boy on the counter and he watched calmly as she found a cup of her own and filled it before adding enough milk to turn the dark liquid a creamy light brown colour.

“Down?” he asked, scooting his bum slowly towards the edge of the counter.

“Yeah, down,” she said, wrapping her free arm around his waist and lowering him to the ground before she let herself sit on the ground as well.

Kate let herself lean back so that she was resting against the cupboard doors and it wasn’t long before Charlie sat himself in her lap and leaned back against her. As the two of them sipped their drinks and waited for Rick and Alexis to wake up, they enjoyed the quiet and the sun that was starting to peak over the New York sky line.

princessthermopolis asked: Welcome back! I freaked out a bit when I saw your tumblr was locked and was about to message you on ffnet, but I'm glad everything has calmed down and you're back!

<3 to you too.

pinktheatre asked: YAY!!! You are back. I am happy to see you again!

Thanks :)

Let’s just say my personal life fell apart, and then my internet life fell apart and I locked this place down before I did something stupid like delete it.

I have posted a few things since I locked it down, so take a look around.

<3

(Charlie verse)

“That looks perfect,” Rick said as he looked over the genealogy project Alexis was finishing up.

“It’s not finished, but there’s no room to finish it,” Alexis complained as she frowned at the large sheet of paper her teacher had handed one out to everyone in her class. Meredith’s side of the family was completely filled in and so was Rick’s, except for the blank spaces relating her his father. 

“There’s nothing to finish, Pumpkin,” he told the 5th grader. “Everything’s here.”

“There’s no room for Kate,” she said, turning to look up at her dad. Alexis listened for a few moments as her father tried to explain about that, but she was having none of it. “No,” Alexis said, grabbing her pen and a ruler before pulling the paper close to her again. Rick watched as she carefully drew a series of straight lines on the sheet. Once she was satisfied, the girl slid from her stool at the counter, grabbed her pen, ruler and sheet of paper and headed off to the second floor of the loft.  While Kate had protested Rick’s plan to convert the spare room into an office for her, she had eventually given in and started to use it.

**

He had no idea what made him wake up in the pre-dawn hours, but when he realized that Kate’s side of the bed was empty, he threw the covers off and went in search of her. He didn’t have to look far because the cool breeze from the propped open balcony door caught his attention right away. After ducking back into the bedroom for a sweatshirt and a couple of blankets, he slipped out onto the balcony and found his wife sitting in the corner of the glass balcony enclosure, knees pulled up to her chest, as she watched the city.

“Little cold for people watching, don’t you think?” he asked quietly as he lowered himself to the ground beside her before spreading one of the blankets he brought over their legs. After they were both tucked in, he hesitated about what to do with his arms, but Kate took care of that issue as soon as she shifted away from the glass wall to tuck herself into his side.

“I miss my mom,” she told him quietly and he didn’t know what else to do but wrap his arms around her and hold her close. The last time she had told him this confession was the night before they got married and he hadn’t known what to tell her then either. “And I don’t think I really realized how much I missed her until tonight.” Not long after Alexis had headed upstairs, the pair had come back down and offered him and Charlie a ‘see you later’ before heading off to Jim’s house to finish up the girl’s project. When they had finally come home, Alexis was full of stories about Johanna Beckett and Kate was wearing the same look she had after an emotionally exhausting day at the precinct. “But dad lit up as he showed Alexis pictures and told her stories about me and mom and everyone and it’s been so long since he looked like that when talking about her that I didn’t have the heart to stop them until Alexis started yawning more than talking.”

“I hate that this is still so hard for you.” She just shook her head.

“The three of you make it easier, because you just want the happy stories. It just … it just hits me sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” he assured her as he let go of her for a moment so he could grab the second blanket and throw it around their shoulders as they watched the sun start to come up.

She wants to walk away, needs to walk away, but she won’t. It’s not that she doesn’t know how to walk away, it’s just that she’s scared.

Because maybe, if she walks away, if she gives up that one last connection, she really will be so broken that no one will be able to fix her.

Then again, maybe she just needs to give into that fact and get it over with. Maybe she just needs to finish the job that others have started.

Maybe if she finally breaks beyond repair, things won’t be able to get any worse.

There will be no more friends who pull away because they don’t know what to say, there will be no more boys who want what she can’t give, there will be no one more broken than her to take care of.

No one to hold her shattered pieces together.

Maybe splintering apart wouldn’t be so bad after all.

(short and sweet)

When Beckett gets pregnant with their first child, a boy, she starts freaking out a little until Castle pulls her aside and tells her that she’s already had more than enough experience raising, what is sure to be, a rambunctious boy. Kate, for her part, can’t do a lot more than blink at Castle.

“You did just fine raising Ryan and Esposito before I got there,” he tells her calmly, earning himself a smack in the face with her pillow before they both start laughing.

In an alternate universe, Rick Castle and Kate Beckett were supposed to fight to the death in the 22nd Annual Hunger Games.

He had filed into the reaping with the other 17 year olds, joking and shoving each other as they all tried to not admit that they were terrified of being chosen. He pulled away from the group slightly to watch some of the other kids filing in only to find his attention drawn to a slip of a girl. She was tall and almost painfully thin, but her long, brown hair was carefully brushed back from her face and pulled into an elegant brain. She held her head up high and walked with purpose.

She disappeared into the crowd soon after and Rick returned his attention to his friends. He wouldn’t give the girl another thought until the reaping actually began and the local escort called out the first name.

“Katherine Beckett,” echoed through the gathering and he turned to watch as the girls left their neat lines and stepped away from the one who had been called. As the crowd murmured their disappointment over the fact that a 12 year old had been chosen, Rick watched as she quickly schooled her expression and walked up to the platform. The murmurs died down as the boy’s name was chosen.

Before he realized what was happening, Rick Castle found himself up on the stage, shaking hands with, and looking into the eyes of, the tiny girl he was going to have to murder.

**

“I don’t understand,” Kate said, wiping at her tears as she watched Rick carefully clean and bandage the large cut on her arm. They had been in the area for 9 days now and Kate had been keeping to herself, staying close to the other tributes, but never too close. She shadowed them and picked pockets and bags to get by.

“What’s not to understand?” Rick asked, refusing to look at her as he went about her work. His rating of 10 had attracted the attention of the careers and he had allied with them at first, but now there were only 7 tributes left and the careers had started to study him, trying to find a weakness so he had slipped away in the dark of night.

After slitting two of the careers’ throats.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, trying not to start crying again. “Why are you helping me? Just kill me,” she pleaded. “You’re so much bigger, so much stronger … why won’t you just get this over with?”

“I have a plan,” he answered. “And I need you for it to work. So exactly as I say and things will be fine.” He finished tying the bandage and sat back from Kate while she tried to figure out if she should take her chance and run, or stay.

In the end, she stayed.

**

It would take another 6 days for the other 5 tributes to die. Kate would help Rick finish off 2 of them, but she never did any of the direct killing.

Kate prepared herself for her own death as best she could. She redid the near braid that ran down her back and scrubbed herself as clean as she could in the river. She had found a camera hidden in a bush and had told her parents she loved them and then she had gone and met Rick by the cornucopia.

“Be fast, ok?” she asked as he stood in front of her, towering over her. “But make sure my mom and dad can cover it up.”He studied her for a long moment before he pulled his weapon of choice from his belt: a long, curved knife with a vicious hook on the end. They used knifes like this in their district, for topping beets and a few other vegetables. After a long moment, he handed it to her, handle first.

“I don’t kill little kids,” he told her, and she knew it was true. There was another 12 year old and two 13 year olds in this year’s games and he had run into all of them and let them all go. Kate looked down at the blade he was offering to her and she swallowed hard. She wasn’t supposed to have survived the first five minutes of the games, let alone made it to the final 2. She was a tall, underweight 12 year old who had scored a 4, one of the lowest ratings ever seen, but here she was, standing inches from the largest, strongest boy in the games and he was offering her his weapon and his life so she could go home.

“Wait,” the voice of the Game Maker boomed into the area, causing the two of them to look up at the sky even though they knew they’d never see the man belonging to the voice. They listened as the voice gave a flowery speech about how the two of them had embodied all the Capital wished for it’s people, about how the large had protected the small and the small had gratefully accepted the aid and been prepared to do whatever the large had demanded. “Congratulations,” the message ended and it wasn’t until she stumbled into him and he had to hold her up against the downdraft of the aircraft that they both understood they had won.