Castleland: Mediums (Fic)
Castleland: Mediums (Fic)
Title: The Progression of a Relationship (Or, Kate and Rick, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G)
Rating: PG-13 (at most)
Disclaimer: Other than being a fan, I have nothing to do with Castle
Author's Note: This is my last hurrah forcastleland, but not my last time playing in the sandbox that is Castle. To my follow community members: See you around in Season Six!
Haiku
Champagne in her glass
Bubbles with a golden ring:
“Will you marry me?”
Poem
Love is-
Tousled locks against rumpled bed sheets
Ink-stained fingers after writer’s block
Stealing each other’s coffee
-the quiet moments.
Three Sentences
At the end of the last conference seminar for the day, all Kate Beckett wants to do is to eat her solo dinner in peace, go back to her hotel room, call her fiancé, and collapse into bed for a quiet evening. Instead, she ends up thwarting a kidnapping attempt on a Senator’s daughter, chasing down gunrunners thorough the back alleyways of Washington D.C., ...and meeting her future father-in-law in the middle of a firefight.
With her temporary partner nowhere to be seen as she reads her subdued suspects their Miranda Rights, Kate can only hope she made a good impression.
Ficlet
For all his wealth and fame, for all her friends and connections, the actual wedding ceremony itself is small and private. Oh, there are definitely lavish celebrations as one of New York City’s most eligible bachelors takes himself off the market by marrying his badge-carrying, police detective Muse-
His high society friends go to a Charity Gala thrown for the NYPD’s Widows’ and Children’s Fund and LiteracyAmerica. A smaller fundraiser for her peers in the rank-and-file happens in Central Park; it becomes legendary throughout the precincts of the Five Boroughs for years to come. (No, there’s no naked ‘borrowing’ of a police horse this time. Not by the groom, anyway.)
-but the exchanging of the rings and vows, the promise to love and cherish in the face of all that might befall them, that happens in front of a small circle of friends and family, the people they want to be present at that moment, rather than the people they have to invite.
The wedding happens out in the Hamptons, with Chief Brady looking both harried and exhilarated to be providing security for The Society Event of the Season. Faithful friends-both old and new-join their family out on the wide expanse of their lush backyard, with children barely containing their excitement and adults gently mocking both bride and groom for making everyone wait for so many years. Laughter flows easily as everyone intermingles before the ceremony.
It’s not easy for him to choose his best man, so he extends the honor to Javier and Kevin. Naturally, they both say yes. They keep him gently distracted from his nerves, reassuring him: “We’ve got the rings. You know Beckett would kill us if we lost the rings.”
Lanie is the first bridesmaid, followed by Madison and then Alexis, all them resplendent in their flowing gowns. Then Kate appears on her father’s arms, and the entire world falls away.
People say that on their wedding day, all the bride and groom can see is each other, and that is how you know a marriage will last. That is the fairytale we tell each other, in order to give ourselves the great love stories.
The truth is: Richard could care less about what Kate is wearing, or how she looks on this beautiful day. Kate could care less about the cut of his suite or how, indeed, ruggedly handsome he is at the altar. They both know that all of this; it’s just window-dressing. This marriage, this love, will last a lifetime because they have already weathered so much together, and come out the stronger for it.
They have faced down danger and known certain death. They have been apart and been far too close together. They have danced around and with each other for years. They know each other enough to know that they want to be partners, for life.
Today, of all days, is not a moment of them saying, “I do.”
It’s a moment to remind themselves:
“Always.”
Drabble
“Excuse me, Mr. Jameson?”
It takes a moment for the pseudonym to sink in before Richard Castle, newlywed with his wife on their secret honeymoon, walks over to the front desk. With a relaxed smile, Richard asks, “Is everything all right?”
“Yes, Mr. Jameson,” says the trainee concierge quickly, words tumbling out of his mouth liked rattled coins. “Just - This was delivered for you this morning.”
The flower arrangement is elegant and understated, a perfectly crafted balance of color and greenery. The accompanying card is addressed to “Mr. Jameson,” but inside, familiar handwriting says:
To My Son (and Daughter-in-Law), Congratulations.
Six Words
They fall asleep in the nursery.
Title: The Progression of a Relationship (Or, Kate and Rick, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G)
Rating: PG-13 (at most)
Disclaimer: Other than being a fan, I have nothing to do with Castle
Author's Note: This is my last hurrah forcastleland, but not my last time playing in the sandbox that is Castle. To my follow community members: See you around in Season Six!
Haiku
Champagne in her glass
Bubbles with a golden ring:
“Will you marry me?”
Poem
Love is-
Tousled locks against rumpled bed sheets
Ink-stained fingers after writer’s block
Stealing each other’s coffee
-the quiet moments.
Three Sentences
At the end of the last conference seminar for the day, all Kate Beckett wants to do is to eat her solo dinner in peace, go back to her hotel room, call her fiancé, and collapse into bed for a quiet evening. Instead, she ends up thwarting a kidnapping attempt on a Senator’s daughter, chasing down gunrunners thorough the back alleyways of Washington D.C., ...and meeting her future father-in-law in the middle of a firefight.
With her temporary partner nowhere to be seen as she reads her subdued suspects their Miranda Rights, Kate can only hope she made a good impression.
Ficlet
For all his wealth and fame, for all her friends and connections, the actual wedding ceremony itself is small and private. Oh, there are definitely lavish celebrations as one of New York City’s most eligible bachelors takes himself off the market by marrying his badge-carrying, police detective Muse-
His high society friends go to a Charity Gala thrown for the NYPD’s Widows’ and Children’s Fund and LiteracyAmerica. A smaller fundraiser for her peers in the rank-and-file happens in Central Park; it becomes legendary throughout the precincts of the Five Boroughs for years to come. (No, there’s no naked ‘borrowing’ of a police horse this time. Not by the groom, anyway.)
-but the exchanging of the rings and vows, the promise to love and cherish in the face of all that might befall them, that happens in front of a small circle of friends and family, the people they want to be present at that moment, rather than the people they have to invite.
The wedding happens out in the Hamptons, with Chief Brady looking both harried and exhilarated to be providing security for The Society Event of the Season. Faithful friends-both old and new-join their family out on the wide expanse of their lush backyard, with children barely containing their excitement and adults gently mocking both bride and groom for making everyone wait for so many years. Laughter flows easily as everyone intermingles before the ceremony.
It’s not easy for him to choose his best man, so he extends the honor to Javier and Kevin. Naturally, they both say yes. They keep him gently distracted from his nerves, reassuring him: “We’ve got the rings. You know Beckett would kill us if we lost the rings.”
Lanie is the first bridesmaid, followed by Madison and then Alexis, all them resplendent in their flowing gowns. Then Kate appears on her father’s arms, and the entire world falls away.
People say that on their wedding day, all the bride and groom can see is each other, and that is how you know a marriage will last. That is the fairytale we tell each other, in order to give ourselves the great love stories.
The truth is: Richard could care less about what Kate is wearing, or how she looks on this beautiful day. Kate could care less about the cut of his suite or how, indeed, ruggedly handsome he is at the altar. They both know that all of this; it’s just window-dressing. This marriage, this love, will last a lifetime because they have already weathered so much together, and come out the stronger for it.
They have faced down danger and known certain death. They have been apart and been far too close together. They have danced around and with each other for years. They know each other enough to know that they want to be partners, for life.
Today, of all days, is not a moment of them saying, “I do.”
It’s a moment to remind themselves:
“Always.”
Drabble
“Excuse me, Mr. Jameson?”
It takes a moment for the pseudonym to sink in before Richard Castle, newlywed with his wife on their secret honeymoon, walks over to the front desk. With a relaxed smile, Richard asks, “Is everything all right?”
“Yes, Mr. Jameson,” says the trainee concierge quickly, words tumbling out of his mouth liked rattled coins. “Just - This was delivered for you this morning.”
The flower arrangement is elegant and understated, a perfectly crafted balance of color and greenery. The accompanying card is addressed to “Mr. Jameson,” but inside, familiar handwriting says:
To My Son (and Daughter-in-Law), Congratulations.
Six Words
They fall asleep in the nursery.