castle fanfiction, castle/beckett - the ends opening into new ends always (master).
The Ends Opening Into New Ends Always Master Post
Author's Notes: Not entirely sure how it happened. I sat down to write a case file and suddenly it was set in 1925 in a speakeasy. You must pretend you’re watching a 1930s era black and white film while you read it otherwise it might seem stupidly melodramatic at times. (I’m sorry for that too; I’ve been drowning my sorrows in period dramas and old movies. But just imagine Beckett is a plucky Claudette Colbert and Castle is some weird hybrid between Clark Gable and the fall-down-drunkest/silliest Jimmy Stewart’s character got in The Philadelphia Story with a bit of the Lost Generation/Hemmingway thrown in there (so pretty much Castle’s character in the show) and you should be right.)
Written for casestory.
Trigger warnings for domestic violence and rough(ish) sex.
I love him, I love him, ran the patter of her lips
and he knew the doors that opened
Into doors and more doors, no end of doors.
-- Carl Sandburg, 1922.
Prologue
Part I.
Part II(a). Part II(b).
Part III(a). Part III(b).
Part IV(a). Part IV(b). Part IV(c).
Epilogue
Art and fanmix by the ryuutchi, with many thanks. :)
A bit of silly self-indulgence, or "the author's 3 am ramble upon completion"
Author's Notes: Not entirely sure how it happened. I sat down to write a case file and suddenly it was set in 1925 in a speakeasy. You must pretend you’re watching a 1930s era black and white film while you read it otherwise it might seem stupidly melodramatic at times. (I’m sorry for that too; I’ve been drowning my sorrows in period dramas and old movies. But just imagine Beckett is a plucky Claudette Colbert and Castle is some weird hybrid between Clark Gable and the fall-down-drunkest/silliest Jimmy Stewart’s character got in The Philadelphia Story with a bit of the Lost Generation/Hemmingway thrown in there (so pretty much Castle’s character in the show) and you should be right.)
Written for casestory.
Trigger warnings for domestic violence and rough(ish) sex.
I love him, I love him, ran the patter of her lips
and he knew the doors that opened
Into doors and more doors, no end of doors.
-- Carl Sandburg, 1922.
Prologue
Part I.
Part II(a). Part II(b).
Part III(a). Part III(b).
Part IV(a). Part IV(b). Part IV(c).
Epilogue
Art and fanmix by the ryuutchi, with many thanks. :)
A bit of silly self-indulgence, or "the author's 3 am ramble upon completion"