The bells were ringing out.
Author's Notes: For
missymeggins, who requested a piece about how Castle and Beckett spend the holidays for my lazy version of Fic Advent. So remember how I said I wouldn't make it lame? I'm a gigantic liar. Oh god. I just can't help myself when it comes to Christmas. My insides just turn into brandy-and-spice flavoured mush. Anyway
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And I'm glad this inspired ridiculous smiles. :)
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I JUST FOR REAL CRIED OVER THIS LINE OH MY GODDDDDD I HATE YOU.
Thinking about them in the context of not knowing what they would become to each other is literally my favorite way to think of them and you just hit that right on the head adlfkasf SO MANY FEELINGS. I've been flirting with writing a little Christmas fic or something for them, but now I don't think I want to anymore because this one is so perfect.
Anyway, THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS. I saw it while I was still in bed and literally opened it on my phone and read it all before I even got up, I was that excited it was there haha.
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I too like the idea of them before they were them. I don't know. Something about fate and not even fate, just how all the things in our lives play out and lead us to where we are? Fascinating.
And um, there can never be too much holiday fic, so no excuses miss.
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*feeling forever warm and fuzzy*
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Bawww. God, this season. This show. This everything.
"Not us," she says. "That means we're on New Year's though."
The *us* bit got me, IDEC if it's a double meaning thing but it's raining in my eyes.
He chokes a little on his coffee.
I choked a lot.
then I squealed.
then I did this arm flaily thing.
He hears her lungs startle, feels her turning to look at him but before she can he kisses her cheek.
MAKE THE RAIN STOP.
There was stuff from the church i wanted to copy but i was too moved to really copy/paste and yeah.
"Sure," she says, starts forward before him, tugging him with her.
Love that she has to lead.
He stands, comes up beside her elbow, looks at the tree over her shoulder, just like they examine all the murder boards.
Perfection.
(One day their books will line the same shelves. The point is moot.)
I lied before. This line is perfection.
And then she doesn't see them, because her eyes are closed and his lips are ( ... )
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Happy holidays.
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