Hi! First of all, I would really like to thank you for every single bit you have written for this fandom, you're amazing. I don't know if you take prompts right now, but there's one that has stuck with me over the years and since you're my favorite fanfic writer it would mean so much if you wrote it! Here it is; setup/countdown takes place after 47 seconds. Again thanks for everything! Love, Emma
He’s so stiff against her, his arm like a vise around her shoulders, his chest like a board beneath her cheek, and she doesn’t believe it’s all wholly from the cold.
“Castle?” she calls, her voice raspy, trembling through the ice in her lungs, up the chilled hollow of her throat. “You still there?”
“Yeah, I’m right - right here,” he answers with chattering teeth, and at least he’s still shivering, still feeling enough to shake.
She stopped trembling quite a while ago.
Kate attempts a breath, does her best to open her eyes that continue to fall closed, and uses what little strength she has to lift her hand from his chest, touch her fingers to his chin.
There’s so much she wants to say, but it’s been so different between them lately, so devastating, and he’s made it clear that whatever they once had, whatever chance they had at becoming more, is gone. But she refuses to die with words unspoken, to sin by silence - as he’d not so subtly accused her of - even as it burns to scrape the confessions out of her mouth.
“Thank you. For being there,” she rasps, the slow beat of her heart exalting for a brief moment when his head bows ever so slightly, his lips grazing the frozen tips of her fingers.
The pressure of his arm around her increases just a little more and she hums in approval. “Always.”
And the sound of that word - their word - one she honestly never expected to hear again, not from him, has a small chunk of the ice encasing her heart melting away, allowing it a little extra time to continue beating.
“I just want - need you to know how much I love you.”
His entire body shudders beneath her and then he’s shifting, tugging her in closer.
“W-what?” he gets out, one of his hands rising to her face, stroking at her cheek, and she fights so hard to feel it, to stay awake for it, but she’s fading too quickly.
“Love. You,” she manages, the encrusted ice coating her lashes weighing down her eyelids, but she forces another blink, has to see the crisp blues of his eyes staring down at her, the bitter shade of grey she had become so used to softening into the cerulean she’d so greatly missed. The way he’s looking at her now the only source of warmth she has left. “Missed you. Love you.”
“Oh, Kate,” he rasps, his hand clumsy at her cheek, his lips useless at her forehead. “You def-definitely can’t pass out on me now.”
She hums, but her eyes are falling closed, sleep so near-
Castle’s mouth touches her, his chapped lips scraping against hers, the heat of his tongue sparking at her bottom lip. And it has her neck aching, cracking, but she lifts her head, parts her lips, and mm, for a moment, gentle frissons of heat and clarity thawing away some of the ice.
But not enough.
“Come on, Kate,” he mumbles, his lips brushing hers as he speaks, his breath a fraction warmer, burning her cold lips. “Stay with me this time.”
She tries to press in closer, but - but it’s all black and heavy and she can’t see anything anymore.
“Kate, open your eyes. Please, I - I love you too. You know I love you. You have to-”
“Good silver lining,” she mumbles, drifting off against his shoulder. “Not - so bad like this.”
And it isn’t, being allowed to remain curled against him in the snow, to fade slowly into the warm darkness with his love in her ear. Better than the bullet she would have expected to kill her at its next chance.
His cheek hits the top of her head, the last thing she feels, and she sighs out a final breath of contentment.
He emerges from the ambulance with a matching blanket around his shoulders and she manages a smile for him, unsure of how much he remembers from the freezer, if karma has come for her and erased her love from his mind as she had done with his a near year ago.
But despite the hypothermia she knows he’s suffering from, Castle strides up to her with purpose, the blanket slipping from his shoulders once he reaches her and lifts his hands to her face.
Kate breathes a sigh of relief into his mouth when he kisses her, no preamble or hesitation, only the certain press of his lips spreading heat through the chilled parts of her.
He reluctantly pulls back at the whistles from Ryan and Esposito, but Beckett arches on her toes, swallows his quiet groan as she sucks on his upper lip.
“You really love me,” he mumbles, staining the statement against her lips, question and awe in his voice, and Kate nods her head.
“Yes,” she breathes, opening her eyes to see into the ones looking down at her. “Wasn’t just a deathbed confession.”
“Neither was mine,” he murmurs, narrowing his gaze on her as his thumbs stroke along her cheeks. “I love you too, Kate.”
Her mouth spreads into a smile that she seals to his, one of her hands abandoning the clutch of her blanket to cup the back of his neck-
“Hey, lovebirds,” Fallon calls with a snap of his fingers and Beckett sighs, presses a final kiss to the corner of Castle’s mouth before descending back to the balls of her feet. “Hate to interrupt the celebration of survival here, but we’ve got work to do.”
“After,” Castle whispers, his hands slipping down to her shoulders, squeezing warmth into her stiff bones.
“After,” she echoes, splaying her hands at his sides and biting down on her bottom lip to conceal the smirk curling there. “Won’t ever let you feel cold again while you’re with me.”
Lovely embers of heat spark through his eyes and Castle leans in to push a hard kiss to her mouth.
“Thank god we lived.”
She breathes a laugh against his lips before she draws back, steals his hand from her shoulder and twines their fingers, grateful for the warmth, the ability to feel the fit of his hand in hers and the flame that travels through her veins, heating her blood.
“Hurry, Beckett,” he murmurs, dragging her along with him towards Agent Fallon. “The quicker we save the city, the quicker you get to warm me up.”
underappreciated thing about a kate moment that is worth mentioning: everyone knows the ghostbusters blooper with her and kristen where she boops her nose right?
anyway, when kristen forgets her line kate immediately says it to her in question. which means kate knew kristen’s line. which, knowing kate, also probably means she knows the whole fuckin’ script. what a n e r d.
i’d say this at any time just because i love this movie but ‘v for vendetta’ is honestly such a relatable movie for what’s happening right now, and if you haven’t seen it i recommend doing so because THE WHOLE THING describes what’s going on in america, and it’s scary
A Sterek Assassin AU, but not like a Mr. and Mrs. Smith one or like where they know each other before.
Like they only know each other as a mark and they keep ALMOST killing each other.
And then both of them recognize each other at the same time at a Farmer’s Market.
And Stiles is with Scott and Scott is like “dude, that dude’s totes looking at you.” And Erica’s with Derek and is like “hot nerd alert” (none of their friends know that Stiles and Derek are assassins btw) and so Scott and Erica are both like “go talk to him and then bone” and they have to because their friends are pushing.
But Stiles thinks Derek doesn’t know who he is and Derek thinks stiles doesn’t know who he is and neither of them are going to try to kill the other in front of their friend because Derek thinks Scott’s kind of cool and Stiles really likes Erica’s bluntness and so they all agree to get drinks later.
So Stiles tells Lydia since she’s his handler or whatever and Derek tells Boyd who’s his. Lydia says to just have a good night and that everything he learns about him can be used to get him at a later date. And Boyd tells Derek to keep Erica safe (because that’s all Boyd really cares about and he knows Derek will just do his thing).
And no one thinks the other knows about the other so they’re all like ‘just relax, it’ll be easy.’
And they go out for drinks and It’s really fun and Stiles’ fingers keep itching to grab at his knife in his waistband because the more he hears about Derek, the more he likes him and DAMN HE’S FINE
And then Derek’s trying to figure out whether his hands are itching to break Stiles’ neck or to hold him against the wall and fuck him.
Then nothing happens and they all go home.
So Scott and Erica are obviously like “we’re all going out AGAIN.”
And they see a movie. It’s the latest spy movie (which Scott and Erica love) and Derek and Stiles are both laughing at the inaccuracies.
At the end of the movie they all go stand outside and their friends keep giving the *look* to Stiles and Derek and they’re both like “what?”
And so Scott and Erica are like GAH NOT AGAIN because Derek and Stiles both want to leave.
But then Scott says “Let’s get drinks.”
And Derek says “it’s a Wednesday. Don’t you work tomorrow?”
Scott’s like “Oh. I do.” and Erica’s like “me too.”
“But Stiles doesn’t.”
“Neither does Derek.”
Of course, neither Stiles or Derek drove and Scott and Erica run away from them and drive off before they can get in the cars with them (because their friends are actual children)
So Derek and Stiles both call other friends who have all been warned not to pick them up by Scott and Erica.
So finally, Stiles calls Lydia and Derek calls Boyd and they both are like OH NO YOU’RE GETTING INTEL.
And of course they both live like 15 miles away and could totally run it, but they don’t want the other one to notice how fast they are so they’re like “well, one drink I guess.”
And then it becomes more than one drink and they learn more about each other and hey, they actually could like each other if they didn’t have to kill each other.
And it gets to the point where both of them have had so much to drink that they know they can’t run home and there’s this hotel right across the street and at least Derek can kill Stiles in a nice place, right?
And they get into their room and Derek immediately throws Stiles against the door and Stiles responds by putting his hands around Derek’s neck like he’s going to choke him and Derek breaks the hold and Stiles surprisingly throws Derek on the bed and Derek grabs him when he attacks and flips Stiles over and he’s about to punch him the face and Stiles catches his fist, and flips them.
And he slips because they’re drunk and of course fighting turns them both on. And Derek’s like “you play dirty”
And in Stiles’ mind he’s like “oh right, he thinks were playing. I guess we can just play a little tonight…”
And Derek thinks Stiles is just kinky and likes it rough.
And then they have super hot secret hate sex.
Boyd knows where Derek ended up that night, and the next morning Derek wakes up to a text from Boyd that says KILL HIM OR LEAVE NOW.
And Derek thinks it’s rude to kill someone after he fucks them, so he leaves and calls Boyd and Boyd’s says, “I just talked to Isaac, and he said the Banshee’s contractor has been contracted to kill you”
Derek says, “So?”
And Derek’s v. confused and angered and wants to kill something (probs Stiles) and immediately goes back to the room and is about to bang on the door when Stiles opens it.
And there’s a look of relief on Stiles’ face and he says, “I thought you left.”
And Derek’s asks “Why? Thought you wouldn’t get another chance to kill me?”
And then there’s a v awkward silence and then Stiles says quietly, “You’re supposed to kill me too, aren’t you?”
And then they break angry eye contact to glance at the other’s mouth (because it’s not fic if that doesn’t happen) and then there’s like two seconds of eye contact again.
And then ROUND 2 of hate sex.
After they’re both done, they look at each other (Stiles sitting on the bed as Derek pulls on his clothes) and Derek looks at him and says, “The next time I see you, I’m going to kill you.”
“Same. Unless you’re with Erica. Or family.”
“Or you’re with Scott. Or family.”
“We can’t do that to them.”
And then Derek leaves and doesn’t see Stiles again for a couple of weeks when they both end up in Moscow for a thing.
But SURPRISE Stiles said that he and Scott needed a brocation and Derek offered to pamper Erica with a foreign excursion (since neither of them are going anywhere without their besties from now on pretty much in order to make sure they don’t die).
And there’s a point there when he’s about to kill Stiles, and then Scott appears. And Scott starts talking to Stiles and Derek steps away from his gun as Stiles looks at where Derek was hiding and winks before walking off with Scott.
And then there’s a moment where they’re alone in a room and the have a full on fight.
“No guns or knives. That will cheapen what we have,” Stiles says as Derek rolls his eyes and they drop their weapons at the door.
They fight for a while and it looks like Derek’s about to kill Stiles when they hear Erica’s voice calling for Derek.
“Do you really want to kill me when Erica’s right outside the door?”
And Derek lets him go and tells Erica that his swollen lip is from some dude who didn’t like the fact he was hitting on his girlfriend or something.
And OF COURSE Scott and Erica find each other and they all have to hang out because HELLO IT’S MOSCOW and they’re sitting at a table and Erica says:
“Stiles, what do you think it would cost for a night with Derek?”
Without hesitation, “Eighty million.”
And Derek and him share a look and Derek KNOWS that’s how much his bounty is.
And then Stiles looks at him and goes “How much would a night be for me?”
“Eighty million,” because they’re worth the same.
And Erica’s says, “Damn, you guys must be phenomenal.”
“You have no idea.”
And they finally exchange numbers because Erica forces them to, and Stiles puts his name as 80mil and Derek does the same just so they’re both reminded of what they are to each other.
And for the next few months they keep trying to kill each other and every time they almost do, someone shows up and Derek and Stiles end up fucking. And the fucking has started to have FEELINGS because they actually know each other now
And then one night after partying with their friends, they’re laying in bed in a hotel room and Derek’s looking at bullet wound that he knows he gave to Stiles and Stiles’ fingers are tracing over a scar his knife gave Derek, and they both know that when they try to kill each other they’re REALLY trying because these aren’t sloppy wounds and they’re so close to killing them and would if they each weren’t so good at evading it.
And Stiles makes eye contact with Derek and asks, “How can you do it? How can you legit try to kill me and then act like I’m the most important thing in the world to you?”
“When we’re in the field, I only see you as 80 million. But when we’re with the others or when we’re here, you’re…”
“I’m what? Worthless?”
THEN THE SLOW BONE
Nothing changes though in the field. They legit try to kill each other during the day and then love each other at night.
And there’s more scars and fights and love making and then someone new comes on the scene and shoots Stiles and he’s in ICU and it doesn’t look like he’s going to make it.
And Derek tells himself it’s nbd and that that’s just what happens.
But weeks go by, and Derek starts to realize that things don’t “just happen.” Someone tried to kill Stiles—HIS Stiles
Derek’s the only one who gets to do that. Fuck that noise
And he finds out the name of the shooter (cough kate cough) and she’s worth 90mil. And he goes and he kills her.
And he gets the 90 and then terminates his contract on Stiles.
And he goes to the hospital when Scott calls him to tell Derek that Stiles is out of ICU.
And he sees Lydia and Boyd talking to each other in the hallway and Lydia says, “I heard you terminated your contract”
Derek looks at Boyd and he nods
Lydia says, “It’s up to Stiles if he wants to break his. He’s awake, by the way.”
And Derek goes in and shuts the door. And Stiles looks up at him.
Derek sits on the side of the bed and stiles Starts fiddling with the cuff of Derek’s Henley.
“So I heard you found someone worth more than me.”