The Detective has a proposition for the Devil. He accepts, of course and now she's his - what? Detective with Benefits? But she doesn't like to share, his detective, even if she's not willing to stake her claim on him. [No Spoilers. Shameless smut, really, that may lead to a plot. Eventually.]

God works in mysterious ways and all that. When He put Chloe in Lucifer's path, it wasn't just to snatch her away again. After all, to the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world. [Vague spoilers through 2x13 where the story veers off and tumbles over a ravine. I apologise. Lucifer/Chloe. Fluff? Can I call this Fluff? I'm calling this Fluff. Done.]

He's half naked, the smell of smoke lingering in his hair, and Chloe won't be pleased, he knows, but he'd had to burn away his brother's blood before they'd take it into evidence. [Post 2.05, AU. Lucifer decides he deserves a different sort of punishment. Deckstar eventually. Probably.]

"Why not?" Castle says, blue eyes dancing with excitement. He waves at Lucifer even as he, somehow, manages to continue scribbling, "I mean, look at this guy! I could do so many things with him!" 'Couldn't you just,' Lucifer contemplates, eyeing the man anew. [Caskett in L.A., hot on the heels of Royce's killer, run afoul of Detective Decker and her partner, the Devil.]

Stealing the Devil's face does not endear one to the Lord of Darkness. Or his psychiatrist. Probably. [S3. Missing scene. Gen.]

It starts to come back to him. Flashes of brilliant colour against the grey fog of his mind. Light. Flashing. Reflected. And- Words, slurred on his lips. "I love you." Season Four AU.

Alexis, when she was this age, loved to spin elaborate tales. Every trip to the park was filled with stories of dragons and princesses and lakes of lava. Nobody was ever just gone. [Caskett, No Spoilers, Family]

There are twenty four hours in a day. There are thousands of days in a lifetime. There are a million moments that make up their story. (Please note, rating increased to M for chapter 9.)

The noise inside his head stops. His focus narrows. The rest of the world disappears until all he can see is her smile, shy and pleased and so damn beautiful that his heart starts to pound. [Fluff. No Spoilers. Castle/Beckett. For Deb383.]

Rick can count on one hand (and one finger) how many people they've told about their relationship; his mother, her father, his daughter, Lanie, Ryan and Espo (assuming "told" is being used in the loosest sense of the word, of course). Short. No Spoilers.

In his most serious voice, the boy says, "Someone cut off his head." Short. Fluffy. No Spoilers. For Trinxy.

She looks nervous when he glances at her, lip between her teeth and worry in her eyes. And he shakes his head because – no. No, this is good. This is a good thing. Fluffy Fluff. No Spoilers. For liviafan1.

She presses her body close to his and the air is thick and warm with steam. Peppermint and cherries. Rated-M. One-shot.

His name is a sigh on her lips. "Castle." Co-authored with PenguinOfTroy. One-shot. No spoilers past Season Two.

And then. Then it's just instinct. She needs. He gives. All reflex. **SPOILERS** for 4x23 from the promos. Yes. That one. Rated M. One-shot.

Rick grabbed both her wrists, stilling her hands. "Seriously, Beckett, I can't do this." - Cracky, fun little one-shot.

"Don't tell me a body dropped? I know the city can't get by without me, but you'd think there'd be some kind of cosmic respite, you know? Save the world? Tick. Get a night off." Post-Countdown. One-shot.

He stops abruptly, brain finally catching up with his eyes, and turns back towards the kitchen. Why is there a penguin on his counter top? And why does Kate look so pleased? Short and Fluffy one-shot. No spoilers.

He doesn't know what to do with all the left over emotion. Anger and relief. Sheer joy and terrible, aching fear. Season Three AU. Complete.

He lifts his head, brushing his lips over her – feather light, barely there – until she lets out a groan. He's a master of this game. - PWP. One shot. No Spoilers.

If she can not love him in silence, he can stop loving her that way too. Post 47 Seconds. WIP.

And it was fine, when it was just that he loved her more. Spoilers for 4x19. M for language.

She seems to realise her mistake the moment the words leave her lips.

Kate twitches, her limbs jerking, and Rick's gaze shoots up to search her face but he's met with unseeing eyes, and she's not awake yet, he realises, but stuck somewhere between still. One-shot. Missing scene. Spoilers for Rise.