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Not gonna lie.  My mind went to a very dirty place.

Same. My first thought was actually “GUYS. Not in front of the kid!!!”


Not gonna lie.  My mind went to a very dirty place.

Same. My first thought was actually “GUYS. Not in front of the kid!!!”

One day. 

Even the eight-year-old can tell that they’re already married.



I think my uterus just skipped a beat.

Hogwarts and Caskett please???


send me a (horribly cliched) au + a pairing for a drabble/ficlet


A blue and bronze blur whizzes past Kate, and she has to execute a dizzying spin to keep from falling off her broom.

When she rights herself, she’s not surprised to see Ricky Castle grinning smugly from across the pitch.

Pretentious asshole. What’s even worse is that, despite his bulk, he’s just as good of a seeker as she is.

He doesn’t have the snitch though. Not yet. But, then again, neither does she. And that was his goal.

She smirks as a bludger nearly knocks him out of the air. Thank god for Javi.

Kate’s returned to her original position, hovering above the pitch, watching for the snitch, when she sees his eyes go wide, and then narrow with triumph.

Shit. He’s spotted the snitch, is diving towards it before she starts to move. She’s really too far away to do anything about it. He’s got the faster broom. Any other seeker would give up and accept the loss.

But she’s not any other seeker. And she is not losing to Castle again.

She grins, pushes her broom into a steeper dive, when both bludgers knock him off course again. She can always count on her boys.

Castle shaking off the impact of two bludgers and getting back on course gives her just enough time to catch up. She’s diving as fast as she possibly can, knows she’s a little out of control, but the snitch is almost in reach, and she’s positive she can grab it without slamming into the ground.

Until she feels Castle pull up right beside her. She takes a risk, and pushes her broom into a steeper dive. She’s basically diving straight at the ground, but it gives her the added speed she needs. Her hand closes around the snitch, and she grins.

And then hits the ground hard. It takes her a moment, but she realizes that Castle is lying on top of her, his hand wrapped around hers in a last-ditch effort to capture the snitch.

She groans, pushes at him with her free hand, and he rolls off of her (she notices that he doesn’t let go of her hand, though). “Ow,” she murmurs, sitting up and rubbing at her head.

Castle winces. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he says. He flashes her a charming grin. “How about I take you to Hogsmeade next weekend. To make up for it.”

She considers for a moment before smirking. “You’re on,” she says. She lifts her fist, shakes it until he lets go. “But if you want to hold my hand, you ask first.”

I didn’t know how badly I needed this until just this second and now I want more. Caskett + Harry Potter = Life.