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Castle += The Feel Good Drag (Ryan/Esposito, Castle, Beckett, Lanie, G, 720w)
» Title: The Feel Good Drag
» Fandom: Castle
» Warnings: Cross-dressing
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Ryan/Esposito, Castle, Beckett, Lanie
» Summary: To back-up Beckett on a case, Ryan has to go undercover in drag. Of course.
» A/N: Wherein I should really be sleeping, but Ryan cracked me up. Written here for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Beckett was the first to put her hand up, but the Captain wouldn’t clear her to infiltrate a den of drag queens without back-up. It had nothing to do with their lifestyle and everything to do with the homicidal tendencies of beauty pageant contestants.
Ryan was a little offended when they all heard the order and Beckett had looked straight to him.
“… Espo, whatever the Captain orders, don’t let them make me a blonde,” Ryan had muttered.
Esposito looked into his face with surprise and the slow smirk that spread on his lips made Ryan a little nervous for his safety.
Five hours later, Castle, Beckett and Esposito were sprawled in the living room of Lanie’s apartment where they’d converged for a dress rehearsal. Apparently, Lanie was the only woman Ryan trusted not to abuse his sanity or his dignity, but his other three colleagues were getting impatient to see Ryan’s undercover guise.
“I think we could smudge the makeup around your cheekbones some more,” Castle stretched a hand up towards Beckett where she perched on the sofa’s arm beside him.
She slapped his hand away and mussed her hair instead, adjusted the collar of the clothes chosen to accentuate the broader elements of her frame to seem squarer; more boyish.
“C’mon, Ryan, the sign-ups close in less than two hours,” Beckett called and glanced at her watch.
“Aw, honey, I don’t think you’re ready for this,” Lanie called from the bedroom, the smile like a bell in her voice.
Castle slid down the couch to Esposito’s side where the detective had been staring into space, apparently bored with the forgotten National Geographic in his lap. He cleared his throat politely and Esposito laughed under his breath at the intensely serious look on the writer’s face.
“Now, Esposito, when your new partner comes out there’s an etiquette you may be ignorant of when handling the insecure drag –“
“What’s up, bitches?”
Ryan’s smirk was full blown as he strutted into the living room in a close-and-immensely-well-fitted gown of royal blue that ended just above the knee. The matching blue pumps and sleeveless cut highlighted his muscle definition almost too well, but the brown hair extensions Lanie had attached drew out the softer lines of his cheeks, jaw and shoulders.
Ryan spread his arms in expectation and if the look on his face was anything to go by, he seemed pleased with himself.
Beckett whistled loudly in appreciation and cocked an eyebrow at him. “Lanie….”
“Blue for his eyes,” Lanie said, adjusting the fall of hair at Ryan’s shoulders. “It makes ‘em pop.”
“You shaved your legs,” Castle said, surprised, and Ryan made a suspect gesture at Lanie with a pained look.
Beckett stared at Ryan’s heels in disbelief. “Are you going to be able to walk in those?”
“You wish you could walk in these, sister,” Ryan challenged, but Lanie tapped him on the shoulder and waved a finger in warning.
“Walk a mile, Sunshine,” Lanie warned before she headed to the kitchen. “Walk a mile.”
Beckett motioned to the detective at the end of the couch. “Esposito, when Ryan’s begging you to carry him later tonight, tell him to run it off, instead.”
Esposito had stood to look his partner properly up and down. Finally, he had to shrug and nod his approval when Ryan did a turn to demonstrate the full view.
“Well, bro, you look damn better than just an Irish boy in a dress.”
“At least a drag princess?” Ryan smirked and they bumped fists.
“Your walk sucks, though and everybody’s going to be watching your hips.”
“That a fact?” Ryan crossed his arms, cocky; confident.
“You strut like you were at the wrong end of something good last night and that’s just going to give everybody the wrong idea, then I’ll have to come in and get you—“
“Hey, maybe I want to work the suspects?”
“If anybody even gives you their number, you’re outta there, Honey Milk….”
Almost huddled on the couch, Castle and Beckett exchanged a look of bemusement.
“I can’t tell who’s baiting who, but this is so much better than pay-per-view,” Castle confessed, raptly glancing between the detectives as they sparred like a play of tennis.
Beckett hummed with a smile. “My money’s on the Irish boy in a dress.”
» Fandom: Castle
» Warnings: Cross-dressing
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Ryan/Esposito, Castle, Beckett, Lanie
» Summary: To back-up Beckett on a case, Ryan has to go undercover in drag. Of course.
» A/N: Wherein I should really be sleeping, but Ryan cracked me up. Written here for
cedara in comment_fic.Beckett was the first to put her hand up, but the Captain wouldn’t clear her to infiltrate a den of drag queens without back-up. It had nothing to do with their lifestyle and everything to do with the homicidal tendencies of beauty pageant contestants.
Ryan was a little offended when they all heard the order and Beckett had looked straight to him.
“… Espo, whatever the Captain orders, don’t let them make me a blonde,” Ryan had muttered.
Esposito looked into his face with surprise and the slow smirk that spread on his lips made Ryan a little nervous for his safety.
Five hours later, Castle, Beckett and Esposito were sprawled in the living room of Lanie’s apartment where they’d converged for a dress rehearsal. Apparently, Lanie was the only woman Ryan trusted not to abuse his sanity or his dignity, but his other three colleagues were getting impatient to see Ryan’s undercover guise.
“I think we could smudge the makeup around your cheekbones some more,” Castle stretched a hand up towards Beckett where she perched on the sofa’s arm beside him.
She slapped his hand away and mussed her hair instead, adjusted the collar of the clothes chosen to accentuate the broader elements of her frame to seem squarer; more boyish.
“C’mon, Ryan, the sign-ups close in less than two hours,” Beckett called and glanced at her watch.
“Aw, honey, I don’t think you’re ready for this,” Lanie called from the bedroom, the smile like a bell in her voice.
Castle slid down the couch to Esposito’s side where the detective had been staring into space, apparently bored with the forgotten National Geographic in his lap. He cleared his throat politely and Esposito laughed under his breath at the intensely serious look on the writer’s face.
“Now, Esposito, when your new partner comes out there’s an etiquette you may be ignorant of when handling the insecure drag –“
“What’s up, bitches?”
Ryan’s smirk was full blown as he strutted into the living room in a close-and-immensely-well-fitted gown of royal blue that ended just above the knee. The matching blue pumps and sleeveless cut highlighted his muscle definition almost too well, but the brown hair extensions Lanie had attached drew out the softer lines of his cheeks, jaw and shoulders.
Ryan spread his arms in expectation and if the look on his face was anything to go by, he seemed pleased with himself.
Beckett whistled loudly in appreciation and cocked an eyebrow at him. “Lanie….”
“Blue for his eyes,” Lanie said, adjusting the fall of hair at Ryan’s shoulders. “It makes ‘em pop.”
“You shaved your legs,” Castle said, surprised, and Ryan made a suspect gesture at Lanie with a pained look.
Beckett stared at Ryan’s heels in disbelief. “Are you going to be able to walk in those?”
“You wish you could walk in these, sister,” Ryan challenged, but Lanie tapped him on the shoulder and waved a finger in warning.
“Walk a mile, Sunshine,” Lanie warned before she headed to the kitchen. “Walk a mile.”
Beckett motioned to the detective at the end of the couch. “Esposito, when Ryan’s begging you to carry him later tonight, tell him to run it off, instead.”
Esposito had stood to look his partner properly up and down. Finally, he had to shrug and nod his approval when Ryan did a turn to demonstrate the full view.
“Well, bro, you look damn better than just an Irish boy in a dress.”
“At least a drag princess?” Ryan smirked and they bumped fists.
“Your walk sucks, though and everybody’s going to be watching your hips.”
“That a fact?” Ryan crossed his arms, cocky; confident.
“You strut like you were at the wrong end of something good last night and that’s just going to give everybody the wrong idea, then I’ll have to come in and get you—“
“Hey, maybe I want to work the suspects?”
“If anybody even gives you their number, you’re outta there, Honey Milk….”
Almost huddled on the couch, Castle and Beckett exchanged a look of bemusement.
“I can’t tell who’s baiting who, but this is so much better than pay-per-view,” Castle confessed, raptly glancing between the detectives as they sparred like a play of tennis.
Beckett hummed with a smile. “My money’s on the Irish boy in a dress.”
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WIN.
thank you for sharing!
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Great job~
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Thank you for sharing this with us!
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I loved Ryan as a confident drag queen! And Espo being totally cool with it. <3
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Dear Castle writers, please make this canon.
I love those boys so much. :D
Re: Dear Castle writers, please make this canon.
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Also, I enjoyed the "To Wong Foo" references. Made me giggle!
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