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Title: What Happens in Paris, Stays in Paris
Author: momstiel
Summary: Castiel and Jimmy would never forget fall of 1929. It was the year they met Dean Winchester, a handsome traveler from the United States. Cas is a budding artist, never finding a model more handsome than the foreigner. On the other hand, Jimmy is an author with many romance novels under his belt, but no stories were quite as amazing as his love life in 1929. It isn’t long before Dean waltzes into the twin’s hearts, proving that Paris really is the most romantic city in the world. With the war around their corner, will their love live on?
Some Tags / Warnings: Incest/Twincest, Mutual Pinning, 1920s, Paris, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Angst, French Twins! Castiel and Jimmy, American Dean, Mentions of War, Heartbreaking but happy ending, Making Out, No Sex, Naked Drawing Scene Like the Titanic,
Very Small Teaser:
Castiel and Jimmy would never forget fall of 1929. It was the year they met Dean Winchester, a handsome traveler from the United States. The twins had never traveled outside of the borders, being Paris born and raised. Alas, they never had a sense of wanderlust until they met the foreigner. He showed them that there was a whole new world out there.
Every single afternoon, the Novak twins would sit by a railroad stop. There was a beautiful, but old, bench placed at the stop. When there wasn’t a huge train blocking it, there was a wonderful hilltop view of thousands of lit up houses below. It was an ideal location for the budding artistic pairing. Cas strived to create beautiful masterpieces with his canvas, whereas Jimmy aimed to create beautiful masterpieces in form of literary works.
They both witnessed beauty that inspired, but nothing more so than the man who exited the train station that afternoon. Cas was cleaning his sketch work, and Jimmy was completing his outline when the train came to a shrieking stop. “There goes your work.” The older twin whispered.
Cas glanced over at Jimmy when he spoke. “I’m actually just sketching. I don’t know what I want to draw.” He frowned a little bit, rubbing his neck.
“You’re an artistic genius,” The man assured as the normal swarm of people exited the train. “I’m sure that you’ll think of something in the nick of time, Cassie.”
Castiel didn’t reply at first, eyes scanning over the incoming crowd. “You have more faith in me than I do.”
Another One Liner:
Dean felt incredibly exposed, standing in a pile of discarded clothing. “Draw me like your one of your French boys, Castiel.“
"You think I’ve drawn other men naked before?"