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Glory Hallelujah [Work In Progress]

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A Destiel rockstar AU, written for @holdtheday as part of the @SPNFamilyRelief auction. Updates on Friday(-ish).

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Dean/Castiel, past Cole Trenton/Dean Winchester, minor Castiel/Others

Main Tags: AU - Modern Setting, AU - Rock Band, Rockstar Castiel, Musician Castiel, PA Dean Winchester, Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Uncle Castiel, Dead Jimmy Novak, Sobriety, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Anxiety Disorder, Strangers to Lovers, Dysfunctional Family, Explicit Sexual Content

Fic summary:

From the top of his 29 years-old, Castiel Novak has everything he could ever wish for. His band has been successful enough for the past decade that he’s traveled the world several times, can have anyone he wants in bed every night, and can fund his sins without a blink of an eye. On top of that, he has plenty of friends and some resemblance of a family left.

That’s until Castiel’s twin brother dies in a tragic car accident, leaving him the sole legal guardian of Jack, his 2-year-old nephew, and Claire, his 7-year-old niece. Castiel has always been a great uncle, but there’s a difference between being the cool uncle they see once a week, and being a parent. How is he supposed to deal with this, on top of his own grief, and to keep the band and what’s linked to it running?

Enter Dean Winchester, experienced personal assistant who’s basically seen it all already. But will he be enough to keep Cas clean, and his new family safe?

Between growing friendships that blossom into something else, maintaining sobriety and making sure the kids are happy and cared for, what could go wrong?

Everything.

(updates on Friday-ish)

Chapter 4: …To Be Loved [READ HERE]

Welcome back to another chapter of this rock'n'roll drama! I’ve been working on this chapter for the better part of this past week, and I hope it starts answering some of the questions you’ve been asking as well as making you want to yell at me (let’s be real here, we all know how I am).

No real TW here, but the very last part of this chapter is extremely NSFW, so if that’s not your jam, skip it (although it’s an important part of the story, so you might miss out on some context).

As per usual, thank you to @nickelkeepand@castielsdisciple for guidance, counseling, beta'ing and enabling my filthy mind to come up with one of the most sinful things I’ve ever written

The song that Cas sings in this chapter is “Mittens” by Frank Turner.

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another fic for day 1??? really?? yeah i wrote 2 for some reason (the gender prompt was making me do it). anyway again, for @demonlandline, happy birthday love <33

prompts: gender, tattoos, transformation

claire novak is a canvas

read below or on ao3 (1k words) / the other day 1

“You’re very angry.” That is one of the first things Alex tells Claire when she arrives at Jody’s.

Claire looks up from her dinner—Jody ordered pizza, but made them put the slices on proper plates. “Fuck you!” She bites out, then she gets up, the chair scraping on the hardboard and toppling over, hitting the floor with a dull thud. On her way out, Claire doesn’t register Jody calling after her. She spends her first night in Sioux Falls finding a tattoo parlour, then buying vodka with her fake id and wandering around, staring at the basil leaves on her wrist, the skin around the thin lines irritated and red.

When she returns to Jody’s at six in the morning, the bottle of vodka long empty, she expects to be thrown out for her earlier behaviour. But Jody only makes her a hot chocolate and tells her to answer her texts the next time. Claire asks her not to order pizza anymore, the memory of standing in her old kitchen with her dad, laying vegetables on pizza dough and sprinkling basil leaves over everything won’t leave her mind.

Jody doesn’t ask why. She just nods.

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There was this girl. I met her on a train. The first time I saw her, she was covered in coffee and smelled like pancakes, and she was beautiful like a city you always wanted to go to, like how you wait years and years for the right time, and then as soon as you get there, you have to taste everything and touch everything and know every street by name. I felt like I knew her. She reminded me who I was. She had soft lips and green eyes and a body that wouldn’t quit. Hair like you wouldn’t believe. Stubborn, sharp as a knife. And I never, ever wanted a person to save me until she did.

ONE LAST STOP by CASEY MCQUISTON

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