A radiodust story
When Alastor was a child, he kept to himself. Never interacting with any of the other kids. Only making an exception for one. The youngest son of their next door neighbour. But after they leave New Orleans on family business, it wa...
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Alastor sat quietly at the table, it had been a few days since Rosie had come over and to say the week had been sleepless was an understatement. Every time he tried to get a nights sleep he was met with the same dream, even if the memories were hazy, one detail always stuck.
Anthony's screams.
They rang is his mind constantly no matter how much he tried to tune it out. So that week he was running only on coffee and passing out for ten minutes while trying to read. The unfortunate part in his mind was being tired led to being easily agitated. So Elisabeth and Anthony both kept a bit of a distance when it came to certain things. Looking up at the entity that sat across from him, still violently shaking. "So...when will this stop?" He asked quietly, the lack of sleep was obvious in his voice. "Long enough. The worst is yet to come, and when that time comes we are truly sorry." It said quietly. The brunette pushed his hair back with a long and dragged out sigh. "The dreams...will any of them come to pass?" He asked, looking down at his hands. There was silence, looking up to ask again, the shadow was gone.
Elisabeth folded her clothes, carefully setting them on the bed to be put away when she was finished. Anthony going through a few things on her closet. Stopping and pulling out a dark red dress, high collared with black details. Something more like what Rosie would wear. He turned and held it up in front of her. "Why don't ya wear this one more?" He asked, walking to put it on the bed. "That one is for formal occasions." She said simply. The blonde turned back to the closet with a shrug. "Red is really your colour, you should wear it more." He said confidently. Elisabeth smiled to herself, shaking her head. "Since when do you know so much about fashion?" She asked, folding a blouse and setting it on the pile with the rest. "I used to help molly pick outfits, kinda learned a bit while doin it." He said, smiling to himself at the memory. Taking out another one, a dark shade of pink. Eye widening a little at how it was not only sleeveless but the back was lace up, like a corset. "When was this kinda thing something you wore?" He asked, he couldn't imagine her even looking at this style of dress. Elisabeth glanced at it, turning back to her laundry. "Never. It was a gift I got maybe when I was twenty, clearly not my cup of tea." She explained calmly. "It's one of those situations where you just take it to be polite." Anthony held it up to see it more. "Then why keep it?" He asked. She shrugged. "In case I ever had a daughter who would want it, but you see how that went." Anthony huffed a laugh, taking a hanger to put it back. Elisabeth stopped in her tracks, turning to look at him, smile pulling at her lips. Anthony felt eyes on him and turned to meet her gaze. "What?" He asked quietly. Silence fell in the room, Anthony quickly going stiff as he pointed at her as a form of warning. "No..." Elisabeth put down the skirt she was holding and turned to face him. "Oh don't be like that, Alastor doesn't have to see it, just you and me!" The blonde stared at her blankly, eyes flicking to the door and then back at her. It was brief, but the woman definitely saw it. Quickly stepping on front of the door as Anthony bolted for it. Both of them quickly grabbing the doorknob.
Alastor looked up at the ceiling, he could hear them yelling. An uncommon occurrence. Anthony and Elisabeth never really argued about things. "What's going on up there?!" He called, just loud enough for them to hear. "Nothing! Don't come up!" His mother called back. "Uhh...." he shrugged and turned back to his coffee. Whatever was happening, he could ask later.
Elisabeth pulled the laces of the back, tying them off in a small bow while Anthony folded his suspenders and put them down on her bed."You aren't looking are you?" The blonde asked for maybe the seventh time since she started. "I promise you I'm not." Patting him on his shoulders she took a step back. "I'm not looking, come on, we'll look first time together." She said, keeping her eyes on the wall as she took his hand and pulled him towards the door. As they walked down the hall towards the bathroom, Alastor definitely heard them. "Mama, what are you both doing up there?" He called. "Nothing Aly! Stay downstairs!" Opening the bathroom door, she pulled Anthony in and shut it quickly. "Alright, ready?" She asked. "No, but we're here now. So I have to be." Elisabeth walked up beside him, Anthony standing just in front of the mirror. "Okay, go!" Anthony reluctantly turned his gaze to his reflection while Elisabeth looked at him. Both of them falling completely silent. Anthony's eye widened as he stared blankly at himself. Raising a hand to feel where the fabric on his chest ended. "Oh..." he turned a bit, looking over his shoulder to see the back. "Wait...why does this look good?" He asked, seemingly in disbelief. Elisabeth looked up at him, smile forming as she bit her lip. Anthony keeping a very straight face. They stared at each other blankly for a moment before they both busted out laughing. "Angel dear, you pull off a dress better than I do!" Anthony covered his mouth to compose himself a little. Looking in the mirror again, then looking at the skirt as he walked in a circle. He clearly was having a very hard time containing his giddy excitement. "We did this as a joke! I'm not supposed to look this good!" Elisabeth couldn't help the grin on her face as he continued to gawk at his appearance. "Well, either way...don't you look just darling in a skirt." Anthony glanced in the mirror again, he meant to respond, but he really was in disbelief. His scars were fully exposed and almost on display, the top was very fitted to his chest. Overall it just showed off all his insecurities. So why in god's name did he feel so confident? "Angel, you are going to be in serious trouble if you don't start wearing these more often." She said, walking up and pulling his shoulder to face her. He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "Okay mom. If it's just you and me then sure." Elisabeth pulled back a bit, looking him in the eye. "Oh no, Alastor needs to see this." She said, both of their voices obviously showcased how much laughter they were holding in. "Ya sure that's a good idea Elisa?" He asked, tilting his head. He wasn't against it, he just couldn't help but worry about his reaction. Whether or not he would get laughed at. "Yes I'm sure, please go grace Alastor with your stunning appearance." The blonde rolled his eye as he was pulled to the door.
Alastor heard them walking down the stairs, quiet laughter filling the hallway. Looking up from the table to see his mother standing in the doorway, grin on her face and biting her lip. "Alastor..." she started. "You're boyfriend has...something to show you." She said, glancing into the hallway behind her. Alastor leaned back against his chair, keeping his gaze on the doorway. 'What were these two doing upstairs?' Anthony slowly stepped into the room, staring at Alastor while fidgetting nervously. It took him a few seconds to really register the outfit, slowly leaning forward and propping his elbows on the table as he covered his mouth. Eyes wide and looking his lover up and down over and over. Anthony glanced at Elisabeth, then back at Alastor. "Well...?" He asked quietly. "Anthony, why haven't you worn a dress before now?" He asked, getting up and walking around the table. The brunette taking his hand and spinning him around just to see all of it. "You look beautiful, my love." Anthony's face went a shadow of pink, steadying himself and glancing back at Elisabeth, before turning his attention back to Alastor. "Damn right I do....But thank you." Alastor raised his hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. Elisabeth watched them quietly, before taking the liberty of leaving them be and going back to folding her clothes. Alastor waited until he heard her door close before he pulled him into a kiss. "So this is what all the noise was..." he muttered, hand trailing down his back. Anthony scoffed, shaking his head. "We did it as a joke." Alastor's smile only grew, pulling back to look at him again. "Well, Anthony. If you don't start wearing dresses more often I will say it's a waste of potential. Because you look..." he stopped to push his hair out of his face as his eyes flicked down his frame then back at the blonde's face. "You look stunning." Anthony sighed, leaning against him a little more and wrapping both arms around his lover. "Thank you baby."
Plot? No.
Filler? Yes.
I'm giving you a break you didn't ask for because Uh...things are going to be escalating quickly. So bit of calm before the storm for you guys.
!TW! Scars Anthony in a dress deserves fanart
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Not the best drawing I've ever done But it's a sketch so who cares
Don't mind the hands. Hands are fucking hard for me
