#xandastre

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OC moodboard: Astre Phantomhive/Xander Sutcliff-Michaelis

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Xander Sutcliff-Michaelis/Astre Phantomhive

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[grelleswife]

“Is that my shirt?” for Xandastre bc I'm terrible 😘😘😘

Happy to oblige, darling!

“Wait a minute…Is that my shirt?” Astre put his hands on his hips and tried to give his boyfriend a stern look. It was hard to maintain a semblance of disapproval when Xander was so damn pretty, though. Particularly when wearing a fitted lavender shirt with delicate patterns of lace.

“Mmmm…couldn’t say,” Xander drawled, his eyes gleaming playfully. “You have two more closets than me, babe. I lose track. You’re almost as bad as Mum!”

Astre sauntered towards him. “Oh, really?” he purred, trailing one hand down Xander’s side while the other buried itself in that dark red hair. “Guess I’ll have to jog your memory.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” Xander crooned, his hooded gaze sultry and inviting.

Astre kissed him, grinning as his boyfriend moaned softly. “I think I can coax the truth out of you, honey,” he teased, biting Xander’s lower lip and pulling him closer. Through some magic that neither of them quite understood, they found themselves intertwined on their bed.

“It’s very rude of you to take an earl’s things,” Astre breathed heavily as his hand moved under the stolen shirt to caress the warm, sensitive skin beneath. Xander’s lips parted to reveal gleaming, sharp teeth that Astre could already imagine ravishing his person.

“Well, if you want your shirt back so badly, why not take me?” Xander proposed coyly. “Don’t I belong to you, too?”

Desire coursed through Astre’s veins, scalding and irresistible.

“Most definitely,” he gasped, and Xander laughed in triumph as the reaper claimed what was his.

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Drabble request: Xandastre + 37! 💙❤️

37. 'You have my word'

"You have my word darling." Astre told him with a charming smile and not even a hint of guilt on his face and yet Xander knew he was the one who'd done it. Somehow he just knew that the charming git had taken it and hidden it from him.

"Babe..." Xander began with a look of pure pleading on his face as he begged his boyfriend with his eyes to simply give in and tell the truth.

Astre of course refused to give in without a fight and swiftly cut the staring shirt by simply turning away to the small kitchenette, finally allowing the small triumphant grin to appear on his face. He'd absolutely taken it but it was so fun to see his beloved get worked up like that.

Internally said beloved was cursing the former Earl with every insult he knew, though he'd not voice them out loud. His dark red hair dripped pathetically around him, hanging limp and unbrushed. A mess in the normally neat half demon's eyes.

"Astre Vincent Cedric Phantomhive! You tell me where you've hidden the hair brush right this instant!"

Within a second it was dangled tantalisingly in front of his face and Xander leapt for it, towel falling from around his waist as he did so, causing the boy to blush a bright red that matched his hair. Astre simply laughed and made a run for it, sprinting past his disheveled boyfriend.

With a growl, eyes flashing crimson, Xander began to give chase. Astre was as good as dead when he caught him, he thought murderously to himself!

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Collab between myself and my wonderful gf @grelleswife, a short scene between our ocs Xander and Astre.

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The thought passed through his mind that this was wrong, in a voice that sounded rather like his father's, a man didn't wear such things and any man with such desires wasn't a man at all. Even so Astre still found himself stealing into his boyfriend's bedroom, quiet as a cat burglar and making his way towards the wardrobe and the content within. The voice continued reminding him of all the things he ought not do if he wished to keep his own dignity. They haunted him, tormented him and yet even still he could not quash his desires. Just as he couldn't turn away from his attraction to men, so could he not take away his desire to wear clothing better suited for women. It shamed him and he could feel the colour rush to his cheeks even as he held out a hand and touched the wooden door.

As though he were a civilian facing down a lion in the Colosseum he slowly swung the wardrobe door open and stared inside. The interior was a veritable treasure trove of garments, the likes of which would surely have made Nina Hopkins herself weep for joy at their sight, although they filled Astre with nothing but a sick sort of dread. Was he really about to do such a thing? The thought if it almost made him recoil as the doubts tried to make their way through the longing. The scornful voices of those who knew him whilst he still lived ringing tauntingly in his ears, worst of all the voices was that of his own younger brother Ciel, spurning him telling him that he was ashamed to be related to him; that they were no longer brothers. It painted him to hear. But even still his longing was stronger. He wanted to do this so very badly it almost pained him.

A memory of Xander, no shame on his face, looking so ethereally beautiful in a white dress played through his mind. His boyfriend completely liberated and unafraid of any scorn had been an eye opener for him. Even more so had been the lack of reaction from those around them. They'd not even spared a glance in Xander's direction, at least no more than they usually did. In fact some people had even complimented him on his choice of vestiments.

Of course that had not been the beginning of it all for the former Earl, far from it. He'd always been fascinated with the fashion industry, secretly seeking out Nina's help in such matters, always keen to learn more. He could remember the countless times he'd stolen longing glances at his dear Alice as she'd dressed simply because he longed to be the one to be robed in such beautiful gowns. To feel the fabric pool around his ankles and sway in the wind. But of course, it would've been unacceptable for him to do such a thing. Now however it seemed to be different. A man could wear whatever he so desired and no one would think any less of him. Certainly, though he'd been astounded the first time he'd seen his love wear a dress, he'd never once thought any less of him. Xander looked as radiant as the sun no matter his clothing. Surely the same could apply to him...

This gave him the push he needed. He began to look through the seemingly endless array of clothing, half cursing his beloved for having acquired the same love for fashion as his mother had. How was one to choose an outfit when there were at least a hundred to pick from? It was quite absurd to his own mind. But then, he supposed he was now entirely used to the three piece suits that were his daily wear. He'd long since stopped having a fully stocked wardrobe and a butler to help him dress.

Eventually however he came upon one he rather liked the look of, scandalously short in his own mind (it reached mid thigh) and made of a light, floaty dark blue material, with golden glittering stars embroidered on the skirt and around the hem, that shone when the light caught them.

Carefully he set it on the bed and began shamefully disrobing himself, carelessly tossing aside his suit in favour of this new garment before the embarrassment and fear could take full hold again. He stood in front of the mirror for a moment, dressed in nothing but his underwear and took a deep breath, steeling himself like a soldier about to do some great battle before he once more took the dress in hand and slipped it over his head, marvelling at the way it felt as it descended his body, clinging in such a wonderful way.

It felt...good. More than good actually and almost shyly the boy stole a glance at the mirror again to take in what he knew ought to be an abominable sight. It wasn't. He blushed further, gazing at himself in the mirror. The Astre who looked back at him seemed dreadfully at ease in his new outfit. Blue dress, although short still long enough that he could keep his dignity intact.

Tentatively he shook his hips, laughing at the way the skirt moved with him. His courage grew with every passing second he stared at himself and eventually he was parading up and down in the dress twirling and laughing, unable to understand why he'd not tried such a thing sooner.

As Xander walked towards his room, he could faintly hear Astre’s laughter, sweet and pure like running water. His scarlet eyes glowed. The tragedies of Astre’s past weighed heavily on the reaper, so this was a sound Xander cherished. Curious as to the source of his boyfriend’s delight, he picked up the pace, opened the door—and came to a standstill. There Astre was, twirling in front of the mirror while wearing one of Xander’s dresses. Xander brought a hand to his mouth as the blood rushed to his cheeks.

Gods, he’s beautiful.

The deep blue of the dress, like a night sky, perfectly complemented his love’s alabaster skin and jet black hair, and the way it showed Astre’s slender figure to perfection made him weak at the knees. And Astre looked so…free. He practically glowed, laughing with an abandon that set Xander’s heart racing with joy. The reaper usually tried to conceal it, but Xander could sense the tension he carried with him daily, the burden of keeping parts of himself locked away. Xander had never pressed Astre about what those secrets might be; it can take many days for a flower to bloom, and he didn’t want to force Astre into revelations he wasn’t yet prepared to make. Looking at him now, the hybrid understood what those hidden longings might be.

Turning his head, Astre caught sight of him and froze. The color drained from his face, which was contorted by an intense, all-consuming fear and shame. Xander reached out to him. “Babe—”

But his boyfriend hurtled across the room, diving underneath the bed and out of range. “Astre!” Xander half-laughed, half-sighed, shaking his head. He started walking towards the bed, high heels clicking against the floor, but Astre’s voice shrilly interjected, “N-no!”

Oh, dear. Xander was baffled by Astre’s behavior. Why would he be ashamed of wearing a dress? But then it clicked. Victorian mores had been absurdly strict where gender presentation was concerned. He remembered Dad complaining about having to wear suits day after day (‘Trousers quickly grow tiresome, kittens’) because that was what was expected of a “proper” man.

Crouching down, Xander gently spoke to the reaper curled up and quaking under the bed. “Baby, it’s all right.”

“I-I shouldn’t…it’s not…”

“I know things were different when you were human, but that’s in the past, honey. You shouldn’t let that stop you from wearing what you like.”

Still shaking, the reaper muttered, “I’m a freak…r-real men don’t like wearing dresses—”

“That’s not true!” Xander interrupted, his heart aching. How could Astre be so ashamed of his radiance. “Who cares what anyone else thinks? You look real enough to me. And I couldn’t care less about the clothes you like. Babe, you could wear a potato sack and I’d still love you. Besides, you’re beautiful in that dress, Astre. So beautiful.” Xander’s voice caught slightly on the last words, his eyes blurring with tears. My poor honey, he thought. Had no one been there to give Astre these words of encouragement before? He held out his hand. “Please come out, Astre. Let me take another look at you.”

Ever so shyly, Astre’s hand crept out, fingers interlacing tentatively with Xander’s. Gradually, with gentle murmurs (and a kiss or two pressed to the back of his lover’s hand), Xander coaxed him out. Astre stood, still trembling. “M-my calves are showing.”

“They’re a welcome sight!” Xander laughed, holding him at arm’s length and staring at Astre in awe. In the diaphanous dress, he appeared as celestial as his name would imply, a star whose light threatened to blind him. “This dress is fantastic on you. I’m almost jealous!” he added with a wink.

Astre blushed profusely, and Xander’s pulse quickened. How could one person be so inimitably perfect? Xander hugged him close, tenderly kissing his way along Astre’s neck. “There’s nothing wrong with wearing dresses if that’s what makes you comfortable,” he reassured his boyfriend, rubbing his back soothingly.

“You’re really sure?” Astre choked out, sounding as if he couldn’t quite believe it but desperately wanted to. Xander purred, a sound he knew Astre would find calming. “Positive. We should look through my closet to see what others you’d like to try. Or maybe take you shopping!” he declared, perking up.

Astre turned even redder. “I think I need a little time before…before all that.”

“That’s fine. There’s no rush, babe.” Xander kept purring, relief coursing through him as he felt Astre relax at last. Astre quietly cried against his shoulder, tears dampening Xander’s shirt. “Thank you,” he whispered, and Xander kissed his tears away.

It can take many days for a flower to bloom, but this one was finally beginning to open.

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Astre: *nervously backs away from Eustacia the hellhound*

Rose: She doesn’t bite...

Astre: Oh, thank goodness—

Rose: Hard

Astre: *runs to Xander*

Xander (puts his arms protectively around Astre and glares at his sister): ROSE!

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Xander: Wait...did you just flirt with me?

Astre: I have been for the past seven years but thanks for noticing.

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Xander: Sam is going to kill us when he finds out!

Astre: You mean… If he finds out.

Xander: If… If is good.

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It was an odd feeling, being in the home of both an old friend and an old, if not enemy then something quite close to one. Astre could not tell if he felt at ease or not even with his status as a Death God. And yet Grelle's easy chatter filled his ears as it has done countless times over the years, and as he had always done he listened with enthusiasm, despite any misgivings he may have. The patterning of feet outside the kitchen told him that there were others in the house, the children he'd not yet had the fortune to meet given his years of vigorous training.

There was a muffled conversation and then he appeared. Shy demeanour, hair redder than any fire Astre had ever seen and red eyes burning with a warmth and kindness that Sebastian Michaelis' could only dream of having. He bore all the telltale signs of being both of heaven and hell and yet the boy made it into something of his own and Astre found himself quite blinded by his radiance. Xander, he would later learn his name was, although privately the former Earl believed that Angel would suit him better. Certainly he shone with as much light as any angel would.

Though they hardly spoke that first time, it was as though his entire world had shifted, the red string of fate knotting itself tightly around his finger, binding him to the sweet artist.

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Xander: What’s your greatest strength?

Astre: I’m a great flirt.

Xander: What’s your greatest weakness?

Astre: Those beautiful eyes of yours.

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Sebastian: I’m free of the Phantomhives at last!

Xander: Dad, this is my new boyfriend Astre. He says he wants to “court” me. 😍

Astre: Hewwo!

Sebastian: ...

I will never be free of the Phantomhives. 🙃🙃🙃

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Astre: So, how’s the prettiest person in the world doing?

Xander: *doesn’t even look up from his painting* I don’t know, how are you?

Astre:...

Astre: *voice cracking* I-I’m fine...

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Xander: hey, Rose, do you think Astre likes me?

Rose: well, considering he asked Sam that exact same question about you an hour ago, I'm gonna go with probably.

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Astre: Sometimes I feel like dying.

Xander: Wh-

Astre: But then I remember if I die, I won’t be able to see you again.

Xander, blushing: Holy shit…

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Astre: Sometimes I feel like dying.

Rose: Good for you.

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Rose: You ever look at two people and wonder why they haven’t kissed yet?

Sam: Every single day.

Astre and Xander: Why are you looking at us?