A teaser gift for ladyfiresprite!
A teaser gift for ladyfiresprite!
Title:Dolled Up
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Nathan, Peter (Petrellicest hints)
Word Count: 768
Warnings: crossdressing, Nathan-jealousy, general weirdness
Note: Okay, so this is my very odd take on your prompt of “brotherly love.” I hope you don’t think I am hopelessly insane because I am. But, come on, who doesn’t love Milo in a dress?
His large brown eyes and angular features had set him up for failure since day one.
Nathan, by dramatic contrast, while also freakishly angular, was the epitome of masculinity.
At twelve, Nathan was devastated to find that he was getting a little brother. He had been enjoying his rather lavish lifestyle as the one true heir of the Petrelli estate before Peter came along, and in warped child logic he wished he could banish his brother to a far away place.
He accepted Peter’s birth as a harsh fact of his reality, and took his coming stoically as Father had taught him to. He was a Petrelli, and the Petrellis were all about appearances.
Despite this, Nathan did love Peter, if only for his unabashed curiosity and his complete disregard for his namesake.
He loved him enough that when he vaulted into the room wearing a dress, he managed not only to keep a straight face, but to catch him without spilling his drink.
“Happy birfday, Nat’an!” Peter had cried, embracing Nathan with all the strength he could muster in those little arms.
Nathan stared; one of Angela Petrelli’s jersey cocktail dresses from her younger years clung awkwardly to the small boy, trailing behind him comically.
That little incident was never publicized…
Nathan may have loved Peter, but that didn’t prevent him from exiling the younger child at every possible opportunity. He pretended not to notice as Peter slowly turned away from him, disappearing into Mom’s closet deeper every day.
At age eighteen Nathan left for bootcamp and didn’t look back. During his six years in the service, he and Peter rarely spoke, and the elder only returned on holidays.
While Peter growing up had always been vivacious and chatty, when Nathan came he seemed unresponsive, nearly catatonic.
The soldier snapped his smooth brown eyes up in surprise, a faint clacking noise echoing on the granite. Peter was wearing heels and Nathan could not have been more concerned.
The paparazzi would eat this up, he thought bemusedly. The Petrellis owned the east coast, and their youngest son, their prodigy, was walking around in women’s shoes.
Nathan left the armed forces in ’92 and went straight into law school. He ignored Peter's jibes when he was rejected from Yale despite his father's status as an alumnus. Secretly, though, he was glad for Colombia. It was closer to home.
He kept tabs on Peter: his friends, his studies, his hobbies, and even his potent ional girlfriends, of which there were a startling few.
Every now and then, he had seen Peter through the window, evening gown held up to his slight frame as he examined his reflection with world-weary eyes.
Peter came to the graduation ceremony looking hollow and thin, wearing ambiguously gendered clothing that hugged his every inch. Nathan delivered a touching, if hasty, speech as valedictorian, following his brother with hawk-eyes all the while.
Two years pass and Peter is eighteen now. When he gets a phone call from Mom, Nathan feels an age settle into his bones that he had never felt before. He has to go over straight away-Peter’s getting ready for Prom.
Nathan never went to his own prom.
Just as he closes the large oak doors behind him, he sees a flutter of lace and his breath catches. Peter fairly flows down the staircase, dangerously high sandals sounding on each step. He lands at the base with the graceful thud of both heels clicking together, encased in satin and taffeta. He should look ridiculous.
Nathan draws his eyes up Peter’s form, taking in every makeshift curve; lingering on every pronounced angle. The youth is a bundle of nerves, fidgeting with the pucker of fabric at his hip, and yet he meets Nathan’s eyes with a steady gaze, catching them as they wander. The attorney wets his lips and attempts to smile; knows he’s failed horribly.
“Nate, I-“
“Pete, I-“
Their words skirt around each other, staccato as they mirror the truth, and Nathan’s look is deer in headlights through and through. Peter’s chuckle is harsh and warm all at once, and Nathan knows he’s been missing this.
“I’ll save you a dance,” Peter says, brushing past his stricken sibling, and the smile is sincere.
Nathan can’t quite wrap his head around the statement as a silky gloved hand brushes his, the teasingly soft words reassuring him for reasons he can’t hope to explain.
He thinks in the eerie silence following Peter’s exit that he may just have take him up on his offer.
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Title:Dolled Up
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Nathan, Peter (Petrellicest hints)
Word Count: 768
Warnings: crossdressing, Nathan-jealousy, general weirdness
Note: Okay, so this is my very odd take on your prompt of “brotherly love.” I hope you don’t think I am hopelessly insane because I am. But, come on, who doesn’t love Milo in a dress?
His large brown eyes and angular features had set him up for failure since day one.
Nathan, by dramatic contrast, while also freakishly angular, was the epitome of masculinity.
At twelve, Nathan was devastated to find that he was getting a little brother. He had been enjoying his rather lavish lifestyle as the one true heir of the Petrelli estate before Peter came along, and in warped child logic he wished he could banish his brother to a far away place.
He accepted Peter’s birth as a harsh fact of his reality, and took his coming stoically as Father had taught him to. He was a Petrelli, and the Petrellis were all about appearances.
Despite this, Nathan did love Peter, if only for his unabashed curiosity and his complete disregard for his namesake.
He loved him enough that when he vaulted into the room wearing a dress, he managed not only to keep a straight face, but to catch him without spilling his drink.
“Happy birfday, Nat’an!” Peter had cried, embracing Nathan with all the strength he could muster in those little arms.
Nathan stared; one of Angela Petrelli’s jersey cocktail dresses from her younger years clung awkwardly to the small boy, trailing behind him comically.
That little incident was never publicized…
Nathan may have loved Peter, but that didn’t prevent him from exiling the younger child at every possible opportunity. He pretended not to notice as Peter slowly turned away from him, disappearing into Mom’s closet deeper every day.
At age eighteen Nathan left for bootcamp and didn’t look back. During his six years in the service, he and Peter rarely spoke, and the elder only returned on holidays.
While Peter growing up had always been vivacious and chatty, when Nathan came he seemed unresponsive, nearly catatonic.
The soldier snapped his smooth brown eyes up in surprise, a faint clacking noise echoing on the granite. Peter was wearing heels and Nathan could not have been more concerned.
The paparazzi would eat this up, he thought bemusedly. The Petrellis owned the east coast, and their youngest son, their prodigy, was walking around in women’s shoes.
Nathan left the armed forces in ’92 and went straight into law school. He ignored Peter's jibes when he was rejected from Yale despite his father's status as an alumnus. Secretly, though, he was glad for Colombia. It was closer to home.
He kept tabs on Peter: his friends, his studies, his hobbies, and even his potent ional girlfriends, of which there were a startling few.
Every now and then, he had seen Peter through the window, evening gown held up to his slight frame as he examined his reflection with world-weary eyes.
Peter came to the graduation ceremony looking hollow and thin, wearing ambiguously gendered clothing that hugged his every inch. Nathan delivered a touching, if hasty, speech as valedictorian, following his brother with hawk-eyes all the while.
Two years pass and Peter is eighteen now. When he gets a phone call from Mom, Nathan feels an age settle into his bones that he had never felt before. He has to go over straight away-Peter’s getting ready for Prom.
Nathan never went to his own prom.
Just as he closes the large oak doors behind him, he sees a flutter of lace and his breath catches. Peter fairly flows down the staircase, dangerously high sandals sounding on each step. He lands at the base with the graceful thud of both heels clicking together, encased in satin and taffeta. He should look ridiculous.
Nathan draws his eyes up Peter’s form, taking in every makeshift curve; lingering on every pronounced angle. The youth is a bundle of nerves, fidgeting with the pucker of fabric at his hip, and yet he meets Nathan’s eyes with a steady gaze, catching them as they wander. The attorney wets his lips and attempts to smile; knows he’s failed horribly.
“Nate, I-“
“Pete, I-“
Their words skirt around each other, staccato as they mirror the truth, and Nathan’s look is deer in headlights through and through. Peter’s chuckle is harsh and warm all at once, and Nathan knows he’s been missing this.
“I’ll save you a dance,” Peter says, brushing past his stricken sibling, and the smile is sincere.
Nathan can’t quite wrap his head around the statement as a silky gloved hand brushes his, the teasingly soft words reassuring him for reasons he can’t hope to explain.
He thinks in the eerie silence following Peter’s exit that he may just have take him up on his offer.
Remember, teaser gifts can be sent to the mods at heroes.holidays at gmail dot com. Please send them as attachments, we will post them to the heroes holidays photobucket account to maintain anonymity. We will then post them for you in order to maintain your anonymity. Teasers have no length or number minimum and are not in any way necessary, they're just a fun thing to do for your recipient.
Remember not to respond to comments from your recipient about the teaser gifts logged in; that will give it away!