The Prince, The Gangster, The Teacher, And The Poet (Sander Sides Fanfic)

Chapter One-The Prince

TW: Remus. If you're here, you know what that means, but I'll just say it anyway. Vague mentions of gore, strong language, lewd terms, nothing too graphic, but thought I'd include warnings just in case.

"That's not fair." Remus was sitting on Roman's bed as his brother, older by only a few seconds though it made all the difference, stood in front of the mirror, his white suit pristine and crisp, cleaned by the maids and servants before today. It's his sixteenth birthday.

"It is completely fair. I'm a day older." Roman tried not to stick out his tongue at his brother and failed. It was childish, but he couldn't help it.

"You're twenty minutes older. And were born at midnight." His brother sulked. "That's the only reason father wants you to be in line for the throne."

"That, and the fact that when we were children, I was playing with a horse and made a horn to put on its head, and you made a horn and put it on his..." Remus burst into giggles.

"On its penis!" Remus fell over, and Roman groaned, facepalming. That was his brother. Always... making people uncomfortable. But he loved him. As much as it was hard to, and it was very hard sometimes.

"See, this is why I'm the one going outside and meeting the people, and you're staying in here and learning more about 'Decorum'" Remus rolled his eyes, still lying sideways on the bed.

"Decorum deshnorum." Remus didn't move, just staring at his brother. The two looked strikingly similar, which was probably why Remus started wearing a completely different color scheme, instead of the red's and whites his brother wore, Remus would try to wear black and green as much as possible. It was also probably the reason that Remus had grown that mustache. He was rubbing it in that Roman had trouble even growing stubble, much less facial hair. But most of the family agreed it seemed to suit Remus in a creepy way.

"Prince Roman, Prince Remus," The princes both turned, looking over to the door where a servant was standing, tall and proud as most servants around the castle did. "Your father would like you to come down for breakfast. I've already called your siblings." Remus grinned, still not moving anything but his head, which would have been unnerving to anyone who hadn't grown up with Remus.

"Thank you, Seth." Roman waved a hand at the door, rolling his eyes at his brother. "Tell father we'll be down in a few minutes."

He turned back to the mirror, straightening his crown once more, but letting his mind wander. Roman and Remus were the oldest of their family, turning sixteen today and tomorrow. A year after, Romulus was born. He had almost been the opposite of Remus, quiet and reserved, yet the two of them seemed to get along almost better then Roman and Remus did. Then there was their younger sisters, Rosalina and Reannon. His father had really enjoyed the R theme of names.

"I'm going to go downstairs," Remus announced, finally getting up from Roman's bed. Roman was fairly certain he was going to find something weird when he went to sleep that night.

"I'm joining you. Last time we let you have free reign of the house before you ate..." Roman shuddered.

"I don't need a babysitter." Remus folded his arms, huffing.

"Ten dead pigeons and our stained bathroom walls say otherwise." Remus rolled his eyes but waited for Roman to do one last look in the mirror before following him out the door.

"You're going to do fine, you know that, right?" Remus's voice was serious, which rarely happened. He must have noticed how nervous Roman was for today.

"I know. I'm still..." He paused. "What if they don't like me?"

"They will, Ro. I haven't met anyone who could resist your charm." Remus bumped Roman with his arm, padded shoulder against padded shoulder. "And if you're really so worried, talk to them without them thinking you're the prince."