I burst out laughing at this 😂

This is Anastacius’s idea of interior organising. Taking out the trash aka throwing out the love letters and flowers sent to his daughter Jenette. You know Claude would be the same!!!

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 ➜ mentions of depression, sickness and etc. Once again there are no pronouns as this is in second person view! Although reader is female supposedly, anyone can read it still.

A deep inescapable hole. That is where you and Claude found yourselves in.

He in a hole where he was to listen to flattery from nobles and a harem that you knew barely loved him and you in a hole of depression and illnesses with no explanations.

You two couldn't escape it and you two knew it. Claude fell quiet and cold towards everyone else as he completely shut himself out. Everyone but you that is.

Your meetings with him were still ever so frequent as the two of you came up with continuous interesting topics regarding each other's learning. There were no days where Claude didn't feel comfortable around you and you to him. Little did you know, the male had now developed feelings for you that you hadn't seemed to develop. You thought of him as a best friend, at least at the moment you did. That was all he was to you.

After all, you were scared to fall into love again. Especially when your last one with Anastacius failed miserably against your wishes. Those memories still haunted you like spirits of the night. The remembrance of his touch against your skin. The warmth.. You winced at the memory.

The maids prepare you for bed now and you lay there motionless. Your eyes stare at the ceiling, body numbing once again. You couldn't close your eyes. Every time you do, you recall him. His face, his everything. His lies. You remember the scene with him and Penelope. How smug he was at the sight of you finding out. How you filled with hatred and hurt right then and there. The pain of remembering everything.

It was worse when you slept. Your dreams were haunted by words, hints of the relationship that you had missed along the way, the laughter of Penelope's the day after you found out and the screams of your heart when you wished you'd just died right then and there.

Memories. Painful and sad memories.

In this particular dream that you were now dreaming, you found yourself with him. The man who betrayed you. He seemed in love. Manipulating you. And you were falling for it.

The replay of the sight came at last. You walking with Claude, finding them together, you screaming at him the next day. Utter chaos. But here it was different. You see the lights of the ball as Anastacius was crowned emperor. The laughs, cheers, congratulations passed around loudly and you see Claude standing there watching him and Penelope. The two seemed happy... But your eyes remain on Claude.

Claude seemed irritated. Cold. Broken. Although his eyes refused to give emotion, you knew better. Was this what everyone seemed to see that you didn't? More importantly why didn't you see him like this?

Suddenly the scene shifts. Claude killing Anastacius plays out. You scream at Claude but he doesn't hear. This was the past after all. Anastacius lay there. Dead. Then you feel something cold. A cold aura. You turn and you see smoke. Red and black smoke. Engulfing you and Ana. Suffocating. You were suffocating.

You shot up from your bed, startling the guards outside with your undeniably loud scream. Claude came in minutes later. "Y/N?" He asks gently as he sits next to you on the bed, arm draping around you as he pulls you close.

You feel his warmth. Almost falling asleep in his arms right then and there. But you manage to keep yourself together though. "Nightmares." This word was enough for Claude as he just sighs softly before he gets in bed with you.

"Okay." He whispers before he hugs you gently. You two's interactions and the fact that you were sleeping together was enough to make the maids and guards question if the man who entered was the same Claude who left; he had given them all glares.

While this all happened, someone entered your room. His eyes gleaming blue with a faint shade of red as he walked towards you.

Beautiful as always. He thinks as he watches you stir. A smile forming on his lips, he leaned gently giving up to temptation and gave you a kiss. The feeling of your lips against his was soft and warm. Extremely relaxing. Nostalgic. It brought memories he could never forget. And he knew neither could you.

He pulls away with a ridiculous maniacal smile. His eyes never left your sight as his hand came close to you, fingers stroked your cheek. Obsession. Infatuation. Or whatever term it was he had it.

Seeing you with his brother made him lose it. You were his and only his. He wasn't going to let that slide.

Once this whole thing was finished, he'd have you again. He smiles again at the thought. Then you two would be something greater than before. Something he wished you two were.

What’s it like having them as siblings?

Cast: Anastacius

Warnings: Siblings being annoying as usual.

Anastacius [Older]

Okay straight up he’s an asshole if you’re the younger sibling. Dude is gonna bully you like he’s the kind of sibling that would smack you across the head while your just doing your own thing and then both of y’all start an outright brawl in which you win obviously. (I have the feeling he’s the type to start fights and not finish them.)

If we’re talking about modern AU if you’re going to schools and stuff it’s going to be a private school cause ✨money✨ no one would know you’re related. It might either be because both of you look totally different and act differently from each other or nobody really asked if one of you had siblings.

He’s a caring brother but being an asshole comes first👍

These handsome brothers ♡( ૢ⁼̴̤̆ ꇴ ⁼̴̤̆ ૢ)~ෆ♡