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Summary: Urban fantasy AU. Logan Ackroyd’s life is not quite perfect, but it’s about as close as it can get. He has his business, his best friend, and most importantly of all, his boyfriend. Roman turned his life upside down in the best possible way, and Logan can’t imagine himself being happier. Until more of Roman’s past is brought to light, and Logan’s world is turned upside down again, but this time, nothing about the process is pleasant. Will Roman be able to save him, or will Logan’s own past catch up to him first?
Pairings: Logince, Moxiety, Dukeceit
Content Warnings: Kidnapping, talk of abuse/cults, mentions of blood and drinking blood, mentions of imposing parents, please let me know if I need to add anything!
“If you keep pacing back and forth like that, you’re going to wear a hole through my carpet.”
Roman paused his pacing just long enough to shoot a glare in his twin brother’s direction.
“I’m sorry if the state of your floors isn’t exactly high on my list of priorities right now, Remus.”
“Hey,” Remus said sharply, standing up gripping Roman by the shoulders. “Look at me. We’ll get through this. Okay?”
Roman sighed, slumping forward and letting his weight rest on Remus’s arms.
“What are we going to do?” he whispered.
“We knew this could happen,” Remus said simply. “That’s why we planned, remember?”
“We planned for them coming after one of us,” Roman said, looking up and meeting his brother’s eyes. “But they didn’t take me, or you, they took Logan, and I don’t…I can’t–”
“Sit down,” commanded a new voice, and Roman looked up to see Remus’s fiance Janus coming out of the kitchen with two steaming mugs. Somehow, he still managed to look just as intimidating in gray sweatpants and a yellow t-shirt as he normally did in a three-piece suit and capelet, and it wasn’t just because of the runes glinting on the left side of his face. Janus had a way of carrying himself that caught your attention, a way of speaking that commanded your respect, even if he were merely commenting on the weather.
Remus plopped down onto the couch, pulling Roman down with him in one, not-so-very-smooth motion.
“Drink,” Janus said, pressing one of the mugs into Roman’s hands.
“What is it?” Roman asked, peering into the cup.
“Tea,” Janus said, raising an eyebrow, and Roman took a small sip.
Immediately, he felt some of the tension bleed from his shoulders, and he sent an accusatory glare up at Janus.
“Tea with what?” he demanded, and Janus shrugged.
“A few drops of drafted decompression,” he said lightly. “You’re no good to Logan or anyone else if you’re so wound up you can’t even think straight.”
“My brother’s never thought straight a day in his life,” Remus chuckled, elbowing Roman’s side. Roman shoved him off weakly, and Remus frowned. “Don’t worry lil’ bro,” he said more quietly. “We’ll figure something out.”
