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“I think you might have missed the part where I said that you almost died,” Logan says, and his voice is steady, but his hands are not, trembling where they have balled into fists on his lap.

He blinks, at a loss.

Janus attempts to save Logan from being poisoned. In the moment, switching out their glasses seems like a perfectly rational idea.

It is not, in fact, a perfectly rational idea.

Content Warnings: poisoning, mentioned blood, mentioned death (no actual death though), mentioned violence

Word Count: 5,772

Pairings: Loceit, background Prinxiety

Written for Whumptober2020 theme no 22. “Do these tacos taste funny to you?” with the more specific prompt: poisoned.

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The banquet hall is bright, noisy, and crowded, full of laughter and music and talking, and Janus is almost certain that the ambassador from Halledrin has just slipped poison into Logan’s wine.

No one else seems to have noticed. Janus can’t say he’s surprised. The formal dinner is over; now is the time for mingling, and everyone is deeply involved in their own conversations, their own social circles. Roman knows how to throw a good celebration, if nothing else, and now that the pressure is off of him to preside over all the little details, Janus spots him off to one side, shamelessly chatting up Virgil, who seems… exasperated, if not entirely displeased. He spares them a glance before turning back to Logan, who seems to be doing his level best to escape the conversation, but the ambassador— and just what is his name? Janus has entirely forgotten— is persistent, and Janus would think it no more than an annoyance if he weren’t fairly certain that he saw the man brush one hand against Logan’s wine glass while gesturing broadly with the other.

Which, no. That is absolutely not permitted.

Title: and miles to go before I sleep

Word Count: 6,650

Chapter 1

Summary: Virgil came here to stop a curse and save his kingdom. But another Prince has the same goal in mind… and only one kingdom is supposed to come out on top. Slowburn Romantic Prinxiety. A Two Princes Podcast AU. 

Chapter Warnings: stealing; lying; Patton is kind of working in a gray area but he means well and is only trying his best; Janus does some light treason I guess?; violence; giant hornet; plant monster; killing monsters/violence; blood mention/description; threats; if you are a die-hard fan of the podcast please be warned that I do take a few creative liberties with stuff from the podcast at times. 

A/N: this idea has been knocking around my head for a while, and I finally started to write it. I thought I’d write it all before posting, but I’ve found that I’m starting to lose steam. So here’s the first part! If you like The Two Princes, I hope you’ll enjoy this Prinxiety twist to it! If you’ve never listened to it, I hope you’ll consider giving this a shot and then maybe going to check it out! <3 Editing done by yours truly. All mistakes are mine. 

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“Stop! Thief!” 

Virgil takes a hard left turn down the Western Corridor of the castle, nearly tripping over his own feet in his rush. He sprints down the stone hallway, racing past the familiar stained-glass windows. The book in his hand is heavy and leather-bound, and Virgil tucks it tighter under his arm as he runs. The hood of his dark cloak nearly slips off his head in the process, and he uses his free hand to keep it from falling. 

“Halt!”

Ahead of him, three members of the Royal Guard appear from around the corner. Virgil skids to a stop, whirling around only to find two more guards running up behind him. He’s surrounded and cornered. Nowhere to go. Virgil huffs a breath, holding his hands up and kneeling on the floor in surrender. He lets the book thud to the ground. He’s grateful that the hood of his cloak swallows his head, and he keeps his head downcast to let it shadow his face from view even though he knows his anonymity is really only a matter of seconds.

There’s the scuff of boots against the stone floor approaching him, the clanking of armor as the guards move aside, and Virgil grimaces to himself. He has the sinking feeling it’s his older brother. 

“Your Majesty,” one of the guards from behind him greets the newcomer, confirming Virgil’s suspicions. “We caught this person attempting to steal the Forbidden Book.” 

Virgil keeps his face hidden in the hood of his cloak, but he sees his brother’s boots step into his vision. “What’s your name?” his brother asks with that familiar soft friendliness. 

Virgil knows that he can’t hide much longer–someone is going to pull the hood off his head at any moment–but he really doesn’t want to deal with the look of disappointment in his older brother’s eyes that he knows awaits him. He’ll push it off as long as he can manage. So Virgil stays resolutely silent. 

He feels a slight tug on the hood of his cloak and the silky material causes it to fall to his shoulder blades effortlessly. 

“Virgil?” 

Virgil looks up sheepishly. “Hey, Patton.”

Donkin Dunnts: Amurica Runn No Dundun

Sbubby: eef freef

Weedy’s Old Fashioned Hurgusburgus

Bubger Kirg: Have it in a way

Tinkle outside the binkle: Taco Baco

Applebapple’s Nehhborhor Grib & Bib

McNaldo’s: I like the it ™

In Oot-ut Brubge

Logan is well practiced in the ordeal that is finals week – he knows what he’s doing.

Why is Virgil threatening him with a spatula?

Pairing: romantic analogical

Word count: 1251

Warnings: (very) bad self care, going without sleep or food to study

Notes: part of my Metaphysical Determinism verse!

thank you to @airiervessel for beta reading!

Navigation: Ch.1, Ch.2 , Ch.3

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!

Word Count: 2,325

Read on AO3: here

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“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.”  

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