#LITTOH

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LITTOH Chapter 4: At the Midnight Hour

A/N: Guess who’s back! It’s me again with another long awaited update! Sorry for the wait I had exams. Anyway, hope you enjoying this AU as much as I am, and I hope you enjoy the chapter! -Minty

Summary: Remus tries to push the two lovebirds together, Roman reveals more of his past and his pain to Virgil, Patton finally gets Logan to rest.

TW: Cursing, parental abandonment, sleep deprivation, medication. (Let me know if I missed any!)

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Virgil closed his eyes, the loud music drowning out everything - the fear, the hope, the risks. It made his head spin. He just needed a moment to just be Virgil. No parasites, no death looming over him, no confusing feelings.

Virgil rested his eyes as he lay in his bed, an IV in his arm. He sighed, feeling content.

New meds. They always had new meds. It was like a constant stream of numbness washing over him.

He curled in tighter on himself, the warmth soothing as he drifted to sleep, music blasting in his ears.

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Roman smiled at his brother, his breathing tube stinging his nose slightly as chemo drifted into his lungs. “You’re really persistent today, aren’t you?”

“But the roof-”

“We’re just friends, Remus.” Roman said. “Besides, I barely know him.”

“That’s it! Maybe you guys could be alone together under the moonlight-” Remus said, slightly distracted, ideas bouncing around his head.

“Reeemuuss…” Roman whined slightly. “I am not going on a date with him!”

Remus waved his hand in a circle as he spoke. “It wouldn’t be a date, per say…”

“Still.” Roman said. “You know how I get on dates - Rachel Victoria?”

“That was a girl - you hadn’t realized your gayness yet…” Remus brushed off.

“Greg Folly?” Roman said, eyebrows up in an accusing tone.

“Please, any date involving the woods was bound to go wrong-”

Roman sat up and crossed his arms. “Evett Brown? Brad David? Nick Blue?”

“Okay, okay! I get it! You’re a mess on dates!” Remus said, giggling. Remus looked to his brother. “How is everything, by the way?”

“In the past week? I mean, pretty okay-” Roman said. “Is...um… is Dad… going to come anytime soon?”

Remus shook his head no. “Sorry, Ro Bro. That old fart can't get away from his office even for a moment, not since you left, at least."

Roman tried to avoid his brother's eyes to somewhat hide the disappointment, or maybe even the sadness behind his own. "O-oh."

Remus looked right through his brother's facade in a moment's notice. "Hey…" Remus's voice seemed warm, almost comforting.

"It's okay, Remus." Roman's voice that had seemed so full of emotion turned dull. "I'm fine."

"Roman, look… Dad's just-" Remus stumbled, trying to find the right words. Roman just looked toward the window as he wrapped his arms around himself in comfort.

"Visiting hours are almost over. I, um, wouldn't want you to be stuck in evening traffic."

"Roman..?" Remus asked, worry and concern that he often didn't show coming through in his voice.

Roman turned, forcing a small smile. "I'll be fine, Remus. I promise."

Remus gave him a concerning look for a moment before grabbing his bag and putting on his coat. His voice still shouted concern "You call me if you need me, alright? My phone's always on."

"Yes, Remus," Roman said, giving a smirk. "You worry too much, Rem."

"Well, I'm your brother, Roman," Remus said, leaning against the doorframe. "That's kind of my job, you know."

"I know. Be safe, alright?"

"I will."

With a click, the door shut, and the struggle to keep his smile vanished as Roman looked toward the window in his room. He couldn't help but think how stupid it was to believe his father would visit.

He never seemed to care too much about him or Remus. Who would have thought that the old brute would change his mind now?

Roman sighed. He shifted, turning toward the sunset setting in his bedroom window, looking as the sun sank below the horizon.

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Patton bundled up tighter, the snowfall is getting heavier as he looked out the window. It would be only a few weeks before schools broke for winter break, then the holidays would come like a flash - Christmas.

Patton sighed, getting up from his desk at the Nurse’s Station. It was pretty much empty - all the other nurses had gone home at this point. He needed to look over a few extra files - a few patients were going into surgery tomorrow, and one was getting dispatched.

He couldn't wait to get home and get some sleep for the following day. His body practically begged for rest. Just as he was heading for the door, however, a bright light caught his eye from the main unit offices.

Everyone else should be home, and the night shift interns Emile and Remy wouldn't be here for at least another hour. Those two were shocked and eager to help when Patton had explained the temporary position. They were the most promising interns, after all - if there were any emergency, they knew the protocols by heart.

So… who the heck could be up at this hour?

Patton walked closer toward the buttery light, creaking the door open slowly to reveal… was that… Logan?!

Oh, jeez…

Logan was slumped over his desk, dark circles under his eyes, passed out, face smushed on what looked like meeting notes and file paperwork.

His hair was a huge mess, and his glasses askew. This threw Patton for a loop. He knew his best friend better than anyone else in the world, and Logan would NEVER in a million years, be this messy.

He approached cautiously, mentally preparing himself for his sleep-deprived friend. Logan hated being disturbed and often snapped when he lacked sleep.

He nudged his friend slightly. "Lo-"

"I'm aquake! I mean, awake!" Logan jolted, sitting up in his chair, a pen stuck to his cheek. "Patton, what are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting with Ryne-"

"Logan. It's ten at night. The meeting was at noon." Patton said. "How long have you-"

"Not long, Patton! I promise! I just had some paperwork, and uh, dozed off I guess…" Logan said, turning to notice his friend's expression. "No need to worry. I am fine."

"Logan, please." Patton said, grabbing Logan's hand, his face flushed a little as he looked to his best friend. "Just… just take a break, Lolo."

Logan giggled. "Nicknames, Patton? Seriously?"

Logan looked over his unfinished work with stubborn pride, then to Patton. He could only describe a sort of safe and secure feeling with Patton, like a warm blanket or a firm hug. The feeling was new, but… it was a feeling Logan yearned to feel all the time.

Besides, the paperwork could be finished tomorrow, right?

"Fine. I'll go home."

"In your condition? No way. Logan, that's a three-hour drive!" Patton interjected. "Come on, my house is closer."

Logan's eyebrows furrowed, thinking over and over as he always did. "Patton, I wouldn't want to intrude-"

Patton rolled his eyes, their hands still clasped together. "Psh, come on, Lolo! You're my friend. Plus, it'll be just like a sleepover!"

“Patton-”

“Come on, Lo!”

Logan didn’t even have a chance to argue before Patton was dragging him out to his car, giggling and smiling. Patton was tough and stubborn alright - he had a way of getting Logan to give in with his consistent persistence… or, Logan thought, it could have something to do with the warm and uneasy feeling in his stomach that seemed all too sickeningly sweet.

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“Virgil? Psst, Virgil!”

Virgil grimaced, turning over before slowly awakening, opening his eyes to the darkness. He checked his phone, groaning at the bright light.

1am.

Suddenly, his senses snapped into focus at the voice, that was almost a harsh whisper. “Virgil, are you awake?”

“Princey…?” He whispered to himself, turning to face the bland beige wall behind his bed. What was keeping him up? And, better yet, why was he calling for him, out of everyone? “Well,” Virgil yawned, sitting up on his bed with his back against the wall. “I am now. What’s up? Decided to abandon beauty sleep?”

“Not, eh, exactly. Couldn’t sleep.”

“Jeez, couldn’t tell.” Virgil smiled, laughing a little bit. “But seriously… what’s, um…  what’s  wrong?” Virgil wasn’t really good with emotions, but, well, he was willing to try.

“Nothing’s wrong, I just… wanted your company?”

“Heh. You flatter me, Princey, but I know a lie when I hear one. Try again.”

Virgil heard a sigh from the other side of the door. “My, uh, brother came to visit today.”

“You have a brother?” Virgil asked, pretty much wide awake and pulling his knees to his chest for warmth.

“Twin, actually,” Roman said. “His name’s Remus. You probably haven’t seen him - you have treatment during visiting hours.”

“Oh.”

“We’ve been inseparable since forever - Me… Remus… and, uh… my Dad…” Roman said. “Of course we haven’t seen eye to eye, of course, but I guess I…”

Virgil’s heart nearly shattered at his friend’s shaking voice and sniffs as he paused, choking up.

“... I just wish that he’d put all the shit aside for once, you know?!” Roman said with such intensity and hurt behind his voice that Virgil just wished he could hug the weeping prince close and dry his tears. “At least, before he doesn’t have to see his disappointment of a son anymore.”

“R-roman…” Virgil said, trying to say something, find something to say to tell him everything was fine.

“I… I’m sorry.”

And, it seemed, that was all that needed to be said.

[deanxemilymultiverse]

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Fire and Ice (#fai)

Dean moved to a 'school for the gifted' after his new powers threaten his family.  Holding them in he is slowly killing himself but can Emily show him there is another way before it's too late?

Love in the Time of Hogwarts (#littoh):

It is Dean's final year at Hogwarts and there are many things he will miss, one being the redhead Ravenclaw he hadn't realised he had been in love with for the last few years.

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Dean is a Witcher, hunting monsters is his business.  Emily is a Witch, a healer and a formidable force.  Together sparks fly, but will they burn the world around them?

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Placed under a curse, Dean locks himself away in his castle believing there is no chance of breaking the spell.  When Emily stumbles into his life, she seems to be able to look past what's in front of her, making him believe there may just be hope.

Wolfsbane (#wb):

Werewolf Dean falls in love with a witch in a time where the tension between witches, vampires, and werewolves are at an all-time high.  When he discovers Emily has been bitten and shunned from her coven he takes her under his protection, but will his pack accept her?

[amintyworld]

LITTOH Chapter 3: By Your Side

A/N: I’d like to sincerely apologize for the lack of updates. Life got in the way, per usual. Anyway, It’s time to expand a bit on our side characters for this story, a bit of a break from the main storyline. Still disaster gays all around. Enjoy! - Minty

Summary: Remy falls for the new intern while Patton tries to help out his best friend and secret crush in his time of need.

TW: Stealing, having a crush, Blushing, sleep deprivation, overworking, Logicality, Remile (let me know if I missed any!)

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Remy walked into Virgil’s room to gather the trash. An intern’s job is never done. His friend greeted him as he entered. “What’s up, Koffee Kween?”

Remy smiled. “Nothing much, Emo.” He grabbed the barrel and and held it above, dropping the trash into his rolling bin. “Hope you liked the roof. Went through a lot of trouble to snag the keys for you.”

Virgil smirked. “Don’t worry, they won’t find the key this time.”

“Speaking of which,” Remy said ever so smoothly, “Dee said you brought a guest…”

Virgil gave him a look, reading his mind. “Remy, he’s just a friend.”

Remy smirked. “Whatever you say.” He smiled, turning his attention to his trash.

“He had a bad day. So did I. So we went up to the roof. Big deal!” Virgil said. Remy set the trash can down with a loud thud.

“You’ve never brought anyone to the roof. Not even me.” Remy said. “All I’m saying, Emo, is that he must be important enough for you to bring him there, and well, I’m happy for you.”

“Um...I hope I’m not interrupting…”

Remy heard steps behind him, and he turned to meet birght chestnut eyes behind black frames. He gave a nervous smile as he looked around. “This isn’t the Nurse’s station, is it?”

He had a pure white lab coat with the blue ribbon all interns wear. His face seemed sun-kissed, with feckles and curly light brown hair. He was short, with a bow tie clipped on his white shirt. Remy felt his heart skip a beat, and he shook his head to focus, swallowing before speaking. “No...No, it’s down the hall…”

“Oh, sorry for interrupting, I’m new, and this hospital is huge.”

Virgil sat up on his bed. “I’m sure my friend Remy here can show you were the Nurse’s Station is. He’s been an intern for almost two years.” He nudged his friend. “Right, Rems?”

“R-right…” He said, dazed. I mean, he couldn’t think except just look at him, and he could hear his heart beat loudly in his ears. Virgil gave a nervous smile to the intern.

“Sorry, he’s just a little tired, you know?” Virgil said. “Remy, can you show this nice intern to the Nurse’s station?”

“N-nurse...station…” He said, dazed, before blinking, snapping out of it. “Oh, yes...yes, yes! The Nurse’s Station! Right this way.”

He dropped the barrel, turning to leave, giddly smiling. Virgil giggled. “Someone’s a little gay…” He whispered, loud enough for Remy to hear.

He giggled even louder as a blush spread across his cheeks at his words.

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“And over here is the main entrance to the ward, the Nurse’s Station is just over two lefts and a right.” Remy said, leading the intern toward the station.

“You really know your way around this place.” The intern said smling. “Oh! I forgot to introduce myself, silly me.” He reached out his hand as Remy took it. “My name’s Pacani. Emile Pacani.”

“Remy Justin, at your service.”

“Remy. I really like that name.” Emile said, smiling. If Emile kept this up, Remy was going to melt to the floor with the amount of times he was flushing pink.

“T-thanks, but it’s nothing special.” Remy said, before backing into a wooden door with a scanner at the side. “Oh! It uh, it looks like we’re here.”

“Oh..” Emile said.

“Just, uhm.. Scan your badge and turn the handle, okay?”

“Okay...I guess I’ll see you around?” Emile asked, hopeful.

“I guess so…” Remy said. “Don’t worry, the first day is always the hardest. If you, um, need any more help, I’ll be around, okay?”

“Okay. Bye, Remy.” Emile said, turning to leave. Remy turned as well, heading back to the room to resume his work. That was life - you fall for someone, and they leave without giving you a second thought…

“Wait-!”

Remy stopped, turning around. “Yeah..?”

“Wanna meet for lunch?”

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Patton always held Logan close to his heart. He meant the world to him, and he just wished Logan could see that. He held the stack of paitent files close as he walked through the halls, trailing Logan.

They took college classes together, sharing a dorm for those eight years. When they were partnered together, Patton couldn’t contain his excitement of working with his best friend. They had interned together, Logan bringing Patton coffee when he had stayed up late, overworking himself and staying up until 1 am finishing everything. Logan had never left his side, and Patton had never left his.

When Logan had called about his promotion as a resident, Patton was more than overjoyed. Then, Logan had argued for a position for him - it was only 9 months ago everything had changed, and Patton couldn’t be prouder of Logan.

“Just set those on the table, I’ve got to look through them before the meeting…”

Logan’s hair was messy, his glasses trying to hide the dark bags under his eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair with a sigh, going to his computer, typing something.

“Logan, are you okay?” Patton asked after setting the files down next to him.

“I’m fine, just…”

“No, you’re not.” Patton said. “Logan, I haven’t ever seen you this bad before.”

“It’s fine, Patton. I’ll be fine…”

“Logan!” Patton said, hands on his hips. “You look like a raccon, there’s a half eaten bagel in your pocket, and you’re wearing two different socks! Logan, you aren’t fine.”

Logan paused for a moment. His desk was a complete wreck of wrappers and empty coffee cups, and he looked down to notice that Patton was right about the socks. He gave a small chuckle.

“Huh. I didn’t even notice.” Logan’s voice was dull. Too dull.

“Logan, are you sure you’re up for the meeting?” Patton said, awfully concerned. When Logan pushed himself too much into his work, he neglected nearly anything else.

Logan sighed again. What he would give for a nap right now. “Even if I’m not, I have to be. They trusted me enough to handle being the Head of Emergency Affairs. I can’t let them down.”

Patton’s eyes took the new resident in. Logan wouldn’t like it if he forced him to take a day off. The poor guy could barely stand as it is. He couldn’t baby him anymore, taking him home despite his protests. He sighed, closing his eyes.

“Go to the meeting, but I’m expecting you to get at least the night shift off. I know Thomas hasn’t found someone for the night shift yet, but he can’t expect you to fill that responsibillity. If he really needs someone tonight, I’ll take it.”

Logan shook his head quickly. “No. Patton, I can’t ask you to do that.”

Patton smirked. “I never said you were asking, Lo.” Patton said. “Now, it’s time you high tail it to that meeting, right?”

Logan yawned, giving a small smile at his best friend. “Right.”

There was something special about Patton, something his frazzled and tired mind couldn’t quite define...

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[amintyworld]

LITTOH Chapter 2: On the Rooftop

A/N: I was planning on posting this fic earlier this week, but then school and life got on the way and now it’s Sunday. This is the longest fanfic I’ve EVER written, tallying on a google doc about 8 pages. I hope all of you are as excited for this series as I am. Your author, Minty.

Summary: After a small bit of hope sparks some confusing feelings, Virgil and Roman try to go back to fighting their own battles.

TW: Cancer mention, death mention, vomiting, loss of consciousness, parasite mention, logicality implied. (let me know if I missed any!)

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Virgil groaned, shifting, as the morning light eased him awake. Did he sleep through the night?! Jeez, these meds are strong. He felt a warm body pressed against his.

Roman…?

He slowly opened his eyes. He wouldn’t admit it, but the warmth was surprisingly comforting. He looked around the empty, quiet room and noticed the closed door. He didn’t remember closing it. He heard a content sigh from behind him. He looked down to notice an arm wrapped around him, and his face flushed red in seconds. He noticed his face nuzzled close, oh god they were so close…

He slowly crept out of the bed, as not to wake him. He needed to get out of here. He wanted nothing more than to hide away in his room. Virgil didn’t like the tightness in his chest, or the overwhelming heat on his face that no amount of foundation could hide.

As he slowly walked to the door, his stomach churned. His eyes widened. No..no, no, no, no!

Virgil quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to stop the inevitable. The room spun as he tried to stay upright.

Don’t fall, please no…

Roman stirred, rubbing his eyes. “Virgil…?”

Virgil looked pale and sickly, and...scared? He dashed out the door, ripping his black medical mask off as he puked into a nearby trash can. With this, Roman was awake. He threw off the covers, rushing to Virgil’s side. Virgil was shivering. Roman rubbed his back soothingly. He didn’t know what to do, what to say. He bit his cheek, concerned, looking round for nurses.

“It’s okay, Virgil.” Roman said. “It’s...it’s going to be okay.”

Nurses rushed over from the front desk of the ward, pushing Roman back. “Breathe, Virgil. Deep breaths, okay?” A nurse with the tag ‘Patton’ said. Virgil’s face was so pale, so deathly pale, and his chest struggled to heave in and out. Another nurse rushed to get a wheelchair, scooping Virgil up, god he looked so weak…

Roman was uneasy, mind filled with thoughts and words that somehow couldn’t leave his mind. He stood there. It was strange how one moment, life can be normal, smiles, and laughter. Then, well…

Why was he so upset? He didn’t even know him. He didn’t-

Yet the sinking feeling in his stomach spoke the truth.

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Virgil felt weak and dizzy, and he felt the familiar press of the warm plastic, and the tight strap that wrapped around his head. The voice was firm, but gentle. “Breathe, Virgil.”

It was distant.

The airborne medicine flew into his lungs as he breathed shakingly. His world slowly came back into focus, the mask becoming fogged. Logan gave a small smile.

“There we are.” He felt his forehead. “Just keep breathing.”

Logan was the head doctor of Urgent Care Ward. He was a resident doctor of the hospital, Patton his close friend since highschool. “Patton, he needs an IV and a nose breathing tube, his vitals are dropping.”

Patton gave a sharp nod, rushing out the door, a determined look on his face.

Logan pressed the cold metal of his stethoscope to his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. His eyes were fixed, focused.

“Deep breath, okay?”

Confusion flashed across the doctor’s face. He pushed up his glasses, mumbling to himself, thinking. “That dose should’ve worked, I don’t…” He looked toward Virgil, speaking calmly. “We should be getting your X-Ray results soon, they should clear things up.”

Patton walked in, hooking up the IV quickly, hydrating the weakened patient. He stroked his hair comfortingly, and Virgil offered a weak smile in return. He slowly turned the medicine flow off and carefully removed the mask.

Virgil's breathing had become more even, but he was still really tired. It was terrifying- panic and puke, breathing slipping from his grasp all too quickly. The nose tubes were uncomfortable, and very familiar. Painfully familiar.

Patton smiled down at him as Logan headed for the door swiftly, other matters to attend to. "How ya doing, kiddo?"

"F-fine…" Virgil said shakily, taking a deep breath of the oxygen before speaking again. "Just...tired…"

"Of course, kiddo." Patton could sense the panic in Virgil, and pushed some stray bangs out of his face. "You should rest, I'll check on you in a little while, okay?"

Virgil nodded, looking up at the white ceiling. The same white ceiling he had looked at for days, listening to his music and blocking out the world.

He couldn't help but have his thoughts wonder to Roman. He wished he was here, to hum his melodies…

Slow down, Virgil. You've only known him for like, a day. Now suddenly he's all you think about?!

His mind was pulled out of the clouds as he heard Patton talking to someone. He knew he shouldn't snoop, but honestly, he didn't really have a choice. Their words were loud enough to hear as they talked outside of his room.

"So...you seem pretty tired from the night shift, Lo. You wanna get a coffee on break?" His voice was nervous, yet full of hope.

"I probably will, Patton. Thank you for the suggestion." Logan said, his voice unwavering, always focused.

Logan's shoes made a loud sound on the floor as he walked off. He heard Patton's discontent sigh.

"Oh, Logan…" Patton said, a bit of sadness in his voice. "You really can't take a hint, can you?"

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Roman sat in the waiting room, nervous. He'd been on his first round of chemo, and it was finally time to see if it worked.

Or worse, if it didn't.

He fidgeted, the answer weighing on his mind. They'd gotten the diagnosis early, when during one of his rehearsals at his local theater for his debut, he couldn't get enough air in to sing, and began coughing so badly his director demanded him to get a check up.

Thank god she did.

His twin brother, Remus, rushed into the room. At everyone's sudden glance, his face flushed as he walked over to his younger brother. Roman smirked. "That's one way to enter a room, Rem."

Remus smiled, but quickly faded with worry. "Any news yet?"

"Nope."

"Damn, they're really making us wait today. How long does it take to look at an x-ray?!"

"Pretty long, apparently."

Remus sat. He would wait until the end of time. He was not leaving his brother. Not today, and especially not now.

He can't really explain his emotions when Roman had told him about the call. It was almost like time itself stopped, and the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat thumping in his ears. Roman choked on his words halfway through, beginning to cry.

But, Remus knew what he was saying. He knew and yet he didn't want to know. He didn't want to believe it.

As he sat for a few moments, he noticed the chair next to him wobble. Roman's whole body was shaking slightly. He grabbed Roman's hand to steady him.

"Roman, you're shaking."

Roman just looked out of the window, quiet.

"Roman, talk to me." His voice was laced with concern. Where was that smiling, singing theater kid he used to know?

Roman's voice was quiet. "S-sorry, I'm just a little tired."

"Roman Sanders?"

Both pairs of eyes darted to the doctor standing by the door. Roman stood up. "Yes?"

The doctor gestured inside. "Come inside. We have a few things to go over."

Roman gripped Remus's hand as they walked. Remus remembered when Roman was so scared of heights, and he was being dragged along on his first roller coaster.

Roman was usually so tough, fighting dragons in their backyard and saving princes, but for the first time, Roman Sanders was really... scared.

Remus smiled at his brother. "Don't worry. I'll be right here."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

They sat in two chairs next to each other. The doctor got out a chart. "I am Doctor Joan, I'll be your primary team doctor." He shook both of their hands firmly.

Roman gripped Remus's hand tighter.

He cleared his throat before pulling out two X-Rays. Both were centered on his lungs. "As you can see here, this is your tumor when you were admitted- slightly smaller than a golf ball. Normal for stage three." He said, explaining the first X-Ray. Then he pulled out the second.

Both twins had their eyes glued to the doctor.

"After a week of chemo, it appears your tumor has grown by fifty percent, making you now at stage four. It's taken control of about a quarter of your left lung, and is still growing."

Roman had no words. He didn't move. He didn't speak. The fear of death loomed over him, and it seemed almost as if at any moment, it would all be over.

He looked at the ground. He couldn't look at the doctor. He couldn't look at his brother.

What he would give to be laughing and smiling with Virgil again. What he would give to see him right now.

Though, he didn't think Virgil wanted to see him. Maybe he didn't even like him.

Remus's mind whirred. No. No, he wasn't just going to give up so easily. He's seen his brother fight off monsters and warlocks and witches. He could beat this. He HAD to beat this. He won't let his brother go, not without a fight.

Remus looked at the doctor. "What can we do?"

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Roman was walking around the Ward when he spotted the door to Virgil’s room ajar. He yawned, the morning had sapped nearly all his energy out of him. He peeked his head in, worried for Virgil’s state from the episode this morning. Virgil was curled up, blue hospital scrubs against a white bed. He murmured in his sleep, pulling himself closer for warmth. Roman hated the way his face felt hot as a small breeze blew Virgil’s purple hair in the wind.

Wait…

What was he doing here? He quickly took a step back. The nurse will think he’s insane. Who the heck stares at someone sleeping?! He knew he only wanted to check to see how Virgil was doing, maybe even talk, but…

Roman! Snap out of it! You’re acting like a giddy, lovesick, teenager!

He shouldn’t be here. Why was he here? He turned to leave, wanting to make a mad dash for the door, but knowing it would wake him. STUPID! Why did he think it was a good idea to just stare into Virgil’s room when he’s freaking asleep like a stalker-

“Roman..?”

He froze. He hoped more than ever right then, that Virgil had a sleep talking habit.

“Roman, is that you?” Virgil rubbed his eyes, turning on a bedside light.

Roman slowly turned. “H-hey, Virge…” He said nervously.

“Roman, what are you doing in here?” Virgil asked. He yawned, energetic for the morning - er, afternoon by now.

“I...I was just checking up on you. I was really worried from this morning-”

Worried?

“-And I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be such a creep, I’ll go now-!” Roman’s face was flushed pink as he turned to leave.

“Wait!”

Roman stopped dead in his tracks. Either he was going to be yelled at by his crush for staring while he slept, or he was going to be screamed at by his crush for his pathetic explanation. He closed his eyes tight, not wanting to see Virgil’s face, even though his back was to him. He hated him, he just knew it-

“I don’t want you to go.”

“W-what…?” Roman asked.

“Well...y-yeah…” Virgil was blushing now. “I haven’t seen you all day, and I just wanted to talk.”

Roman was bright red, trying to keep his cool. “Y-yeah...I...I’d like that.”

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The wind blew their hair in all directions as they opened the door to the roof. Virgil smiled. The wind was almost comforting to him, and he started to walk toward the edge, sitting down and looking at the skyline as the sun lowered into the buildings, the sky turning a pale yellow and pink.

"What are we doing up here?" Roman asked, looking around. "I didn't even know we were allowed up here."

"We aren't usually, but I know a guy." Virgil bit his lip, still a but nervous. "Sit, Princey." Virgil patted the space next to him. Roman was hesitant, but slowly sat down next to him.

The wind slowed as the sun began to melt into the buildings, it's bright hue emerging between the small spaces between the skyscrapers. Virgil breathed deeply, his nose tube gone, as he let the wind whip his hair. He paused a moment before breaking the silence. "This is my favorite place in the hospital. I...I come up here when I just need, well… an escape."

Roman was quiet, this events of his day weighing on his mind. "I was worried about you, you know."

Virgil sighed. "I...I know." He bit his tongue.

You shouldn't have to.

Roman looked at Virgil, his face as mix of concern, as if thinking deeply about something. He looked like he wanted to say something, yet his mouth remained shut.

"Are...are you okay?"

Virgil tensed. He shut his eyes, trying not to think about him, god why was he thinking about HIM?! He slowly opened his eyes, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, Princey. Just...a lot on my mind, you know."

"Do you..wanna talk about it?" Virgil's eyes screwed shut again. Roman quickly replied, sensing the tension. "Y-you don't have t-to-!"

“N-no…” Virgil said, his voice shaking. “It’s okay.” His hand inched towards Roman’s without him realizing it, his heart ached for some kind of comfort. “I...that is, the reason f-for this morning…”

“Yes..?”

“I...I have a parasite.” Virgil said, looking away from Roman, below, at the thousands of people coming and going, always in a hurry. “It’s not contagious, but the doctors are running out of options. They say I may not have long to live.”

“O-oh.” Roman said. “W-well, if anyone knows what that’s like, it would be me.”

Virgil’s ears perked up, and he turned to face him. “How so?”

“I..u-um…” Roman Prince has never been this nervous in his life. He didn’t know how Virgil would react, after all, he barely knew him, yet he felt like he’d known him forever. It was a strange feeling to him. Would Virgil pity him? Would him telling Virgil ruin the way Virgil sees him?

Virgil’s hand quickly, subconsiously, grabbed Roman’s for comfort. “Hey, it’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s okay. Everything is okay.”

“L-lung cancer. Stage four. The tumor’s been growing rapidly.” Roman sighed. “I don’t know how much time I have left. It could be tommorrow, or a month from now.”

Stunned silence passed between the two.

“Well, if that’s the case Princey, let’s make today count.” Virgil smiled, making Roman’s heart skip a beat.

Virgil leaned close to Roman, their hands intertwined, as the stars sparkled in the night sky, the city below them flickering to life. Virgil’s warmth flooded his body as they sat there, the future scary, but sometimes, having someone to hold onto when your world is crumbling to the ground, can make it a little less freightening.

[amintyworld]

Love in a Time of Hopelessness AU Masterlist

First Posted: 10/22/19 Updated: 2/4/20

Tag: LITTOH

Summary: Virgil Ingram held a life of solitude and music, trapped within the porcelain walls of Urgent Care. That is until a new arrival rolls into his life. Can Virgil find true love in the most unexpected place? 

Ships: Prinxiety, Dukeceit, Logicality

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five (In the works!)

[amintyworld]

Writing LITTOH Chapter 4 right now, so if you want to send in any LITTOH related asks, or a 💚 for the last sentence I wrote, go ahead and I'll answer!

[amintyworld]

I’m gonna try to attempt to finish this monster of a chapter for LITTOH today. Please shoot me a ask, and I’ll answer your question as well as share with you the last sentence I wrote!

[amintyworld]

Hey, Y'all Lovelies-

Minty here. Do you guys remember the Spy AU story I wrote a little while ago?

Link is here, in case you forgot or never got a chance to read it...

But I’m writing a sequel and trying to make this a sort of series alongside my LITTOH series, which I haven’t really been inspired to write as of late but should be getting an update soon! 

ANYWAY:

I wanted to make a taglist for the spy au series since I remember so many of you were excited and interested in the story and a sequel. Please let me know if you want to be a part of the taglist!

Thanks, and stay sweet! - Minty

[amintyworld]

I WAS JUST CHECKING MY FEED...

I somehow have 50 followers now. WHAT. THE. HECK?!

Thank you guys, oh my god has this been a trip. Starting this blog out, having literally no idea what a 'reblog' was, to...now, posting my first few chaptered fics.

Just...wow. Like, why are all of you here?! I didn't ask to get plummeted with this much love, oh my god-!

I'm gonna do something this weekend, to thank all of you, so be on the lookout for that! Also, if you don't know about my first chaptered fic, Love In The Time Of Hopelessness, search up and follow the tag #LITTOH to be updated, and be the first to read new chapters.

As always, it's your humble author Minty, signing off.

[amintyworld]

Chapter Two of LITTOH should be out later this weekend or this coming week. Be prepared for the feels, and disaster gays.