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The University Chronicles

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Pairing: Established married Logicality, Platonic Prinxiety, familial Analogical

A collection of oneshots, drabbles and everything in between exploring the lives of Professor Logan Hart, Mr Patton Hart, and Drs. Roman Prince and Virgil Sanders as friends (or maybe something more) and fellow faculty in the same university. Some told from their perspectives and some from others.

Alternatively, the Sanders Sides Academia AU nobody asked for.

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Milestones

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Pairing: Platonic LAMP, familial Sleepxiety and Thvi

After deciding to take a gap year, Virgil Sanders expected to enter his freshman year of college feeling anxious and out of place. But not if his childhood friends; Patton Hart, Roman Prince and Logan Croft have anything to say about it.

For The Core of Us fanzine on Tumblr.

UPDATE: Read Miles To Go, the remix written by @sparrow-flies-south

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Dearly (Nearly) Departed

Pairing: Past Remy/OC and Past Patton/OC. Platonic Anxceit, Familial Sleepxiety and future Familial Moceit

Fear (n.): 1. Defined as an unpleasant, often strong emotion caused by anticipation or awareness of danger.

Virgil Sanders, aged nine, once read this entry in the library. His only response? A brief glance at the not-quite-human-anymore wailing near a bookshelf, (-peeling skin, spindly twitching claws, crawling across carpets-) and an attempt to cover the trembling of his fingers.

As the years pass by, the steady thrum of fear under his skin turn into a constant, albeit annoying, companion. Virgil only got better at hiding trembling fingers and pretending these spirits didn't exist. But after meeting Declan Janus and later, Patton Hart, Virgil would come to realize that maybe, just maybe, he needed to help the dead to help the living.

Or: Virgil inherits the ability to see the dead after the death of one of his fathers. A Mieruko-chan AU.

For the 2020 Ts BigBang

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See This Ancient Riverbed

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Pairings: Moceit

WARNINGS: Angst, Major character death

“One more time...I just need to do it over one… more time…Hold on everyone. I’ll get it right. I swear I'll get this right.”

They were a different type of friends, Patton knew that. Their time together never leads to everlasting happiness. But rather, to ruin, destruction and despair— to other people, to each other, and in some (many) instances, even the world.

But Patton, selfish as he is, wouldn’t stand to let everything fall into ruin without a fight. Not this time. And even if it takes tens, hundreds, or thousands of times, he’d do it over and over to give his friends the happy ending they deserved.

A Puella Magi Madoka Magica AU.

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Old Traditions Bring New Friends

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Pairings: Creativitwins, familial Analogical and future Intrulogical

Things are going good for Prince Remus of Himmelstadt. But as his twin would say, it could always be better. And nothing proved it more than when old traditions upheld by his father and their kingdom took a pleasant, surprising turn. The arrival of Princes Virgil and Logan from Fontaine brought something unexpected into his life. The ship from the Bastion of the North had, against all odds, brought him a friend.

For the TSS Fanworks Collective server Secret Santa

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Part of the Job Description

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Pairings: None. 

“Um. Oh, is it...Is it really okay?” She asked, cautiously. She didn’t think her kinda nerdy science teacher would be the type to be mean or anything but still…

“Of course!” Mr. Sanders smiled, gathering the last of the materials on his desk, “It’s part of my job description as a teacher after all. To make sure every one of my students has what they need. And now that I know that you’re fasting, I want to make sure you’re comfortable. So you’re welcome to stay in my class for however long you want,”

or

It's Ramadhan, and Zahra found herself receiving support from the most unlikely source. Her sweet but kind of boring science teacher.

Remix of Fangirlwriting’s Career, part of their Creative Trade series

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A Failed Escape

Pairings: Anxceit

On an early December day, Janus made sure his husband wouldn’t escape his clutches. 

For the TSS Fanworks Collective server March Ado About Nothing challenge. 

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Blinded

Pairings: Prinxiety

Against all odds,

Roman found himself falling for an impossible boy.

No, scratch that. Roman had fallen in love with a star, in every sense of the word.

For the TSS Fanworks Collective server March Ado About Nothing challenge.

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Do You Think the Stars are Lonely Too

Pairings:  Unrequited Thvi, background Thomceit.

WARNING: Angst and unrequited love.

Virgil does the most selfish thing he could think of. He told Thomas that he loved him.

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You Should Go (Even If I can’t follow)

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Pairings: Platonic Analogical. 

Logan is about to do something that would be the biggest mistake of his life. Virgil intends to do something about it.

Or: One of the many times Virgil pushed his friends towards something greater.

Side story to You Hear What You Want (But You Never Wanted Me)

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You Hear What You Want (But You Never Wanted Me)

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Pairings: Thvi, unrequited prinxiety, unrequited anxceit, background Roceit

WARNING: Heavy angst, Injury, Major character death, and Unrequited love.

He remembered their eyes. Longing yet so full of doubt that felt so foreign in their expression. The emotion that had felt out of place. That felt so, so wrong. Especially in how it left Logan’s lips bitten raw in a way that made Virgil want to ball his hands into fists. How it had upturned Roman’s eyebrows in a way that made Virgil's heart queasy. How it left Janus’ jaw set hard, and Remus’ manic smile turned into a pensive frown that was so unnerving that Virgil wanted nothing more than to take them by the shoulders and shake some goddamn sense into them.

Because fuck it, doubt was the one thing they never should have had.

Perhaps that’s why Virgil, whose entire personality was the famous G-note personified, who was about as vibrant as a new moon meeting a monochrome rainbow, who had as much potential as a stationary ball, had settled to do the only thing he could. He’d push.

But perhaps it was best if he had realized something sooner.

(If you push too much, don't be surprised if there ends up being distance.)

He took a few more sips of his coffee, the invigorating contents slowly making Virgil more awake. As always, he starts his mornings early (He was awake for a few hours already) and it showed. There was no mistaking the distinct eye bags that he has despite him using some makeup. He had long given up on looking ‘fresh faced’. He did, however put some eyeshadow on that became a sort of trademark for him.

What can he do? Those eyebags were there during his adolescent days of writing poem after poem by the light of his table lamp and they were still most certainly there now, years later in adulthood. The only difference is that now, he’s in the same dreary lighting grading poem after poem. So it was safe for Virgil to say that it was definitely there to stay.

Virgil let himself make a mental checklist about the things that he needed to get done over the sink. While his hands worked near automatically at rinsing and drying his mug, his mind was whirring with his class schedule, syllabuses, and lunch plans. This was habit that both him and his twin picked up that had helped him not feel so anxious about a full day and his twin to plan out his daily life.

Moments later, the vibration of the phone in his pocket prompted him to snap out of his mental planning.

Virgil glanced at the caller ID (A single emoji of a crown) before answering. A voice that was much too bright and energetic for the rather early morning spoke up.

“Good morning, Hot Topic! I’m downstairs,”

“Mornin’ Sir Sing-a-lot.” Virgil said, much less chipper, “Wait a sec, I’ll be down,”

By the time his watch ticked to 7am Virgil was already out of his apartment, the door locked and him somewhat ready to face the day. Starting with dealing with his (endearing) morning person of a colleague, Disney songs while carpooling and all.

8:47am

Roman Prince by all accounts considered himself as someone who loved teaching. The youth is something he finds both awe and excitement in, both in their curiosity and their untapped potential. He quoted that as the reason for which he became an educator- ‘To introduce fresh eyed youth to the wonders that is literature and help them achieve their glory in life’

That, and, where else can he make people sit down, stay put and sit through him talking about Shakespeare for a whole two hours? The job was almost made for him.

In short, Roman was excited to begin another new academic year.

He did not deny himself the fact that he was pleased and everything was looking good so far. Already, there was a sizeable amount of students in front of him, scattered in clusters amongst the seating. The vast lecture hall he was using for this class was slowly going to be filled to the brim, if the class list he had were any indication.

There was still time, and Roman knew that students were trickling in with groups of twos or threes. Their chatter was like a low buzz in the background. It got louder with more students entering the hall. Roman’s focus remained on his laptop, going through the syllabus he had came up for that year with his friend and colleague one last time.  

As always, Roman would begin their first class with things such as introduction to the syllabus, assignments, and class policy. It was only the first day and Roman just wanted to get them acquainted with the subject. Nothing too heavy, in his opinion.

A few minutes past nine, Roman got up and planted himself in front of the whiteboard. With marker in hand, he began to scrawl on it with a large, loopy cursive script.

DR. ROMAN PRINCE

The students were much silent now, paying rapt attention to the impeccably dressed man in front of them.

“Good Morning class!!” Roman turned to face them, smiling wide. “I will be your lecturer for this course, an Introduction to Drama and Poetry. As you may or may not know, there is another lecturer handling the other section. So, if I’m not available, he would be taking over,”  Roman continued. “If you need any help with your assignments or you just need further input, you may also see him. I shall give you contact details for the both of us at the end of the class. Now…!-”

His smile brightened more, if that was even possible.

“-Shall we begin?”

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