Compilation of oneshots that are ships/non-ships(AU's)
You will have to click around a bit to find what you want to read, even I don't remember which title means which ship/non ship, potential TW/CW in scenes are explained in the not-chapter!
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Athanasia, now six, sits at the long dining table, maids rotating in and out of the kitchens as they placed her favorites near her- to no avail.
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Claude nonchalantly picked up pieces from the various meats and salads, putting his choices on her plate, piling it up high as she tried to refuse, ending up eating it anyways with a, "Well, whatever shall I do?" type of attitude.
Across from her is Anastasius, actively trying to make her laugh and failing miserably as she turned her nose up at his antics.
She watches him shrivel a bit, and she grants him a little reprieve as she pushes the bowl of his favorite fruit towards him in an effort to ease his exaggerated pain.
He lights up, and she puts her lips into a grave line, a mirror replica of Claude's, but lets the sun catch on her necklace- a gift from him for one of her birthdays.
Claude's stern voice breaks the silent banter between uncle and niece, "Enough, you two."
Athanasia focuses her attention on her father, blinking innocently, as if trying to get out of a situation in which she had been 'fraternizing with the enemy.'
Claude sighs, Athanasia knowing that he's just full of empty threats towards them, and he asks, "Athanasia, do you want friends?"
Her mouth opens, taken aback by the question as she was older on the inside, and her intelligence here did reflect that.
She had thought of Lily and Felix as her friends, but certainly, that wasn't normal for a kid her age, but she didn't want nor need friends who craved her wealth and power by becoming her playmate.
What would be the difference between saying, "Yes, papa!" and buying friends?
She doesn't say anything, but the look on her face must have said volumes because her father didn't bother asking her again, instead wondering aloud how her studies have been going.
She giggles and chatters about her recent up taking of Sycansia's language, not seeing the glances he and her uncle exchanged.
She doesn't think about it even as she studies into the night, wiping away the tears that came as she yawned.
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