#anastasia fanfiction

[trulylostgirl]

My Petersburg || Reader x Dmitry

I started this over a year ago in the peak of my Anastasia the Musical obsession and after seeing it a couple weeks ago, I got back on my Dmitry kick and decided to finish it. Just a cute little piece about our grumpy, teddy bear ♥

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I had gotten distracted when walking home and ended up in a neighborhood that I was unfamiliar with. The buildings were caving in here, some already reduced to rubble. I was just trying to retrace my steps when I heard a man call out followed by rapid gunshots. Instinct kicked in and I ducked into an alleyway as fast as possible.

The sounds of gunshots and yells echoed through the streets as I pressed myself tight against the cold brick of a building. My heart was pounding in my chest and my mind racing to find an escape route. But I didn’t know this area. The shots seemed to be getting closer and I knew that I needed to get away and now.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my arm and I let out a cry only for another hand to cover my mouth. My wide eyes met a pair of brown eyes that I knew well and Dmitry held his finger up to his mouth, signaling for me to be quiet. “Follow me,” he whispered.

Before I could even respond, he was practically dragging me further into the alley, his hand tight around my wrist. Once I had gotten my feet under me, I followed him easily as we wound through the buildings, the noises growing more and more distant.

Finally Dmitry slowed to a walk and released me. Without a word, he led me to another dilapidated building and pulled back a loose board covering an opening in the wall. He motioned for me to go in and I ducked through the hole.

Inside was minimal furniture; a table with one leg that was shorter than the others which caused it to tilt, two chairs, and a makeshift bed made of a pile of blankets.

“What the hell were you doing out there?!” Dmitry demanded, his jaw tense as he pulled his gloves off and tossed them to the side. His dark eyes never left me, though, waiting on an explanation.

“I-I was walking home from work and got distracted,” I stammered.

He mumbled something incoherently as he shook his head. “You know you can’t lower your guard out there. They may say it’s a new Russia, but we both know it’s just as dangerous as before.”

I didn’t know what to say in return so I turned my attention to my hands, my fingers twisting the fabric of my coat. Dmitry just let out a sigh and moved over to a corner of the room, retrieving something from a cabinet that I hadn’t noticed earlier.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, his voice no longer harsh.

My stomach rumbled and I quickly pressed my hands against it. Dmitry was like me; I knew he didn’t have much and I didn’t want to take even a portion of what he had. He had already done enough for me.

I shook my head, “I’m fine.”

He gave me a look as he cracked open a can of beans and set it down on the table, gesturing to the other seat. “Sit.”

I didn’t argue and quickly claimed the seat, giving him a small, but grateful smile as I took a bite. Then I pushed the can towards him so he could have some, too.

“Where were you going?” he asked after he’d taken a bite, noticeably smaller than mine.

“Home.”

“And where’s that?”

“The old Malevitch palace.” Dmitry lowered his spoon and his eyebrows furrowed once more, but I ignored it. “My old place got ransacked so some of the girls from work invited me to stay with them. It’s crowded sometimes, but it keeps me out of the streets,” I shrugged.

We ate some more of the beans in silence until there was only the sound of my spoon hitting the bottom of the can. Now that the food was gone, there was nothing to do with my hands so I once again fiddled with the hem of my jacket.

“Well, um...I should head out. Thanks for the beans and uh...you know, helping me out back there,” I stammered, my eyes intently glued to the table. I managed to look up and send him a quick, tight smile before pushing the chair back to stand. The legs made a horrible scraping noise against the stone floor.

“You’re not going out there,” Dmitry spoke calmly, pausing me in my place. “It’s too dark out there now for you to be walking alone.”

I laughed without humor and rolled my eyes. “I can handle myself. I’ve been doing it for years.”

But he already knew that. We’d met when we were young; he was at the key selling stolen souvenirs to unknowing tourists, using his charm and that dimple to sucker them in. I, on the other hand, was singing for whatever money I could get in hopes of managing enough for a decent meal. I hated having to steal.

Now here we were, two orphans now turned into adults still scraping by and trying to survive in this “new” Russia.

“I know you can,” Dmitry scoffed. “But it doesn’t mean you have to. Stay here tonight and you can head home tomorrow.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he gave me a look that had me clamping it shut again. There were just times that you didn’t argue with him. “You can have the bed,” he nodded towards the makeshift pallet before stepping over to poke at the small fire he had going. It didn’t heat the place much, but it was something.

I gave in and did as he told me to, walking over to sit on the pallet so I could untie my boots. By the time I’d laid down and pulled a blanket over myself, Dmitry had slipped back on his coat and was sitting in one of the chairs, arms crossed tightly over his chest. I would’ve said something about him sleeping there, but again...there were times you didn’t argue. So I just closed my eyes and sleep found me quickly.

I didn’t notice that I was shivering that badly; it was an almost nightly occurrence. But apparently my teeth starting chattering loud enough that it woke Dmitry. I only stirred when I felt the blanket lift behind me and I cowered from the cool breeze it let in. But then it was around me once more and there was a new warmth pressed against my back. I cracked my eyes open and peeked over my shoulder, only to be met by a head of shaggy, brown hair.

If I said anything in the morning, Dmitry would surely deny it, so I just enjoyed his warmth while I had it and was able to settle back into one of the best sleeps I’d had in long time.

#dmitry #dimitri #dmitry x reader #anastasia #anastasia the musical #dmitry x anya #dmitry fanfiction #anastasia fanfiction #dmitry oneshot #anastasia oneshot

[ldflow3r]

spontaneously watched an anastasia slime tutorial the other day and ever since i've been crying over dimya fics on ao3

if yall have any recommendations pls send them to me i need feels

#anastasia musical #anastasia broadway #slime tutorial #broadway slime tutorial #dimya #anya x dimitri #anya #dmitry #dimitri #ao3 #archive of our own #anastasia fanfic #anastasia fanfiction #anastasia

[starrysky-whumpfics]

Okay okay! It’s not whump! But for my Anastasia fans! I have an idea for a fanfic! The inspiration for this is a twist on Cinderella, specifically Rodgers and Hammerstein

For context before I delve more in, the main ship of the fic will be Anya and Dmitry, though the cast may not seem to reflect that!

Cast:

Cinderella - Anya

The Prince - Gleb

Herald - Vlad

Stepsisters - Marfa and Paulina

Fairy Godmother - Lily

Dmitry is basically playing a new role in the story. But in terms of placement, most of the prince’s songs and role would be given to him. Such as Ten Minutes Ago, and Do I Love You Because You’re Beautiful, and so on

Summary/Synopsis?

The prince is giving a ball! Every eligible young lady is eager to be in attendance, as the prince is searching for a wife to wed! Anya lives with Marfa and Paulina, as her only family passed away when she was a child. In exchange, she does the chores and the work around the small cottage. She spends her work dreaming though of finding love and adventure. With help from Lily, Anya is able to find herself in attendance at the ball! She immediately catches the eye of Prince Gleb, who is enchanted instantly by her beauty. Dmitry, also in attendance at the ball, recognizes the young woman as she dances on the arm of Gleb, and whisks her away when the Prince is turned away. Anya and Dmitry share a magical evening, dancing the night away in the gardens, until Anya is forced to flee the ball. Leaving behind only a shoe. Gleb is determined to find the beautiful girl that he danced with, and declares a kingdom wide search until the girl is found! Eventually, his future princess is found, but is her heart already spoken for?

#anastasia broadway #anastasia musical #cinderella #cinderella au #anastasia fanfiction #fanfiction #fan fiction idea #rodgers and hammerstein #broadway #musical theater fandom #musical theatre #dimya fic #dimya #anya and dmitry #I need Anya and Dmitry to sing Do I Love You Because You’re Beautiful #it fits them so well

[raesreadingcorner]

Anastasia F/F retelling

Something people should know is that one of my favourite musicals is Anastasia. And after having ‘In a Crowd of Thousands’ stuck in my head, and knowing I need to get back into writing, I came up with this! (Instead of working on my WIP... but hey, writing is writing!)

I also haven’t shared my writing on tumblr since like 2016 so... be gentle lol

Word Count: 1,116 (Didn’t look over so there may be spelling errors) Song: In a Crowd of thousands from Anastasia the Musical (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWYpXfAzbrc)

In A Crowd of Thousands

“It was June,”

Dimi spoke softly after wrapping her companion back in the abandoned blanket. She picked up the pillow from the ground, where it must have fallen after Ana’s disturbance and placed it back on the bed.

Nightmares. It was always nightmares. Dimi was surprised that Ana woke her instead of the other way around. Her delirium lasted only seconds until she heard the crying, recognising Ana’s voice beneath the whimpers. 

She held Ana closely. Closer than they’d ever been on their journey. They were never so close except for the colder nights on the train and abandoned buildings they hid and slept in. 

When Ana calmed down, cries and whimpers falling into steadied breathing and tired hums, she lulled Dimi into a conversation about the lost princess.

The main reason for their journey, but something both parties evaded talking about. Dimi paused her stroking of Ana’s hair at the question, glancing down at the woman in her hold to make sure it was what she really wanted to talk about. When Ana held no worry or unease, Dimi settled and nodded,

“What would you like to know?”

Ana’s gaze travelled down to a sly piece of hair that fell from Dimi’s braid resting against her cheek. It curled and moved as Dimi’s head tilted when she asked the question.

“When did you first see her?”

Dimi’s gaze drifted away as she stared out into the night sky through the broken window of their room. She could picture the day clearly. The summer heat was just about right. Warm enough that the water was the perfect temperature to dip her toes into. She didn’t need a jacket either, which Dimi preferred. Her mother scolded her earlier that day when she all about ran out of the house without her shoes on. Her bare feet padded towards the lake close to their home as she grabbed their woven basket and started her chores. 

She rushed to do it all; the washing, the hanging, sweeping their house and helping prepare the vegetable for their dinner later. Her mother smiled at her eagerness to get things done, even if it wasn’t for her love of the chores themselves.

The princess was passing through their town, and Dimi was determined to see her. Just once.

“I was ten,” Dimi tried to continue but paused as Ana raised her hand, catching the thread of hair between her thumb and forefinger and threading it behind Dimi’s ear,

“I’m sure you were a troublesome ten-year-old,” she giggled and Dimi smiled, rolling her eyes,

“I thought you wanted to hear this,” she softly scolded. Ana zipped her mouth shut. When she knew that Ana was listening once again, Dimi continued, “anyway,”

“I was dressed in my best clothes, a deep blue dress that my mother made and boots that I despised but I didn’t want to be stopped from leaving, so I put them on to keep my mother happy. I ran through the town, dodging carts and people carrying loaves of bread, cheese and all other kinds of delicious foods that I didn’t have the money for. The smells were wonderful, sweet and savoury, I could almost taste the food in the air and I found my hand nabbing a pastry when no one was looking.”

Ana smirked, “Thief.”

Dimi shrugged, not denying the title.

“The further I moved into the town, the crowds grew bigger. In my eyes, I thought there had to be at least a thousand people here in my small town. It sure felt like it. I was dodging and pushing past so many eager people. My heart leapt when I was able to see the princess's cart moving closer to where I was standing, and I don’t know why, where I was would have given me a place to see her, but I was drawn closer, I needed to be closer.”

Dimi’s hand stilled in Ana’s hair as she gazed off into the empty room. The tattered piece of fabric that acted as a lame curtain flittered softly in the night breeze. Dimi felt herself shiver. Ana began tracing shapes on the hand that wasn’t in her hair. Feeling this new sensation, Dimi looked down realising she stopped talking out of nowhere.

“I travelled further into the crowds, ducking beneath elbows until I looked up and I saw her.”

Ana held her breath, “Princess Anastasia?”

Dimi nodded, “She sat straight as a queen,” she marvelled at the memory, “only eight but just like her siblings, she looked so proud and serene. All around me people were cheering, and clapping as her older siblings waved to the crowd, but all I could do was stare. At her. I was caught in a trance, surrounded by a crowd of thousands.”

Dimi’s eyes flashed back to that day, watching as the carriage moved along and she started to run, to call out Anastasia’s name as she tried not to get stopped by the crowds around her. She told all of this to Ana, but no words could properly describe her feelings at that moment in time, the adrenaline, the hope that the Princess would see her, notice her, and she did. Dimi made sure that she did.

“Anastasia looked around at the crowd until her eyes met mine. I was out of breath as I tried to keep up. The crowds were getting heavier as the carriage moved, and I started to lose my footing, I couldn’t keep up with the carriage or its passengers any longer. I reached out with my hand as if the Princess would grab it and take me with her, away from the town that I called home. Away and to something else entirely new and spectacular. I didn’t want to see her go.

But as my hand was reaching out at this impossibility, I looked up and saw Anastasia.

She smiled at me.

And then I-

And then I left.” Dimi ended, hand moving from Ana’s hair to pick at the barely-together threads of the mattress.

“You left. Just like that?”

Ana asked curiously and Dimi nodded not meeting her eye.

“I got my wish, I was able to see her, and then, I had to go back to my normal life.”

“And now you’re here, with me. The not-so-real but pretending to be real Anastasia.”

Dimi hummed.

“I wish I could have met you then,” Ana mused trying to catch Dimi’s eye, “I would have whisked you away like you wanted, even if those pesky guards that I’m sure were protecting us would have tried to stop me.”

That brought a smile to Dimi’s lips, “You would?”

“I would.”

#Anastasia musical #anastasia #writing #sapphic retelling #sapphic writing #anastasia fanfiction #no beta #no beta we die like the Romanov family #anastasia broadway #anastasia musical fanfiction #Christy altomare #queer writer #I should be writing my WIP but I did this instead #enjoy #writers of tumblr #lgbt writers #queer writers of tumblr #fanfiction #queer fanfiction #queer retelling #anastasia romanov

[chaoticspeedrun]

me as i encourage Leo and MC to keep bickering: oh my god just KISS already /lh

The MC is Leo's biggest bully and they met yesterday.

This was meant to be a doodle and turned into my best drawing of Leo so far I think, lmao.

#ask #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt #rise leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt interactive fic #interactive fic #interactive fiction #rottmnt dating sim #tmnt dating sim #dating sim #doodle #rottmnt comic #rottmnt anastasia au #anastasia au #tmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #Leo anastasia au

[joyousgeekeryart]

Finally decided to upload this unfinished Steven Universe AU comic I sketched out in 2020 that went along with the animatic I made.

The premise was that the Diamonds found out about Steven’s existence earlier than canon and stole him away as a small child. The Diamonds retrieve Spinel for Steven to have a playmate, though she initially doesn’t believe Steven isn’t just Pink playing another cruel trick on her. It takes some sort of small but scary accident to prove to Spinel that this is a human (because gems don’t bleed), and she slowly warms up to him after that. (More notes if you’re interested under the cut.)

I had the plot laid out roughly as Steven seeking answers to his cryptic repetitive dreams, then hearing the Diamonds converse about Earth. The planet name sounds familiar so he winds up chasing Peridot to Earth and to the warp hub, warping from there and finding a half built beach house (which the Crystal Gems and Greg couldn’t bring themselves to finish after Steven’s kidnapping) and knowing it seems familiar but not knowing WHY. Steven meets and befriends Connie, there’s some almost-encounters with the Crystal Gems, but ultimately Peridot catches Steven and Spinel and says she won’t report a Diamond but they know they’d all be in trouble if they get caught so everyone keeps their mouth shut and go back to Homeworld.

Steven returns in secret to see Connie, but this time the Crystal Gems warp back in time to see him, attempting to stop his escape. Steven believes himself to be in danger and Spinel warps in at the wrong time, also assuming the same. Garnet says something that sparks a memory in Steven, but before he gets answers, Spinel springs into action to get him out of the perceived harm’s way and they return to Homeworld. Pearl and Amethyst make to follow through the warp, but Garnet stops them, saying if they follow, they would be shattered, and that Steven would return.

(That’s the tldr of it but here’s my chapter plans up to where I stopped working on it. I never officially typed it up but hopefully it’s legible.)

#Steven Universe #AU #comic #fan comic #fanart #SU #Spinel #Pink Diamond #Alexandrite #Rose Quartz #fanfiction #outline #sketches #discontinued #I know this idea has been done before #but tbf I didn’t get into this show until late 2019 #and by then everything had already been explored #so I said oh well and did it anyway #kinda wanted Anastasia vibes #lost princess remembering her past #heartfelt reunions #the whole shebang #my art #also oof these sketches are rough #3 years has changed my art a lot

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

“Brunito?”

“Hm?”

“I was thinking,” Alma said. “It’s about time we update the mural. We still need to include you and Tonito.”

Goodness, Bruno had completely forgotten about the mural. He’d need to add himself and Antonio; he certainly needed to update Isabela’s appearance. Honestly, with everything that had happened he just hadn’t thought about it. But as soon as she said it, an old idea came back to him.

“About that,” he said. “I was wondering…Could I add Papá too?”

For a terrible moment, he thought Alma was about to cry. Indeed, her eyes watered and her lip trembled…But she took his hand and nodded.

“Sí,” his mamá said softly. “That’s a lovely idea.”

*

In which there's loose ends to tie up. Senora Rojas continues to heal and the Madrigals continue to find their way. Dolores has a confession to make.

#how bright you burn (how brave you've been) #not so anastasia au #encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #i lived bitch #i'm back! #bruno madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #mariano guzman #encanto ocs #update #new chapter #next chapter #la casa madrigal #casita #my writing #la familia madrigal

[izloveshorses]

Remind Me

ao3

It was even darker down here, but once her eyes adjusted she could just make out the silhouette of his profile. She rushed down as fast as she dared, needing to make sure she wasn’t just seeing what she wanted to see.

“Dmitry?”

“Hey,” he croaked. She reached him, kneeling beside him, touching his face. Her eyes adjusted more to see his lips pulling at the corners. His face, though caked in a layer of dust, was, as always, too handsome and smug for his own good. “You okay?”

The question was so ridiculous coming from him she wanted to laugh. “Can you move?”

“I’m a bit stuck,” he said, the sound of metal creaking and fabric shifting.

She could make out jagged masses around them, stone and concrete and steel, the bones of the building exposed. The fact that he hadn’t been crushed— that neither of them had been crushed, really— was probably a miracle. But she probably shouldn’t speak too soon.

read on ao3!

#dimya #my writing #fanfiction #anastasia #anastasia broadway #nobody really asked for a whumpy wwii home front au but. here <3

[a-strange-inkling]

is there anything from the anastasia au you can show us?

Yes! Just a little! ✨🎻

Murray all but throws her into him and Eddie just manages to catch her by the waist between his hands with a short grunt. The tips of his thumbs and middle fingers are almost touching. It makes him falter a little, just how small she is, makes him wonder how long she’s gone without. He can feel her sharp intake of breath at the impact between the ridges of her ribs, her palms landing firmly on his chest.

Blood rushes fast to his face the moment she lifts her gaze up to him nervously. Those ridiculously large blue eyes, fathomless and unguarded, staring straight into him. That full lower lip hanging open in wordless surprise. His mouth goes dry. “I uhh…” he looks down at his feet bashfully. “I don’t know how.” But when she instinctively moves to pull away from him, his fingers curl around her, his thumb circling soothingly over the fabric of her new dress.

Don’t go.

“Well, she needs a partner to practice,” Murray argues dismissively, winding the gramophone. An old sultry waltz began to keen across the deck. “Princess Katerina loved to dance.”

I know she did, Eddie thinks quietly to himself, a wave of sadness washing over him as Chrissy meets his gaze thoughtfully once more, remembering the little girl who filled the palace with her sweet laughter, dancing the night away when they would hold balls in the grand hall.

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #anastasia au #he’s so torn poor guy #he’s falling for chrissy but he feels like he’s betraying his first love #she’s the same person eddie!!!!

[anna-scribbles]

Hello!! How are you in this beautiful day on earth??

I was wondering if you have a fanfic masterlist? Because I am currently obsessed with your fics and would like to binge read them :)

Thanks!! <3

hi you’re so sweet!! i don’t have too many fics on my ao3 right now but they are:

call it even - joint fic with @sha-nwa

3/11 chapters, 19k so far, ongoing (updates on tuesdays & fridays!)

AU, ladynoir enemies / adrinette dating

After a year of dating, there is one thing Marinette knows for certain: it's her and Adrien against the world. Through it all, Adrien is kind, patient, and endlessly understanding—even as she tries her best to keep her secret superhero identity hidden from him along with the rest of the world. Nothing could ruin it, not even the supervillains of Paris: Hawkmoth and Chat Noir.

golden (like daylight)

2/2 chapters, 13k

contemplative, prose-y, loosely-linear story about adrien loving marinette (my adrinette thesis. basically)

Friendship, Adrien decided, shaking off the mental image of Marinette’s hurricane eyes and hesitant mouth, parted in a small, careful “o.” He had a very strong friendship with Marinette. That was all. or Adrien thinks a lot about words, love, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

circles & cycles (right back where you started)

one shot, 2k

deleted marichat balcony scene from golden

She shouldn’t have still been up, but she was. Circles under her eyes, circle in the sky. She stood at the balcony rail tranquil and unhurried, light and air and sound all bending to the soft shape of her profile, the gentle slope of her neck. The dark made Chat restless but it framed Marinette like a painting.

at our wedding

one shot, 4k

adrien & chloe's complicated friendship through the years (feat. hypothetical platonic wedding planning

“Chloé,” Adrien said slowly, “At our wedding, are we gonna have to…” “No!” Chloé shook her head firmly. “We don’t have to kiss. We can do whatever we want. It’s our wedding.” “Oh, good,” Adrien sighed. “You have to kiss at a wedding,” Félix argued. “I don’t have to do anything and you’re not the boss of me!” Chloé shouted. “Yeah!” Adrien grinned. He grabbed Chloé’s hand again. “Yeah, it’s our wedding.”

no other shade of blue, but you

one shot, 1k

unrequited adrinette blues

There was something entrancing, though, about such a natural and uncomplicated smile on Adrien Agreste’s face. It wouldn’t have sold anybody anything; it wasn’t for anyone but himself. And her, Marinette’s mind supplied. It’s for her too. And Marinette had to know, suddenly. She had to know like she had to breathe. “What’s she like?”

#asks #ml #ml fic rec #I should make a my writing tag. one day #I do write a lot it just hardly ever gets finished enough to leave the google doc #and make it onto the fanfiction website #to my anastasia au with a fully fleshed out outline and a first chapter and a half....sorry girl #one day #call it even is easier bc abby makes deadlines for me<3 #if I miss them I have to email her and ask for an extension #anyway thanks for the ask:) I like writing #anna rambles

[infiniteimaginings]

✩𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘔𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵✩

Started: February 7th, 2024 Updated: February 7th, 2024

The specific movies owned by Disney that I write for!

Disney Channel Movies

Descendants High School Musical Lemonade Mouth Zombies

Disney Animated Movies

Anastasia Atlantis: The Lost Empire Big Hero Six Frozen Tangled The Hunchback of Notre Dame Treasure Planet

#disney movies x reader #disney x reader #disney fanfiction #descendants x reader #high school musical x reader #lemonade mouth x reader #zombies x reader #anastasia x reader #atlantix x reader #atlantis: the lost empire x reader #big hero six x reader #frozen x reader #tangled x reader #the hunchback of notre dame x reader #treasure planet x reader #descendants #high school musical #lemonade mouth #zombies #anastasia #atlantis #atlantis: the lost empire #big hero six #frozen #tangled #the hunchback of notre dame #treasure planet

[ldflow3r]

bitches be like "oh i need more dimya hurt comfort post-canon in my life!"

it's me. Im bitches

#this meme is so dead #ig i'll pretend like it's not #dimya #anastasia #anastasia the musical #anastasia fanfiction #anastasia fanfic #dimya fanfic #dimya hurt comfort #hurt comfort #pls give me fic recs #post-cannon #this is a desperate plea

[louissatturi]

Guys i want to do a spiderbit fanfic inspired in the anastasia musical (and animated movie) so i wanted to ask a simple question

Witch qsmp character could be gleb? I wanted to keep this storyline but unfortunately i don’t have any idea on witch character could fill his shoes

#qsmp #also for more context cellbit is getting the role of anastasia while roier is dimitri #qsmp fanfic #qsmp fanfiction #spiderbit #guapoduo

[lesuccube]

➚ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐊 𝐃 : ᴀᴜ-ᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ — ʙᴏᴏ !

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — wanting to be with someone so bad you bring them back from the dead should be a superpower .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — dark trojan [ read at your own risk ! ]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — not beta'd , constructive criticism is welcomed . reblogs and comments are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 1.7k

jonathan levy wasn't the most social person. he has friends yes but a very small and tight knit one. he's made friends throughout his life, a few long lasting relationships and some cut short, some drifted apart, others were drawn closer. jonathan levy wasn't the most social person but he knew how to hold them close to his heart.

when jonathan was 16, he made a friend in highschool. she was in some of his classes, a quiet soul. he's never seen her with a circle of her own, oftentimes seen alone and within herself only. he's never dared ask anyways but he still made friends with her. after much difficulty attempting to get more than a word as an answer.

she was silent, almost mute if not for her snarky one liners. but she was kind. he didn't have to see it to know, he just did. he can feel it behind the seemingly impenetrable wall of sass.

nobody else in class would approach her or talk to her unless they were forced to. the odd number of kids in his class made it so she was usually just by herself but it's never as if she minded it. if anything, she looked happier that way not that he'd seen her actually happy. always scowling, lips curled downwards to a frown.

but they were friends. at least jonathan liked to think they were. and they stayed that way for some time, friends, save for the budding seed of love in his heart. he liked her. he likes her a lot he thinks.

she'll never say it back. she never really says much of anything back unless it's a groan or a huff, a yes, no or maybe but never a proper sentence. all throughout highschool they stayed that way, unchanging. for her part mostly. jonathan liked her too much, his childish crush too intense for his teenage heart.

and graduation happened, a new chapter waiting for them already and he's not ready yet. he hasn't told her yet, he hasn't felt her yet. unable to move past the final sentence unless he's said everything that needed to be said. but ultimately, he's a coward. too scared of rejection, of hearing that cold tone of her voice as she tells him no.

so he does something else.

slipping an envelope that contained a few pages of his love to her bag. a proclamation, a dedication. his heart was hers even if she didn't want it. but he never got an answer back. not after the ceremony, not during summer vacation, not while he was in college, not even while he got married years later.

she stayed a ghost in the back of his mind. a haunting. a silhouette that passes through his neurons and shifting his train of thought to her station. daydreaming, wondering. how was she now?

maybe she got married too. maybe she's got her whole life ahead her now. she was a promising student after all despite her silence. does she think of him too like he thinks of her? he hopes so. he really does.

does it count as cheating that he thought about her even when he has a wife? a child of his own? he never told mira but he made her a godmother to ava. her daughter calls her her invisible auntie. or a ghost. she's never seen her, but she's heard stories. on nights her father would tell her about his past. she was always a part of it somehow, this mysterious woman. ava wants to meet her, her daddy does too.

jonathan realizes quite late in life that he's never had a picture of her. even if he scours the internet, scrolling hours and hours through old classmates' facebook profile or old albums of his time as a teen. not an image, not a trace. a ghost. like she wasn't even real.

maybe she wasn't. the way he can't find her facebook profile, nor instagram. he'd ask around but he thinks that might send a wrong message. he's got a lot on his plate already with his wife's affair and everything. plus he has a daughter.

so why was he trying so hard? why did he still preserve her in his memories? why can't he let her go?

was it because she listened to him despite never sharing things of her own? or that she'd correct his answers by showing her paper to him during an exam? or because even after all these years he longs for her silence? a peace of mind he only ever knew when he sat next to her. he still wants her. even after all this time. maybe she's all he ever wanted, his little ava too of course.

maybe he thinks about her too much that he's seeing her while he was awake too. that's why he's seeing her standing in front of him in the darkness of his living room. hasn't aged a day, still so beautiful, still so quiet.

maybe he's just tired. yeah, maybe. but then why does he approach her figure? hell, why doesn't he question how she even got in? but all that faded from his mind as he stands in front of her. a few inches taller, enough for him to have to look down to see her.

angelic, he'd describe her. unreal.

"where have you been?" was all he could ask her, voice hushed to a whisper as his wife and daughter slept in the floor above them.

a period of silence falls between them, jonathan refuses to blink or she'll be gone. she will be. he's thinking her up, a figure of his imagination for sure. and in a way, he was right.

there's so much he wants to tell her, enough that his mind fumbles for the right words to say but they never arrive. his voice stuck in his throat. instead she hears her, that same cold voice, just one word, one line. never two or three or too much to call it a sentence. but to him, her voice was sweet like a treat he can't get enough of. the word was bitter but to him it sounded much like salvation.

'where have you been?' the question hangs in the air longer than it should.

"dead."

he knows it's in a literal sense, not one for humor. it's dark out, well past midnight. unable to sleep with his thoughts plagued by the woman in front of him, thinking about her so much she's here now. she was a ghost, she haunts him, follows him from the corner of his periphery. a blur in the background but he knew it was her.

for the first time though he hears her talk longer than a word. her voice cuts in the silence like a knife to his wounded heart but he doesn't mind. he doesn't seem to mind a lot of things when it comes to her.

"you haunt me." she tells him. angry, spiteful. "i can't leave because of you. you're cruel, jonathan." oh how his name sounded so good when she says it. addictive, he wants to hear it again. "let me go."jonathan levy wasn't the most social person. he has friends yes but a very small and tight knit one. he's made friends throughout his life, a few long lasting relationships and some cut short, some drifted apart, others were drawn closer.

he made his heart her home. a place she didn't want to be, she never asked to be. she's chained, trapped in the memory of his past. he'd never close this chapter. he's bookmarked it to read back through.

she took the space in his heart for anyone else, not even mira. he packed her bags up and threw her out just so she could have it all to herself, his heart. it's hers, he's hers.

she didn't want it, not back then and not even now. her heart burdened for long enough she quit. her heart was vacant for long enough, for lease, for sale, for bulldozing. her heart can't be a home even if she wanted it to be. she was young but she wasn't stupid. to let him in was to stay, she didn't want to stay. she left, permanently. but she's back because he's tied her down, chained her to his soul.

"let me go." she repeats. he should, he couldn't, he wouldn't. "never." he answers. confident, unyielding.

"i will haunt you." hateful almost as she speaks, eyes squinted to a glare. but jonathan was a hungry man, starving for a love can never have in life or in death so he'll take whatever crumbs he could get his hands on even if it was only a memory of her, even if it meant her soul stayed in this world. he'd take anything as long as he can see her, remember her. he wanted her, jonathan needed her. desperate and clawing at him, tearing down his logic and reason.

crazy. insane. out of his mind. she spewed harsh insults he takes as sweet compliments. anything that falls from her lips are anything but sweet, in his mind at least. she can hurt him all she wants, however her ghost wanted, but he'd still say thank you. like hansel and gretel, he'll eat her up, craving her hate wrapped as a sugary treat and swallow it whole and still want more. unhealthy and yet too good to not have.

"then haunt me. stay with me. even if you're not real, a ghost or an image my mind conjured. be with me however you are, i'll take what i can get my hands on so stay."

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Read my Leo x reader Anastasia AU, the intro has just been updated: LINK TO GAME.

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Story Summary: Eight years ago, the Destiny Islands fell to darkness. The royal family was viciously slain when Lord Xehanort and the sinister Organization XIII used dark magic to take the throne. Except...

There are rumors on the islands. Rumors that young Prince Sora may have survived.

When the prince's betrothed, Princess Kairi of Radiant Garden, offers a reward for his safe return, Riku decides to seize the opportunity to leave the doomed islands once and for all. At the same time, an orphan named Skye sets out to discover his forgotten past in the hopes of finding his family-and his future.

Kingdom Hearts Anastasia AU.

Ships: Sora/Riku/Kairi, Aqua/Terra, Roxas/Namine, Axel/Saix

Rating: G

Warnings: Angst, Trauma, Memory Loss, Violence, Harm to Children, Psycological Trauma

Chapter Summary: Thanks to Riku's persistance, Skye and Princess Kairi finally meet... It was truly amazing how something that took so much time and work to build could fall apart in a matter of minutes.  Riku was still reeling from how fast everything had fallen apart for him as he stood alone outside of the theater. The play had ended a while ago, and after hearing what had happened, Donald and Goofy had rushed back to the hotel in the hopes of catching up with Skye. Riku knew it wouldn’t do any good though. Any trust they might’ve built with him over the past few days had been completely and irreparably broken; not a single thing any of them could say or do would be enough to change his mind now.  He should have known this was never going to work. His plan had seemed so simple, so straightforward when he’d first devised it. But everything had changed when Skye, when the real Sora showed up like the answer to a question he’d stopped asking years ago. Suddenly, it was no longer about him and his selfish longing to see Kairi again. It was about giving Sora back everything he deserved to have, his past, his crown, his kingdom, and all of the things that came along with them. 

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