A fic is here!
A plotbunny that I've had in my head ever since I got hold of the soundtrack to the movie Anastasia yesterday, which I got from itrinity_music. Finally got it written down. Warning: this may make you cry. Don't say I didn't warn you. *puts out tissue boxes*
Title: Hardest Thing
Author: Lauren or lkwreader
Fandom: Anastasia
Pairing: One sided Dimitri/Anya.
Rating: K.
Disclaimer: Nothing from Anastasia belongs to me, it all belongs to 20th Century Fox. I don’t even own a copy of the movie *weeps*
Warnings: none.
Spoilers: after the point in the movie where Dimitri realizes that Anya is really the real Princess Anastasia, but before they run off together.
Notes: References aforementioned events in the movie. Partially inspired by the song ‘At the Beginning’ from the movie’s soundtrack.
Summary: He already had to let her go once. Having to do it again just might kill him.
I grew up dirt poor. The only reason I was even working in the palace kitchen is because that was where my parents worked. I was always there, helping them, and it was an easier way for them to keep track of me. Every so often, but not too often, I would follow my parents out when they delivered foods and catch a quick glimpse of the royal family. It was one of those times that I first saw her. My parents had said that she was the same age as her, but she looked wise beyond her years. By her, I mean of course the youngest Grand Duchess, Anastasia. I admired her from afar, not letting anyone know of my feelings. Because of course, who would approve of a romance between a member of the royal family and a lowly kitchen boy? No one, and I was all too aware of that fact.
That night that the palace was attacked, it was the least I could do to help her and her beloved Grandmamma escape the palace. As she darted back, trying to rescue her precious music box, I wanted to desperately follow her. But due to my status as kitchen boy, I had no business following the Dowager Empress and the youngest princess. So I pushed her back into the passage and protected the entrance from the invaders. After I woke up, I kept the music box, as a remembrance of the girl I had once loved.
I was never really sure if she had survived, since the gossip was so persistent that she had escaped. When I first heard of the reward the Dowager Empress was offering, 10 long years later, I thought not only of the reward, but perhaps the chance to discover if she really was alive.
When I first met Anya, my mouth dropped open, mostly due to the resemblance to the younger version of her in the portrait that she was standing in front of. I told myself, It couldn’t be. I simply assumed that she was an excellent actress, who knew the legend of Anastasia better than even I and Vladimir knew it.
But it all changed when Sophie asked her the question of how she escaped. Anya went into almost a dreamlike state, recalling a story of a kitchen boy opening a secret passage. It was then that I was realized that the real Princess Anastasia was sitting in front of me and I couldn’t believe it at first. But she didn’t realize that I was that kitchen boy, from almost 10 years ago. As I excused myself to go outside, I realized that history was repeating itself. Here I was, in love with this girl who turned out to simply be an older version of my childhood crush. I smacked myself on the forehead, I shouldn’t have let this happen. But I had fallen for her spunk, independent spirit and beauty.
But I knew that I had to let her go. Sure, I would help her reunite with her Grandmamma, but then I would have to leave her life. After all, the situation was worse than before, since now I was a conman. And after all, who’s going to approve of a romance between the last surviving princess of Russia and a conman? It broke my heart, but I had to do it. There was no other option, I told myself. It was simply the way things had to be. That didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt like hell to do it, though.
Reviews and feedback are greatly appreciated. This is my first time writing for this fandom, and I hope you like it.
Going to sleep now, since I have 2 tests and a paper due tomorrow (and I still have to write the majority of the paper).
--Lauren
p.s. how come the song on the soundtrack "The Dark of the Night", which I find scary, is the one I keep repeating?
Title: Hardest Thing
Author: Lauren or lkwreader
Fandom: Anastasia
Pairing: One sided Dimitri/Anya.
Rating: K.
Disclaimer: Nothing from Anastasia belongs to me, it all belongs to 20th Century Fox. I don’t even own a copy of the movie *weeps*
Warnings: none.
Spoilers: after the point in the movie where Dimitri realizes that Anya is really the real Princess Anastasia, but before they run off together.
Notes: References aforementioned events in the movie. Partially inspired by the song ‘At the Beginning’ from the movie’s soundtrack.
Summary: He already had to let her go once. Having to do it again just might kill him.
I grew up dirt poor. The only reason I was even working in the palace kitchen is because that was where my parents worked. I was always there, helping them, and it was an easier way for them to keep track of me. Every so often, but not too often, I would follow my parents out when they delivered foods and catch a quick glimpse of the royal family. It was one of those times that I first saw her. My parents had said that she was the same age as her, but she looked wise beyond her years. By her, I mean of course the youngest Grand Duchess, Anastasia. I admired her from afar, not letting anyone know of my feelings. Because of course, who would approve of a romance between a member of the royal family and a lowly kitchen boy? No one, and I was all too aware of that fact.
That night that the palace was attacked, it was the least I could do to help her and her beloved Grandmamma escape the palace. As she darted back, trying to rescue her precious music box, I wanted to desperately follow her. But due to my status as kitchen boy, I had no business following the Dowager Empress and the youngest princess. So I pushed her back into the passage and protected the entrance from the invaders. After I woke up, I kept the music box, as a remembrance of the girl I had once loved.
I was never really sure if she had survived, since the gossip was so persistent that she had escaped. When I first heard of the reward the Dowager Empress was offering, 10 long years later, I thought not only of the reward, but perhaps the chance to discover if she really was alive.
When I first met Anya, my mouth dropped open, mostly due to the resemblance to the younger version of her in the portrait that she was standing in front of. I told myself, It couldn’t be. I simply assumed that she was an excellent actress, who knew the legend of Anastasia better than even I and Vladimir knew it.
But it all changed when Sophie asked her the question of how she escaped. Anya went into almost a dreamlike state, recalling a story of a kitchen boy opening a secret passage. It was then that I was realized that the real Princess Anastasia was sitting in front of me and I couldn’t believe it at first. But she didn’t realize that I was that kitchen boy, from almost 10 years ago. As I excused myself to go outside, I realized that history was repeating itself. Here I was, in love with this girl who turned out to simply be an older version of my childhood crush. I smacked myself on the forehead, I shouldn’t have let this happen. But I had fallen for her spunk, independent spirit and beauty.
But I knew that I had to let her go. Sure, I would help her reunite with her Grandmamma, but then I would have to leave her life. After all, the situation was worse than before, since now I was a conman. And after all, who’s going to approve of a romance between the last surviving princess of Russia and a conman? It broke my heart, but I had to do it. There was no other option, I told myself. It was simply the way things had to be. That didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt like hell to do it, though.
Reviews and feedback are greatly appreciated. This is my first time writing for this fandom, and I hope you like it.
Going to sleep now, since I have 2 tests and a paper due tomorrow (and I still have to write the majority of the paper).
--Lauren
p.s. how come the song on the soundtrack "The Dark of the Night", which I find scary, is the one I keep repeating?