#dunya x polly

[satinechristian]

just some updates from the past few days: 

back & forth (sneaking in your bed): chapter 7: dimya actor au enemies to friends to secretly married

you drew stars around my scars: chapter 3: part of the death by a thousand cuts series. dimya road trip.

time is taking its sweet time erasing you: december 2020 ficlet: modern au in the universe created by @goldpieces

one single thread of gold tied me to you: dunya x paulina law school au. background dimya.

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“I was cleaning up and I found an old birthday card I gave to you years ago. Why did you keep it?” + Dunya/Polly

“Isn’t Marfa supposed to be helping out?” Polly grumbles as she moves a box in the attic belonging to Dunya’s aunt. 

“Yes,” Dunya says, with a roll of her eyes. “She’s been ‘on her way’ for about twenty minutes now.” 

Which means she would show up when they were about close to finished, and she would show up with food to distract them from the fact that she hadn’t helped out at all this afternoon. 

“I can’t believe your aunt moved all your shit into the attic,” Polly says when she opens a chest full of Dunya’s high school clothes. 

“I can,” Dunya responds, pointing over at the boxes up there marked donations. “She’s been slowly moving it up here every year I was away at college.” 

Polly holds up a Petersburg Pirates cheerleading uniform and teases, “Surely you want to treasure this memento forever instead of donating it?”

Dunya snorts inelegantly, “God, I was a terrible cheerleader. I can’t believe you and Marfa let me embarrass myself for four whole years.” 

“We wanted you with us,” Polly says softly. “Plus all of our best memories from high school are from cheerleading.”

At least this is true for her. Cheerleading reminds her of long bus rides, palms pressed together, falling asleep on the others shoulders, waking up in hotel rooms at conferences with her face buried in Dunya’s hair and her hand lightly on her waist, of their faces close together as Dunya does her make up for a game, and other casual intimacies she had taken for granted and stubbornly refused to dissect at the time. 

“Easy for you to say,” Dunya sighs. “You were the best out of any of us.” 

Polly shrugs, unable to deny it as she just got through college on a scholarship for the sport. Still, she tosses Dunya’s old uniform off to the side, away from the donation pile. 

 At the bottom of the chest, her hand connected with something solid and more paper like. “What’s this?”

“What’s what?” Dunya asks, coming over to peer over her shoulder. “Oh, that’s nothing.” 

But she says it fast and quick and a little embarrassed, and like it’s not nothing at all. 

Polly picks it up and sees her own familiar handwriting on an envelope. Dunya goes to grab it, but she turns out of her grasp. She vaguely remembers this card, and this birthday, it may have been Dunya’s 14th? No 15th birthday 

She had gone through a rather earnest phrase that year, in wanting to express her appreciation for her friends and would write rather long winded, rambling things in her cards. She flushes slightly as she remembers she may have gone overboard, at the time mistaking her appreciation for the naked adoration it had been.  

“You kept this?” She asks, her voice wobbly and uneven. She doesn’t even know why. They all went off to different colleges, and she must have fallen in lust and love at least a dozen times since her teenage crush on Dunya had first roared. “Why?” 

“It must..I think it just…” Dunya deflates with a sigh. “It’s stupid, but when I read that card, it was the first time I felt loved, you know?” 

It wasn’t stupid, because she knew exactly what she meant.

“I did, you know?” Polly tells her. “Love you, I mean.” 

It feels like a lie though. Her crush feels like a dormant volcano ready to burst, instead of long extinct like she had thought it was.

“Did?” 

She reaches over, grabbing Dunya’s wrist and pulling her over to where she stands.

“Still do,” she amends, and Dunya leans in and kisses her.

[satinechristian]

collection of my anastasia fics currently on a03

dimya

back & forth (sneaking in your bed) dimya. modern au. co-written with @goldpieces. the actor au no one asked for.

call it what you want universe:

call it what you want dimya canon divergent au. it's 1917, dmitry finds himself as bodyguard to the tsar's youngest daughter after saving her from a kidnapping.

starry eyes sparkin up my darkest night dimya canon divergent. sequel to call it what you want.

can i go where you go? dimya post-canon. dmitry and anya are grossly in love

death by a thousand cuts universe: 

death by a thousand cuts. dimya modern au. break up fic (or is it?)

meet me in the afterglow dimya modern au. sequel to dbatc

you drew stars around my scars. dimya modern au. roadtrip prequel to dbatc.

death by a thousand cuts ficlets. dimya modern au. collection of ficlets that aren’t in the above stories.

do the girls back home touch you like i do? dimya modern au. dmitry is alexei’s russian tutor. anya falls for him despite his terrible hat.

ever ever after dimya modern au. vaguely based on enchanted-ish

fade into view dimya modern boarding school au. anya has been sheltered. dmitry has a motorcycle. etc etc.

i loathed you first dimya modern au. vaguely based on the princess diaries 2 but not really

jump then fall dimya canon divergent. what happens when lily won’t give vlad the time of day when he shows up so dimya are left to carve out a new life in paris

like we’re made of starlight dimya canon. ficlets based along the canon

new romantics universe:

new romantics dimya modern au. anya grew up along the hussies in a group home. gleb is a private eye intrigued by anya’s unknown past. dmitry is their put upon neighbor

cruel summer dimya modern au. sequel to new romantics. the tenth anniversary of the death of anya's family brings new questions and potentially the path to the answers.

new romantic flclets dimya modern au. collection of ficlets that aren’t part of the narrative in the above story

no rules in breakable heaven. dimya. canon divergent. collection of scenes where dmitry and anya spend a lot of time hooking up in between scenes of the musical

dust on every page universe:

time is taking its sweet time erasing you. dimya. modern au. ficlets based on dust on every page by piecesofgold

Anya/Marfa

all my stars aligned anya x marfa. canon divergent. marfa comes across anya during the car backfiring and takes her in

there were sirens in the beat of your heart anfa. modern heist au. marfa spektor has spent the past four years undoing all the damage her ex has done to her, and yet can't bring herself to resist anastasia romanov when she comes back to her life with the promise of one last job.

Dmitry/Marfa

lights out, follow the noise dmitra x marfa. modern college au. ...and they were quarantined together

Gleb/Marfa

castling gleb x marfa. (background dimya). modern au. When Marfa, Paulina, and Dunya place an ad looking for a new roommate, they were not expecting to end up with a cop for one.

Dunya/Paulina

it’s nice to have a friend dunya x polly. modern au

one single thread of gold tied me to you. dunya x polly. modern au. background dimya.