#grigor dymov hc

[likesomekindofcheese]

no worries, you can't rush perfection ;) just have fun creating! It's a Grigor imagine where yn is the cousin of Catherine that goes to visit her when her husband dies (he was VERY old and they didn't have children ) she didn't have the same romanticized version og lofe that Catherine did, but is very kind and patient, and they're each others best friends. And when she meets Grigor, she has a real chance in love ( I just wanted to give him love) what do you think?

Hi there!!! If you don’t mind, since it’s an imagine, I will write this like a headcanon (I have a lot on my plate right now and I’m trying to take things one at a time). So thank you for your patience and trust in me! (plus the line Grigor says during the ball was inspired from the scene in @a-night-at-the-0pera‘s Virtues Uncounted fic in Part Four- go check out this masterpiece if you can!

When you learned the truth about Peter’s real nature, your heart sank for your cousin.

 At that point, you knew she had left in her carriage on her way to the marriage altar to meet them. Even if you could write a letter, by the time it arrived, it would be too late. The day she stepped off would be the day of their marriage.

These were such thoughts as you paced through the graveyard to lay a few lilies on your late husband's grave.

And fantasies of “Rescuing” your cousin troubled your mind as you boarded the carriage to Russia, bound in black clothes.

Catherine ran out to greet you and asked “oh, Y/N! You poor thing, is everything alright?”

I could say the same to you!

You say everything is fine.

“It wasn’t like he was a-a fairy tale prince or something. And that stuff is just in stories. It was hard...it is hard sometimes but...it’s just complicated, Catherine.”

Your husband was a good deal older. A grandfather with children who long since left.

But your family was deep in debt and starting to struggle.

And as old as he was, he was wealthy and decent.

 As much as you dreaded the wedding night, he merely pecked your lips and asked if you would like to read to him until he fell asleep.

He didn’t want a wife, but a friend.

 made sure he had his meals with you and sewed with him and read to him- sharing stories of the past sometimes among quiet walks where he struggled.

But even if you were fond of him- not romantically- death still knocked on his door and carried him off in a violent, sudden illness.

So love maybe wasn’t for you. 

And one night you are invited to a ball with dancing.

“Oh! My dress! Y/N- my dress has a tear in it! How did that happen?” Catherine fretted as she looked at it in her closet.

Before her maid could utter a word you walked forward with a sewing needle and patched it up. The maid looked dumbfounded but relieved for a minute to sit on the chair and rest her feet.

“Here you go! Although no silly tear would stop you from being the belle of the ball, Sophie!” you jested, using her old name.

She grinned at the use of it and said thank you half a dozen times, glad to have her favorite frock in repair.

Once you entered the ball, people bowed but stared at you wide-eyed. Normally only the Emperor spoke so frequently and stayed close to the empress.

And dressed in a pink frock with gold trimmings against Catherine’s blue, you seemed like two sides of the same coin.

As you accepted a glass goblet of red wine from a serf, a small group of courtiers approached you both. Though one- a tall man with a pointed face and kind eyes locked onto your own eyelids.

“Why I know the empress- but who is the angel in pink?” he asked.

Your cheeks felt warmer than normal and your eyes slid down to your skirt.

“This is my cousin, Lady Y/L/N- Count Dymov.”

He took your hand and kissed it, with a gleam in his eye that seemed at once sweet and mischievous at the same time.

There were butterflies in your stomach. You forgot how to speak

“Y/N is a widow now- so I’ve invited her here to distract her.”

“I’m so sorry...’ was muttered universally across them.

“It was expected, but still, he was at least a good man.”

“And what constitutes a good man under your eyes?” Dymov asked.

“A gentleman, in that he is gentle- kind-hearted, considerate, empathetic...and with decent taste.”

Violins struck up suddenly

“Well, I like this song and if you think that is good taste- you owe me a dance.”

He offered his arm at yours-and biting your lip, holding back a giggle (a giggle! As if you were an adolescent in school!), you accepted.

“Then you are a gentleman, Count Dymov.”

When you linked arms and began to move in circles around each other he blushed and stated “please...it’s Grigor.”

“And I’m Y/F/N.”

“Well, Y/F/N,” he said amidst a quick change of feet, “that is a name not even the prophets would receive from the angels.”

The breath knocked out, you picked up your skirt to step around him and take his arms again, “you speak in mild blasphemy, Grigor.”

In a slight improvisation of some of the dance, he took your waist and lifted you in the air briefly, as a few men did. Your feet soared and everything else in the room blurred for a bit. Even when you landed back on your feet.

“If speaking the truth to a lady of how divine she is, then a trip to hell is worth it,” he said to your ear.

You never expected to feel as light or hypnotized by someone for a long time. You didn’t even know another person could make you feel this way.

None the less, you plan on staying in Russia for a little while longer…

Taglist: @queenlover05 @stardust-killer-queen @panagiasikelia @simonedk @itsametaphorgwil @grigorlee @fueled-by-novocaine @xviiarez @vintage-and-hypnotic @raerae27 @a-misplaced-sock

[likesomekindofcheese]

Feel free to dump my inbox with requests today!!!

I know this is an anxious, long awaited day for all of us Americans and many non-Americans following this election. I have casted my vote and am waiting too. (So I am stealing this idea from @brianmays-hair hfskkan)

So if you guys need a distraction (bc let’s be honest we could all use one) or a break from political anxiety- starting today and all throughout this next week, send me requests. Any requests for blurbs, concepts, ships, headcanons, etc.

I can accept fluff, angst, and smut and anything in between or mixed. AUS are welcome and I don’t mind anything crazy! Send multiple! Stay on anon! Anything!

I will accept hc, blurb, concepts, headcanons, or requests for...

The Beatles (Paul, George, Ringo, and John)

Queen (Deaky, Brian, Roger, and Freddie but only romantically with a male reader or with Jim or whoever, otherwise, please keep it platonic)

The BohRap Boys or their following characters:

Joe Mazzello and his characters: Eugene Sledge (The Pacific), Adult Tim Murphy.

Gwilym Lee and his characters: Grigor Dymov (I can also try writing for Count Orlo if y’all would like something with him or anyone in that show) (The Great), Charlie Nelson (Midsommer Murders), Samuel Castell (Jamestown )

Ben Hardy and his characters: Four/Billy (6 Underground) Walter (The Woman in White).

Rami Malek and his characters: Snafu (The Pacific), Prince Akmenrah (Night at the Museum)

Go ahead and send some! Or I can reblog sleepover games and we can chat and talk!! About anything!! Vent, complain, cry, or cheer or tell me your favorite movie or book or something!!