“and it’s always been between us - this unspoken love that’s raw and perfect.”
requested
OKAY, FRIENDS AND FAMILY. I HOPE YOU ARE READY FOR SOME FLUFFY HEADCANONS WITH DMITRY BECAUSE BEING CUTE WITH THIS MAN HAS TO INCLUDE...
so i am a sucker for a good friends-to-lovers story, so strap yourself in
you met dmitry when you were both young, and ever since the two of you were inseparable
you knew dmitry like the back of your hand and he knew what you were going to say before it was even a thought in your mind
i mean, you couldn’t remember a time you didn’t know dmitry
there were z e r o secrets between the two of you
... or so you thought
because, my dear, dmitry had a secret
a BIG one
one that he had kept his whole life, in the darkest recess of his mind
he loved you
but it’s not that anyone knew
how could they?
dmitry was a good liar
you were a good thief
it was easy for you to steal his heart, and it was easy for him to deny it
and had you thought about dmitry in that way once or twice?
sure
how couldn’t you?
he was everything
strong, beautiful, kind, funny
and sure, a little cheeky and a bit overconfident
definitely, a smartass, when he wanted to be
but, most importantly, he was your family
and he had always been there for you - the only one to stay
and you couldn’t risk that
you cared about him too much to do that
and so you never let your thoughts go too far
dmitry, on the other hand, didn’t have your resolve
he couldn’t let his feelings go, but he couldn’t voice them either
because to him, you were everything
strong, beautiful, kind, funny
and sure, a little reckless and a bit quiet
definitely, a cunning snake, when you wanted to be
but most importantly, you were his family
and so he left his mind drift to that place where you would look at him from across the room, smile slyly, and kiss him senseless in front of everyone
but then you would snap him back to reality with a knowing smirk and ask him who he was thinking about
and he, naturally, would pretend he was thinking about the rumor of the princess
the two of you were stuck in a sort of limbo - one you were completely unaware of
something had to change that
and one night, something did
you had woken up in the middle of the night from a bad dream
one that left your spine frozen, your heartbeat erratic, and your eyes wide with fear
it had been a while since you had been visited by a dream that bad and, honestly, you didn’t know what to do
pushing yourself to a sitting position, you put your head in your hands
and even though you were awake, everything in your dreams haunted you still
your tears are warm against your cheeks and you only realize you’ve been crying when you can taste them
you don’t know what to do, so you go to the only person that can make it alright
dmitry is awake before you ever fully make it to his side
he hasn’t slept well in years - he stirs at the smallest of sounds
you wipe the tears away from your eyes, and before you are even able to see the concern on his face, he is holding you.
and you don’t have to say a thing, because he knows
and you don’t have to apologize because he’s done it to you hundreds of times before
and he holds you tight until your crying stops, and he softly sings a lullaby until you are breathing normally again
and he rubs circles on the back of your thumb until you fall asleep
he watches over you, a few minutes longer, studying your expression as you drift off
when he finds enough courage, he kisses your forehead lightly, his lips ghosting over your skin
you steady breathing lulls him back to sleep
and for the first time in years, dmitry sleeps deeply
it’s a little hard for dmitry to forget
he worries and he cares, and he l o v e s
and he can’t stop
he’ll hold your hand and ask you if you are okay, and he’ll give you those smiles when he thinks you aren’t looking
and one day he goes a little too far and cradles your face in his hands
and your heart speeds up at this, but not with the anxiety that you were expecting
you’re anticipating what will happen next, not wishing it wouldn’t happen. because for some reason that you can’t quite explain, it feels right. being here. doing this.
he looks at you, his eyes bright and loving, and not at all afraid because dmitry doesn’t worry about consequences in the moment
and maybe he might regret this, but he can’t stop himself
and when he looks at you, he sees everything
petersburg, the moon above you, the stars that little the galaxy above
hope, happiness, wonder
and definitely love
and his confession is messy and full and overflowing with an undeniable fondness that ripples outward from him
and he can’t help himself from laughing at how careless it is, but it’s when your laughter joins his that he knows it was alright
and the two of you look into each other's eyes for a quiet moment before your confession falls from you
and it’s true and it’s stumbling and it’s raw
and when you first kiss, you never want to stop
AND FLUFF ENSUES.








