I’ve kinda been holding this fanart piece hostage for awhile, kinda cause of the fic (in which chapter three is coming out today) and school, but it’s old man yaoi between Dmitri and grigori
Dmitri x grigori (the Russians <3)
(I shit y’all not I’ve been trying to teach myself Russian all because of them)
(Also I did not in fact do any shading on this one, I have another copy, just with kinda messier lines and shading, and I may digitalize this one)
Thinking about how funny it'll be If Dmitri and Bill were together(Unlabeled yet more than work partners) as Dmitri's rebound from Galeforce (they dated in the past you can't changed my mind/hj)
They thought that spur it all:
(I decided to change their name so it wouldn't be so confusing since my name is Lari. Before they were my sticksona but during the time I started doing them as a single character.)
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Description: Lyan is a hitman who killed people for money and entertainment. Known as a criminal, they were captured by The Wall and confined, but due to their anger and aggressiveness they were unable to keep them in prison for long. So Dmitri had an idea of how to control Lyan, proposing them to work for The Wall in exchange for a certain "freedom" (even though they were still watched by Dmitri), Lyan would capture or kill whoever Dmitri sent in exchange for a certain amount of money, they didn't have much of a choice so they accepted.
Although Lyan is still considered a type of prisoner, they still has certain benefits such as walking freely through The Wall and only leaving when Dmitri tells them to.
Request: Angst Dmitri; maybe something that involves why he runs the complex the way he does, or maybe something from his past before being the warden? Perhaps whatever it is, it triggers him and none of the employees know why.
Post Fleeing the Complex, Henry and Ellie team up but I did leave it ambiguous kinda what happened afterwards.
I don't write much for Dmitri or well, any of the characters in the wall so I was happy to finally be able to do so. This may have gone a little astray of what you may have requested but I hope this is good. As well, I'm a big fan of writing stuff where Dmitri is vulnerable.
Held up in his office, finally alone, Dmitri kept the door closed by pressing up against it as he took in long, dragged breaths. For once in his life, career path, both that led him to see many gnarly things, he was actually scared to death. It was stupid, humiliating, that he was feeling this way.
Dmitri shouldn't be seen as weak around his men. He was a warden, after all, meant to be tough, no nonsense, serving with the Wall for over fifty years, everyone gripped in his tight iron fist, he's never supposed to have a bad day. Until recently, things went to shit, as the recent prison riot was anything to go by, and now he's in a frenzied panic. Many prisoners were able to slip through the flagrant cracks while others, his guards and him thankfully were recaptured in a short matter of time.
"Hello?" Sat on the floor he heard the voice, crisp yet polite call out on the other side of the door.
"I'm busy, Grigori" In a brittle tone Dmitri can't be bothered to keep a mask of indifference or brisk impatience. "Let me be"
"They're worried about you. You know that, yes? I am too" Grigori cuts in. Despite what he was told to act in his youth, the threat to weep, loudly, like some snot-nosed child is becoming evident. He struggled, wiping his red rimmed eyes haphazardly to rid the pesky tears.
"They shouldn't" He draws out unintentionally on some of the words, cheeks warming up at the embarrassment, hands covering his face.
"We should. As a friend I've known you for decades. I understand what you're feeling. I've been there plenty of times and so has everyone else. But it's going to be fine"
Unwilling to move from his spot on the cold floor, Dmitri breathes deep, shallow breaths, as he hardly believes the man for a second.
"You're not alone"
The warden cracks, casted his head into his hands, bites his lips, an attempt to muffle out the pathetic sounds. "I never had a massive failure like this in my entire career. Not when they came along" He dryly heaves, sobs are choked back. "They ruined me. Everything I have ever worked hard for. I had a reputable career and in a flash they dismantled it"
"I know" In his teary haze Dmitri was still able to hear the shuffling from the other side of the door and the other man's sympathetic tutting afterwards, "Could I come in?"
At first, Dmitri vehemently denied the idea of allowing anyone, including his best friend to enter the office, see how broken he is, and change their whole viewpoint on him. It will reveal his weaknesses to the open where in a lifetime he deliberately hid underneath the multiple secretive layers. Then he surmised it, deeper, this was Grigori after all, who he could trust with his life if needs be.
"... Okay, y-yes…" He concedes, scoots from the door, hand on the wall so he can clumsily stand. In a particularly bad mood with temper flaring wildly, he hides within his office, where he throws an explosive fit, unable to keep his cool. For all he went through came a period of tense uncertainty, he is without control, in a vulnerable spot.
As his hand reaches toward the handle, the sinking dreadful sensation returns but Dmitri swallows his pride, dusts off the muddy grime from his wrinkled jacket, and wipes the tears with his fist. What worsened it was seeing his friend, battered up, arm in a sling, and looked plainly put darn awful. It was his fault after all, he allowed two prisoners, escapees amongst much more to do that to his right hand and to his men. Hot faced humiliation racks his mind in its entirety, riddled with guilt he could have done more. Furthermore, he hated himself as his eyes stung, his face flushed, and his body started to shake.
"Thank you" Grigori thanked him for whatever reason when the door opened and the man took his time to enter then closed it behind him. "Everything is going to be alright"
Stiff and awkward, his posture impeccably straighter than it ought to be, Dmitri looks away as he bites his tongue, not knowing what to say.
"It's okay to be upset, Dimi. To cry too" Slow to lock the door Grigori continued to cut past the unnecessary small talk. It did manage to both comfort and terrify Dimitri in a way he would usually shut himself away. "Feeling these emotions don't make you weak"
Grigori steps forward, cautiously, done out of respect, into his personal space, a very thick and large bubble. "I am not weak" He says in a low grumble. "Nor am I going to cry. I'm an adult man"
"Never said you were weak. I'm saying that you shouldn't be afraid to feel things. Even the bad emotions"
"Y-You. You don't know what I feel. You don't get to tell me how to feel either" Dmitri albeit weakly orders, he isn't going to allow anyone to dictate him. "I won't stand by and let them get away with this"
"We know you won't" Calmly reassuringly like always when they're alone, Grigori takes the initiative to have Dmitri sit down in his seat to relax. A hand lays on his tense shoulder as the man continues, "You're an incredibly stubborn man"
At the comment lightly poked at his expense Dmitri rolled his eyes with a huff where his old friend just smirks in return.
"I know you very well. We've been friends for a long time since childhood. I've helped you through thick and thin and you did the same for me" Grigori pats his shoulder a few times until pulling away. A mild twinge of sadness, perhaps washes over Dmitri though he can't detect the causes behind it.
"I suppose. Between the two of us. Someone has to be found responsible" Dmitri shrugs then adds, "That is why we need to make a pla-"
"Uh huh. Before we make any rash decisions there's something important to be discussed here"
"Then this? Recapturing them is our main priority"
"It is. You're right. Though that's for a later on discussion" Grigori reassures, matter of fact, with the knowledge that when Dmitri gets his attention on a project it's hard to get him off it so he is quicker to divert Dmitri to the major topic, "It's about you"
"What about me?"
"One of the guards. They told me you weren't yourself. You were staring blankly at nothing, unmoving. It scared them"
Dmitri wanted to melt into the seat at the idea someone else outside this office saw him in a disrepaired state.
"They asked if you were alright. You didn't respond so they presumed otherwise, trying to shake you alert and you do acknowledge how you reacted in turn, yes?" In reluctance Dmitri nods, "Good. Because you began to cry. Why I said it isn't good to bottle this up"
"I… Uh, I got something in my eye. That's why. I said I was fine"
"Don't pull the wool over my eyes. We had this talk a second ago" Grigori sternly states. Arms crossed over his chest, cold gray eyes bore down at the warden. Only Dmitri keeps quiet, grips at the chair's armrests. "You can be open with me. Don't hide behind the thin veils that you can't feel these things. Cry if you must. Let it out"
It was like a cue for the dam to break, tears unwillingly staining his cheeks, he attempted to dry them. "I can't be a failure… I won't let it happen" He angrily shakes the arms, almost to the point could rip them off. "I will get them and show them what I can do to criminals who dares to defy me"
"You're not. We will get over this. A simple yet fixable hiccup in the system" Thankfully, he's helped by Grigori to settle the frenzied panic. "You're not alone. I'm here for you"
He hoped that was true. Failure wasn't an option in his opinion. The glee he would feel after so long without nearly takes him. Once he gets the two escapees who tarnished his pristine reputation in his grip again, he'll be happy. "Thank you…" Dmitri gritted out, a crooked smile forcibly stretching his worn face.
Here is another set of THSC characters if they are in Sprunki, I sorry that I didn't have much creative idea for their horror version [TW once again: Gore]
