#yan x dmitry

[ratanslily]

Yup.

[webanglikethat]

And if I’m dead to you, then why are you at the wake?

based on the series of fics my amazing friend @agattthaa made for them, which you can find here

[ohdreamcatcher1]

Dmitry x Yan

@ mapopirrka for x

[aurora-sadprose]

Pain and Determination (dimyan fanfic)

so hi i kind of wrote some dmitry x yan fanfics and i decided to start posting them. they are standalones but at the same time interconnected. the first one is already up on ao3! :) Click here

Summary: After a quiet night of sitting down and having drinks, Yan decides to escort a tipsy Dmitry to his room. Conversations and arguments ensue. And some memories and emotions resurface.

Preview:

“You got this from here?” Lester asks.

“Yeah, I’ll just walk him back to his office,” Yan replied.

Dmitry wasn’t exceptionally drunk. He had consumed enough alcohol to bring out the aspects of himself he normally kept hidden in dark corners and beneath shadows. It became noticeable once he started conversing with Cain without rolling his eyes. It became crystal clear when he’d spill innocent truths and information about himself. The funny thing was, it was only crystal clear to Yan. As someone who had high alcohol tolerance, Dmitry wasn’t one to lose his sense of self while drinking. To everyone else he was a relaxed version of himself, to Yan his guards were evidently down.

“Fancy some company?” he asked, attempting to disguise his anxious stance with nonchalant words.

Dmitry scanned his face. He wasn’t questioning or analyzing his offer, he was just observing him. “Always. Walk me to my room?”

Yan ignored the lie behind the first word and walked beside Dmitry, joining him.

The silence rang loudly in Yan’s ears, his hand fidgeting around the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. He gave in and pulled it out alongside his lighter.

“Thought you got rid of them.” Dmitry watched as he lit a cigarette up and brought it to his lips.

Yan exhaled. “Am I tempting you?”

“More than you think.”

The rest of the smoke came out of Yan’s mouth with a chuckle. “Did your parents not warn you about bad influences or were you not listening?”

“Unfortunately for me, they never included you in the list of things I should be wary of.”

“For a general, I’d think you’d have better judgement,” Yan cocked an eyebrow.

Dmitry’s hands brushed over Yan’s, fingers untangling his cigarette and freeing it from his hold. Yan let it happen, unexpectedly in awe of the action.

“For a hunter, you’re squirming like prey.”

He briefly glanced at Yan’s hands. Yan’s own gaze followed and only then noticed the subtle tremble of his hands. When he averted his gaze back to Dmitry’s eyes, they were already on his, his lips wrapping around the cigarette and turning into a smirk.

[ratanslily]

It was like a primal instinct. Like an addiction. Like they had nowhere to run other than to each other and from each other. - Agatha, Not yours, biblically accurate hsr.

[ratanslily]

Hunter and his General

[webanglikethat]

Saudade,

— a untranslatable Portuguese term that refers to the melancholic longing or yearning.

⤷ a dmitryan web weave based on 'Haunting'.

What is a ghost, if not a voice beckoning you Home? What is haunting if not love persevering?

Sorces: Haunting by @agattthaa // The Gravity Of Love // Anna Akhmatova, Without a Hero & Selected Poems // Trista Mateer, Honeybee // Sierra DeMulder, Today Means Amen // Closure by Taylor Swift // Amal El-Mohtar, This is How You Lose the Time War // I Guess the Old You is a Ghost by write20xx // The Haunting of Bly Manor // Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters | Excerpt // Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless // post by finalgirlabigailhobbs // It Will Come Back by Hozier // How Did It End? by Taylor Swift // post by death-born-aphrodite // Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus by Taylor Swift // The Prophecy by Taylor Swift // The Great (2020) // "sneglen og rosenhækken" by Hans Christian Andersen (translated by Jean Hersholt), divider by wrathofrats

[aurora-sadprose]

You guessed it. I wrote another Dimyan fic.

Sooooooo it’s on AO3 as per usual and it’s called “His Way Out” you can click here to read

It has two chapters because mid writing i envisioned their argument unfolding in two different ways so i obviously wrote both.

Summary: Ever since Yan entered the squad, him and the general haven't had the best of relationships. Day to day, the arguments keep multiplying to the point of overwhelming them. In the middle of fighting, things take a turn for the worse.

Tiny Preview (bc the fic itself is already small):

“That’s because I fucking care about you.”

Yan huffed exasperated, “Well, did I ask for you to care about me?”

The look Dmitry gave him suggested he was almost insulted. He crossed his arms, his stance defensive. “We’re a team. I care about everyone in it.”

“What, you give me a dog tag and suddenly we’re submitted to solidarity?”