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After being taught to believe her the Grand Duchess Anastasia, Anya finds she cannot distinguish those patches from the rest of her homespun memories.
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Miss Violet Hilton is engaged to be married to Buddy Foster on such-and-such a day... the announcement reads.
Then it is past tense, they were engaged and now they are married and it is hard to untangle them but Violet can safely save that for later. Later, when she is older, later after the operation, she and Buddy can divorce and maybe be friends. -
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Anya dreams of a hallway with a light at the end, of being safe and warm, of a prince kissing her on a bridge in Paris. Each dream is important in its details; if she lets one go one then perhaps the others will slip away and take the clues to her past with them. She can’t know when - can’t know if - they’ll become reality, but she’s never had difficulty chasing them.
She’s also never glanced up at Gleb Vaganov in a narrow alleyway and found him half-swayed toward her, his gaze pinned to her mouth.
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Deputy Commissioner Vaganov came back from Paris without all of himself, the girls decide, but they need him because the only thing worse than being an informant is being a former informant, so they must fix him.
Paulina nearly manages it.Series
- Part 2 of aftermath
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whipped to a froth by nanasalt for pinuspinea
Fandoms: Winternight Series - Katherine Arden
26 Mar 2022
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“Did you know,” Vasilisa Petrovna says one day over the stewpot, “that in some places, priests whip themselves when they’ve done wrong?”
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After all, she and Erik were not like other couples. They weren’t even a couple, of that she could be assured; whatever softer affections her tutor felt for her were nothing like the free hands and laughter of couples around her now.
She didn’t want them to be, Christine told herself. Not even at a masque when normal rules could be suspended. -
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Anya leans against the glass window of Deputy Commissioner Vaganov’s office one day and comments lightly that she can't see the Yusupov Palace from here at all; he lied to her, that first time.
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Anya doesn't manage to find the conman who can sell her exit papers. Instead, she finds three women who, she discovers, are still very annoyed at him.
Or, how Anya learned to stop running and take a breath.
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“Information traded for safety is suspect anyway,” he adds, with a smile, and nudges the teapot nearer to her.
Anya nods thoughtfully and pours them both fresh cups.
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“I - am leaving Leningrad.” Anya puts a hand over Gleb’s mouth before he can argue, and though his lips move against her palm for a moment, she can almost ignore the pain in his eyes. “There’s nothing to do about it, Gleb. Please.” He always wants to fix things, her officer, and if he begs her not to go, she might just listen. She can feel tears welling behind her eyes, and she knows he is trying to figure her out all over again. He won’t succeed. “Please. Don’t try.”
Anya says goodbye.
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Sometimes, caught in the limbo between staying awake and forgetting, Gleb whispers his half-forgotten prayers. He cannot recall which sins he is asking forgiveness for; there are too many to name his greatest. He tries anyway, because perhaps the identification will lend some absolution.
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The sound and the fear had been too much to ignore.
Too much, he realized with a jolt, to have come from him.
The street sweeper was huddled in on herself, close enough to reach out and touch if only barely, and Gleb felt as though the breath had been knocked from his lungs.After touching your soulmate, you feel their emotions.
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Running away from nosy neighbors would be easier if the elevator in Gleb's building wasn't so prone to breaking down, and if someone hadn't hung mistletoe in it. Inspired by the Christmas rom-com of the same name, originally posted on tumblr for Christmas 2018.
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close my eyes (and see his light) by nanasalt for wolvesandgirls
Fandoms: Anastasia - Flaherty/Ahrens/McNally
17 Dec 2018
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“High collars might be in fashion, now," Gleb countered when he pulled back, catching her hand and holding it against his chest, and Anya rolled her eyes.
“They aren't.” She leaned in to kiss him again, tried to wipe the self-amused grin from his face, and reminded him, “Lily will know that.”
“The Countess Malevsky-Malevich has no room to judge." He skimmed his lips, the tip of his nose over her neck, but didn't quite kiss her again. "Besides, you'd look beautiful -" He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "- in anything -" He scraped his teeth over her collarbone. "- even something with a collar."
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The boys of 17B should go for Broadway.
Or at least, according to Anya, they should wise up to the fact that the showers of 17B and 17A share one Very Thin Wall, and one can hear pretty much everything through it, so let's be real, Mr. Cyndi Lauper over there needs to can it with his shower speaker.
The baritone who sings Sinatra, on the other hand, can stay, but he's on thin f-ing ice.
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though dreamers often lie by nanasalt for Pure Anon
Fandoms: Anastasia - Flaherty/Ahrens/McNally
10 Oct 2018
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Gleb had told his superiors that Anya was a young actress before the revolution, only tangled in the Anastasia rumors because she attended an audition she had thought legitimate before she met an officer who saved her and fell in love with her and married her. It was believable, and it was almost completely a lie.
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simple things (but one thing's clear) by nanasalt
Fandoms: Anastasia - Flaherty/Ahrens/McNally
03 Oct 2018
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There are ways and ways to make journeys and not all of them need a definite destination. Sequel to Crossing the Nevsky Prospekt.
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- Part 3 of Crossing the Nevsky Prospekt
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“There are rules to the Entwine, my lady. If a lady is caught, she owes the gentleman a kiss — or am I wrong?”
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“Are you planning to shoot me?”
“I have orders to shoot the Grand Duchess Anastasia.”
“I didn’t ask about her, did I? What are you supposed to do about the impostor?”
The best laid plans of men often go awry.Series
- Part 1 of Lavender Fields
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Anya realized several facts in rapid succession.
First, the dust mop was actually a cat wearing a harness, looking unrepentant and adorable and utterly unbothered by the threats directed at it.
Second, the front of the man’s shirt and pants was covered in spilled coffee, which probably had something to do with the aura of smug satisfaction from the cat. Possibly even more to do with the coffee cup shattered on the floor.
Third, it was the officer from the other week, the one who had helped her up after her fright and offered to buy her tea. The one she had fled from the second she saw the uniform and the one who apparently worked weekend night shifts. She wished she could be surprised by such coincidence.
Fourth, they had been staring at each other in silent shock for a full thirty seconds now, and it was going to be awkward if neither of them spoke soon, and point four-and-a-half, she’d completely forgotten what she came here for.