since there aren't many Anastasia fanfic's around here, I will write some drabbles involving Anya's and Dimitri's life after the movie ends.
Disclaimer: I do not own Anastasia. Nor do I make any money writing this.
The beginning
It was extraordinary quiet for Paris, even if it was 3 in the morning. Moonlight slipped through a opening between the curtains as Anya listened to het husbands heartbeat. She thought it would be enough to send her to sleep. But tonight sleep wouldn't quite come.
A sudden footstep on the deck above her made her startle. Anya glanced at Dimitri, making sure she didn't wake him up. She knew he had the ability to sleep through nearly everything. Closing her eyes once again, Anya tried to fall asleep one more time.
Several minutes passed, and Anya stayed awake. Getting slightly annoyed , she shifted and tried to get in a more comfortable pose to sleep in. This only caused Dimitri to secure his arms even tighter around her. So, Anya laid in the dark and thought about the events that happened over the last couple of years.
The first time meeting Dimitri and Vlad in the old palace, the disaster train ride, the nightmare and Dimitri's arms around her after he woke her up. The Russian ballet, finding out about the con, slapping Dimitri in the face (and she hit him hard, judging to the slightly red print on his cheek). Meeting the dowager Empress, finally knowing to which family she belonged . The final battle with the evil Rasputin on the bridge, the horrible moment in which she thought that Dimitri was dead. And finally, the moment when the decided to run away together.
Grinning, Anya was happy with the outcome of all these events. If she hadn't followed Pooka at that cross-road, she would never lay here in her husband's arms, using his chest as a substitute pillow.