Heyyo,

So I have decided that I want to be posting regularly this year and I figured the best way to get in the habit of writing everyday is to write a short drabble everyday. So yeah I am endeavouring to write a 500-word-ish drabble for Romitri each day.

Obviously we are halfway through January so I'll be posting a couple of times a day until I catch up. Also I can be completely unreliable about things like this so while I may not post EVERYDAY rest assured there will be 365 drabbles before 12:01 Jan 01 2019.

Also, I have no idea what I'll end up writing so while most will probs be canon-compliant, pre-canon, post-canon, I may end up writing some canon-divergence and AU's as well, who knows?

Warnings, rating, and tags will change as I go.

Hope you enjoy xx

Dimitri had grown up always expecting a certain type of life for himself. He'd grown up knowing that he'd dedicate himself to a lifetime of service and in doing so a lifetime of solitude. He knew he was giving up the chance to ever get married, and have children of his own. He knew that he would probably never have a family outside of the one he'd grown up with. And he'd come to be okay with that.

That was of course, before Rose Hathaway blew into his life, like a beautifully sarcastic tornado.

Before Rose, Dimitri had found his happiness with his family, the mother and grandmother who'd raised him, his three sisters who'd always supported him, his nieces and nephews who brought light to his life. Before Rose, he'd found peace in knowing that he was protecting others, allowing them to enjoy all the things he couldn't, and safeguarding the future of his race. Even at St. Vlad's there'd been a certain satisfaction in guarding the youth of society even though he'd never imagined himself working at a high school. Each of these things hadn't assuaged that deep-seated longing for something more, but they'd helped.

Now years later, watching his own family, Dimitri can't understand how they'd ever come close to being enough for him.

Dimitri sits on the porch, baby Ivan just a little gurgling bundle in his arms, happy despite the early hour. Dimitri shifts him gingerly, still terrified even months later that he'll accidentally hurt him; Ivan had been born several weeks premature and still seemed so much smaller than his older sister had ever been. But they weren't worried, not with Yeva's constant reassurance that he'd grow up big and strong just like his parents.

A high warbling laugh steals his attention away and Dimitri glances up, eyes finding his wife and daughter sitting a few feet away on the grass, still warm from the afternoon sun. The deep glow of the late sun illuminates both their hair, Rose's shining black, and Anastasia's chocolate brown, only two years old and already spilling down her back in thick curls. Rose looks a little bleary eyed but happy, face tilted towards the last scrape of sun on the horizon. It's early for them to be awake but something instinctual in their daughter, Anastasia has her waking most days in time to see the sunset.

"Look, my little miracle," Rose murmurs to Anastasia in gentle russian, guiding her daughter's attention to the brilliant colours in the sky. Big golden turn to the brilliant reds and purples painting the sky, the truck she'd been playing with dropping from her hand, already forgotten.

Rose takes the opportunity to scoop up the toddler, momentarily turning her back on the sight to cross the yard back to her husband and son, the sun edging her in a golden halo of light. Anastasia isn't so easily distracted and continues to watch the sun over her mother's shoulder, little mouth dropping open in awe. Rose settles down on the porch at Dimitri's side, tucking Anastasia in between them.

"Dadda." Anastasia tugs insistently at Dimitri's pant-leg as though there is a chance he might be missing the sunset. "Pretty sky," she coos sounding delighted.

But Dimitri only has eyes for his wife. "Beautiful," he agrees.

Rose rolls her eyes but can't contain the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Dimitri grins and slips an arm around Rose's waist, tugs her closer, and together the family watches the sun slowly disappear below the horizon, a little slice of happiness to start the day.

So, as you may have guessed Day 1 was Happiness. Hope you enjoyed those Romitri fam feels. Let me know what you thought :)