#anatole kuragin x reader

[obiwan824]

Notebook- Danatole x Reader

a/n: you said you wanted angst, anon, and uh- this made me upset writing it, so. this is a little different from my usual comet stuff so let me know how you like it! also this is pretty long and i think it’s kind of well-written so enjoy!!

requested by: anon

request: So I've been reading War and Peace, and it said that Dolokhov has used Anatole to get a higher status and people to gamble with him.. (at least that's what I read, I should check) and I thought what if Dolokhov did that to the reader and Anatole but fell in love in the process. The reader finds out and tells Anatole. Both are heart-broken. She liked Dolokhov as well but can't trust him anymore. He begs them to forgive him. Just some angsty Danatole 😊

Dolokhov was not a fall-in-love kind of man.

He had spent years building up his walls carefully until he was nothing but a war-hardened shell of a man, bitter and cold. The only thing left of his former self was his eyes, still bright and cheerful. He hated the way they showed his emotions.

Marriage meant nothing to him, and courtship meant nothing to him. They were just another reminder of what his life might have been like if he’d only been given a chance.

Anatole was young and innocent and bright-eyed, attention-craving and desperate for love. More than that, he trusted Fedya. When Dolokhov brushed his fingertips against Anatole’s shoulders casually, the blond would shiver and blush. When Dolokhov kissed him for the first time, Anatole made up his mind to dedicate the rest of his life to his new lover. Anatole was the perfect target, easy to prey on.

Y/N was harder. She was Anatole’s best friend, his most trusted confidante. When she met Dolokhov, she looked him up and down and stiffened, crossing her arms.

“I don’t trust him.” her voice was just low enough to make it seem like a comment for Anatole, but it was obvious that it was meant for Dolokhov to hear.

Dolokhov smirked, raising an eyebrow, but stayed silent, watching as Anatole’s face fell. He perked his ears, trying to catch the blond’s reply. A few moments later, as Anatole whispered something to his friend, Y/N sighed, forcing a smile on her face.

“If he means so much to you, Tolya, I’ll give him a chance.” Anatole grinned and walked out of the room. Dolokhov, breathing a sigh of relief, began to follow, but paused when Y/N grabbed his wrist and spun him back to face her.

“If you hurt him,” she murmured, voice low and dangerous. “You will regret it.”

Dolokhov studied her, eyes glinting with both fear and excitement at the idea of a challenge. “Don’t worry, love. I wouldn’t dare.”

…

“All alone?”

Y/N looked up. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of Dolokhov and she returned to her novel silently.

“Ah, so you’re ignoring me now, love?” Fedya stepped forward quietly, almost as if he was going to join her at her little table, but turned at the last minute to study a random book. “I suppose I’ll just have to talk to myself, then.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Y/N teased. “I don’t think I could handle listening to that infuriating voice go on without interruption.”

“You’ll just have to talk to me, then, won’t you?”

Y/N smiled to herself, hiding it with the pages of her book. Fedya was cold and hardened, but he was also loving, caring, something else entirely. She’d seen the way he held Anatole, the way he spoke to him so gently. Dolokhov seemed like the type of man who kept secrets, but she was beginning to think that he was so much more than his reputation. After all, Anatole was known as a playboy, a flirt, and she had become closer to him than anyone else. Reputations weren’t everything.

“I suppose I will.” Y/N flipped the page, still not looking at him fully.

…

Dolokhov was not a fall-in-love type of man. He repeated this to himself over and over again when he looked at the two people he was “courting.” He didn’t recognize these foreign feelings- his heart beat faster, his face flushed and began to heat up, his fingertips quivered and itched to hold their hands. He didn’t understand, and he didn’t want to.

Anatole was a prince and Y/N was a countess, both with respectable families. His relationship with them had allowed him more wealth and power than he’d ever dreamed of. He’d done this before, with other young men and women looking for a companion, a lover, and were willing to pay for it. So why was this relationship tearing him apart?

As he rapidly wrote this down, the little notebook he used as a journal being his only companion, he didn’t notice his girlfriend peering over his shoulder.

“Whatcha writing?”

Dolokhov slammed the book shut. “Nothing-” he chewed his lip. “I mean, just-just a poem. It’s silly, it doesn’t matter.”

Y/N smiled, pushing his chair back slightly and perching on his lap casually. His arms came to wrap around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, and she went for his notebook. Dolokhov pushed it away, frowning.

“Let me read it,” she insisted, reaching once more. Dolokhov picked it up and held it just out of her reach, furrowing his eyebrows. “Come on, Fedya, what kind of poem is it that you won’t show me?”

“Nothing you’d find interesting, dear,” he said nervously, feeling his free hand shake as she held it and intertwined their fingers, trying to distract him. “Y/N, stop it. Why are you so interested?”

Y/N paused before turning around in his lap to face him, leaning forward, and pressing her lips to his temple. She whispered against his skin, sending chills down his spine.

“Because I think there’s something you’re not telling me. Some big secret that you’re holding in.” her hands stretched out, letting go of his hand, and rested on his shoulders, feeling the tense muscles. “You’re so tense and stressed constantly- what is it you’re not telling me?”

Dolokhov tried to not to betray his feelings through his eyes, his damn eyes. “There’s nothing. I tell you everything, my love.”

Y/N dropped her hands, mouth turning downwards. “I know you keep things from me, but I didn’t think you’d flat-out lie to me.”

“Y/N-”

“I’m here when you want to talk.” she slid to the floor smoothly, glancing back at him over her shoulder. “But no more lies, or we’re through.”

Watching her leave, Dolokhov felt his heart drop to his feet. He was this close to losing Y/N and Anatole. For some reason, he could only think about losing them, their warm arms around him at night, their hands coming to meet his when they walked, their light kisses to his forehead when he came home after gambling.

It was only when he turned back to his desk to write down the latest development that he noticed his notebook was missing.

…

Y/N locked the door behind her when she left, glad, for once, that the doors locked from the outside. She leaned against the nearest doorway and felt for the notebook in her skirts, feeling only a morsel of guilt for stealing such a private item. Dolokhov was lying about something, or keeping something from them, and it was tearing him apart. She only wanted to help- that wasn’t a bad thing, right?

After convincing herself that she was doing a good thing, she opened to a random page in the middle, splattered with ink stains and what looked like tea or coffee.

A sudden knock on the door to Dolokhov’s study startled her. He began to bang on the door desperately, turning the doorknob rapidly.

“Y/N! I swear, Y/N, let me out of here.” more banging. “Y/N, please don’t read it- Y/N, it’s private!”

“I’m sorry.” Y/N began to read, walking away from the study door. If she heard his pleas much longer, she might just let him out.

…

Y/N went to Anatole first. He was in the bedroom, rearranging his clothes in the closet. He turned at her entrance, a smirk coming to his face.

 “Hey, darling-” seeing the tear streaks and redness of her face, he softened. “What’s wrong?”

She didn’t speak. Y/N pushed the notebook to him, her finger holding open the page. Anatole frowned, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he took the notebook and opened it. His eyes traced the words slowly, occasionally glancing up at her.

It was an entry from when Y/N had first joined the relationship.

When Anatole had finished, he paused, biting his lip, one of his hands coming up to rub his eyes.

"Is this a joke?" he asked softly, unable to meet her eyes. He stared blankly at the page, not processing the words.

"Why would I joke about this?" Y/N took the notebook from him and shut it, trying not to cry in front of him. "He's in his study now. I- I don't know what to do, Anatole."

"Keep reading," Anatole insisted, taking the notebook back and flipping frantically through the pages. "It must be a joke, or a story, or something. Fedya wouldn't do this. Not our Fedya."

Y/N shook her head. "I always told you something was up. From the start, I told you that he was not to be trusted. But God, I listened to you- and now I've gone and gotten both of us hurt."

 "Why would you blame yourself?" Anatole's eyes widened and he threw the notebook on the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You didn't do this, Y/N. If I hadn't tried to sell him to you- if I didn't fall for him so damn hard- it could have been me and you, but I had to go and mess it up."

She reached her hands up to tangle in his hair and bent his head, leaning his forehead against hers. "Don't. We- we couldn't have prevented this. We loved him."

"Love," Anatole corrected, in denial. "Don't- don't act like this- it's a mistake. We'll confront Fedya, and he'll- he'll explain, and it will all be fine."

He made to move out the door and towards Fedya's study, but Y/N sidestepped and cut him off, reaching for him again.

"Tolya, please." the tears were coming now, trailing down her cheeks. "Don't make this worse. We- we should just leave. We can move back to my house, we'll leave him alone-"

Anatole tried to get out of her grasp, eyes glassy with tears. "It's not real! It's a joke! We- we have to-" he broke into sobs, turning from her and slamming his head against the wall. "He wouldn't use us. He has a heart, he doesn't show it, but-but he does love us. The money is just a perk- right?"

"You're so naive," she murmured, rubbing his shoulder slowly. "You can confront him. You can get yourself hurt. But I'm not doing this." She wiped at her eyes with her free hand. "I can't do this."

"You're a coward," Anatole whispered half-heartedly, hearing her footsteps getting farther and farther away. She lingered at the doorway upon hearing his remark.

"Maybe so." Y/N's fingers danced across the doorway, tapping a little rhythm to try and soothe herself. After a moment, she turned back. "Come on. He's in his study, like I said. I locked him in. Let's go."

Anatole thought for a minute before he walked back to her, took her outstretched hand. He smiled down at it, letting his tears fall down freely.

"We'll always have each other." Y/N tried to give him a grin, though her eyes were filled with tears. "No matter what."

"Always," Anatole whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Let's go."

...

Fedya banged one last time on the door, hopelessly, and collapsed to the ground. It looked like he'd be there, alone, for a while.

He thought about all he was about to lose. Sure, he'd lose his status as an almost-aristocrat from his courtship with Y/N, and the only steady income he had, being the money his partners would sometimes give him for gambling or little treasures. He couldn't care, not when he was about to lose Anatole's little smiles when Fedya complimented him or Y/N's hands coming to intertwine with his when she came to keep him company in the library. He was about to lose the people who kept him steady when it felt like his life was a lie, like he had wasted the best years of his life gambling and lying to the few people he cared for.

Fedya looked down and found one of his other notebooks and, in a spout of anger, ripped it from cover to cover, page to page until it was destroyed. In a rush of adrenaline, he grabbed one of his chairs and slammed it to the ground, watching the shards of wood scatter through the room, a few slicing through his skin. He couldn’t care. He smashed one of his bookshelves to the ground, watching with satisfaction as the books tumbled to the ground and landed in a pool of ink that had gathered there, ruining them. As he went to tear down the next bookshelf, he caught a glance of himself in the mirror hanging next to it.

 He looked normal, for the most part. Hair just the tiniest bit messy, face blank, lips drawn in a scowl. But his eyes were the eyes of a madman. He couldn't quite place the look in his eyes, or why the tears were falling from them.

Fedya moved closer until his nose was pressed against his reflection's nose and squinted. He concentrated- where had he seen this look before? He'd seen it on Anatole when Fedya brought home a little treasure for him, on Y/N when Dolokhov sat beside her at dinner and kissed her cheek. He'd seen it on his mother when she'd looked at her two children, on his sister when he'd finally made enough money from gambling to buy her something nice.

Fedya realized with a start what was happening and let out a shaky breath, feeling a stabbing pain in his heart.

Fedya's eyes were the eyes of a fall-in-love type of man.

He was in love.

"Damnit," he murmured, closing his eyes. He let his forehead fall forward until he'd sunk against the mirror, unable to look at himself any longer. He'd gone and fallen in love.  

He heard the click of the lock being undone but didn't process it. It was only when he looked back up at his reflection that he saw Y/N and Anatole standing behind him.

"I'm sorry." his voice was soft and rough. "I never meant to hurt you."

"You only wanted our money?" Y/N whispered, her hand protectively around Anatole's shoulders, the blond grasping her fingers for dear life.

Fedya tried to form the words, tried to tell them that, yes, once he had only been in it for the money, but now their relationship was so much more.

"No," he choked out. "I needed it."

Anatole swallowed hard. "I gave you so many chances. I tried to look past what people thought you were to who you were- but-but I guess they were right."

Fedya turned to face them, hanging his head. His hand crawled up his neck, tugging at the strands of hair there. He tried desperately to fix this, to beg forgiveness. But he was too damn proud, and he was silent.

"You're not going to explain, are you?" Y/N asked. She paused, waiting, giving him one last chance that they all knew he didn't deserve. Fedya shook his head and looked away, crossing his arms. "We're leaving. Goodbye, Dolokhov. I'm sorry that you couldn't push aside your damn greed to find love. I'm sorry that you're just as cold and awful as they all said you were. I'm sorry that you're never going to find a better life that you would have found with us just because you're too proud to put others first."

Y/N waited one last minute before tugging Anatole along behind her. Fedya could only watch the reflection of the two people he loved most leave, watching as they closed the door behind them.

"I love you," he whispered, knowing it was too late. He closed his eyes again and let himself fall once more.   ...  

Fedya thought he would never find himself here again. On the doorstep of Y/N's family estate, where he knew she and Anatole must have gone.

He knew he'd wasted his only chance, but he'd be damned if he didn't try. After a long debate, he knocked on the door. He focused his gaze on the floor, not wanting to see either of them right away. It had been at least a month since he’d last seen them, he couldn’t bear to keep track of time since they’d been gone, and he knew he’d be too nervous to continue if he saw them.

“Dolokhov.”

He felt his hands shaking by his sides. “Can-can I come in?”

Y/N crossed her arms, studying him. “Yeah. Be quiet, though, my parents still live here, and I don’t need them knowing I let people like you in their home.”

Fedya gulped and nodded, finally looking up and following her to her rooms. He knew the path all too well, so many memories of trying to charm her came back to him as he walked.

Anatole was on the bed, and Y/N pushed him in before her and closed the door behind him before joining the blond on the bed.

“Hey, Fedya,” Anatole said softly before Y/N lightly smacked him and gave him a condescending look.

Fedya shook his head. “I- I know I’ve been- the worst, but- I need to explain. You haven’t read the whole notebook. Do- do you have it?”

They paused, glancing at each other, before Y/N stood up and hesitantly took the notebook, passing it over to Fedya. He flipped through it quickly, finding the page he’d last been writing when all had gone wrong.

“This- this is the entry I wouldn’t let you read-” he passed the notebook to them, watching nervously as they read it.

Anatole looked up slowly. “What- what does this mean?”

“It means,” he said quietly. “That I didn’t know- that I could fall in love. I thought- I thought that I was immune to that. But then I met you- and I think- I know- that I’ve loved you this whole time. And I don’t expect you to forgive me for using you at first. But I want you to know that I wasn’t faking it. I love you both.”

Fedya looked back down at the floor, ready to leave at the slightest sign he should. For a long few minutes, there was uncomfortable silence, the only sound their breathing and the occasional flip of a page.

Finally, he felt a hand on both of his shoulders, and then Anatole’s head was on his shoulder and Y/N’s other hand was holding his. Fedya wrapped his arms around them and buried his head in Anatole’s chest, for once wanting to be comforted.

“I love you,” he repeated quietly, muffled by Anatole’s shirt.

Y/N rubbed his back. “I love you more.”

Anatole smiled, tucking Fedya’s head further into his chest. “And I love you most.”

#nick writes #anatole queueagin #anatole kuragin x reader

[rebelliousstories]

My blessing ~ Request!Andrey x Reader ~

I️ just send a request i️ didn’t finish writing. So here: An Andrey x Reader where the reader says yes but her brother (Dolokhov or Anatole) isn’t having it.

"Yes! Yes! Of course!" Today was the single-handedly best day of my life. Andrey proposed to me!! We've been in a relationship for several years and he just popped the question. Right now we were on our way to my brother's house to show him. Anatole didn't like Andrey for some reason when I introduced them for the first time. I was the youngest Kuragin in the family. Helene first, then Anatole, then me. To be fair I was only 12 minutes younger then Anatole. So not that far apart. But he seemed to never approve of possible suitors for me. I was jolted out of my little daydream when the troika stopped in front of the Kuragin estate. "Come on Andrey!! Let's go tell my brother and sister!"  I pulled on his hand so he was dragged out of the carriage with me. He just smiled and went along with it. I ran up to the door and knocked on the hardwood. A servant came to the door and took our coats. Anatole hearing commotion at the door came down the stairs to see me. "N/N!!" "TOLYA!!" We ran towards each other and embraced, laughing. I haven't seen my twin brother in forever. After a few minutes, we pulled apart and I turned to Andrey. "Tolya, Andrey and I have some pretty exciting news... We're getting married!!" I slowly watched the smile slip from Anatole's face. I was confused until he told me something I was prepared to hear but I didn't want to hear. "No." He shook his head and stepped away from us like we were abominations. "No. I won't allow you two to marry. Seriously Y/N? You couldn't pick any other man in all of Moscow. In all of Russia for that matter." Tolya was putting his head in his hands. "Anatole. Even though we don't get along with each other, I would hope that you would give your blessing to our marriage. If not for my sake, for your sister's. Please." My Andrey tried to convince my brother. I had no doubt before that Helene and Anatole would be happy for our marriage but now, I'm doubting how Helene would take the news. "No. Just no. I won't give my blessing. No. Just leave." He left the room and I burst into sobs. My Tolya doesn't want me to be married to the man I love. Sobs and violent shakes wrecked my body as Andrey pulled me into his arms.  I couldn't seem to calm down. Lord in the heavens knows I won't invite my father to our wedding, so I was counting on Anatole to walk me down and give me away. I vaguely heard Andrey ask one of the maids if Helene was here but I was too busy trying to calm myself down. Next thing I knew, I was being pulled into delicate arms. "Y/N! My dear, oh what happened? Was it Tolya? Andrey what happened?!" Helene demanded my fiance to spill. So we did. After we sat down and got some tea and biscuits of course. By the time I had told Helene about my engagement, she didn't take it like Anatole did. "N/N. I'm so happy for you.  I can't wait for you and Andrey to get married. Anatole shouldn't have reacted the way he did. I'll be back. I'm going to talk some sense into him. " And with that, Helene left. My beloved Andrey moved us over to some couches that we could rest on until Helene came back. I was glad that Lelya approved of my engagement but the fact that Tolya didn't approve. It broke me. I slowly drifited into sleep, the thought of Anatole on my mind.  

#andrey bolkonsky #Andrey x reader #andrey bolkonsky x reader #Anatole Kuragin #anatole kuragin x reader #Helene Kuragina #Helene x reader #The Great Comet #the great comet x reader #the great comet imagine #Natasha Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 #angst

[lipstickanon]

Request for what being with Dom!Anatole would be like? Im such a slut for anatole and i saw you said youd write for comet so pls

Anatole is a little shit, especially when he’s dom

He’ll tease you as a punishment

Sometimes, he’ll make you do all the work but give you instructions the whole time and if you don’t follow them exactly he’ll punish you

He loves choking you

Only if your comfortable with it though, he may be a cocky shit but he actually cares about your comfort levels and safety he’s not that big of an ass

He loves marking your skin, especially where he knows people will see them

Absolute pro at dirty talk

 He loves denying you what you want or need most

Watching you squirm turns him on even more

So does overstimulation, for both you and him

#great comet #anatole kuragin #anatole kuragin x reader #npagc1812 #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #Anonymous

[a-second-hand-sorrow]

Birthday Celebration Headcanons (Anatole Kuragin X Reader)

A/N: Here's today's post! Hope y'all enjoy!

- Anatole found out from Hélène that it was your birthday in a few days, and he immediately freaked out, because he didn't have a gift for you!

- So he called up Dolokhov, who was your closest friend, and asked him what you might want for a birthday present.

- Dolokhov laughed at the desperation in Anatole’s voice, but he let him know that you really loved to read, and there was this particular series you'd wanted to read for a while, but never got around to.

- Anatole thanked his friend immensely, and then rushed off to the local bookstore to buy you the entire series. Not just the first book, but all six of them.

- Books aren't cheap, so Anatole ended up spending like $150 on your birthday present.

- He managed to take all the books home, and he wrapped them all up in one big present. (The books came in a slip case, so it was easier to wrap.)

- Anatole’s next step was planning a small party for you, because he found out the hard way that you and big parties do not get along.

- He invited all of your close friends, and a few people responded right away.

- Those few people being Hélène, Dolokhov, Natasha and Marya. Sonya and Pierre took a little bit more convincing because of their introverted natures and aversion to parties, but eventually they agreed to come.

- So you came home on your birthday to find a heap of decorations up and all your friends there, and when you walk through the door they all surprise you.

- You're so shocked that Anatole managed to organise all of it, and you're even happier when you see the gift he got you.

- Anatole gets all sheepish and blushy, and starts going an even brighter red when you kiss his cheek, right in front of all your friends.

- Everyone else gets you gifts, and you're on the verge of tears because you have such wonderful friends.

- The list of gifts is as follows:

- Hélène got you a green dress that conveniently matches both her Anatole’s favourite outfits.

- Dolokhov got you a new guitar so that the two of you could play duets together.

- Natasha got you a new set of pearl earrings and a matching pearl necklace.

- Sonya got you a mug that has a cat on it that you adored.

- And Pierre bought you a few old books from the antique centre that he thought you'd like.

- After the almost all the guests had left, Anatole was still hanging around, helping pack up.

- You told Anatole just how thankful you were for throwing this all together, before mustering up the courage to kiss him.

- He was a little shocked because he'd had feelings for you for at least a year, but he kissed back immediately.

- So now every year the two of you celebrate your birthday together, with love and the occasional surprise.

#great comet #the great comet #great comet imagine #great comet x Reader #Anatole Kuragin #Anatole Kuragin imagine #Anatole Kuragin x Reader #npatgco1812

[abacus-and-paper-money]

If nobody writes some great comet x reader shit soon im gonna have to take it into my own hands dude like I know it's cringe but sOMEBODY'S gotta supply the guilty pleasure content around here

#great comet #anatole kuragin #fedya dolokhov #fyodor dolokhov #great comet meme #helene bezukhova #mary bolkonskaya #marya d #natasha rostova #nptgc1812 #nptgco1812 #tgc #tgc1812 #x reader #seriously guys #i know you fuckers will read it #natasha pierre & the great comet of 1812 #dave malloy

[rostovs-lover]

Sick pt.2

Pierre Bezukhov, Helen Kuragina, Anatole Kuragin, Vaska Denisov, Fyodor Dolohov | discussion of sickness, not graphic | gender neutral reader | fluff, hurt/comfort

Pierre 

Pierre wants to help but he doesn’t really know how to 

Someone, please help this man 

He would probably end up bringing you food 

“Oh, no rum? I do suppose rums not the best when you're ill,”

He would also read to you so much

Like whatever you wanted him to read, he’d read

Helen

Helen would be so dang protective

She probably wouldn’t stay with you the entire time because she had parties to go to and diners to have but she would frequently check up on you

Shes also so ready to yell at someone for not doing something right 

She's just worried 

But shes honestly probably the most level headed like she knows that you're not going to die from this 

But she also knows it's horrible and probably hurts because when does being sick not hurt?

Protective girlfriend Helen makes me gayer than usual

Anatole

Anatole is by far the most confused when it comes to taking care of you 

Like, is he supposed to be in the same room as you? Can he touch you?

Poor baby is absolutely lost and expects the worst

So he when he finally goes in your room he is bewildered by the facts that you're sitting up and talking

Your face is flushed and your voice is scratchy but you're alive and he’s relived

Kind of leaves it up to the nurse to take care of you but he will bring you tea because he's trying his hardest!!

Denisov

BDE (big dad energy)

At the slightest sniffle, he's all over you 

Checking your temperature and wrapping you in blankets 

You can bet your bucket if you get cold he's right there

He's probably the human equivalent of a space heater but this is like 1812 so those don’t exist 

He's just soft and protective

Dolokhov

Fyodor Dolohov knows what to do

He took care of his mother and sister so he's prepared

Soup and tea and vivid war stories 

He’ll totally just sit with you (that seems to be a common theme) and play with your hair until you feel better 

He's a softie and he cannot hide it

#war and peace #war and peace x reader #war and peace imagines #pierre bezukhov #helen kuragina #anatole kuragin #denisov #dolokhov #vaska denisov #fyodor dolokhov #runes writing

[lowqualityhamilton]

Marya: Stay away from Hélène, Natasha darling.

Also Marya: Lol Hélène let's make out

#the great comet #the great comet of 1812 #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #the great comet live #marya dmitryevna akhrosimova #marya #helene #helene kuragin #natasha #natasha x reader #natasha x pierre #natasha x andrei #anatole #musicals #musical jokes #musical memes

[the-a-word-2214]

Defender

summary: Anatole suggests a filthy thing to (Y/N) at the opera involving his sister, Pierre steps in. Based on the scene at the Opera with Natasha

pairing: Pierre Bezukhov x reader

word count: 1,095

warnings: filthy language, fluff, protective and angry Pierre, sexual assault

The sun filtered through the curtains as you felt soft kisses on your shoulder and cheek. Your eyes flutter open as you turn to look at the man you could now call your husband. His eyes full of love, his mouth parted.

“I am at a loss for words, my love. Your beauty mystifies me each and every day.” His voice is the ghost of a whisper as he takes your hand in his, his body hovering above you.

“My darling Pierre, your presence alone makes my heart beat faster. I’m elated that you can now see your self-worth.”

Ever since he joined the questionable Freemasons, he had a new sense of accomplishment and pride now that he was taking more time to sort out his farm duties. Once this happened, he proposed to you. He figured that he was in a better place now to marry you since he now felt a sense of purpose in life.

You, on the other hand, were getting over the death of your father. He pulled you out of a dark time, your roles reversed at that moment. You felt hopeless while he gave you every reason to live. Normally it’d be the other way around.

He hums in response, his eyes searching your own. His slim fingers find yours, intertwining themselves as if he’s trying to get lost in you.

“That may be so, but it wasn’t without your guidance. I couldn’t have done it without you, (Y/N).” His words are soft, only loud enough for you to hear them.

“Your excellency, it is time to attend to your business affairs.” A staff member enters your quarters and announces to your husband that he must get on with the day.

“Right, thank you.” He swiftly stands up, pulling on his clothes for the day, the same staff member assisting.

“Good luck, my love. I shall miss you.” You give him a kind smile, pecking his lips quickly as he heads off.

*****

The next time you saw Pierre was at the Opera that evening. You both walked into the palace together, quickly finding your designated seats. You felt a sense of pride, it wasn’t every day that you got to show off your new husband to relatives and noblemen alike.

Your hand sat in Pierre’s, his thumb gently stroking the top of your hand. Every so often, his eyes would scan your face to check up on you. He was more attentive than you could ever ask for.

You glanced at the crowd, hoping to see some familiar faces. Your eyes fell on that of Anatole Kuragin, the scoundrel himself. His eyes were trained on you, your sense of comfort slowly depleting. You shifted your gaze back to the stage in hopes of regaining your posture and focus.

Helene appeared by your husband’s side, her fingers lingering on his coat.

“Might I pull you away for a moment, Count Bezukhov?” You never trusted her but you trusted Pierre enough to know that he wouldn’t be fooled by her.

You turned your focus back to the opera, noticing that Anatole was gone. In a flash, he was in your husband’s place. His slimy grin on full display.

“Hello, dear Countess. Might I propose something to you?”

“I suppose so. Speak.” Your gaze never moved from the stage as the man beside you took your hand as though he were your lover.

“Meet me in the nearby closet once this is all done, my sister and I will be waiting for you.” He whispered in your ear away from listening ears.

You were appalled by his words. Yanking your hand away, you stood up in an instant. You rushed off to clear your mind as your husband removed his eyes from Helene. He looked on after you as he saw Anatole rush into the equipment room.

The footsteps behind you were evident as you tried to find a place to hide from him. Your breath caught in your throat as he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. His other hand made its way under your dress and breeches, trying to find that spot between your legs.

You screamed as you tried to wriggle your hands from his grasp. The door flung open and Anatole was flung from your body, pinned against a nearby wall by your beloved.

His glasses fogged as he seethed with rage. “I will kill you! Don’t you ever lay your hands on her again!” He screamed as he held a piece of equipment near his head in an attempt to scare him.

By this point, several other people in power looked in on the three of you while Helene stood idly by. Anatole huffed as he moved away and stormed off with his sister in tow.

A sob finally escaped your lips as you shook your head, stunned by what just happened. You sunk into the warm arms of your husband as he stroked your hair, leaving soft kisses on the top of your head.

“Trust me when I say he’s not coming back. I would like to believe that Helene won’t be either.” He holds you at arm's length to look at you, his fingers tilting your chin up.

“It’s going to be alright, (Y/N). I’m sure of it.” You weakly smile as he puts an arm around you and takes you home.

*****

As you lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, you can’t help but wonder why Anatole targeted you? It deeply hurt you that he would go as far as to play a sick joke on you and manipulate you the way he did.

You’re pulled from your thoughts at the sight of your husband standing at the foot of your bed, his eyes full of worry as he climbs in next to you adorned with his nightshirt.

“Darling, are you alright? You worry me so much.” He speaks truthfully as you’re met with the green orbs that made up his irises.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m just a little shaken up is all.” You rub at your arms and stop at your wrists, the ghost of Anatole’s hand still there.

“Well alright, let’s get some sleep. I’m here if you need me.” He pulls you into him as he blows out the candle near his head. His arm wraps around your waist. His embrace reminds you that with him, you’re safe.

You didn’t have to worry about visitors in the night with your husband with you. Pierre was all you needed at that moment to put your mind at ease.

#paul dano #paul dano x reader #pierre bezukhov #pierre bezukhov x reader #war and peace 2016 #war and peace

[corabelleimagines]

Heartbroken and Oblivious pt. 1 (Dolokhov x (fem)reader x Anatole)

Some fedya dolokhov x reader x anatole kuragin, angst. Because I felt like it. So dolokhov, anatole, and reader are in a relationship and they slowly start losing anatole to natasha, even planning to elope with her. Yes he's still married in this one. Also very, very short. From my Wattpad

Word Count: 900

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(Y/N's P.O.V.)

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my extravagant dress, a rich blue, exposing my shoulders, neck, and even my bare arms. The dress cut low enough to see my feet and ankles, knowing all eyes would be upon me as we entered.

"Absolutely enchanting." A voice praised, I quickly turned to the door.  Anatole standing there, handsome as ever. Smiling and walking to him."

"I must say the same, my dear. But do remind me why we must enter every opera late." Sighing, not only did I find it the most rude thing I'd ever joined him in doing but Fedya had left before us to accompany Helené. I knew I could trust them both, but it felt weird to not be late to another opera with him.

"Come on, mon cher. If we leave now we'll be there by the middle of the act and see Dolokhov." Anatole said, almost as if he'd read my mind. Arm in arm we walked outside of the house and into the waiting troika. Knowing Balaga'a speed we would be there in no time. I stayed snuggled into one of my lovers chests, his arm around me until we arrived at the opera . We left the troika and entered the opera house and then the theatre. Hundreds of eyes watching us, men and woman both gazing with lustful eyes. Anatole's tall physique, glittering, masculine eyes, and tender smile. My plump shoulders, bare arms, mischievous smirk, and neck. I couldn't help but swell with pride not only was this man one of my loves, but he made me feel so confident by following in his footsteps and the energy he radiated onto me. I almost missed the look at the Countess, but I thought nothing of it.

Soon at our seats in the front row, greeting Helené my closest friend and confident, and greeting my other dear love Fedya. With such happiness as I sat between him and Tolya. Staring intently at the stage, but not understanding much of it. Dolokhov continually whispering sweet words into my ear and Tolya's arm around my waist. A few times I noticed him gazing at Countess Nataliya, but figuring he was simply tired and zoned out of the scene simply continued with the show. Soon enough I felt his warm arm leave my waist and he stood up. "Where are you going, Tolya?" I asked, holding his coat arm.

"Just going for a breath of air, some of this perfume isn't mixing well with the other's, mon cher." He gazed into my eyes intently, I smiled softly and nodded. Letting go of him and laying my head on Dolokhov's arm. Fedya glanced at Tolya but I told him what was happening and we went on with out night.

He had been gone for quite a bit now, I began to realize after I'd forgotten everything except the show. Looking at his still empty chair, this wasn't like Tolya at all. I could sense Dolokhov noticing too. Suddenly Anatole was there again, his usual jaunty step. He almost seemed a bit detached from us and reality as he sat. Suddenly he kissed both Dolokhov and I on the head as he sat down, a bright smile painted onto his naive lips. Dolokhov gave him and odd look, and we continued watching the opera.

As it ended and I turned I caught sight of Natasha staring at Anatole, I wasn't surprised as this happened often, with Tolya being so attractive. We all cried 'bravo' as the actors left the stage and my dear Fedya helped me out of my seat. Anatole stood up and took Helene's arm, the four of us making our way out. Fedya and I made it into the troika a minute before Helene and Anatole, making ourselves comfortable in the seat. "How was the show my love?" Dolokhov asked.

"Dreadfully boring, though not as bad as some of the others." He laughed at my comment and kissed my cheek, his beard tickling the side of my face. Soon the other two entered the troika as well.

"Helene and I were talking and we should stop at Pierre's before heading to the club for drinks." Anatole said, sitting down.

"That sounds great to me, dear." Fedya smiled.

"And you, y/n?" Helene asked.

"Exactly what's needed after such a boring plight." Everyone laughed and then ride continued.

"Tolya, are you alright?" Dolokhov questioned suddenly. I turned to look at Anatole, he seemed zoned out, like he was thinking about something instead of just voicing it. Which was very unlike him.

"Hm? Oh yes, everything is quite alright, love. Just looking at the stars."

(Third Person p.o.v.)

Little did anyone know that this was the one last night before everything went completely downhill. Before duels, lies, letters, and secrets. Only a few hours before Anatole would ask Helene to do something that would damage many relationships and emotions.

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A/N: So there's that, comment, request. This one wasn't that good but I needed to publish something. So here you go. Love to all!

#great comet #anatole kuragin #fedya dolokhov #reader insert #helene kuragina #natasha rostova #great comet of 1812 #war and peace #imagines

[the-great-imagines-of-1812]

Masterlist

Started: 10/27/2018 Last edited: 1/12/19

Newsies

All

Modern!College AU! x reader headcanons

Jack Kelly

Something to believe in- Series Part 1- Part 2

Les Miserables

Marius Pontmercy x reader 

It led me back to you- Part 1 (coming soon)

Marry Me

Misc.

Mission Complete

Dear Evan Hansen

Evan Hansen x reader

Safe 

Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812

Pierre Bezukhov x reader

Dust and Ashes (Dead! reader)

Anatole Kuragin x reader

Anatole x trans! reader headcanons

Natasha x Pierre

Today 

Helene x reader

Dawning realization  (Fem! reader)

Preferences (great comet)

How you meet them

Anastasia

Dmitri

I Can’t 

Once Upon a December (unofficial part two to I Can’t)

Fantastic beasts and where to find them

Newt Scamander

Christmas head cannons

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Dating Poe Dameron and being in the First Order (formerly) - part 1

#natsha #pierre #greatcometof1812 #helene #anatole #evan hansen #connor murhy #zoe murphy #lgbt #anastasia #newsies #Les miserables #marius pontmercy #the rest of the barricade boys

[indigo-streaks-in-her-hair]

What kind of requests do you have lined up? Just curious to know what I can look forward to :)

i guess i can consider this “today’s agenda”. vic and i currently have 11 requests and we literally split them up way earlier this morning (well, night for her). writer’s block has been a kick in the dick, but we’re getting there slowly but surely. these are the requests that i’m taking:

• connor murphy x reader [where you get drunk at a college party] (0% done)

• jd x reader [with lots of emotional bonding and prOM wOAh] (0% done)

• connor murphy x reader [sickeningly sweet fluff] (0% done)

• jared kleinman x reader [a n g s t,,,,,] (16% done? this is gonna be a freaking novel i swear)

• jack kelly x reader [where you are a performer at medda’s] (18.72% done)

• connor murphy x reader [with protective big brother evan]

here are the requests that she’s taking (i don’t know how far she’s gotten with each of them):

• connor murphy x reader [based on the song ”bad liar” by selena gomez”]

• anatole kuragin x reader [fluffy confession]

• connor murphy x reader [vic’s vacation idea]

• connor murphy x reader [smut where both parties are virgins]

• connor murphy x reader [where they take zoe to get her wisdom teeth removed]

this is a super long answer by a very short, unmotivated person. i’m sorry, it’s bad, i know. i’ll find some sort of energy or whatever it is to get back to writing very soon, i promise (it’s not like i have a life or anything). requests aren’t closed but be mindful that it will take a while to get to yours. thank you all so much for being kind and supportive and every quality that a beautiful person has. i love you all but i probably won’t be online much today. i’m sorry, sorry, sorry, and i love you, love you. love you !! -s

#today's agenda #summer's schedule

[obiwan824]

Money- Anatole Kuragin x Reader

A/N: I started this so long ago, but it’s finished! I haven’t edited it, so feel free to send me a message or an ask if you notice something. I went with kind of a College AU where they both live close to campus, so they live in their respective houses. Hope this is what you were looking for, love! Sorry it took so long :)

Requested by anon

Maybe he would never notice her, but she noticed him. The way his blonde hair was so perfectly placed, his shining blue eyes, his pale skin, the way he would tap his pen again his fingers and bounce his knee and look about, all in an attempt to keep himself entertained.

She wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, kiss him, tell him how much she loved him.

Y/N watched the boy from afar again, hoping he might notice her. She studied him carefully, not even bothering to hide the way her gaze constantly fell on him.

“Y/N!” somebody whispered. “Hey, Y/N!” She felt a tap on her shoulder. Y/N turned around to find her good friend Sonya. Rostova shook her head.

“You’re staring again.”

Y/N shrugged and turned back.

 And then suddenly, he turned around, his bright blue eyes locking with hers. The corners of his mouth lifted up in a smirk as he studied her, scanning her body up and down. His smirk only grew, obviously pleased with what he saw. She flushed and looked away, wondering what she had done to capture the attention of the handsome boy in front of her.

“That’s Anatole Kuragin,” Sonya whispered. “He and his sister, Helene? Richest kids here.”

Y/N let out a quiet sigh. Of course- of course the handsome boy who happened to notice her would be rich. She looked at Anatole one more time, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t notice, but his eyes were already on her. They lit up at the sight of her, and he raised his hand in a small wave. She couldn’t help herself- she smiled, waving back. He brightened, reaching around in his bag for something, though he kept glancing back at her, as if afraid that she might run away. When he pulled out a sheet of paper and began jotting down something in a messy scrawl. Anatole smiled at his work when he was finished and held the note up to her with a flushed, pleased face.

Want to go out for dinner?

Y/N’s eyes widened. She looked side to side and even behind her to make sure she was the one he was talking to.

“Me?” she mouthed, gesturing to herself silently. Anatole chuckled.

“Yes, you!” he mouthed back. She felt her face heat up as she considered her options, the choices whirling around in her mind. She could say yes, and probably have the night of her life, maybe even have a relationship with the boy she’d had a crush on since the first day.

On the other hand, the moment he found out how poor she was, he would break up with her. Maybe it was better to hurt him now, she would never have to deal with the pain of him finding out and breaking her heart.

Still, the thought of going on even one date with the handsome man made her heart spin. With a grin, she slowly nodded yes. He grinned toothily, doing a little fist pump to himself and spun back around, whispering something to the man beside him.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Sonya mumbled to her friend. Before Y/N could reply, class was over. Y/N began to gather up her things, piling them into her bag with a shrug to Sonya. Rostova shook her head, though she was smiling, and walked away. When Y/N looked back at Anatole’s seat, he was gone.

When she looked to the right, she saw the blond sauntering up the aisle, gaze locked onto hers, eyes sparkling. Sonya was gone, and now it was just her and the cute boy she had agreed to go on a date with.

“Hi there, darling, ready for dinner?” he asked, not bothering to introduce himself. He pressed himself against her chair in a desperate way, trying to make himself seem attractive. She smiled.

“Of course, just let me grab my bag-”

“No need!” Anatole reached down and took it for her, pulling it over his shoulder. He tilted his head to the side in a silent question, wondering whether it was okay for him to carry her things. She nodded and he reached for her hand. “We’ll be off, then!”

Y/N placed her hand in his, little tingles entering her skin from the feeling of his hand pressed against hers, and her face flushed a deeper shade of pink. He pulled her out of her seat, smiling as she giggled, and, with fingers intertwined, began to lead her to the door of the lecture hall.

“There’s this really great place a few towns over,” Anatole told her happily. “They have great food!”

Y/N nodded. “Sounds great!”

As they stepped out onto the grass, Y/N could see her own beat-up car parked nearby, the one she shared will all of her family members, the one she probably shouldn’t leave here in case somebody else in her family needed it, since her college was somewhat far away from her house.

Y/N shrugged to herself, shaking out her hair. Who cared about what she should or shouldn’t do? With that logic, she shouldn’t be out with Anatole Kuragin- that logic would only bring her down. She began to look around for any other cars, wondering what Anatole’s would look like.

“I guess the car isn’t here yet,” the boy said suddenly, sticking his lips out in a pout and taking out his phone, never letting go of her hand. He opened up his texts and shook his head, smiling at her with a big, innocent grin. “Balaga, he’s my driver, he’ll be here any minute. Let’s just sit a moment!” He pulled her over to a nearby stone fence surrounding the lecture hall and sat down with her, studying her hand with interest.

“You have a driver?” Y/N huffed out some sort of laugh. Anatole looked at her with genuine confusion.

“Doesn’t… doesn’t everyone?”

Before she could reply, an expensive-looking car pulled up. All confusion left the boy’s face as he grinned and stood up, pulling her along with him. He walked her over to the car, opening the door for her and greeting the man behind the wheel cheerfully.

“Come on, love, we don’t want to be late!” Anatole pulled her into the car, letting her get comfortable before he took a seat. He rattled off instructions to Balaga before turning to Y/N, who was distracted by her examination of the car. “Nice, isn’t it?”

“Very,” Y/N replied absent-mindedly, her mind wandering. It seemed as if Anatole was completely clueless- he had no idea how much she struggled to get the money she needed to pass through everyday life. She wondered what he would say when he found out- she couldn’t even dwell on it.

Anatole frowned. “Is everything alright?”

“Of course.” Y/N smiled at him, taking his hand again and squeezing it. “Just nervous.”

This made him smile. “Nervous? What of- are you nervous of me?”

She giggled. “Just a bit, yes.”

He pulled her the tiniest bit closer to him, tucking her into his side. “No need to be. Just tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable, okay? Just let me know.”

Y/N nodded, curling into his side a bit without thinking about it. In his arms, she felt safe. In his arms, nothing could go wrong.

The car pulled up to a large building, painted white and shiny and new. She read the name of the restaurant, something in French she didn’t understand, and looked at Anatole warily.

“This looks fancy- I’m not sure I’m dressed appropriately-”

Anatole took the hand that was beginning to run down her outfit with anxiety and pulled it to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “Don’t worry. The outside’s just a front- very casual place.”

Y/N nodded, deciding to trust him, and followed him out of the car. He held the door open for her as they entered and turned to the manager who greeted them at the door with a grin.

Y/N looked at him curiously. “The tables are all filled- do you have a reservation or something? I’m not sure we can get in otherwise.”

He smiled again. “Something like that.” he turned to the manager. “Anatole Kuragin.”

The hostess nodded and ran off, coming back with two menus and a cheerful smile. “Right this way.” She led the pair to a secluded booth with plush seats, a lighted candle on the seat.

“This good?” Anatole asked his date as they slid into opposite ends of the booth, the hostess placing menus down in front of both of them and going off to get their waiter.

Y/N nodded enthusiastically. “It’s wonderful!” She couldn’t help but wonder whether she should even be there. She looked down at the menu, trying to distract herself, but instantly her eyebrows furrowed. “Oh.”

“What’s wrong, darling?” he piped up, looking up at her with concern.

“It’s just- I’m not sure I can afford this-”

Anatole smiled easily, visibly relaxing, and put his arm across the table to put his hand on top of hers, squeezing gently. “Don’t worry, love, do you think I’d take you out for dinner and make you pay? This one’s on me.”

Y/N let out a sigh of relief, smiling, though she sat stiffly, wondering whether he was beginning to suspect she might not be as rich as him. As the waitress came by, they both ordered, and Y/N began to slip into comfort with his blue eyes locked onto hers. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to pretend she was like him after all.

…

Later that night, he texted her. She looked down at her phone with surprise, reading the text with confusion. Her mystified mask melted into a smile and slight blush when she read the message.

Enjoyed our date tonight. Hope to see you in class tomorrow. ;)

Y/N laughed, typing out a reply.

Enjoyed it too. I’ll be there.

She couldn’t help but think that it sounded stupid, but she put the thought aside and held the phone close to her chest, grinning when it vibrated.

…

It had been a month since her date with Anatole and every day was something new. She found herself constantly falling more in love with him, part of her always feeling guilty when she enjoyed the expensive dates he would pay for. Y/N couldn’t help but feel like she wasn’t offering anything to him.

She still hadn’t told him about her financial situation. It wasn’t supposed to last this long, she would think glumly. She had to go ahead and fall in love with the rich boy.

It was another month later that he asked to go over to her place. She had been to his multiple times, always finding the large home with more expensive furniture than she would ever consider lining the rooms enchanting. Anatole would laugh at the mystified expression on her face and pull her into his arms, asking her to dance with him to a silent room.

Her house was small, miniscule in comparison to his. Surely he would scoff at it, break up with her, make her feel like nothing. However, she couldn’t put it off any longer or he would become suspicious.

One day, after class, with their fingers intertwined, she walked him to her house, chewing her lip and shaking with nerves. She slowly walked up to the doorstep, studying his reaction. He had a neutral expression, with only his usual smirk and mischievous look to hint at his feelings. With a sigh, Y/N turned the key and opened the door, hesitantly pushing it open with loud creaking noise.

“So,” she said softly, her voice hoarse. “This is home.”

Anatole smiled, breathing in the scent. “It looks lovely!” he walked in behind her confidently, studying everything with wide eyes. “It’s… cozy.”

This made her freeze, wondering if he was judging her. He went and put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her and to convince her he meant it only in a good way, but she turned away from his touch and ran to her room, slamming the door shut behind her, tears trickling down her face. She paid no mind to the fact that Anatole was outside, lost in the middle of a house he had never been in before, and began to sob. She put her head down in her arms on the bed with knees pressed against the hard floor.

Tentatively, after a few moments, Anatole pushed the door open. “Y/N?” He walked over to her gingerly, kneeling down beside her and slowly wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “Y/N, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“You- you’re going to break up with me.” she sniffled. “You’ve realized by now I don’t have money and I’m not good enough for you, and-”

Anatole, with wide eyes, slowly cut her off with a gentle kiss to the top of her head, pulling her closer against his chest. She felt safer there, in his arms, and she melted into his touch. “I would never break up with you because of that. I love you, okay, Y/N? I don’t care how much money you have. I just want you to be mine.”

And he sat up on her bed, lying down, and pulled her along with him, kissing her forehead as he cuddled her. Y/N embraced him, curling up alongside him eagerly.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, but he only kissed her head again.

“Hush now, love, I’m just happy to be here with you.”

#sorry if you speak french i guess #anatole x reader #anatole kuragin x reader #idk #reader inserts are weird if you think about it #its like heres a story #but im in it #anyway the schedule is somewhat keeping me on track #was gonna post this tomorrow but im supposed to do comet on monday and hamilton on tuesday #stayed up late to finish this for you #goodnight :)

[rebelliousstories]

~Cuddling Anatole HCs~

See my ~Anatole and the air mattress~

He loves to cuddle

#snugglebug

Anatole is a snuggle bug

He spends his money on blankets and mattresses

He loves cuddling just you

He loves cuddling with Fedya

He loves cuddling with Helene

Or any combo of the 3

He either has his arms wrapped around you, with you as the little spoon

Or he's the little spoon

When Helene joins you for snuggles, she is your big spoon

While Anatole is your little spoon

When Fedya comes in, it's the same except your the little spoon

On the rare instance that Helene and Dolokhov join things get interesting

Anatole is being spooned by Fedya

Helene is spooning you

And you and Anatole are cuddled together

When it's just the two of you there's always a hand in someone's hair

Whether it's his hand in your hair or you're hand in his hair

Even when Fedya and Helene join, hair petting is always present

He whispers sweet nothing's to you while holding you close

And while cuddling before dosing off, he places a trail of kisses from your hair to your lips

~ I hope this was good. I'm trying to find more ideas and fandoms to write about. ~

#natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #cute and fluffy #anatole kuragin #anatole kuragin x reader #danatole #fedya dolokhov #helene kuragina #headcanons #the great comet #the great comet x reader #the great comet imagine

[lipstickanon]

SO GREAT COMET YOU WRITE FOR...would you mind writing some quick Anatole cuddling headcanons? Thankyouthankyouthankyou

Anatole, this boy he loves cuddling he really does

There’s something about him being able to pull you close to him that makes him feel special

He loves that he could make you feel safe, that makes him feel invincible

He loves that he can be completely vulnerable and open around you, a rarity for him

He loves when you fall asleep on his chest. He’ll pull you close and press kisses to your forehead

He’s usually the big spoon, but occasionally he loves it when you wrap your arms around him and pull him close. Being in your arms makes him feel safe

#anatole kuragin #anatole kuragin x reader #Anonymous

[the-brilliant-comet-of1812-blog]

Everything • Anatole Kuragin x reader

(I’m basing my knowledge off of Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812, the first 12% of ‘War and Peace’ because I’m disappointingly not that far into it, and the little help google was. ⅓ of this is me guessing, ⅓ of this is me actually knowing what I’m doing, and ⅓ of this is just BS. Also, for the sake of this, imagine there was no affair or attempt to elope. Enjoy.)

Song: ‘The Abduction’ cover from Lucas Steele’s farewell: ‘One Last Look’ (It’s on YouTube, and if you haven’t heard it, I beg you: please do. It’s a beautiful and sad cover of such an amazing song. I used some modified lyrics for this, and it would give such a better feeling if you listened to it either while reading or before it. Thank you!)

You were awoken by the soft sound of piano playing downstairs. It was rare to hear piano play in the Kuragin household, as Anatole had told you that he couldn’t play. Perhaps, you paused, stretching your arms above your head as you blinked at the bright sun streaming in, perhaps Pierre was over, and had been playing to show off to Anatole. That’s all men seemed to do, it seemed. Show off. You chuckled at your own thoughts as you pulled covers down, turning and letting your bare feet touch the cold floor. Your toes curled in reflex for a second, but they instantly uncurled and you stood up. Everything was silent, save for the piano coming from downstairs. The silence always worried you, especially being married to Anatole. There always seemed to be something going on in the house, and-

Oh.

It hit you like a brick, you felt queasy. It was quiet because everything was somber. Today was the day your love would be off to fight in the war, leaving you alone, possibly forever. You sighed, sitting back down on the bed, a creak coming from the springs. With a moment to regain yourself, you took a final steady breath of air, standing up and beginning to walk towards the door, the piano continue in to play in the background. You quietly opened the door, the sound growing louder. It was a soft melody, a repeating of a dozen or so notes. As you near the staircase, you notice not just a melody being played by a piano, but also an accompanying voice. It didn’t take you long to recognize that this voice belonged to your husband, and a smile found its way onto your face. Your feet began down the smooth staircase, trying not to notify him of your presence.

His voice became louder as you descended, and you stopped as soon as he came into view.

“Remember me to Steshka

There, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Wish me luck my Gypsy lovers

Now goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.”

You smiled as you recognized the soft melody of the song that Anatole would sometimes sing at the club, and tears clouded your eyes. You reached up to dab them away, but it was if the small action notified Anatole of your presence, and he stopped, looking towards you and smiling kindly.

He spoke first. “Dobroye utro, milyy.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You spoke softly in greeting.

“I was going to,” He began, looking into your eyes and you stood up, walking down the staircase. “You just looked so peaceful, so beautiful. I couldn’t bring myself to disturb you.”

You blushed, smiling. There was a moment of silence as you sat down on the piano bench next to him, looking down at your hands before you looked at him.

“I thought you couldn’t play.” You gestured at the piano.

“I never thought I was good enough to claim to.”

“Well, I think it’s beautiful.” You smiled at him, Anatole beaming back before you kissed each other softly as a ‘good morning.’

“So. Today, eh?” Anatole whispered as you drew apart, keeping your foreheads touching as hands found hands, holding the other’s in comfort.

“I shall miss you madly.” You spoke honestly, looking up at his stormy blue eyes with a sad face.

“As will I.” Was all he could reply. “They’ll be here any minute, and I’ll be off.”

You leaned against him. “Please be safe. If you have ever listened to anything I’ve ever said, listen to this. Keep yourself safe above all else.”

Anatole nodded.

“No, I mean it.” You looked into his eyes once more, placing a hand on his arm, your thumb rubbing circles. “I know you may say yes, but I need you to mean it. Promise me you’ll be okay. Please, Anatole.”

He looked down for a moment, at your hands that had returned to holding his. When his eyes returned to your [dark/light] ones, there were tears.

“I promise to try.” He spoke after a moment’s pause.

You shook your head. “That’s not good enough.” Your voice cracked.

“Well, I won’t lie. That’s as honest as I can be, samyy dorogoy.” A tear fell down his left cheek. “I would never, never lie to you. I will try my hardest to be okay. I promise that.”

What were you supposed to say to that? Because, to you, a promise to try was not the same as a promise to do. But there was nothing you could say, because you knew all too well that it was true.

You leaned forwards, pulling Anatole into a hug for a moment, before placing your hands on both sides of his face, and planting a kiss on his cheek.

“I love you, dorogoy.” You choked out, keeping your arms around him, feeling that if you never let go, he would never have to leave.

“I love you, too.” Although you couldn’t see Antole’s face, you hear his voice crack as well. You shut your eyes to stop more tears.

“But let us not dwell on the future.” Anatole spoke softly, holding you for a moment more before he pulled himself away, looking at the ivory piano keys.

“Will you play it again? Before you leave?” You looked at him. Anatole didn’t respond, just chuckling and having his head in a silent ‘no’. “Oh, please, Anatole! It was just so beautiful, and I may not hear you play for a while more. Just once more?”

“If you wish.” He responded simply, smiling as a light blush fell over his cheeks. It took his hands a second to find the keys, but when they did, he began to play the same notes as before, swaying softly with it.

“Goodbye, my one true lover,

All my revels here are over

Say goodbye, my love

Then kiss me one last time

Remember me forever

Til I die, I die, I die

Wish me luck, my dear, dear lover

Now goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.”

It wasn’t until until he was done that you noticed there was tears falling down your face.

“O Bozhe.” You muttered in sadness, before you began sobbing. “O Bozhe, I shall miss you.”

You elveloped each other in a hug, tears falling onto the other’s shoulders without thought to stop them. Your hands grasped each other from behind his back, holding so tight and never wanting to let go. He was your everything, and you didn’t know how you were supposed to let your everything go.

His head bent towards your ear. “I’m going to miss you too, moy lyubovnik.”

>now goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.<

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Sleepy baby ~ Danatole x Reader

( Y/N POV )

Being in a relationship with an ex- assassin and a man child isn't always easy. Especially shopping. The boys eat so much and I was always running to the store. This time both Anatole AND Dolokhov were joining me at the store.

Fedya and I were currently in the cookie and snack isle and I have no idea where Anatole is. I think he said something about drinking tonight and is going to go get them, but I don't really know. Resting my head on one of my lover's shoulder,  my eyes started to close on their own. I couldn't hear very well since one of my ears was buried into his shoulder so I asked him to repeat what he said.

" You tired dear? " Fedya asked me. If I could look up or open my eyes, I would have seen him looking down on me with adortion in his eyes. I did a mixture of a nuzzle and a nod to confirm. Dolokhov shifted a bit and pulled out his phone.

(Dolokhov's POV)

Pulling out my phone, I quickly texted Anatole to let him know of the situation that Y/N was in. About 3 minutes later as she was slipping in and out of consciousness, Anatole came practically galloping with vodka and wine. Placing the bottles in the cart he walked over to Y/N and me. He took a sleepy baby from my arms and we went to checkout. We could always go back for the groceries we didn't get. Passing the keys to Anatole, I nodded to the doors if the store.

As much as I had hated staying behind and not going out the door with them, I loved to watch them go, if you know what I mean.

(Anatole's POV )

Unlocking the car, I deposited Y/N in the back seat. Making sure she was comfortable, I ran around to the front of the car and got in the driver's seat to warm up the car since it was a little chilly out. At that moment rain started to pour. This is not a coincidence, because Marya, Natasha's godmother pulled into the parking space in front of me. Wide eyed, I just took the car to the front of the store to help Dolokhov with the bags.

We got everything into the car,  even though Dolokhov got drenched. It was kinda adorable. He looked like a wet puppy.

" I'm not a puppy. If you say I'm a puppy again,  so help me God I won't write anymore letters on your behalf!  " Dolokhov said before getting into the driver's seat while I got the back. On our way home,  nothing eventful happened.

I just sat there,  combing one hand through Y/N's hair, and my other hand going through my own. When I wasn't trying to make my poof, as both of them like to call it, I was looking at my sleepy baby. So beautiful, so tired, so charming and enchanting.

Once we got home I took Y/N up to our bedroom and laid down with her seeing as she was completely passed out by now. I went to go back downstairs to help Fedya with groceries when I felt a light touch on my hand, so light that I could've mistaken it for a breeze. Turning around I found that it was just Y/N holding my hand and the more I tried to break away,  the more her grip tighten.

" Honey... I need to help the puppy. " I whispered to my sleepy lover. She tightened her grip ever so slightly, I had no choice but to stay. Toeing off my shoes, I slipped under the covers and cuddled next to her. I started drifting asleep until finally blackness.

(Dolokhov's POV)

When I walked up the stairs and into the bedroom,  when my eyes fell on a sight to behold. Y/N's was tucked under Tolya's chin while he had his arms around her. Slipping of my shirt and shoes, I crawled under the covers and wrapped my arms around Anatole while Y/N's back was to me. Slipping into a blissful sleep, I could've sworn I felt them both pull me closer.

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