#sonya rostova x reader

[rostovs-lover]

The Things We Lost

You lose someone very close and suddenly (character) is all you seem to have left 

Rostov Cousins | tw. implied family death, not specified who | female reader | hurt/comfort 

Natasha 

  “Oh (Y/n),” Natasha cried as she hugged her friend. (Yn) had been arranged to stay with the Rostovs after her relatives passing and she had hardly gotten through the door before Natasha mauled her.

  (Yn) set her bags down by the door and embraced her, “Natasha,”

  She pulled away, holding (Yn)’s shoulder to look at her, “Oh darling, you must come in. we’ll get some tea arranged and your bags were taken care of,”

  (Yn) smiled and patted her arm, “Thank you so much, Natasha,”

  “Of course!” Natasha gave her friend another quick hug, “Now let's go inside and get out of this cold,”

  The two of them had retired to Natasha’s room

  “So,” Natasha started, sipping her tea, “Do you want to talk about it?”

  (Yn) shook her head, “No, I-” She swallowed, “I don’t particularly want to think about it,” It was painfully quiet as she stared into her teacup, “So anything new in your life Tasha?” 

  Natasha lit up, smiling brightly, “Well I met a boy!”

  “Oh?” (Yn) asked sipping her tea.

  “Yes!” Her blonde curls bounced as she sat up a bit straighter, “His name is Andrei Bolkonsky,”

  “Bolkonsky?” (Yn) raised an eyebrow, “Like Prince Bolkonsky?” 

  Natasha grimaced, “Yes, Prince Bolkonsky is his father,”

  (Yn) nodded, “I don’t know much about them but I’ve heard the name,”

  “So,” The blonde started, “How are you feeling?” 

  She sighed, “I’m fine Natasha,” 

  “Are you sure?” She put her hand on (Yn)’s knee, “You can talk to me, I’ll listen I promise,” 

  “There's nothing to talk about Nat,” (Yn)’s eyebrows furrowed, “I just miss them, that's all,”

  Natasha grabbed (Yn)’s hands, “Alright, but I’m always here (Yn), you’re not alone,”

Nikolai

“Tasha's worried about you,” (Yn) could see Nikolai in the mirror on her vanity.

“Why?” She asked, continuing to run a brush through her hair.

He sighed and came further into the room to sit on her bed, “You’ve been cooped up in this manor for months,” 

“That's not uncommon Nikolai,” 

“(Yn),” He was worried, she could hear it in his voice. 

She turned to look at him, “I’m fine Nikki, I just need time to regroup.” 

He stared at her, eyebrows furrowed, “Are you really alright?” 

(Yn) nodded giving all of a smile that she could muster.

“Will you come and sit with me?” He asked, patting the spot next to him

(Yn) sighed and looked at him, “Nikolai, I am fine,” 

“I know,” He patted the bed again, “I just want you to sit by me.”

She gave in, moving to sit on the bed by him, “What now?” She asked.

He stared at (Yn), “Whatever we want,” He set his hand on hers, “we talk or just sit here or go somewhere. We could do anything we wanted.”

She stared up at him, “Nikolai…”

“It won't hurt as much in a few months, it's hard now because it is new, fresh. Wounds always hurt the most when you first get them,” Nikolai rubbed her arm, “And I will be here the whole time.”

(Yn) wrapped her arms around him, her head falling into the crook of his neck, “Thank you, Nikolai,”

Sonya (gif not mine)

Sonya was more patient than (Yn) could understand but she was unbelievably grateful none the less. Sonya had been at the (Ln) manor since the passing of (Yn)’s relative. In all honesty, (Yn) had expected her to leave, to leave when she saw just how much of a mess she was. Her tired eyes and unkempt hair, the continually drawn curtains and unlit candles. But Sonya didn’t, she stayed. 

(Yn) could feel her brush hair out of her face as she leaned down to her, “Are you hungry?” 

(Yn) shook her head and she didn’t say persist.

  “May I brush your hair?” Her voice was soft. When (Yn) nodded she sat behind her on the sofa, brush in hand and started to run it through her hair.

It was nice, the human interaction. Sonya’s hands going through her hair every few minutes to smooth what she’d just brushed. 

“Would you like to do anything today?” Sonya asked, “We could go take a walk or I heard that there's a new zoo open, would you like to visit that?” 

“I don’t care,” (Yn) looked at her hands. She felt bad for not caring but she couldn’t, not now at least, “I’m sorry,” 

“Oh goodness! Please don’t apologize, dear, it's quite alright. We can stay in here for today, work on a bit of needlepoint? We can always go somewhere some other time,”

(Yn) smiled at her, “Thank you, Sonya,”

“Of course,” She grinned and pinched (Yn)’s cheek, “I’m always here,” 

Boris

(Yn) hadn’t slept in what felt like years. She could feel the bags under her eyes and how chapped her lips were. Her head hurt, her nose was raw, and her cheeks were dry from crying. It hurt to breathe. 

A tray clicked onto the table in front of her.

“You should eat,” 

(Yn) didn’t have to look up to see who it was, Boris had been with her all day. 

His fingers traced over the back of her dress, presumably as a form of comfort. He wasn't the best at verbal support but his light touches and sweet gestures were enough. His presence was enough. 

“(Y/n)?” His voice was gentle.

She looked up to meet his gray-green eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed and his dark curls had started to fall out of place. He reached over and wiped her cheek with his knuckles, brushing off stray tears. 

In some revolting way, it was almost poetically beautiful. Boris with his tired eyes and pretty hair, his attitude of apprehension towards everything but being so sweet to her now. (Yn) and her normally lively personality and happy demeanour sitting here, reduced to nothing. It was horrible, everything was right now but Boris was there and he made her feel a bit better. 

He softly pulled her into him, lacing his fingers into her hair. He rocked her and felt her hands creeping around to grip the back of his coat. She felt safer here, with him, than she had in a while.

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[obiwan824]

Welcome Home- Sonya x Reader

A/N: I went for a modern AU and a female reader, if that’s okay! This is so gay I love it.

Requested by anon

“Sonya!”

“Y/N!”

Sonya grinned, running into her girlfriend’s open arms. She tucked her head Y/N’s shoulder, breathing in her scent- it smelled like home, like waking up in the early hours of the morning and baking cookies for no reason, it smelled like the weird body spray that Sonya had bought for her for Christmas one year and the same body spray that Y/N insisted on spraying on her clothes every day to make Sonya happy.

“I missed you,” she whispered in her ear, and Y/N blushed, because Sonya- her Sonya was right there in front of her, her hot breath inches from her face.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” Y/N replied quietly, her voice so soft that Sonya strained to hear her, but it was okay- because she would do anything to be with her Y/N again, she could deal with a little softness.

“I’m here now,” Sonya said, grinning so brightly that Y/N found herself falling in love with her all over again.

Y/N shifted so that their faces were inches from the others. “Thank goodness for that.”

And then Sonya’s lips were on hers, the world was falling into shambles around them, the people were blurring into little shadows in the back of their gaze, and the only thing Y/N could feel was the gentle press of Sonya against her. When they parted, flushed and grinning, Y/N intertwined their fingers.

“I love you.” she stuck out her lips. “Never leave again.”

Sonya giggled and kissed Y/N’s cheek. “I never will.”

#sonya x reader #sonya rostova x reader #cool #keeping this off of the tags is hard #but im going to keep trying #great comet x reader #there i ruined it #):

[the-gay-comet-of-1812]

Tired of being alone part 1: Sonya x reader

Authors note: It's sorta Gay. That's about everything I really have to say 👯 👯 👯 👯 I finally got home from the studio. I have been working on my dancing all day and my feet were practically raw. When I entered my apartment I flopped down on the couch. If I knew that being an ensemble member in a new show would be this draining, I wouldn't have done it. I've been dancing my whole life but I've never been pushed this far. After a few minutes I got up and ordered a pizza. It was not good for me to be eating it but I didn't care anymore. The Pizza got here and I ate it alone again. I didn't have any pets because I wasn't home very often to take care of them and I didn't have a girlfriend because I didn't have time. I cleaned up the kitchen and went into my bed. It was cold. I had trouble sleeping through the night. A few days later I had my day off. Most of it was talking to my friend who lived in Arizona. I didn't get to talk to him that often anymore. We talked for two hours. He told me about this dating app that he used to find his girlfriend. I was of course intrigued by it. After we hung up I downloaded it. It had me answer a bunch of questions which I answered truthfully. After a few hours of me making my profile I got a notification saying that the app matched me with someone named Sonya Rostova. Like any person, I looked at there profile. She were 21, female and she lived close to where I lived. Her picture was absolutely gorgeous. I fell in love with her when I saw her. We messaged each other back and forth. We had a lot in common which was a good thing. We decided to meet up at a bakery near by when we were both free. I couldn't wait to meet her in real life. I had a feeling that she was going to be the one.

#sonya rostova #Sonya rostova x reader #great comet fan fics #the great comet imagines #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #the great comet of 1812 #tgc imagines #y'all part two is gonna be cute

[rostovs-lover]

Sick

Andrei Bolkonsky, Marya Bolkonskoya, Natasha Rostova, Nikolai Rostov, Sonya Rostova, Boris Drubetskoy | discussion of sickness, not graphic | gender neutral reader | fluff

Andrei

Andrei worries a lot 

He won’t let anyone else take care of you, it has to be him

This means you're being waited on hand and foot

He's also constantly got the back of his hand on your forehead 

He's just always rushing around to try and get what you need

So much tea, he makes you drink so much tea

Like, an excessive amount

But its all just out of care

Marya

Marya is amazing 

She actually knows what to do

She puts a cool cloth on your head and changes it about every hour

Gives you healthy meals keeps you hydrated

You can bet that there's a glass of water by your bed the entire time

She also reads to you a lot 

It's a good way to pass the time 

Natasha

As opposed to physically taking care of you I feel like Natasha would try and make you feel better in a fun way 

Like she’d tell you elaborate stories

I feel like Natasha would be a really good storyteller 

If you were up for it she would brush your hair

If you were miserable enough that you couldn’t move she would just lay next to you and quietly sing 

She would just want you to feel better and she’d do all she could to try and help

Nikolai

Nikolai would be so clingy 

He would literally just lay with you the whole time like he refuses to leave

Every now and again though he would because he had to but my gosh he would complain so much

Like you being sick would be more taxing to him

But when he was with you he would be so dang soft 

Like rubbing your back and quietly whispering to you 

And he honestly couldn’t care less if he got sick, he just wants his person to feel better 

Sonya

Sonya would be so gentle 

She says “please” so much 

“Could you please eat a bit?” “Will you please drink some tea?’ 

When your sick she goes full mother hen mode

Every protective instinct kicks in and she just wants you to get better

She would make sure to stay with you all night, just to make sure you were okay 

Boris

I feel like our boy Boris would be kind of a germaphobe 

It's not like he doesn't want to help he just doesn’t want to get sick

But he finds the courage to face whatever illness is floating around and eventually goes to see you 

Just tries not to be in a direct line of breath

Baby would make sure you’re taken care of and have everything you need

This includes snuggles because he’ll eventually give in to temptation and hold you

Accepts the fact that he will probably get sick 

He would totally fall asleep next to you still wearing his day clothes and honestly wouldn’t care because he's soft but don’t tell anyone

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[obiwan824]

Letter-Fedya Dolokhov x Reader x Anatole

Requested by anon

Request: COULD YOU DO A THING WHERE THE READER IS THE YOUNGEST ROSTOVA AND SHE LIVES IN PETERSBURG AND SHE IS IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH DOLOKHOV AND WRITES HIM LETTERS AND THEYRE IN LOVE AND SHE SHOWS UP TO THE OPERA SCENE AND SHE HAD ASKED IF HE WANTED TO GO WITH HER BUT HE SAID HE ALREADY HAD PLANS AND THEN SHE SEES HIM AND HÉLÈNE AND SHE SITS RIGHT BEHIND THEM AND SHE FLIRTS WITHANATOLETOMAKEDOLOKHOVJEALOUSANDANATOLEISINONITANDDOLOKHOVSAYSTHATHELOVESHÉLÈNEAND BREAKSUPWITHHERBUTANATOLEMAKESHERHAPPY???????

Y/N looked down at the newest letter, a bright smile plastering across her face. She grabbed it out of the stack of mail, knowing Sonya would tease her if she saw it, and, holding it close to her chest, ran upstairs to her rooms. Shutting the door behind her, she leaned against it, removing the seal carefully with her fingernail and opening the letter, breathing in the familiar scent of fresh paper, ink, and a tiny bit of Fedya’s cologne.

Her eyes scanned the paper slowly, wanting to savor every last word. It was like a poem, the way he wrote, each word carefully planned, each one with a secret meaning. When she finished, she went back to the start, again and again until she had soaked in every last sentence. Y/N smiled to herself as she folded the letter back up and tucked it away in the little wooden box on her desk, settling down to write back.

It had been at least a week since she’d last seen Dolokhov, but it felt like an eternity. She’d have to ask her mother if they could go to Moscow for a visit soon.  

As she wrote, a sudden thought made her grin. Fedya had mentioned an opera, one in Moscow, one that was supposed to be the biggest event of the year. All of the ladies and gentleman who were anybody in Russia were said to be attending. And Countess Rostova had mentioned the same opera the other day, insisting that the family went.

Y/N, at the end of her letter, quickly scribbled in her afterthought.

And that opera you mentioned sounds enchanting. Would I be able to accompany you there? I haven’t seen a show in ages. Missing you every day.

Ever yours, Y/N.

She smiled at her work and sealed it up, running off to mail it.

…

Y/N glanced at the glass one more time, studying her reflection. Her hair was still perfectly in place with a dozen pins and her dress was smooth, shiny, and pristine. She had chosen a gown that showed off her shoulders and neck, knowing she had to make an impression. She threw on her coat and ran out, where Anatole was waiting for her with his carriage.

“Ready to go?” he asked, smiling brightly. He looked her up and down. “You clean up nicely!”

She rolled her eyes, taking his arm and letting him help her into the troika. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.”

At the opera, men and women entered arm-in-arm, one pair after another, all in a perfect, mechanical rhythm, looking both elegant and foolish at the same time. She took Anatole’s arm, trying not to trip as they entered. Her eyes were immediately scanning the room, trying to find Dolokhov.

Fedya was in the front row, leaning back in his seat comfortably. And his arm was around the seat next to him, holding Anatole’s sister. Helene laughed at something her companion had said, the pair of them looking joyful. Y/N felt a pain in her heart but ignored it, shaking her head.

She leaned over, lips inches from Anatole’s ear. “Will you pretend to flirt with me?”

Anatole quirked an eyebrow at her. “Pretend, darling?”

“Shut up. I want to make him jealous.”

“Aren’t you courting?” Anatole began to move down the aisle and she scrambled to keep up, grabbing his arm again. She paused at this, chewing her lip.

“I don’t know anymore.”

He looked at her apologetically, giving her a tiny smile as he led her to the seats right behind Fedya and Helene. He spoke, voice clear and confident, as always.

“Dolokhov! Sweet sister.”

The pair spun around, smiling at Anatole. When he saw Y/N holding Anatole’s arm, Dolokhov flushed red.

“Y/N! I didn’t think you’d be coming.”

“Well,” Y/N said slowly, looking up at Anatole with as much fondness as she could muster, trying to look in love. “When you said you already had plans, it opened me up for Anatole here.”

Anatole, playing along, slipped an arm around her waist, and she tucked into his side. “Thanks for that, Fedya. I never would have gotten to know Y/N without that chance!”

Fedya wrinkled his nose.

“Well, it was lovely to see you,” Helene said, though it was forced, as the curtain began to rise. Anatole settled into his seat as they turned back around and Y/N did the same. She watched with satisfaction as Fedya snatched his arm away from Helene’s seat and sat stiffly, obviously embarrassed.

“Looks like we’ve done it,” Anatole murmured to her.

“It’s not enough. Keep going.”

 As the opera continued, so did Anatole. Whispering little compliments and pickup lines and flirty phrases to her just loud enough so that Dolokhov would hear, keeping his arm around her shoulders. She plastered on a blush, trying to look embarrassed. Before the act was over, however, she found her heart fluttering and her face heating up without her forcing it. She brushed it off as good acting.  

When the curtain dropped for intermission, she leaned back in her seat, dropping her head onto Anatole’s shoulder. Y/N found that although she had only done it as an act, she enjoyed the feeling of his hands coming up to tangle in her hair.  She was disappointed when Dolokhov never turned around, yet she didn’t pull away. She leaned into Anatole’s touch, feeling her heart beat faster.

…

When Y/N saw the letter in the stack, the familiar address, script, and seal she knew so well, she didn’t feel the usual joy. Her face dropped, her heart plummeted. Maybe this was the time he ended things.

“Y/N, darling?” Anatole’s voice was filled with concern, concern for her. He was visiting from Moscow, giving her updates on her cousin, who was staying there. “Did you get any mail?”

Y/N tucked the letter into her skirts, turning around to face him as he entered the room. She shook her head. “Nope, all boring stuff for mother. Come on, let’s get back to what we were doing, shall we?”

She led him back to her rooms, the letter a heavy weight on her, burning a hole in her skin.

Later that night, when Anatole was asleep in one of the guest rooms, she pulled the letter out and began to open it eagerly. She moved quickly and carelessly, ripping the seal in half, but hardly caring.

The familiar scent of cologne was there, but something new, too- a perfume, sickly sweet and disgusting. She wrinkled her nose, bracing herself to read the letter. The words swarmed in a blur before her eyes, making it hard to read.

Dearest Countess Rostova,

It is with a heavy heart that I inform you that I must break off our courtship and engagement. I am afraid I cannot be your husband. My heart belongs to another.

Fedya Dolokhov

It was short and blunt, right to the point, apologetic. Y/N had expected it and so she wondered why tears began to form in her eyes. She threw the letter to the ground and ran to her bed, stuffing her pillow against her face. She screamed into it, muffled, and began to sob.

So it was over. He had found another. Helene Kuragina, Anatole’s sister. Y/N couldn’t even think of the blond right next door as she cried, mourning all she had lost in just a few short days. She shouldn’t have gone to the opera. It would have been easier, then, if she were blissfully unaware. She shouldn’t have flirted with Anatole- perhaps he wouldn’t have broken the engagement if she hadn’t made it seem as if she had someone else to replace him with.

As she sobbed, a sudden pair of slender arms around her waist, gentle and soothing, made her start. A head tucked into her shoulder and a hand stroked her hair, familiar and new all the same.

“Ssh, hush now, darling. It can’t be all bad.”

Y/N turned her head, breaking free of his hold, and falling back on the mattress. She tried to hide her pink, tear-stained face with her hands, but Anatole caught her wrists and pressed them down. He reached out and cupped her cheek, using his thumb to wipe away her tears.

 “Is it over?” he asked softly.

Y/N paused, chewing her lip. She knew full well that the moment she said it was over, it would truly be over. She couldn’t make herself do it, and so she nodded stiffly.

Anatole studied her, eyes wide, round, and full of sorrow. “I’m sorry. I know you loved him.”

Y/N leaned into his touch on her cheek, and as her heart fluttered once more, she realized something. She grinned, eyes bright suddenly.

“No. I didn’t.” the blond raised his eyebrows, confused. “I- I- I love you.”

Anatole looked at her for a split second before he leaned forward until his lips were inches from hers, begging to be kissed. He looked up at her from beneath his lashes.

“Can I?”

Y/N thought of Dolokhov for a moment. Fedya, who had loved her, once upon a time. But he was nothing in her mind, now, a faint shadow, nothing but a memory of something that had once been there. His love was nothing, it was dull and bland in comparison to the passion and fondness that was in front of her then. Her heart thudded with anticipation, trying to get out of her chest, every nerve in her body wanted Anatole. She smiled once more, one that reached her eyes. All tears disappeared and she nodded.

“Kiss me, fool.”

tags: @phoebuus @lyricsstories

#yikes #anatole queueagin #nick writes

[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 :)

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Idk I‘ll think of a name in the morning if I post this without changing this title I’m sorry- Fedya Dolokhov x reader

A/N: I wrote this in parts over the past week or so and I haven’t read it all together yet so this could be weird and unreadable but I just can’t proofread right now, so let me know if you notice any mistakes! I also don’t even know what my order of requests is supposed to be, I just got inspired and wrote this. 

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It all started at the opera.

Sitting next to Sonya, with Natasha and Marya on Sonya’s other side, and with Sonya occupied with chatting with Natalya, Y/N was left somewhat alone. The seat to her left was empty, leaving her a spot to rest her arm. She bit her lip and looked around, tapped her foot, bounced her knee, anything to keep her from spiralling into boredom.

A sudden presence from the aisle a few seats to her left made Y/N look up.

“Announcing Fedya Dolokhov!”

A young man swaggered in, dressed in his best uniform, his hair in neat curls around his forehead. He walked with a smirk and a confident air, not afraid of anyone. Y/N turned to her companions, listening as Marya spoke.

“Dolokhov was in the Caucasus, and he killed the Shah’s brother, now all the Moscow ladies are mad about him!”

Looking again at the handsome man, Y/N could see how one could fall for him. She forced herself to turn away, deciding it wasn’t worth her time to pine after someone so below her in status. He would never take an interest in her, anyway.

Suddenly, the presence was right next to her. Y/N gingerly turned to the side and met the piercing eyes of Fedya Dolokhov himself. His smirk grew as he moved to the seat next to her and sat down. Suddenly realizing that she’d have to sit next to this man for the whole show, she became flustered. She looked down.

“Good evening.”

Y/N was forced to look back up as he spoke to her. Helene, who had been holding onto Fedya’s arm, smiled and took her seat, turning to someone behind her. “Hi.” Realizing how stupid that sounded, she blushed. Fedya’s smile only grew.

“Fedya Dolokhov. And you are?”

“Countess Y/N Rostova.”

Dolokhov’s eyes widened the tiniest bit, he seemed at least a little bit intrigued. He extended his hand, asking for hers, and she placed it in his. Smiling, holding it tenderly, he kissed the back of her knuckles. “Pleasure to meet you, Countess.”

“Likewise,” she said, her voice dimming into a quiet murmur. She felt her cheeks and found them burning and realized that she must be bright red. She turned away, facing her cousin and sister, both of whom were giggling. Y/N rolled her eyes and studied Marya’s reaction. The older woman seemed a bit sterner than usual, a bit disapproving, but she turned away, saying nothing.

Y/N sighed and turned back to the stage, hoping to ignore the man she could still see out of the corner of her eye. She couldn’t help but wish for him to speak to her, to take her hand again, to feel his skin on hers, to have him hold her and to fall asleep in his arms, to press her lips to his.

“Is this your first time at the opera?” Fedya asked in that quiet, confident, calculated tone of his. Y/N nodded, turning to him.

“And what about you?”

Dolokhov smiled like he knew something she didn’t. “I’ve been here- far too many times for the price of admission, really. I have a friend who is rather fond of these shows.”

“Are they here?”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “I’d assume not. He does like to make a fool of himself and walk in during the middle of the act.”

Y/N giggled, looking down at her hands, suddenly forgetting how to behave in front of someone. “So you don’t enjoy the opera?”

Fedya leaned forward as she looked back up at him. She jumped a little and blushed harder as he got close to her ear. Pushing some strands of hair off of her neck and leaning forward still so that his lips were inches from her ear, he whispered, “it’s not that- don’t tell anyone, but I haven’t a clue what’s going on.”

Y/N burst into laughter as Dolokhov leaned back in his seat, looking pleased with himself. The Countess took a moment to glance at her family- they seemed too busy talking amongst themselves to have noticed the moment with Fedya. She smiled at the man again.

“Well, I’m excited- I’ve heard such wonderful things!”

He smiled. “Perhaps you’ll like them, love, but perhaps you’ll see it from my point of view.”

Fedya turned away then and began to speak to Helene, his face animated and his eyes alight with mischief. Y/N looked back at the stage and began to play with her dress.

Suddenly, the lights were shut off and the crowd fell silent. The opera began, with actors and actresses on the stage, music playing, odd singing ringing in her ears. It was eery and seemed to have no particular plot. She shook her head, understanding Fedya more than ever.

Halfway through the act, where Y/N had her head resting on her fist, her eyes half-shut, slowly drifting off, the doors flew open. All heads turned in the direction of the entrance as another man walked in, this one with bright blue eyes and blonde hair. Even the performers could no longer focus on their songs. He had a smirk similar to Dolokhov’s and he moved with an even more ridiculous swagger. Y/N turned to Fedya and leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“Is this your friend?”

Fedya looked at her and let out a huff of laughter. “Sadly, yes.”

The man made his way down the aisle, glancing at various women now and then, before his eyes rested on Y/N’s row. He smiled and stopped there, reaching for Dolokhov. Fedya stood up, hugged his friend, and sat back down again after whispering something in his friend’s ear. The blond locked eyes with Y/N, studied her, and then smiled at Fedya. He embraced Helene and moved on, continuing down the aisle. When he reached the middle, he stopped, turned around, stared right into Natasha’s eyes and whispered something before continuing.

“That was Helene’s brother,” Fedya murmured. “And my best friend, Prince Anatole Kuragin.”

Y/N nodded wordlessly, looking at her sister for any response. Natasha was blushing, looking down at her hands with a small smile. The youngest Rostov began to worry for a split second before she felt a pressure on her hand. She looked down and found that Fedya had taken it again, holding it in his own and pressing it against his chest. She looked into his eyes hoping for an explanation. He simply swivelled his head and smiled at her before turning back to the show, leaving her heart fluttering and her face flushed.

There was a brief intermission, where he squeezed her hand one more time and got up to do something or other. She turned to face her family, engaging in conversation with Natasha and Sonya, her mind still on Fedya.

During the second act, Natasha seemed to have her eyes on Anatole. He would constantly turn around to look at her, a smirk still on his lips. Occasionally, he would get up and walk around throughout the show, strolling throughout the theatre. Towards the end of the show, he entered the row and pulled her away to his box, returning her before the act was through. Y/N bit her lip and focused on Fedya- she trusted Natalie to make her own decisions.

…

She received a letter shortly after. It wasn’t uncommon for her to get mail, men pushing forward their sons as potential suitors, or letters from her brothers back home, sometimes notes from friends left behind in Petersburg. As she shifted through the stack of letters, however, something caught her eye. On a foreign paper and in an unknown script, the envelope was inviting. She opened it as she padded up the stairs and to her rooms, lying down on the bed. She would want to be alone if the letter were something private.

It was a letter from Fedya. A beautiful letter, one filled with elegant, looping script, one with poems and melodies hidden in every word. Every beautiful stroke of the pen made Y/N fall more deeply in love.

 She read it over and over, wondering how one man could possibly be so clever and romantic. She fell back on the bed, holding the letter close to her chest and closing her eyes with a dreamy smile. In the letter, he had asked to see her again. In the letter, he had asked if they could court.

Y/N could imagine his hand holding hers yet again. She could imagine the pressure of his hand holding hers so tenderly, the feel of his smooth skin against hers, so soft and gentle. She could imagine his lips close to her ear, whispering another clever line, so close that in a single move he could attach his lips to her neck.

As she sat down to write a reply, she didn’t need to formulate a plan or sort through her answer. She already knew the answer would be yes.

 …

Y/N collapsed on the sofa with a lovesick, dreamy expression. She closed her eyes momentarily, hoping to find some sort of clarity with a short rest, the newest letter from Dolokhov  still in her hand, but found herself dozing off. The next thing she knew, she was asleep.

Sonya entered the room carefully. She hadn’t seen much of either of her cousins and wondered what they could possibly be up to. Finding Y/N asleep on the sofa in one of her rooms, Sonya smiled. The girl walked over to her cousin, about to shake her awake so that they could talk, when she noticed the paper in Y/N’s fist.

Sonya paused for a moment, hesitant, before removing the letter and opening it, beginning to read. Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open, and a small gasp escaped her. She read it once more, scanning the words more carefully than before.

“Sonya?” Y/N studied her cousin and, smiling, sat up. “You’re back!”

Sonya looked at Y/N with her wide eyes. “Y/N, what’s- what’s this?” she held up the letter.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “You’ve read the letter?” She took the paper back and scanned it once again, her cheeks turning pink and her lips parting as she read, once again looking far-off and in love. “Oh, Sonya, now you know that we love one another!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” The younger of the girls could tell that Sonya was hurt. “Aren’t we supposed to tell each other everything?”

Y/N frowned. “I know, Sonya- oh, Sophia, don’t be angry with me! If you only knew, if you only understood, you’d know why I had to keep it a secret!”

“What more is there to it?”

The younger girl smiled. “Why, Sonya, hasn’t Natasha told you- she’s met someone, too!”

Sonya narrowed her eyes. “Y/N, Natasha is engaged, you can’t be serious!”

Y/N fumbled to find her words but Sonya was gone.

...

Everyone had their jobs. Everything was in order, very little was left to plan, and Y/N had never been happier. She rubbed her arms to fight the cold, regretting her decision not to put on a coat. Sonya and Marya were sure to be asleep by now, and Y/N was alone. She wanted nothing more than to find Natasha in the vast house and talk to her one more time about the elopement, but it was too risky. She checked the clock one more time and sat down, not sure whether she could last the few minutes she had left.

Meanwhile, Sonya informed Marya of the elopement, making sure her cousins would be safe. Checking the time, Marya realized she only had mere minutes before the girls would be leaving their rooms and attempting to elope.

“Come quickly,” she whispered. Marya ran out of the room and, as quietly as she could, found Natasha’s rooms. She pressed her ear to the door and listened. Hearing Natalya’s quiet breathing on the other end, Marya let out a sigh of relief and locked the door. She waited a moment, something breaking in her heart when she heard Natasha try to open the door, the thud of the young girl desperately trying to open it, the thud as she fell to the floor, the horrible whimpers and sobs she let out afterwards.

“She’s safe,” Marya mumbled to Sonya. The two women raced to Y/N’s rooms- although the time had come for the girl to leave, there was a sliver of a change the youngest Rostov hadn’t left yet. However, when they reached the door, it was wide open.

And in another part of the house, Anatole was being led into the house. As he entered, however, hoping to find both Natasha and her sister, he only found a taller, broader woman.

“You will not enter my house- scoundrel,” she shouted. Anatole’s eyes widened and he began to back up, realizing he had been betrayed. He glanced into the house one more time, only finding Marya.

“Anatole, come back!” Fedya yelled from behind him. Anatole nodded and began to run, before he heard a voice.

“Anatole!”

From the backyard came Y/N, bulleting towards Anatole. Fedya let out a sigh of relief as she approached Anatole, who was still only inches from the house. He grabbed Y/N’s hand and dragged her along with him to the troika, where she ended up in Fedya’s arms. He held her tight, quickly taking off his coat and wrapping it around her shoulders to keep her warm.The young girl turned back towards the house, hoping to find her sister, and only seeing Marya and Sonya rushing towards the carriage, she felt tears come to her eyes.

“It’s okay, love,” Fedya whispered into her hair, rubbing her back. “Natasha will be alright. But we have to move- now.”

Marya was getting far too close to the troika. Y/N nodded shakily and, still holding Fedya’s hand, let him lead her into the troika. She glanced back at her godmother and cousin one more time, both of whom were standing helplessly where the carriage had once been.

“I’m sorry!” Y/N called back to them. “But I love him!”

She turned away for a final time and cuddled up to Fedya. Although she was leaving behind the only life she knew, if only for a limited time, she had never been happier than now on the lap of the man she loved. Anatole sat glumly beside her, staring back at the house.

“We’ll go back for her, Anatole,” Fedya piped up in the silence of the troika ride. Anatole nodded, never turning to face his friend. Dolokhov smiled at Y/N, then, pulling her even closer to him and capturing her lips in a kiss. She leaned into it, smiling against his lips. She could think about all that she had left behind later- right now, all she could focus on was Fedya’s lips against hers and their upcoming wedding.

Perhaps she had left behind a life of riches and luxury, but it was a cold, loveless life where she’d be forced to marry someone she didn’t love. This was a life of love, a life of joy. And in Dolokhov’s arms, that’s all she felt.

#i'm not even using grammarly #this has 0 proofreading #i feel i should inform you i've never edited or revised a single one of my imagines #but this one will be even worse #dolokhov x reader #queue

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Run- Anatole Kuragin x Reader

Warnings: None, it’s not angst for once! Wait. It’s kind of angst- oops.

Requested by anon

A/N: Grammarly literally gave me 0 suggestions on this- this is the first piece I’ve written without any spelling or grammar mistakes! Yay!

“Who’s that?”

As Anatole sauntered down the aisle, Y/N’s eyes followed him discreetly.

“Helene’s brother, Anatole Kuragin,” Marya whispered, her gaze still on the opera. Y/N turned pink when Anatole met her eyes, but she returned her attention to the stage. She had heard too much about the man to trust him. She did, however, have to admit that he was far too handsome for his own good.

The next time Y/N looked over was only a few minutes later. His eyes had never left her face, and the corner of his mouth lifted up in a smirk when she caught him looking. He stared into her eyes, seemingly not at all embarrassed by the fact that he had been staring. She turned away again, slightly uncomfortable.

As the opera played out in front of her, she could hardly focus on the music or the story. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Anatole still studying her. She finally gave into the urge to look at him. She fell into a trance, allowing herself to really, truly look at him. Even at a distance, she could see that he was beautiful.

Then he stood up and began to walk towards her.

“Here comes Anatole,” Sonya whispered to Y/N. Natasha grinned at her older sister.

“He seems to have taken a liking to you, Y/N.”

Y/N bit her lip and looked away. “Pay attention to the show,” she scolded, although her mind was elsewhere. She heard the jangling coming from his outfit getting louder and louder, quiet, careful footsteps only getting closer. A feeling of excitement and of dread came over Y/N and she had to look away from the opera in order to calm her nerves. He had to be close by now, she thought. He could be right behind her.

And then he was there. He truly brought a presence wherever he went. Y/N turned around ever so slowly and met his eyes. He was even more handsome up close than at a distance, and with his blond hair and deep eyes and his smirk, that smirk, she wondered whether she would be able to resist his charms.

“Anatole Kuragin.”

Y/N looked to Sonya and Natasha for help, but the younger girls were giggling in delight, and Marya was too invested in the show to pay them any mind. She swallowed hard and turned back to the man in front of her.

“Y/N Rostova.”

His smile grew. “The Countess.”

Unsure how to respond, Y/N looked down, expecting him to go away. Instead, he took a seat next to her, uncomfortably close to her. With his body right next to hers, his hand right next to her leg, she couldn’t focus on anything else.

Y/N tried to get a grip on herself, remembering he was not ready for commitment. Y/N was the oldest Rostova, and she was expected to marry someone worthy. Natasha was lucky enough to fall in love with a prince, but Y/N figured she would be lucky if she found someone she could stand.

All of this meant she had no time to play around with a man who wouldn’t marry her- it could destroy the family name. And Y/N wouldn’t fall for Anatole, anyway, she thought. As long as she didn’t fall in love with him, everything would be fine.

“How are you enjoying the show?” he whispered. Her heart beat faster and she scolded herself silently. “Last week, someone fell off the stage.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Is that amusing to you?”

He shrugged. “More so than the actual opera.”

Y/N stifled a laugh, knowing exactly where he was coming from. “I can understand your logic, then.”

“I suppose that answers my question, then,” he mused. “The first few operas can be a bore, but slowly you begin to more or less figure out the plot.”

“Sounds enchanting,” Y/N mumbled, shaking her head. “For an idiot, you are rather intelligent.”

Anatole clasped a hand over his mouth to hold in a laugh. “That came out of nowhere!” He turned to her with wide eyes. “What did I do to deserve that?”

Y/N smiled without looking at him. “I’ve heard what you’re like, Kuragin.”

He looked down. “Sometimes what you’ve heard is different from what you’ve seen.”

Y/N finally looked at him, her eyes wide. She had never realized he could be like this. She pushed these thoughts out of her head shamefully- she couldn’t fall in love with him. If she got rid of these feelings, everything would be okay.

…

“Y/N, someone’s here to see you,” Natasha teased, almost unable to get it out around her giggles. Sonya was doing the same, a hand over her mouth to muffle the laughs.

Y/N rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at her sister, making Natasha narrow her eyes. “You’re in for it when I get back!”

Y/N adjusted her gown and walked down the stairs with raised eyebrows. She did a double-take when she saw Anatole Kuragin, sitting on her sofa.

“You.”

Anatole chuckled and looked up at her. “Hey.”

Y/N gathered her thoughts and walked down the stairs. “Um- can I help you?”

He acted playfully annoyed. “I just came to talk to you.” He patted the spot next to him. “Care to sit?”

“Oh-” flustered, Y/N tried her best to choke out a sentence. “Uh, do you want to come to my room?”

Anatole raised his eyebrows playfully but followed her up the stairs. Blocking out Natasha’s hysterical laughter, Y/N closed the door after them.

“Um- what have you been up to?”

Anatole closed his eyes and sat down at the foot of the bed, leaning back against the mattress. “What a week I’ve head. I went to the club-”

“Oh, no,” Y/N said with a laugh.

“No, that’s not the bad part!” Anatole exclaimed. As Y/N watched him talk, she felt a fluttering in her chest, a smile on her lips, pink in her cheeks. She tried to push it away- she could not fall in love with him. It would ruin everything.

Just stop it, she thought. Everything will be fine.

…

He had kissed her. Anatole Kuragin- he had kissed her. They had been in her bedroom, like usual, just talking. And then his face was inches from hers, his hands were around her waist, and before she knew what was happening, his lips were on hers. And then he had run away, the playful smirk even bigger than usual.

The worst part? She had kissed back.

…

“I can’t love you,” she said firmly. It had been a week since she had last spoken with Anatole, a week since they kissed.

“What?”

Y/N looked down. “I’m starting to love you, and I can’t. If-if I love you- you don’t love me-”

“I do!” he insisted, taking her hands. She pulled them away.

“No- maybe you think you do, but- but- I have a reputation. I have to get married to someone respectable, and I can’t be with other men. If- if you’re not willing to have a life with me, then I can’t be with you.”

“I want a life with you!” he exclaimed, stepping towards her. She stepped back. “Y/N, I love you- from the moment I saw you, I knew that you were different. I love you, I adore you, and I would get down on my knees this minute and ask for your hand.”

She shook her head. “Then prove it!”

Anatole slowly got down on his knees and took her hands. Y/N gasped.

“Wait-”

“My love, I-I mean it. I adore you. And I would be honored if you would call me your husband.”

She burst into tears. “You- you really mean it?”

Anatole smiled. “I wouldn’t lie about that, would I?”

“Yes! I’ll marry you!” Anatole stood up and pulled her into his arms. He had run away from marriage his entire life, but now, with Y/N so close to him, he wanted nothing more.

And Y/N, of course had never been happier. She no longer had to run from her feelings- she loved him, and everything would be fine.

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The Day He Left Part One Part Two Part Three

Safe

Bandages

Lingerie

Surprise

Captain Phasma

Interrogation


Dopheld Mitaka x Reader


Satisfied (Hux x Reader x Mitaka)

How They React To...

Being Interrupted

Being Jealous

AO3 Fics

Bow Down to the First Order (Kylux)

Do You Love Me? (Stormpilot)

He’s a Friend (Stormpilot)

Marvel

Clint Barton x Reader

House Arrest*

Bucky Barnes x Reader

General Headcanons

Great Comet

Natasha Rostova x Reader

First Snow

Sonya Rostova x Reader

Welcome Home

Marya D x Reader

Sleigh Ride

Anatole Kuragin x Reader

Her Anatole  Part One Part Two

Just Another Girl

Run

Wake Up (Drabble)

Road Trip

Ill

Study Date

Wrong Class

Directions

Money

Throwing A Ball

Steal You Away

Date Night

Bad Boys  Part Two

Unfaithful

First Christmas

Letter

Arranged

Home

Betrayal

Out Of Place*

Break-In* (Vampire! Anatole)

Hélène Kuragina x Reader

Charming

Help You (Helene x Reader x Dolokhov)

Fedya Dolokhov x Reader

One More Chance SENSITIVE CONTENT

Injured and In Love

Guitar Lesson

Friends with Benefits

Distracted

Untitled

Yearning

Hers

Music

Forbidden Love

Be Mine

Obsessed

Caught

Christmas Cards

Forgiveness

Animal Control* (Werewolf! Fedya)

Danatole x Reader

The Opera

College

Shot

Tickle Fight

Planning a Birthday

Kidnapping

Both

Surprise X

Notebook 

Nicknames

Party

Marya B x Reader

Dork X

Andrei Bolkonsky x Reader

And This Is All In Your Program

Happiness (Andrei x Reader x Natasha)

Sleep

Bullet Wound

Happy New Year

Pierre Bezukhov x Reader

The Duel

Forgive Me

Worth

The Ball

Lullaby

Love At First Sight

First Date

Bad Day

A Proposal

Wishes

Dust and Ashes

Ice Skating

Not A Party

Pierre’s Paperweight x Reader

Pierre and Anatole

Headcanons

Poly! Danatole x Reader 1 2 3

Pierre x Sad Reader

Anatole x upset reader

Dad! Anatole

Poly! Danatole x Reader Valentines Day

Poly! Danatole x Reader Disney World

Anatole x sick reader

Dad! Pierre

Helene x reader

Pierre x reader Disney World

Pierre x cold reader

Anatole x sad reader

Dad! Dolokhov

Dad! Andrei

Non-Reader Inserts

Studying (Andrierre)

Untitled (Danatole) SENSITIVE CONTENT

AO3 Fics

Chandeliers and Stardust (Ghost Quartet/Comet Crossover)

Not the End (Danatole)

Writing Inktober

Day 1 Anatole x Reader

Day 2  Danatole

Day 3 Hux x Reader

Day 4 Poly! Hamilsquad x Reader

Day 5 Danatole x Reader

Day 6 Anatole x Reader

Day 7 Anatole x Reader

Day 9 Danatole x Reader

Day 10 Draco x Reader

Day 31 Danatole x Reader

Musicals I Don’t Write For Anymore

Hamilton Fics

Dear Evan Hansen Fics

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