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thalassous · 1 year

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oh i don't know the ship names UH sonya x dolokhov and anatole x mary

OOH LETS GO MY TWO BEST FRIENDS WHO ARE EVIL

SONYAKHOV

why don't you ship it?

I MEAN . i dont think with sonya's people pleasing/dismissal of her own feelings it'd be very fun even in like. an evil way but this is a HEAVY asterisk (i think dolokhov would find out who she was truly and absolutely despise her personally . and the crux of this ship is that dolokhov actually likes someone for once . via canon etc etc)

what would have made you like it?

honestly if dolokhov was more patient and less stuck in his own head, and if sonya ACTUALLY could stand to realize someone out there was willing to care for her without any blood relation (nobody ever ask me how i feel about the rostovs) give both of them time and they would be a good match for each other. my read on sonya is pretty aro as far as it goes and dolokhov DOESN'T have a very nice relationship with romantic love so i think. i think they'd understand each other on a certain level which is nice. (comet canon is soo different and thats a whole nother. thing)

despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

coming back to that asterisk. IF they were fucked up in a romance way. oh how badly would i be down for them. LIKE wap ships are gonna be interesting to me since there's already very few that are nice, healthy relationships. but if you took an obsessive dolokhov and a distrusting sonya and ACTUALLY made it work. grits my teeth together id be so normal about that dynamic .

MARYATOLE

what made you ship it?

I DONT SHIP IT ROMANTICALLY I JUSR HAVE A SOFT SPOT FOR IT PERSONALLY. reading wap itself, marya thinking she can fix anatole and the possibility of that actually playing out is the best to me. i fuckihg love them. the blueprint is right there tolstoy did all of the work im obsessed

what are your favourite things about the ship?

ITS ANOTHER SUPER DUPER FUCKED UP EVIL ONE!!!! in the sense. that. we know for a fact anatole would never treat it seriously for even a second. marya is putting all her energy into this but she's probably aware of how futile it is and yet. she'd definitely end up feeling a little responsible for him and.. ! if that doesn't say anything about either of those two characters. im sorry marya you cant feel responsible for people i know thats what you're used to but :,(( anatole in fact needs people to stop letting him off the hook and taking his damage as their own failings :,((( let this man die marya hes gonna do it anyw—

is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

mm. hey. i cant let you all into my brain but here me out. queer platoni[is shot and killed]

#live bait #sonya rostova #fyodor dolokhov #anatole kuragin #marya bolkonskaya #I WOIDL FINISH MY MARYATOLE OPINIONS BUT IT WAS SOOOO EASY #also ive said very Strong things on this website i dont want to scare children anymore

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whoodunnit · 4 years

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Man you’d think with something like War and Peace being around for so long, you’d find content for any ship but nope, here I am pining away for anything remotely Dolokhov/Sonya and I still want more. Doesn’t help that there is only like 5 fanfics out there (shoutout to MVP @alleyskywalker for basically holding up this ship with their fics and fufilling my craving for Sonyakhov content) and there is only so much I can reread from the book (especially the original draft, oh my god talk about a love letter amirite?) or rewatch the small snippets from the 1972 and 2016 miniseries before it starts to lose its charm. I need more fanfic, fanart and headcanons. Please, I’m not fussy right now, anything would do. Is this the pain of liking an unpopular/unknown OTP? I don’t like this. Can I pay someone to just rewrite W&P except Sonya accepts Dolokhov’s proposal? Don’t make me have to put effort into writing my own.

#sonya rostova #fedya dolokhov #sonyakhov #guys pls I have read every fanfic and rewatched W&P for any moment between them #and it still isn't enough #war and peace #dolokhov x sonya

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abacus-and-paper-money · 3 years

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GC Characters As Weird Architectural Choices In My School That Was Built A Longass Time Ago But Has Been Like 60% Modernized

Sorry i havent posted in a while take your content

Andrey- the fact that half the building is freezing and the other half is a sauna and you never know what's going to be what on any given day except that the history classrooms are always hot enough to cook an egg

Natasha- The Music Void. An unfinished room between the wall of the stairwell and the wall of the girls' bathroom, right across from the band room, where the band director keeps all the sheet music.

Sonya- The weird little half-wall in the art room near the back and if you go back behind there that's where all the art supplies are and it's a LOT

Marya- The fact that there isn't a fire alarm in the chemistry lab.

Anatole- The very tiny, ineffective stage filled with chairs that nobody ever uses in the gym. We have a theater for a reason, guys-

Helene- The singular gender-neutral bathroom, which is in the least convenient spot ever. It's a.k.a. the vaping/crying/sex bathroom, due to its floor-to-ceiling stalls and hardly anyone ever going in there.

Dolokhov- The windows overlooking the commons from every 2nd and 3rd floor hallway. You can watch your friends. You can watch your enemies. You can watch Evie play minecraft. Nobody will know. Well, unless they look up.

Bolkonsky- The strange and inexplicable musty bathroom in one of the history classrooms. It's just a door and a toilet and a sink. It's also slightly higher up than the rest of the ground?? There's like a 90% chance it doesn't even work tbh

Mary- The long rectangular Room of Banishment where i got sent once last year because i didn't have headphones so couldnt be on the zoom with the at-home kids if i was still in the classroom. It seems to serve no purpose except being a gigantic junk-drawer. I think there's a hello kitty microwave in there.

Balaga- The fact that you have to run like the fucking wind to get anywhere on time, because the school has 3 different floors and all the subjects are clustered together in their respective hallways. Wanna go from history to math? Down a bunch of stairs and to the opposite side of the building. You have 3 minutes. Run.

Pierre- the fucking kitchen right next to the office. Not even where they make the lunches it's just a tiny-ass kitchen with some mugs and plastic forks and a fridge

#great comet #great comet meme #anatole kuragin #fedya dolokhov #helene bezukhova #natasha rostova #pierre bezukhov #fyodor dolokhov #marya bolkonskaya #sonya rostova #marya dimitryevna #balaga #old prince bolkonsky #x as y #ranking great comet characters

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calamity-queen · 4 years

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I think i have a bad boy/ sweet girl kink

#yes im calling myself out #reylo #rey x ben solo #rey x kylo ren #anya x gleb #anya x dmitry #to an extent #natasha x anatole #anatasha #entrapdak #andre x 355 #thats from my own content ;) that i might post abt later #hanleia #han solo x leia organa #erik x christine #sonya x dolokhov #sonyakhov #maul x me 🥵#blair.exe speaks

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azure-firecracker · 4 years

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Welcome to Moscow.

Chapter One: Sonya.

The Great Comet fic is here!

Summary:

Natasha Rostova has everything she could possibly want. She’s off to college with her cousin and best friend, Sonya. She’s going to be with her boyfriend, Andrey, after a year of separation. She’s finally going to get the freedom she’s always wanted.

But not everything is as it seems. No sooner does Natasha arrive than she discovers a missing person.

Determined to solve the mystery, she enlists the help of Sonya, as well as her RA, the studious, serious, and dedicated Marya.

They’ve soon pulled together quite an unlikely group:

A bookish senior who doesn’t know what to do with his life.

A girl desperate for freedom from her abusive family who can’t speak for herself.

Two popular siblings with a dark past.

A reckless jock secretly pining for his best friend.

The more the group discovers, the more danger they end up in, and the closer they get to uncovering the truth.

But first, they have to learn to trust one another.

No TWs for this chapter! Here’s the link!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24620605/chapters/59479966

I don’t have a taglist yet, but if you want to be on it, you know what to do🙂

#natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #great comet #great comet fanfic #welcome to moscow #natasha rostova #sonya rostova #marya dmitrievna #anatole kuragin #helene bezukhova #pierre bezukhov #fyodor dolokhov #mary bolkonsky #andrey bolkonsky #marya x helene #natasha x anatole #anatole x dolokhov #sonya x mary #great comet fanfiction

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venussheglows · 4 years

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Hades/Persephone, Dolokov/Anatole, Orpheus/Eurydice, Marya/Helene, Sonya/Mary

I like this one! Thanks anon :D

1) Hades/Persephone ofc

2) Marya/Helene

3) Orpheus/Eurydice

4) Dolokhov/Anatole

5) Sonya/Mary

#hadestown #great comet of 1812 #anon ask #laf.ask #persades #persephone x hades #hades x persephone #marya x helene #dolokhov x anatole #anatole x dolokhov #orphydice #orpheus x eurydice #sonya x mary #mary x sonya

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the-great-imagines-of-1812 · 5 years

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Great Comet Preference #1

How you meet them

A/N: So so so so sorry for not updating in like ten years. I've been so busy with midterms, and I've also had a really bad case of writers' block. I have my Great Comet soundtrack on shuffle, and I'm ready to update.

Enjoy.

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Natasha-

You loved visiting Moscow every now and then; the purpose behind most of your visits was to visit a distant relative of yours, Marya Dmitrievna. Each time you went to visit her, she would greet you with a warm hug and a smile. She would always spoil you, but scold you a bit too, as you may imagine. She would always sneak rum into the tea, and would take you to Madame Chambord's, without telling your parents, of course. One day, there was a letter delivered to your house in St. Petersburg. The letter was addressed from Marya to you, and it gave a lengthy paragraph requesting you to visit soon, as she had someone she wanted you to meet. And before you knew it, You were inside the parlor with Marya, having tea with Natasha and Sonya, whom she had introduced you two. You couldn't help but steal glances at Natasha, whom you found more beautiful beyond words. You zoned out of the conversation and you kept short, lingering stares on her. Soon enough, tea was done and Marya shooed you all upstairs, to await dinner. Even though you had a separate room from Natalya and Sonya, they had invited you over to chat for a while. And in a short period of time, you became their best friend. You kept staring at Nat. It might have forbidden, but you couldn't help it.

Sonya-

You were a long time friend of Pierre's and Marya's. Since your parents passed away a couple of ears ago, Pierre had let you stay with him in the house, and though you refused, he insisted. And ever since, you've been taking care of Pierre, with you being one of the few people he trusts. One day, Pierre sent you over to Marya's to bring back a package that Marya Supposedly had for him. You had already gotten the package, when marya insisted you stay for tea with her goddaughters. You've heard of them before, but had never met them in person. You walked into the parlor to see two girls; you assumed those were Natalya and Sofya Rostova. Yours' and Sonya's eyes met for a second, before you sat down and Marya poured the tea. Before long, you were lost in conversation with Marya and Nat as you drunk the tea, which you all knew Marya had dosed with rum. Sonya kept quiet though, as her eyes lingered on you. She soon snapped out of her daze, and quickly picked up her tea cup, and listening to the conversations, trying to catch up on the latest gossip in the Moscow society.

Marya-

You are Pierre's twin sister. Which of course, means that Pierre and Marya were your closest friends for your whole life. (What more must I say on the subject?!)

Anatole-

You have been Helene's best friend for her entire life. While Helene is more outgoing, you are more introverted. Yet, you both still got along. Even though you have been her best friend, you were also close to Anatole; you had helped him plan his schemes throughout his life; more or less the ones that got him in the most trouble. This, as the three of you grew up, led you to be closer to Anatole (but still friends with Helene), and when meeting Dolokhov, being known as the infamous quartet throughout Moscow.

Helene-

You are Pierre's little sister; which he was very protective of you. After your parents both died, he was left to take care of you, which he was more than happy to. When Pierre is forced into marriage with Helene Kuragina, she became a friend of yours; although Pierre despised her. Everytime you were together, you would talk to her about whatever was going on in your life. But you wouldn't notice how she would look at you with eyes full of love; although she would never admit it.

Dolokhov-

You were Anatole's twin sister/ best friend. You have always helped him with his schemes; that how you met Dolokhov.

Mary-

You were Andrey's best friend since you were little. As your grew up, you got closer to Mary but were still friends with Andrey.

Andrey-

You were Pierre's sister, being a year younger than him, and you met Andrey when you were in your teens.

Pierre-Your Anatole's shy twin sister; which he met for the first time when he met Helene for the first time since he was being forced into marriage with her. He was supposed to look at Helene while they were conversing; but he kept his eyes on you.

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A/N: I'm sorry if these were bad. -_- I've had a really bad case of writers' block; and if anyone can offer any help, I will gladly accept it. re in your teens.

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mynameisemma · 4 years

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My fanfic: “Долги, которые не выплатить”

Rating:General Audiences Archive Warning:No Archive Warnings Apply Categories:F/M M/M Fandom:Voyná i mir | War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy Relationships:one-sided!Nikolai Ilyitch Rostov/Fyodor "Fedya" Ivanovich Dolokhov one-sided!Fyodor "Fedya" Ivanovich Dolokhov/Sofia "Sonya" Alexandrovna Rostova one-sided!Sofia "Sonya" Alexandrovna Rostova/Nikolai Ilyitch Rostov Additional Tags:Angst Unrequited Love Language:Русский Summary: Николай отправляется на пирушку в английской гостинице как на эшафот, предчувствуя что-то страшное. Когда он входит в залу, Федя — Вакх, бесовской бог — сидит за столом в окружении своей свиты и предлагает ему сыграть.Николай не знает: с богами играть ни за что нельзя — наверняка проиграешь. On AO3

#war and peace #nikolai rostov x fyodor dolokhov #sonyakhov #sonya rostova x nikolai rostov #fanfiction #russian fanfiction #my writing

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alleyskywalker · 1 year

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Sonyakhov+ "If this is your love, I don't want to know your hatred"

"If this is your love, I don't want to know your hatred."

Dolokhov runs a hand through his hair in frustration, giving her a harder look that Sonya is used to from him. In the years since their wedding, he has nearly always looked at her with tenderness. Sometimes they argue, inevitable when they're so different, but he has never denied her pleas like this. "What would you have me do? He's the closest friend I have. That has nothing to do with my love for you. Your little cousin isn't exactly being forced."

Sonya knows this; she wrings her hands in desperation. "But why must they elope? Why can he not openly ask for her hand?"

"Do you see your aunt and uncle giving their consent?"

"If Natasha wishes it very much..." She knows she doesn't exactly sound convinced. Perhaps it's for the better. But that can't be all of it. He's not telling her something. "If you love me, at least tell me the truth of it. At least that I deserve."

For a moment it looks like he will tell her, like he will not directly make her force him to choose. He will choose her if she forces the subject, of that she is shocked to realize she is certain. But she doesn't know if they would ever be the same again if she forces that choice from him. She prays he will not force her to choose.

But there's far too much loyalty between boyhood friends. "My darling, it is best for you if you know nothing of it."

[send me a ship + prompt and I'll write a 3 sentence fic]

#this went....not in the a directly you likely intended lol #but i have an au stuck in my head so *shrug*#sonyakhov #dolokhov x sonya #war and peace #asked and answered #op

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the-a-word-2214 · 3 years

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Wise Beyond Her Years

summary: Pierre realizes he’s in love with his childhood best friend

pairing: Pierre Bezukhov x reader

word count: 1,489

warnings: fluff, soft Pierre moments

My dearest (Y/N),

Helene has become unbearable. She admitted to not wanting children although I persuaded her with having any amount of money she could ever want. I would like children one day, maybe Helene isn’t meant to be in my life after all. Thank you for listening.

Pierre Bezukhov

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As you carefully read Pierre’s letter, you cannot help but feel his unhappiness. He didn’t even originally want to marry Helene, her father thrust marriage upon them.

You’d known the man since you were children, you always felt a growing sense of love when you saw him but it was much more than a friendly love, it was a romantic one.

Once Pierre had come into the sum of his father’s inheritance, women were falling over themselves to get to him. It’s as if the socially awkward man they once saw had been erased from their minds.

He was still your Pierre though, the man that you loved and had since childhood. Your heart leaped anytime you saw him, but that was long ago. After getting thrown out of St. Petersburg, you hadn’t seen him in many months.

Once you received his letter, you immediately wrote back.

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Pierre,

I’m sorry to hear about your misfortune with Helene. Just know that there is a silver lining to your problems, my dear. You must come visit me, I get lonely most days without you here. The ice has frozen solid over the lake, it is now perfect for ice skating.

(Y/N) (L/N)

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The wind whipped through your hair as you skated across the frozen lake. Your warm coat kept out the cold. You skidded to a halt as you saw a figure in a fluffy ushanka marching towards you. It was Pierre, your Pierre.

He rushed towards you, nearly falling on his face. You met him in the middle, squeezing him tightly in a hug.

“Pyotr! So good to see you.” You exclaim, your mouth buried in the fur of his coat.

“Dearest (Y/N), it has been too long.” He mumbles into your hair as you pull away to look at him, your hands on his forearms.

“Come, let me show you how to skate.” You carefully pull him onto the ice with you as you skate backward, your eyes remaining on him. His gaze is wary as he slowly begins moving on the frozen water.

“This is much more fun than I ever anticipated.” He laughs softly as he looks down at his feet.

*******

Once you both return to the warmth of indoors, you take off your coat. You run your hands down the length of the smooth fabric of your dress. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you sit down next to the fire, the only sound being the popping of the fire.

“How have you been, (Y/N)?” Pierre startles you with his voice as he sits down in a chair next to you.

“Oh my! You gave me a fright.” You laugh softly as you put a hand to your chest.

“I’ve been lonely, Sonya and Natasha keep fine company but I miss our talks. I miss the way you used to make me laugh.” Your eyes flit to him, taking in his appearance. His hair a little longer than what you remember although the same glasses adorn his face.

“I see. I’ve missed you too, dearly. Helene only thinks of me as an oaf and a brute. She’s decided that she won’t mother any children either. The words she used were ‘you know I’m not the motherly type.’” He sighs, running a hand over his face.

“You deserve someone who will treat you better, Pierre. A kind woman who will happily bear your children.” You gently take his hand, he looks down at it. His eyes turn to you as he moves your hand up to his lips, kissing it softly.

Your breath catches in your throat as you turn to look away, your cheeks dusted with a faint blush.

“Pierre, you always flatter me.” You whisper as a smile graces your lips.

“You know that I’ve always found you to be wise beyond your years. You’re extraordinary! I’m four years your senior and yet you could outsmart me in almost any situation.” He’s doting on you now, making wild gestures with his hands. It always humored you when he became over dramatic.

“Oh, stop it Pierre. You’re too kind.” You laugh softly as he stands up, pulling you with him by your hands.

“It beguiles me that you can’t see your worth. You deserve a good man, (Y/N).”

*******

Pierre begins writing to you once more after he sees you. He would tell you about how many times Helene would be out and about and how each time he was more and more tempted into divorcing her.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was the truth of him finding out that Fedya Dolokhov, his own friend, was having an affair with Helene. Her restless behavior when he was around made sense now.

Pierre had challenged Dolokhov to a duel, in which he won. It was a miracle that he remained unscathed through it all. He wrote to you about his good fortune and each day after that. He began writing so often that you couldn’t keep up.

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My dearest (Y/N),

There is a ball being held soon. I would hope that you would be in attendance. This will be one of the first times that I make an appearance in public after separating from Helene. Please consider my proposal.

Pierre Bezukhov

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The thought of seeing Pierre again enticed you enough to bare the festivities of aristocratic life. With a heavy sigh, you prepared for the ball that’s taking place in the evening.

*******

The gold that lined the walls of the palace was illuminated as the darkness from outside seeped in. Everyone looked regal in their white clothes, especially the girls who lined up to meet their suitors.

You stood by your lonesome with your parents at your side as you surveyed the crowd. Andrei was somewhere in the crowd along with Pierre. You followed their gaze to see Natasha playfully looking away from their watchful eyes.

You felt wrong for coming, you felt like a fool. Of course Pierre could never love you when he was always so close with Natasha. Tears filled your eyes as you rushed off to another part of the palace, leaving your parents and the emotions of the ballroom behind.

You cried softly as you sunk to the floor, the only other bodies in the room being that of the footmen. The sound of boots against the tile filled your ears as you remained in your previous position.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright? What is the matter?” Pierre squatted down to your level as he beckoned you to look at him.

“I saw the way you looked at her, you love her don’t you?” You sniffled as you whipped your head up to look at him.

He opens his mouth to speak before closing it again, at a loss for words.

“...Never mind.” He stands up again as he begins to pace the small space.

“Never mind what? What is it, Pierre?” You demand as you approach him.

“I don’t love her, I love you.” He blurts out, his eyes a mix of fear and sadness.

You choose your words before vocalizing them.

“I love you too, Pierre. Ever since we were little.” You whisper the last part, staring at your shoes. He pulls you closer to him, his hands on either side of your face. He leans down and captures your lips in his own. The kiss is tender and soft as your lips move together as one.

Once you finally part, you feel as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. Your feelings no longer harbored, now out in the open.

“I’m delighted to hear that you feel the same way. Now, might you allow me the honor of dancing with you? If you’ll have me, that is.” He holds out his hand to you. You take it without a second thought, his deft, gloved fingers warm in your own.

He leads you out to the ballroom, this time your view of it is different. The faces seem a little more welcoming and you now notice just how handsome Pierre looks in his pale grey jacket. His eyes never leave yours as he holds you close. A slow melody fills the air as you hold him close.

Your hand in his, the other on his shoulder. You feel peace for the first time in years as you gaze at the man who loved you in return. That’s all you ever wanted in the end, is to be loved and love in return.

This was just the beginning of your new life with Pierre. Just the start of something wonderful.

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

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mama-marleigh · 10 months

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#war and peace #sonya rostova #fedor dolokhov #fedya dolokhov #nikolai rostov #great comet #polls #i am very biased #there is only one right answer #its sonya x dolokhov #if sonya had accepted dolokhov's proposal the rostovs wouldnt be poor #if the rostovs werent poor natasha could marry andrei and anatole wouldnt seduced her #and if anatole didnt seduce natasha andrei wouldnt be dead #long story short #sonya is the reason andrei is dead #natasha rostova #anatole kuragin #andrei bolkonsky #totally not biased

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dolokhov-apologist · 2 years

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i’d give you up for me.

Fedya dolokhov x reader

word count: idek its long

pronouns: she/her

warnings: some mentions of alcohol (not much though!)

genre: fluff!!!!

authors note: I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!! AFTER MONTHS AND MONTHS OF IT I DID IT!! IT TOOK ME SO LONG AND IM SO HAPPY I COULD FINALLY SHARE IT!! hope its not too much honestly- it gives me massive Y/N vibes (like Y/N Y/N vibes, maybe not, maybe i’m just being irrational). this is kinda based off a part of w&p

it was a lousy night, for the both of them. for Y/N and dolokhov. neither knew each other though. it was a long night of waltz’s and dances, who thought a ball would be this draining? they had both socialised with every person, or so they thought. it seemed that every member of russian society was at this ball.

this was Y/N’s first ball, her first night out. she had picked out a gorgeous ball gown, one that complimented her features.

this was dolokhov’s seven hundredth ball, or thats what it felt like. he had been to so many, he had just lost count. he scanned his eyes around the room, he sat at a table in the corner with a few friends, their conversation had died. everyone at that table was tired and drunk. but dolokhov was just slightly tipsy, unlike him. he held a champagne glass between two fingers and stared down the room. his eyes set to the rostov table, full of young girls. there was: sonya, natasha, marya, vera, and a new unfamiliar face. quite a gorgeous face, actually. she was enchanting, he found himself lost in her charming ways. she hadn’t even noticed him, well he was in a dimly lit corner of the room. he watched her face and body move, the way her lips would turn up into a smile then a laugh. he had been staring at her for 10 minutes and had already memorised the motions of her face.

his mind had set on it. he was going to go over there and make him known by her. but how?

a simple hello?

ah yes…

say hello to marya D.

he made his way out of his seat and over to the person in the question.

‘marya dmitrievna, what a pleasure to see you here!’ dolokhov outspoke.

‘fyodor ivanovich dolokhov. good to see you here.’ marya sternly spoke.

‘fyodor ivanovich dolokhov? thats the assassin you were talking about the other day!’ natasha pointed out.

‘thats me.’ fedya acknowledged.

‘assassin?’ Y/N asked, with a face of light fear.

‘yes, Y/N. be careful.’ sonya replied.

dolokhov didn’t know wether to be offended by this or to take this a compliment. fedya wants people to see him this way, but not Y/N.

‘Y/N? thats a beautiful name.’ fedya said out of the blue.

‘dont flirt with her, goddamn.’ vera rolled her eyes, like a little Marya Dmitrievna.

‘i shall be leaving now, have an amazing night.’ dolokhov didn’t want to say anymore, but he didn’t get the acknowledgment from Y/N that he wanted. he had to think hard now, how could he get Y/N?

he sighed while walking back, this was hard. getting a women had always been a breeze, simply throwing a look their way would normally melt them into a million pieces.

but this is what he already loved about Y/N, she was different from the rest, not willing to give herself forward to any man thats she sees.

…

the night went on, washing away to almost nothing. dolokhov’s table was silent and the energy was low. fedya trailed his eyes over to the beloved table again, everyone was gone except Y/N. marya was speaking to old friends, natasha had gone off with anatole, sonya went off with Nikolay, vera had gone off to old friends. maybe this could be his chance…

he found himself already walking over to Y/N, who had her head resting in the palms of her hands, simply examining the glass in front of her.

‘Y/N?’

‘fyodor.’ her voice so crystal and clear, dolokhov could hardly handle it.

‘i did come over to speak to you earlier, if you didn’t realise. its a shame the people you were with i guess..’ dolokhov realised that he may have just made this awkward already.

‘i sensed that… take a seat, im alone, its boring.’ Y/N requested.

‘im sure you are much less boring then my table over there, nobody has spoken in 3 hours.’ the music coming from the instruments were still blasting, nobody would be able to hear them.

‘wheres your table?’ Y/N asked.

fedya pointed to the table of men similar to him with their heads buried in the table, or taking another shot of vodka.

‘ah i see.’ Y/N realised the kind of person that he is.

‘sorry about earlier, what’s your name again?’ fedya asked, trying to restart things.

‘Y/N alexandrovna rostova.’

‘gorgeous name, you probably know mine, but you can call me fedya.’

‘fedya has a nice tone to it, it sounds nice.’

‘thank you.’

‘marya told me about your assassin title, i was quite scared of you. but to be fair, you seem friendly.’ Y/N beamed.

fedya took a seat, he sat next to her. he felt constricted, she was so breathtaking, he couldn’t breathe. ‘you seem like a unique person, Y/N. you’re the first person i’ve been rather friendly around.’ dolokhov felt this was soon to say, but he felt bold around her.

Y/N blushed slightly, she quickly changed the topic. ‘lovely ball!’ that was a lie.

‘yeah, it would be if it wasn’t so draining.’ dolokhov chuckled.

‘true, but you don’t seem draining. you seem pleasant.’

‘glad to see my affections are returned, Y/N.’

dolokhov gently took her hand and kissed the back of it. Y/N tried to keep a straight face, but the feeling of him against her hand made her nerves tingle and her face lift into a small smile, covered in a light blush.

‘shut up.’ Y/N chuckled, her head was overwhelmed with emotions, this was the only thing that could come out. her face was heating up, she felt her cheeks heating up and glowing.

dolokhov was shocked, but he chuckled at how quick she was with it.

their laughter was soon to be abruptly stopped when they felt the presence of marya behind them. Y/N looked over her shoulder and saw the glaring eyes scanning both of them.

‘Y/N, a word?’ marya said calmly but enough to leave goosebumps. she was scary, but as she says - ‘i look out for the ones i love’.

maybe thats true.

marya took her to a quiet corner away from the party.

‘Y/N i thought you knew better. you realise what kind of danger you are putting onto yourself?’

‘maybe i do, but you don’t have control over who i do and dont speak to.’ Y/N knew she shouldn’t fall so quickly, but he was different.

‘please Y/N. for your reputation.’ marya knew she couldn’t control her, but she could at least point her in the right direction?

Y/N didnt know what else to say.

‘come on Y/N, lets go home.’ marya said quietly.

Y/N wanted to say goodbye to fedya, but she’ll have to find another way. maybe not today, but sometime soon.

…

after days of longing, she knew she shouldn’t have fallen like this. but it is what it is, love at first sight. thats what the kids call it. it’ll be something to tell her children - wait. she can’t be thinking of her own future with him yet, SHES ONLY HAD ONE CONVERSATION! she fell onto her bed and sighed dramatically. she hugged a pillow close to her, her thoughts were confusing and she was ready to give herself up for someone she barely knew. just to break her thoughts - sonya walked in.

‘Y/N!’ sonya gleamed with the bright smile everyone loved.

‘Sonya!’ Y/N hugged her, as if she hadn’t seen her for days. their friendship was good and strong.

‘theres a letter for you!’ sonya said teasingly, as if she knew what it was. even though she hadn’t a clue.

‘who from?’ Y/N asked suspiciously.

‘no clue! i’ll leave you to open it, dear cousin.’ sonya left the letter on her nightstand.

it was a simple envelope with a red wax seal, it was adressed

‘Y/N Rostova’ in curly cursive writing, not anything she recognised. she thought of all the possible people it could be, but none of them matched up with this handwriting. she carefully and slowly opened it, as if she was expecting something to jump out. as she carefully unfolded it, she made her way to the door to lock it - to make sure nobody could see or find out what she was about to read.

‘Dearest, Y/N.

I managed to find out where i could write to you to! through nikolay (gosh he is awesome). i wanted to say, i thoroughly enjoyed talking to you at the ball a few nights ago. i haven’t stopped thinking about you. in all honesty, confessing feelings over letter is easier than in person. you’re a lovely person, and i’d love to know you better. even though we know eachother minimally - i’d love to take the chance of courting you. or writing to you. your choice! you lighted up me and my feelings, i can tell you’re someone i get along with.

let me know your thoughts.

all my wishes and prayers,

Fyodor Ivanovich Dolokhov.’

oh no.

panic.

her heart skipped a dozen beats, and she found herself swooning and almost crying at the feelings she just felt. he was almost perfect. practically perfect! he was perfect to her! instantly she got her pen & paper and began to frantically write her reply.

…

‘Y/N, my love!’

‘yes, dear?’

‘come here a sec!’

Y/N made her way into fedya’s study. it was moments like these where she was glad she ever went to that ball, he meant everything to her.

‘yes, dear?’ Y/N said with a gleaming smile.

‘i found all our old letters!’ fedya put the glasses onto his head and patted the space next to him. she made her way over and looked down at the pile of letters he had on his desk.

‘theres the first one, theres the one where we planned the elopement, theres the one inviting you to meet my parents-‘ fedya went on and pointed at different letters and what they were. Y/N looked up at him, he looked proud and happy. she smiled softly, it was amazing to see how far they came. she had met her soulmate and she couldn’t ask for anything more.

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