Kuragin Stories

Dolokhov realizes that Anatole is like the sun. Bright, warm; but the sun can burn.

A series of one-shots from Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet of 1812!

"then why do you say you love me?" it only registers to dolokhov that he was the one who had said it when it's hanging in the air already, surrounded by silenc...

You know the story of The Great Comet of 1812. But what you don't know is the story of Sariya Kuragin, Anatole's wife. Sariya is a young girl in love with a charming yo...

dolohov's restless. he supposes he's been restless his whole life. nothing can really change his nature; the way his piercing, blue eyes shift quickly, calculating and c...

To make up for lack of a lot of musicals imagines and preferences, I have created this. Requests are open, I will write for more musicals who have a lack of content or c...

St Petersburg, 1874: Violet Crawley came to the ancient city for duty but found much more... Violet Crawley/Igor Kuragin fanfic, non-au, canon.

"fedya, i-i'm dying, aren't i?" anatole licks his lips. they're so dry, and cracked, and so, so pale. dolokhov tenses up.

"oh no, no, no, this isn't it, i'm not a fucking bottom." anatole shakes his head and shies away from fedya's incoming lips. fedya snorts. "anatole, you'...

anatole likes to be bruised, likes the bruises fedya leaves on him, even if they're hidden. his favorites are on his wrists, from fedya holding him down.