Danatole Stories

fedya prepares to leave for war, and has an unexpected visitor. miscommunication and feelings ensue.

A collection of Danatole oneshots because I'm shipping trash:D [Cover drawn by me]

"No matter what people thought of Anatole Kuragin as they first met him, they almost warmed up to him after hearing him play."

Short description: Hélène and Natasha meet and Natasha is both frightened and intrigued by Hélène's beauty. About: Based on War and Peace, but specifically the musical...

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...

❝in nineteenth century russia, we write letters.❞ to everyone except for anatole, it is very obvious that dolokhov is in love with his best friend. after anatole left fo...

Hello! After almost a year of writers block, I'm back! I wrote a story about Anatole recently(not this) and it brought me back! I have this story/au entirely planned out...

basically i'm bored and tired so have some headcanons and me ranting about life. headcanons are for- •hamilton •book of mormon •heathers(both the movie and the musical)...

A collection of short stories based upon the novel War and Peace/the musical Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812

this is something me and someone else wrote so long ago... i won't tag them in case they don't wanna be e x p o s e d but basically texting au lmao

When Anatole Kuragin comes out to his father, the response is anything but positive. After getting disowned by Vasily, he runs off with Hélène and Dolokhov. He's never f...

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

DARK Great Comet One Shots Contains suicide, angst, and more

"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'...

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...

"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.

"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...

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.

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