Rostova Stories

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

"we're back, tasha," pierre says, almost apologetic, andrei trailing sheepishly behind him. "we missed you. we got worried." natasha smiles, reaching her arms toward her boys.

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 young man who one day appears injured and in need at her door. There is nothing she wants more than to be with him and be happy. When Sariya's father comes home and discovers a bleeding Anatole being cared for by his youngest daughter, he forces the two to be married, much to Sariya's delight. They move to Moscow to be with Anatole's family. But then everything goes wrong.

very short fics originally published on my tumblr

He fumbles in his bag for his key, opening the door as silently as he can on the off chance that Andrei is back already. The room is dark, but there's definitely someone in Andrei's bed. Andrei would be the obvious conclusion...but something's different. That lump is bigger than usual, the breathing not soft at all-- "Andrei, Andrei, stop, I think the door just opened," someone who is most certainly not Andrei hisses from where Andrei should be.

She is like the stars. At least, that's what Sonya thinks, the first time she sees her.

"mashunya, come and kiss me," she says with a soft smile, standing up. mary's heart leaps in her chest. she walks to sonya on trembling legs and kisses her.

pierre and andrei long for the same thing.

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