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[obiwan824]

Betrayal- Anatole Kuragin x F!Reader

requested by: anon

request: Could you do an Anatole x Reader where she’s his wife (the one he was forced to marry) and she really loves him, but she finds about him trying to seduce Natasha?

a/n: i haven’t posted anything in a while so here’s a little something! i’m making my way through requests slowly and i’m kinda stressed about it, so sorry if you’re been waiting for a long time! i feel super bad <3

“So.”

Anatole didn’t look up, distracted by the letter he was currently drafting, covered in scratch-outs and blots of ink- he made a note to have Fedya revise it later. “So?” when there came no response, he looked up, blue eyes shining with love. “Dear, I’m very busy now. What is it?”

“It’s this,” Y/N said quietly, voice cracking slightly.

Anatole cocked his head to the side, eyes glittering in slight confusion, making his wife sigh and gesture to the letter in front of him. “My letter?”

“I’m not as dumb as you believe.” she paused for a moment, swallowed hard. Her heart felt like it was squeezing itself to death, choking and sputtering on the account of its own hands. “I have friends, Tolya. A life. I go outside. I know things.”

“Of course you do, dear.” Anatole let out a forced chuckle. “I’m afraid I’m not following.”

Y/N hesitated one more time, unable to choke the words out, before she furrowed her eyebrows and set her shoulders, trying to stay strong. He didn’t deserve her fear. “I have connections. Connections who-who told me everything.” when Anatole didn’t reply, meeting her gaze head-on without fear, she sighed. “About the Countess.”

Realization painted itself across Anatole’s features.

“The Countess.”

“About what you and Natalya Rostova get up to when I’m distracted.” Y/N paused, biting her lip slightly. “You could tell me, you know. You could tell me. You were forced into this marriage, and I’d understand if you wanted someone else.”

Anatole winced. “Darling-”

“Don’t ‘darling’ me like you can get out of this.” Y/N shook her head, laughing bitterly. “There’s nothing to get out of. I-I just wish you hadn’t lied to me. Hadn’t led me on.”

“I didn’t think of it-”

“Exactly.” she shifted, eyebrows furrowed, and Anatole fumbled beneath her piercing gaze, eyes widening in surprise at her sudden standoffishness. “Exactly, Anatole. You never think. You never think about anyone besides yourself, and you’re going to end up hurting everyone you care for.”

Anatole stood up quickly, spilling more ink onto the letter and hardly caring. “Don’t speak to me like that.”

“Don’t act like a complete idiot.” Y/N scoffed. “After all this, you still treat me like your wife. Don’t you understand, Tolya? You can’t have it all. You can’t have a wife who adores you and a little girlfriend. You can’t have both. You deserve neither.”

Anatole’s lip quivered as he tried to gather his thoughts. “I-” he shook his head. “I love her.”

Y/N paused, the words ringing around in her head, and her heart hurt even more. Was that possible? Could Anatole really love the Countess? After all they’d been through, Y/N had come to think of Anatole as her husband, her lover, her partner. She supposed he had never felt the same way.

I loved you, she thought to herself, lips forming the words, but nothing came out. It was pointless now.

After another beat of silence, she spoke, voice rough and harsh, but raw with emotion.

“Then be with her.”

Anatole hesitated, not sure whether to take it as a blessing or an attack, but Y/N, eyes red and brimming with tears, stormed out, slamming the door to his study behind her.

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