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Full Again

Dimitri Kraminoff x Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for Kraven, pregnancy, angst

Summary: You left him, you ran away. But he found you and he needs answers.

“Why? I thought you were different. You left me just like my brother.”

You couldn’t even look into his eyes. Avoiding him at all costs was the plan for the last year.

Well, almost a year, 11 months.

And there he was.

Sitting across from you at the table in his club.

Kidnapping you was exactly what he did. Bringing you here against your will.

And he only had one question.

“Why?”

The pain in his voice hurt.

“I had my reason.”

“I know you still love me. I can see in your eyes. So then what can possibly be your explanation?”

“I can’t-“ his fist met the table. It made you jump and his drink almost spilled.

“Bullshit,” he whispered. “Did you find someone? Someone better? Taller? More muscles?”

“No.” your answer was immediate and straightforward.

"THEN WHY?" he yelled, his eyes filled with tears.

"Because I was scared and pregnant," you said and a huge weight fell from your shoulders. You looked at your feet and blinked back the tears. "I was scared of your father." you looked into his eyes. "It broke me, but I had to leave. Who knows what he would have done if he found out? You know he never liked me."

"So, I have a child?"

"Yes." your voice was shaky yet it held power.

"How could you be so selfish? I have a child and you ran away?"

"I was selfish yes. A selfish mother who put their child before me. Please, you have to understand Dimi." you were crying. "Last year, during your birthday, your father looked at me and he told me that if I dared get pregnant he would personally kill my child and me. He looked into my eyes and told me this."

"Why didn't you tell me he threatened you?"

"You know I couldn't. And so, like a coward, I ran. I'm sorry." you stood up and wanted to leave.

"My father is dead you know. You don't have to be scared anymore. I took over his business. He can no longer hurt you." you looked at Dimitri shocked.

"How did he die?" you turned to look at him.

"Hunting accident. But I know my brother's hand was in it. You don't have to be scared anymore, come back to me. I will keep you safe. Both of you." he stood up and rushed over to you but you put your hands up, his chest met with your hands, but you didn't push him away.

Your eyes searched his for any sign of a lie.

"Is he really?" you whispered and he quickly nodded. "He is home, I can get him for you."

Dimitri looked confused.

"My father? I told you he is buried, in pieces."

"No, our son. I named him Mikhail. I call him Misha. Two months old, I found a kind woman who babysits him while I work." you looked behind yourself at the door. "I can bring him to you. You can meet him." your head snapped back and looked into his eyes as his hands came to his chest and held yours.

"You are so beautiful. I missed you so much."

His voice was so soft, so kind.

"I'm so sorry." tears began to fall again but his hand held you even closer, pulling you in.

His lips met yours.

It was so sweet and it filled your heart with so much love.

How could you leave him?

You love him so much.

"Let's get our son. I want us three to go home."

Home.

"I will get him for you, just give me a driver and a car. I need to... pack his things."

"Okay, I will still go with you."

"You won't be happy with the place I rent."

---

And you were right.

Dimitry looked at the building and froze.

You took this opportunity to go in and get your son from your neighbour.

"I brought you someone," you told Misha as he giggled. "Your father." you smiled as you lifted him and began putting his stuff away.

Dimitry walked into the apartment with a frown.

"Misha, look who it is," you said to your child with a voice only babies get. Misha was still very small.

Being only two months old.

But he looked exactly like Dimitry.

"My son." you handed your son to Dimitry who carefully held and looked at Misha. "I promise you, I will be so much better."

You believed him, you knew he would try his hardest to be the best father possible.

And you know he will be able to achieve his goal.

Once you finished picking up all your stuff, Dimitry guided you to your new home.

Misha quickly fell asleep and you placed him in the guest room, in the middle of the bed.

"We will decorate a room for him, I will buy everything he will ever need."

"Thank you, Dimi."

You two also decided to go to bed shortly after.

"He usually wakes up once per night to eat," you said as you lay down.

The mattress felt like heaven under your tired body.

"I will get up for him."

"And what will you feed him with?" you asked with a yawn as you closed your eyes.

You could imagine the confusion on his face.

You fell asleep not long after that.

Dimitri stayed up and watched you.

He was so happy to have you back. He was able to finally find you.

And now there you slept next to him with his son sleeping in the other room.

Dimitri slowly got up and headed to the room next door.

He walked in and watched his son sleeping, Dimitri knelt on the floor next to the bed and watched his son sleep.

"You look just like me," he whispered and ran a finger down the baby's cheek.

His mind was completely blank all he could do was feel, Misha's cheek was so soft.

"I now completely understand your mother. I would have run away with you too."

Dimitri watched Misha sleep for about an hour before he headed back to his bed where you were.

He moved in under the blanket and pulled you close before he went to sleep.

His heart also felt full.

A/N: The above picture is not mine, credit goes to the owner. (once we have some gifs uploaded to Tumblr, I will be able to use those)

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Sinister Six Christmas Headcanons cause I love the Sin. Six and I love Christmas and it warms my soul.

*Contains OCs and silly headcanon shit.

Marty, the ice-powered kid that Max takes under his wing, loves Christmas. The moment December rolls by, Max notices the 14 year-old kid trying to find Christmas lights and other decorations. When Max tells him that he has none, Marty begs for him to go to the store with him to get some. After some thought, Max and Martin go get some Christmas lights to set up around their apartment (wherever they're allowed to. They do have to be considerate of neighbors and follow the landlords rules after all). It doesn't end up looking like a Hallmark Christmas special or anything, but Martin loves it none the less and Max is happy that Martin is grateful and that they got to bond.

Marty did ask at one point if Max could his electric powers to make the lights brighter, but that was quickly shut down with "Only if ya want me to overpower every light in the complex and have our landlord up our asses."

Although he doesn't really celebrate Christmas, Dmitri does enjoy listening to vintage Christmas music on the radio while reading novels by the fireplace.

Dmitri doesn't get into the Christmas season due to how vigorously he had to cook the Christmas dinner, decorate everything perfectly, and clean up all the decorations afterwards as a servant boy for the Kravinoffs. He's also just very pessimistic and scoffs at the thought of Santa Clause and pure joy and love and all that bullshit that wasn't shown to him when he wanted/needed it most.

Quentin loves going all out on the holidays. Lights, mistletoe, a christmas tree, gingerbread, holly leaves, you name it baby!! He wants to make sure that his home is the merriest on the block!! Unfortunately, he forgets that the house he's currently living in is Dmitri's. So imagine Dmitri coming home, a mixture of irritation, shock, and awe swelling within him, when he sees his mansion covered in neon, flashing Christmas lights. He already isn't a fan of Christmas, but he's less of a fan of having lots of attention on him. After talking it out, Quentin agrees to take down most of the lights and Dmitri allows him to go all out when decorating the inside of the house, making both of them a little bit pleased.

Flint always makes sure to send Keemia a Christmas card and a gift to send to her in Canada. His gifts vary from crystals to seashells to knitted hats, anything that gave hints that she likes it or wants it. Keemia is always thrilled to recieve the Christmas cards and gifts and always makes sure to send one back with a happy picture or a seashell that she found.

Although he hides it with his work and Holiday meetings and parties, Norman feels lonely around Christmas. Harry, who's in college, doesn't vist, Emily is gone, and Otto doesn't want much to do with him. He can't help but feel an awful sense of solitude in his big, fancy penthouse every year.

Herman always spends time with Adrian during Christmas. Despite Herman joking that he's the real life version of Scrooge, Adrian enjoys spending the Holidays with his old team-mates.

Peter and Aunt May have a tradition of inviting Otto over for Christmas. They invite him over, hand him a cup of hot chocolate, allow him to help with the Christmas dinner, and even let him stay to eat with them.

Peter also comes over earlier in the month to help Otto with decorating his house. Not wanting the middle-aged scientist to get injured by falling off a ladder, Peter usually climbs up on the roof to get decorate the hard to reach places with his Spidey powers when Otto isn't looking. Otto, impressed by how quick Peter got it done, says "Wow! That was astonishingly quick! It usually takes me an two hours, two and a half if I estimate. How did you get it done so fast?" And Peter, sweating nervously, is like "Well, y'know, um...the power of youth and Aunt May's cooking. Hehe..."

Traditionally, the Sin. Six don't commit crimes during the Holidays. New York is bad enough with the cold and the traffic and the extreme last minute shopping. It doesn't need supervillains stealing money that could go to a chairty or a shelter or children in hospitals. They don't want to ruin the Christmas season for anyone. They may be supervillains, but they're not heartless.

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My Venus

Dmitri Kravinoff x Reader

Burlesque!AU 

Summary: He was drawn to you.

From the moment his eyes locked with yours.

He knew he had to have you.

You loved to tease men.

It was what you were paid to do.

You had a show, quite popular, they called you Venus Sherry. 

You worked in a bar as a burlesque performer.

Many people, men and women enjoyed your show to the fullest.

At the beginning of each, you would come out of a beautiful shell. Your routine was specifically designed to entertain all. 

But it seemed like you had caught the eye of a young man more than anyone else's in the bar.

Not much younger than you, he always sat at the VIP table with a glass of whiskey in front of him. 

Or could it be that he caught your eye? 

For the last few months, he has been coming to see your shows. He never missed one. 

"Frank? What's the name of the man at the VIP table?" the bouncer looked at you and shrugged his shoulders.

"Some Russian guy. I forgot his name... It was something with the letter D."

Mr D. You decided to call him.

He never gave you the vibes of other guests. They came to enjoy the show, some turned out to be full creeps but not him. He was mesmerized.

His eyes were filled with passion and admiration.

You liked that.

It wasn't only lust.

It was something new.

Something different.

Something exciting.

And it got more and more exciting as the days passed.

Each show you pretended there was no one else, only him and you.

You danced for him. You teased him.

And you smiled at him. 

You never smiled like that at anyone else.

"Frank?" you asked as your door opened.

"Mr D wants to see you." Frank said as you got up from your chair.

You were fully dressed, ready for your show but you had better things to do now.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you approached his desk, he quickly stood up to greet you.

He was short. 

Not like that mattered, but he was handsome, which did matter.

"Ms Venus Sherry, my name is Dmitri Kravinoff. It is a pleasure to meet you, I have been a huge fan of your... work." You handed your hand to him to shake but he kissed the back of it instead. "Please, take a seat."

And you did.

"So, Dmitri, nice to put a name to the face I have been seeing so often."

"May I know the real name of My Venus?"

You smiled at his request but you ended up telling him your name.

There was just something about him.

You needed to know more.

---

Dmitri Kravinoff is possibly the man of your dreams and desires.

He sent you flowers after all of your shows.

Red roses.

To show his love for you.

And you danced for him. 

You feared he only liked you because of Venus. You feared he believed in your illusion too much.

But he didn't.

His eyes said it all.

His eyes looked beyond the costumes and make up.

And so, it didn't take you long to quit your career as Venus Sherry. 

"I will take care of you. I promise." he whispered and he didn't lie. 

Dimitri asked you to move in with him and quit your job. You could see the jealousy in his eyes. 

He only wanted you for him.

"Others get Venus, but you have me as a woman, as Y/N." you told him.

You weren't sure if it was good to fall in love so quickly. But it was so easy to love him.

Not his name, not his business and not his money. But him, Dmitri.

You could tell he did everything to win you over with his money but in the end, it was he who captured your heart. 

You stood out on his balcony, looking over London with a cup of tea in your hands. It was morning, people were going to work as you watched them.

The arms that wrapped around you made you jump and almost spill your tea. 

"You scared me."

"What are you doing up so early?" he whispered into your neck.

"Couldn't sleep." 

"Didn't I tire you out enough?" you smiled at him as he turned you to face him.

"You did. I just have too many thoughts."

"You and your clever mind, My Love. I told you to let them all go."

"I know. And I will." his hand was placed on your cheek before it moved to your temple, he closed his fist as if collecting your thoughts and threw them away. 

"I love you so much." he said to you with a beautiful smile.

"I love you too Dimi."

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