#Dmitri Kravinoff imagines

[multific]

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."

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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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[yearsbecomingcool]

dress | dmitri kravinoff

donate to gaza here | masterlist

pairing | dmitri kravinoff x f!reader

synopsis | dmitri takes you dress shopping for the grand opening of his fathers new club

warnings | 18+!!!!, sexual content, insecure!reader, reader has sensory issues, teasing in public, bratty!dmitri.

word count | 2k

a/n | this is the dress i describe in the fic. i deserve financial compensation for rewatching kraven for this i stg. everyone involved in the film deserved a better film because i truly don't know what it was they put out. anyway if y'all want a part 2 let me know

You had never been to a store this nice, well actually, you had. In high school and college you used to love going to the luxury stores at the nicest mall in the city. You could never afford any of the pretty clothes and sparkling accessories that filled the stores but you loved to look. After hours of wandering through the nice shops you’d make your way back down to Forever 21 and H&M and regret ever stepping foot in a dressing room. Nothing ever fit right, or felt right. These pants were too tight or this color washed you out, the lack of AC would get you overwhelmed even quicker and eventually you’d storm out with just a pair or two of socks. Dmitri had insisted on taking you shopping, the dresses you kept in rotation for dates were nice…enough. But he wanted you to have something nicer, he wanted to spoil you. You were hesitant at first, but eventually he’d convinced you to go.

You’d never dated anyone like him, you never imagined you’d end up with someone so…rich. Growing up you thought a two story house meant you were rich so when you saw Dmitri with his private drivers and penthouse apartment you were awestruck. You’d met him at his fathers club, your friend had gotten a promotion and took you and a couple other friends out to celebrate. You caught his eye in your backless dress and he was quick to approach you. You thought he was cute, a little shy at first, but still cute. He’d comped you and your friends' bill in exchange for your number. It didn’t take long for him to invite you back to the club for a private dinner, it was the most romantic thing a guy had ever done for you and you fell for him quickly. His father would be opening another club location soon and Dmitri insisted he buy you a new dress for the grand opening. 

“I think it would look a lot nicer if we matched, don’t you?” He said, stroking your hair. Your back was against his chest as you laid on his couch watching a movie together. You knew he wanted you to be at the opening and already had a dress in mind, but he had other plans. 

“Yeah…I don’t think any of my stuff matches yours. The material is gonna look a little cheap next to all the nice stuff you’ve got.”

He smiles down at you, “Then we’ll just go get something to match each other so we don’t have that problem. I wanna get you something nice and silky.” 

You bite your lip and smile, “Like the one I had on when we met?”

He groans at the thought of it, “God that dress…still my favorite on you. Gives me a lot of access,” he teases. 

“Is that what you want in a dress? One that lets you put your hands wherever you’d like?” 

He moves his hand down to the hem of your shirt, sliding his hand up to your breast, beginning to massage it. “I think we both like that, hm?” You melt into his touch, moaning softly as you throw your head back against his shoulder. He smirks down at you, starting to leave soft kisses on your neck, “Let me take care of you.” You giggle and let him continue.

That was all it took to convince you to let him take you shopping. You didn’t tell him about your insecurities with trying on clothes, you were hoping you’d feel comfortable enough with him there that it wouldn’t be as bad but as soon as he led you into the shop you felt inferior. Everything about the store just screamed money. It was mostly empty, save for a few employees dressed in all black, designer clothing lining the walls. Dmitri picked up on how you were feeling pretty quickly, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into him. “You okay?”

You nod, “Mhm, I’m fine Dima…just haven’t even shopped in a place like this before. It feels like I shouldn’t be here.”

He scoffs, “You definitely belong here. Don’t let anyone make you feel like you don’t, hm? C’mon, you said I could take care of you.” He kisses your cheek and leads you over to a rack full of dresses, an employee approaches, ready to help. 

You let Dmitri take the lead in explaining what you’re looking for as you look through the rack. You see a couple dresses you like but as soon as you see the price tag your eyes go wide. “I didn’t know a piece of clothing could be this expensive…” you mumble to yourself. 

Dmitri hears you and chuckles, “Hey, I’m paying. Stop looking at the prices and just pick what you like, you know I can afford it.” 

“I’ve never shopped like that before, it feels…wrong,” you sigh, scratching the back of your neck nervously.

“Just try for me, yeah? I’m gonna look at some suits, I’ll meet you in the fitting room. He kisses your cheek and heads to the other side of the store to look for himself. The employee he had just spoken to stays by your side to help you out. 

After about an hour of looking you feel decently confident in your choices. You picked dresses in all different colors, materials, and lengths. You know he wants you in something silk but you wanted to keep your options open. All the dresses are hung up for you in the fitting room already and Dmitri’s is set up right across from yours. As soon as you step in and shut the door you feel a tightness in your chest. The bright lights and floor length mirror bring back the anxiety you feel every time you step into a fitting room. You strip off to try on the first dress, it’s knee length and velvet. It’s a rusty orange color with a built in corset and off the shoulder straps. You run your hands down it and cringe, the feeling of the velvet under your nails makes you want to puke. 

“How’s it fit?” Dmitri asks, knocking softly on the fitting room door. You open the door to let him take a look. He leans against the doorway, “You look amazing, do a spin for me, c’mon let me see it.” He makes a little spinny motion with his finger and you smile and oblige. He grabs your waist and pulls you towards him, “Do you like it?”

You hang your head and mumble a quick, “No.” You feel bad, you should like it, but the material ruins it. 

He grabs your chin and lifts your head up to look at him, “What’s wrong with it?”

“I-It’s stupid…”

“It’s not stupid, just tell me what you don’t like about it.” He’s always sweet with you.

“The material feels awful to touch…I don’t know why I thought I’d like velvet this time…” You mutter.

“No more velvet then, yeah? We’ll get you something that feels nice.” He kisses your cheek and moves his hand to unzip your dress.

You put a hand on his chest and your eyes go wide, “Dima! The door is still open,” you giggle. 

“Hurry up and take it off for me, I wanna see the silk ones,” he says, continuing to tug the zipper down as you try to hold the dress up. He lets go of the zipper and shuts the door, going to his fitting room to try his suits on. 

The next dress is much better, a floor length silk gown with shiny embellished flowers. It has just one drawback, the color washes you out. You look in the mirror, groaning in annoyance at how lifeless it makes you look. Two dresses in and you already want to scream. You open the fitting room door and knock on Dmitri’s. “Dima, do I need to show you every dress?” 

He opens the door wearing a suit of a similar color to your dress, “Not if you don’t want to. Why? Is this one not a winner either?” He smiles.

You shake your head, “Washes me out. The color’s cute on you though.” You reach out and feel the material of his suit. “I wish I looked good in this color, I like this suit.”

He blushes, “When you find one you like just show me, yeah?” 

You nod and head back into your dressing room.

You feel like you’ve tried on half the store by the time you get to the last dress, it’s one you’re not sure of. It’s silk, just like Dmitri had wanted. It’s strapless and would be practically floor length on you, it’s a beautiful red wine color. You slip it on running your hands down the fabric and smiling to yourself, it’s nice and smooth. You look in the mirror and smile, you’ve never felt better. It hugs all the right places and feels secure, unlike other strapless dresses you’ve tried before. You call for Dmitri to have a look, opening your door for him. He comes out of his fitting room, having changed back into his normal clothes already. “What do you think?”

His jaw drops as he looks at you. “Fuck…it’s perfect.” He grabs your hand and spins you around to get a look at the back. “This is the one, it has to be. I have a suit in there the same color, it’ll be perfect.” He pulls you closer to him, his hand going to your lowerback. You bite your lip and look down.

“You really like it, Dima?” 

“I love it baby, god…you’re gonna kill me. Go find some shoes to go with it, yeah? I wanna get the full picture.” He says, calling for an employee to come over. “Could you find them some shoes to go with this?” The employee nods before going off to find some shoes for you. Dmitri calls out your size, realising he hadn’t told her.

He pushes you back into the room, “I’m gonna worship you when we get home…it feels impossible not to do it here. But, Papa would have a field day if we got caught. I can imagine the headlines now, ‘Son of Nikolai Kravinoff Caught Fooling Around in Fitting Room’.” You laugh and shake your head at his imagination. He kisses you, wrapping an arm around your waist and his other snaking up to cradle the back of your head. You melt into the kiss, you can never get enough of him. He pulls away when he hears footsteps.

“I found a few pairs that might work, Mr. Kravinoff.” She’s got a couple boxes of shoes for me to try. Dmitri thanks her and has you sit down on the bench in the fitting room.

“You’re gonna put them on me?” You chuckle.

“Mhm,” he responds, grabbing the first box. He pulls out a nude pump, holding it up for you to see. He grabs your foot and presses a kiss to your ankle before sliding it on.

“Dima…” You whine. 

He smirks and repeats the motion as he slides the matching pump onto your other foot. “Something wrong, love?”

“You tease…”

“Not teasing just…being a gentleman…” He says, blushing.

You roll your eyes at him and stand to see how the shoes feel, “Hmm, not bad. I wanna try the rest though.” He kisses further up on your leg when he removes the shoes. For every pair he puts on and takes off you his kisses get higher, you know what he’s doing and he looks so smug about it.

“Dima…” You warn, raising an eyebrow once he starts to lift your dress.

“I’m being good, don’t scold me.” 

You laugh and shake your head at him.

Eventually the two of you decide on a pair of matching pumps in a similar silky material. He grabs your items and makes sure to stand in front of the card reader so you can’t see the total. “No peeking, just let me spoil you, love.” You roll your eyes but comply anyway. 

Once you’re back in the car you lean into him, “When we get back to your place you’re so getting it…teasing me like that…Dima you should know better.” 

He chuckles, “I’ll never learn…” 

[littleoddwriter]

imagine Dmitri putting all the effort in the world into learning to imitate your favourite singer's voice, and then learning to play a specific song from their discography on the piano and sing it, so as to let you know and feel just how much he means it when he says that he loves you. maybe he even uses that as a strategy to first confess his love to you, performing it at the club, simply announcing the next song to be for you, and it doesn't take you long to realise, and---

my heart is bursting, my goodness, I need this so badly. <3

[pregnant-javert]

the vibe of dmitri and kraven clearly being telegraphed as like. maybe 2-3 years apart or less is so funny when u have like. baby face fred hechinger (1999) next to aaron taylor johnson (1990) like dmitri your older brother looks old enough to run for mayor and YOU look like you're in a prom suit. sooooo annoying bc its like. IN MY HEART they are actually 9 years apart. but like. obviously they aren't.

[chloe-skywalker]

Kraven The Hunter Masterlist

By ~ @chloe-skywalker

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Kraven / Sergei Kravinoff :

~ Coming Soon . . .

[hederasgarden]

if you want and have one, can we get a sneak peak of the bodyguard!sergei kravinoff fic you're writing 🤭 ?

Fair warning I am still very much working out the kinks of the story and the plot so this may change but here's a sneak peek! I am happy for any and all feedback, I am a little down on my writing lately.

Please note this fic will include past references to domestic violence and an abusive partner.

You fiddle with your cup and saucer to occupy your hands, but as soon as you notice Sergei's attention shift to your movements, you drop your hand to your lap, nervously twisting the fabric of your pants between your thumb and forefinger.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s going on? Dmitri was unusually tight-lipped, and your emails were a little vague,” Sergei notes. 

“Ah, yes,” you say, your gaze flicking away briefly, unable to meet his steady, assessing eyes.

Each time you tried to write out an explanation about everything you faltered. The words never seemed to capture the depth of your unease, and what you had written always sounded exaggerated—dramatic, even. It felt so overblown when it was reduced to text. But then, of course, your nightmares would remind you of the reality behind the fear. 

“My ex-husband,” you begin, forcing yourself to meet his eyes again, though it’s harder now, “he’s, well, he’s not dangerous really but, he’s got a bit of a temper….” Your words trail off, and you can feel your face heat with embarrassment.

Sitting across from Sergei, you can’t help but feel foolish, especially with the way he exudes an intensity that feels almost out of place in the quiet, cozy coffee shop. There’s something about him that suggests he’s no stranger to high-stakes situations, maybe even life-and-death threats. You suddenly feel small in comparison, the weight of your concerns seeming trivial. He’s the kind of person used to handling real danger, and here you are, asking for help with something that feels almost silly in the context of his world.

“I’m sorry,” you rush out, suddenly overwhelmed by the ridiculousness of it all. “This was stupid. A mistake.”

Before you can fully stand, his fingers circle your wrist, his grip loose enough that you could pull away, but you find yourself frozen in place, the familiar sensation sending an unexpected jolt through you. The touch is so casual, light even yet instinctively, you flinch.

Immediately Sergei lets you go, recognition flickering in the depths of his blue eyes. A sharp breath escapes your lips as you draw your hand to your chest, trying to steady the erratic pounding of your heart. The space between you feels too heavy now, too close, the buzzing in your ears loud enough to drown out everything, nearly making you miss the sound of your name, soft and tentatively spoken.

You look up and meet his bright blue eyes. “Please, sit,” Sergei encourages. You hesitate, your gaze drifting toward the door, the urge to flee still pulling at you. "I can help you," he says, his words steady and sincere. "I want to help you."

There’s something in his expression, so gentle and open like Dmitri’s, that you slowly lower yourself back into the seat. You keep your hands in your lap, clasped so tightly together that the rings on your fingers dig into your skin painfully, but you find you can’t bring yourself to release them. 

"I knew someone who described her husband the same way," he says slowly, like the words are being pulled from somewhere deep, tension filling the lines of his face. “She was good at hiding the bruises with clothes and makeup. She made a lot of excuses for him, too. I imagine you made them for your husband, to yourself and others.”

You look down at the worn wooden table, staring at the dark whirls of the knot in the wood before your attention drifts to his hands. They’re clasped loosely together, the worn skin of his knuckles marred with scars. His nails are short and blunt. You doubt anyone’s ever raised a hand to him.

"What happened to her?" You ask.

Sergei’s chest rises and falls with a deep, controlled breath before he answers. "She didn't leave him when she should have."

[blueberrypancakesworld]

I would like to imagine a story with Dmitri where the reader wants to take revenge on her father, because he was the one who killed her mother when she was a child. She knew that Dmitri's father had two children, but she never saw them. When she arrives at the club, she falls in love with Dmitri on the piano. Will she complete her revenge or tell Dmitri the truth? It's up to you (She is a mutant like Wanda or like America Chavez, you decide, she is Latin too but bilingual). Sorry if it was confusing, English is not my first language.

Revenge brings together

Dmitri Kravinoff x fem!reader (latin)

warning : hurt/comfort, fluff, kiss, mention of murder and injury Summary : The sounds of his piano playing drowned out the horror of her past as she found herself in the Kravinoff's club. She had a clear goal, knew what she wanted, just a little information until she saw him. Is revenge even necessary anymore or did the blonde's singing lead her on a path of love and forgiveness? info : thanks dear for the request, finally i was able to write it (it took me way too long to have time), i hope you enjoy reading it and thanks again ;)

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Pain would eventually pass, whether external or internal, a pain would eventually pass.

On the outside of the skin, scars might remain and on the inside, the pain could be replaced with love and affection from friends and family.

Pain could take many forms but they would all pass...except the pain of revenge, because revenge was something that only ended when you died or avenged the person you had hurt.

With every step she took, every breath she drew and every tear in her eye, she could feel her pain, could see the exact moment her beloved mother lost her life.

How those eyes full of love lost all life and the ruthless expression of her father who had done it.

Who had destroyed his family...it was a pain you never forgot and since that moment when her cries for revenge and curses haunted him she would one day bring him to justice.

No matter how long it took her revenge would come in some way she would avenge her mother for she had given her the greatest gift of all.

A power that surpasses all.

From the moment she stood alone on her feet, she had followed her father from town to town.

Making friends and enemies, gaining and losing money and training her mutant powers with others.

A power that reminded her every day of her mother, of the woman who had given her this gift and a gift that took her all the way to London.

A city of millions, modernity, different cultures, languages, connections and above all, sources to the underworld.

Sources you wouldn't expect when you looked at the large handsome building, an old building almost a hundred years old from the outside with a class you often don't find.

Behind the darkened windows, however, lay something, her destination.

The destination where she hoped to get new information from a certain underworld boss.

A man they knew, a name that was not unfamiliar to her either You better be there Kravinoff she thought to herself as she closed the door of the taxi to enter via the pavement through the glass door.

A warm atmosphere instantly enveloped her as she walked to the small reception area, ,,Good evening miss, what name have you booked?" the man asked her with a slight smile, ready to look in the book for a name.

The club with restaurant and bar was exclusive, one could expect nothing less from the Kravinoff but she had neither patience nor time for such things, ,,I believe you have already found it" she replied and felt the energy move over her fingers.

The mutant power coursed through her and entered the mind of her opposite, seeing eyes looking down and seeing the name that was never there, ,,Of course, please enter" he said, motioning her to go on.

Taking back her powers she gave him only a brief smile before stepping into the club that would take her further to her destination.

A club whose ambience was inviting, rustic with dark wood and a golden light and a stage on which she spotted a piano.

It seemed there would be a live show for the entertainment, so she sat down at one of the tables and ordered a drink and something from the menu, her main focus was on the man who was to appear.

It was Nikolai's club or so her source who had brought her to London had put it.

He wouldn't miss such a good evening she thought and a few minutes later took a sip of the drink she was served.

The establishment filled up with people as it got later, the murmur she was surrounded by various voices and information but none of them were what she was looking for.

Until the moment she saw the light turn to the stage.

Like the others, her gaze slid towards it and was surprised and delighted to see a blond young man emerge from behind the curtain and be greeted by applause, applause in which she joined in animatedly.

He must have been one of the singers and musicians Nikolai had hired, a cute blond whose hair ended in a curl that fell slightly in his face.

The cheerful expression immediately became a flattered one as he sat down at the piano, adjusted the silver microphone and began the evening's programme by pressing the black and white keys.

A programme that filled her inner being with fascination and comfort, the playing like that of a natural talent and the voice a voice that seemed not of this world.

Such a young man with such talent He is unbelievable it went through her mind and she did not take her eyes off the man on stage.

His blue eyes, which sometimes closed, sometimes looked at the keys or into the audience.

He saw her and saw the flattering smile and wink as he apparently decided to dedicate the song to her, or so it seemed.

The minutes in which the piano accompanied his voice and he was in tune with the music seemed like a wonderful eternity...until the moment when the technology continued the music.

The voice could be heard saying, ,,This song was for my father" and she followed his gaze towards a corner where she saw an older grey-haired man in a suit sitting.

Nikolai Kravinoff...whose son was the piano player and suddenly all peace seemed to be shattered for a moment.

She knew he had children, but so close, so involved in the business, so dangerous and presenting a situation that threatened to remind her of her own.

Just as she was trying to take a sip, a bite of food and think of the best way to get to Nikolai to elicit the information, shots rang through the club.

Screams, gunshots, things breaking and rumbling as chaos broke out and she saw the first dead staff lying around her.

But her concern was not for her or her source Nikolai no her gaze was on the blond man sheltering under the piano.

A protection that was not enough when she saw two of the assassins approaching it, concentrating the energy with their hands, the bright energy flowing towards the piano.

She wrapped a shield around it and the bullets hit the men, ,,Hold on, I'm here!" she shouted to him and hurried from her seat, searching behind overturned tables and pulling down a ceiling light with her power, knocking out another assassin.

Before she slid under the piano to the blond and grabbed his hand, ,,Are you all right?" she shouted at him more to be heard over the hail of fire.

She saw the trembling and the fear, the nod and the ,,Thank you!" as he clung to her, she tightened the shield around them both and saw Nikolai kill the last of the men with a single precise shot to the head.

It was over, she had survived once more, saved a life, and felt the blonde continue to hold on to her even as they emerged from under the piano, ,,Dmitri come here" the older man demanded and she lowered the shield.

She was surprised when Dmitri simply pulled her over to Nikolai, who was in the process of pouring alcohol over a wound.

His tone didn't even seem scared, more angry and annoyed ,,You protected my son and fought for me thanks" his short gratitude surprised her.

She seemed to have caught the mighty Nikolai on a reasonably good day it seemed, normally she had thought she would either get into a fight, get a bullet wound or have to use her Lraft.

But as she looked to Dmitri beside her, she saw the relieved expression as he still held her hand, ,,She bravely threw herself in between" the blue-eyed man agreed, only now realising that he was still holding her.

Apologetically embarrassed, he smiled at her and withdrew from her, slowly readjusting his clothes and slipping off to fetch a first aid kit.

Her gaze shifted from Dmitri himself and went over to his father, ,,You are la bruja, I presume, what do you want?" he asked directly and it sounded more like the picture of Nikolai she had heard, he knew it was her, that she was looking for him because of a rock.

Pulling a picture out of her pocket she held it out to him, ,,I'm looking for this man I was told you could help me" she replied and it was the most recent picture there was of her father, a photo taken hidden as he was about to enter a building.

She saw in the greenish eyes as he considered, sat back down in the broken corner and after a quiet moment handed the picture back to her ,,He has a flat near Lambeth" the Kravinoff said before his gaze shifted to Dmitri who placed the red box on the table.

She saw him trying to help Nikolai, but he just fished out a few things and ignored them more than interacted.

Stifling a sigh, she was about to leave and turn to her new track, having finished the assassination attempt here, when she heard a whimper.

Turning round, she saw the piano player sitting at a broken table trying to tend to his wound, a bit of glass had cut into his skin as he crawled under the piano.

She could have left, never come here again, just forget about him...but something inside her that felt something for him made her turn round.

Pulling up a chair and sitting with him, she took the brush and swab from him ,,I like helping a sweet piano boy" she said, not seeing his cheeks redden, which was punctuated by a gasp as she pulled out the glass with a quick tug.

Caringly holding his hand, patting it a little and giving him a moment, she tried to distract him by using her power to create an image of himself at the piano.

,,You were unbelievable" she added casually as she dabbed on the disinfectant as carefully as she could.

Even though he tensed, she saw how fascinated he was by the image and her power, how sweetly he looked at it and that sweetly silly grin when she put a bandage on him and kissed it goodbye.

Her vendetta didn't allow for any bonding...or so it seemed because just before she could rise she felt his hand seeking hers again.

,,Would you come back for me-I mean my show...I'd give you a private performance" he stammered and the hope in his eyes wouldn't quit.

A hope for maybe something together, a rapprochement, a time when revenge was something she could forget and all the pain that came with it.

Reassuringly touching his hand, brushing a curl behind his ear, she gave him the small image of himself in her hand, ,,When we meet again I want to hear all about you Dmitri Kravinoff" she promised and it was he who placed a kiss on her hand before releasing her to follow her path.

The meeting of the mutant and the piano player was certain and then they would both finally get the love they had both always dreamed of.

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[zoovweemomma]

imagine being 14 year old dmitri kravinoff. your father has just pulled you out of school to tell you your mother (who is not actually your mother) has died by suicide. your father, who seemingly hates you and constantly calls you weak, takes you and your brother to africa to hunt a famous lion. said lion fucking MAULS YOUR BROTHER. TO DEATH! but your brother comes back to life somehow, and you’re so grateful, you don’t even question it. then, when you go home, your brother has to go talk to your abusive father alone. when he comes back, you’re worried about him and ask if he’s okay, and he PHYSICALLY PUSHES YOU OUT OF THE ROOM. and then your brother, who is basically the only person who has ever loved you, he LEAVES. FOR FOREVER (except for the one time each year he comes home, which happens to be on your birthday)

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? no wonder he turned evil. dima baby i’m SORRY !!! i would have been there for him 😤

[delta-dean]

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.

[multific]

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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[multific]

Happy New Year

Dimitri Kravinoff x Reader

Summary: Your first New Year's Eve with him.

Dimitri’s home felt different tonight. 

The typically stylish, luxurious space was softened by warm lights hung in the windows. 

Soft music played in the background, the crackle of an old record adding a layer of intimacy that only Dimitri would have thought of.

You sat on the couch, legs tucked under you, a glass of champagne in your hand. 

Across the room, Dimitri was arranging a plate of fruit and chocolates on the coffee table. 

His rolled-up sleeves revealed his forearms, and his movements, though usually effortless, seemed more deliberate tonight.

He looked delicious. 

"This is really something," you said, breaking the calm. "You didn’t have to go all out."

He looked up at you, his mouth curling into a small smile. 

"It is a special night after all," he replied, straightening. "I wanted our first New Year's Eve to be amazing."

"It already is," you assured him, patting the space beside you. "You being here with me? That’s all I need."

He hesitated briefly before joining you on the couch. 

His arm brushed against yours as he settled beside you, his eyes were filled with kindness.

"You know," he began after a moment, his voice lower, "I’ve never really been one for New Year’s Eve celebrations. Too loud. Too crowded. Always felt... meaningless."

You tilted your head to look at him, intrigued. "Then why celebrate this year?"

"Because with you, it feels like it actually means something."

A smile spread across your face at his words, your heart felt so full.

You leaned closer, resting your head on his shoulder. 

On the TV, the countdown began, numbers flashing boldly across the screen.

"Ten seconds," you murmured, glancing up at Dimitri.

His focus wasn’t on the TV. 

His eyes were entirely on you. 

His beautiful eyes held a depth of emotion you couldn’t quite figure out, but it made your pulse quicken.

"Five," you whispered, leaning just a little closer.

"Four," his hand found yours, his fingers moving through yours with purpose.

"Three," you could feel his breath on your lips.

"Two."

"One," his lips found yours, gentle yet purposeful as if he’d been waiting for this moment and didn’t want to rush it.

You could hear the people on the streets cheer, but it felt distant.

To you, everything disappeared. 

It was only the two of you in the moment. 

His touch was warm, his hand cradling your face with a tenderness that made you forget about everything else.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, a small smile on his lips. 

"Happy New Year," he whispered.

"Happy New Year," you replied.

You knew exactly what the new year would bring.

It will bring love and care.

Freedom and passion.

You couldn't wait to explore it all with him.

A/N: Above photo is not mine! Hope you liked this!

Happy New Year to everyone!

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Simply Perfect

Dimitri Kravinoff x Reader

Summary: Your first Christmas with him.

The fire crackles softly, casting a warm, golden glow across the room.

Outside, it was a rainy day in London, but inside, it was just the two of you, wrapped in the spell of Christmas.

The tree twinkles with the lights you placed on it that morning, and the smell of pine and cinnamon fills the air.

Dimitri sits next to you on the couch, his hand resting lightly on your knee as you look at him with a smile.

He looks so handsome in this light.

Despite the luxury of the room, there’s something wonderfully simple about tonight, just the two of you, sharing this special moment.

He reaches under the tree, pulling out a velvet box.

“I hope you like it,” Dimitri says, his voice low and smooth, carrying a hint of suspense.

Your heart skips a beat as you take the small box from him.

He’s always thoughtful, but there’s something about his sincerity tonight that makes your chest tighten in a good way.

You open the box, and your breathing stops for a moment.

Inside is a necklace, a beautiful silver necklace with a pendant which has intricate design that gleams like starlight.

It’s the one you’ve admired for months, the one you thought was out of reach.

It was simply too expensive and too beautiful for you.

You’ve talked about it before, but you never expected him to buy it for you.

“Dimitri… it’s perfect,” you whisper, your fingers brushing over the delicate diamonds.

You meet his gaze, his eyes dark and warm with affection. He doesn’t say anything, but the way he looks at you tells you everything.

“I'm glad you like it,” he says, his voice a soft promise.

You get the necklace from the box and drape it around your neck.

Immediately, he stands up, reaches behind you, and fastens the clasp with fast fingers.

His fingers brush your skin, and for a moment, you feel just how cold they are.

He must have been nervous to give you this beautiful gift.

"I feel spoiled." you laugh a little.

"You should be spoiled, you deserve it, My Love."

You reach for the gift you’ve been hiding in the pillow behind you.

It’s not nearly as extravagant, but it’s from the heart.

You spent months trying to find the best gift.

“I’ve got something for you, too,” you say, your voice a little shaky as you hand him the box.

He looks at you, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to, and it is only fair because you also bought me something,” you reply, your heart beating faster, now you understand why his fingers were cold.

Dimitri unwraps the gift slowly.

When he finally opens it, inside is a leather-bound journal. You watch as he makes a confused face.

Then he decided to open it.

The first page: For every moment we’ve shared, and every one we still have to come.

His expression softens, the stoic façade he often wears slipping just a little. His eyes flicker to you, searching your face but you just smile and motion for him.

“It’s… it’s beautiful,” he says, his voice thick with meaning. “You know, I’ve never been someone who writes down my thoughts, but… maybe I’ll start.”

As he flicks through the pages he notices that you have also written some things in there.

It makes him smile. You are so thoughtful.

You reach for his hand, squeezing it gently.

“I thought it would be nice. To have something for only you. Write your thoughts down since it has been a tough year for you. I have put some of mine in there. Some might be... dirty.”

His eyes lit up as he quickly began his search through the pages.

You only laugh.

He closes it, his thumb brushing over the cover.

“I’ll treasure it.”

For a long while, neither of you speaks. You simply sit there, in the quiet warmth of your home, the sound of the fire crackling in the background and the soft hum of Christmas music playing from the speakers.

"This is the best Christmas you know?" he speaks. "I never really liked Christmas... with my father... but you changed my mind."

"I'm glad I was able to help you. And I really do love the necklace."

He leans in and you kiss him.

It is a slow and soft kiss.

The world outside may be cold, but here, in this perfect, intimate space, you have everything you need and want.

You rest your head against his shoulder, the necklace he gave you gleaming softly in the firelight, and Dimitri pulls you closer, his embrace wrapping you in both warmth and affection.

He reaches for the remote and turns the TV to search for your favourite Christmas movie.

It was simply perfect.

A/N: Above photo is not mine! It's from Pinterest!

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[littleoddwriter]

can't stop thinking about Dmitri choosing what Sergei wears for the birthday dinner; especially because he does it in a manner that is so indescribably hot to me. (the way he looks him up and down, smiles almost condescendingly, but is clearly excited, tells him off for wearing what he does and wanting to stay in, almost whining about how it's his birthday and so obviously Sergei has to comply, already having a fitting suit ready at hand, etc.)

and so I'm just over here and absolutely running with that because nobody can tell me that Dmitri wouldn't do that with his partner, as well.

just- Dmitri choosing your outfit when he's going out with you (or for other occasions, or even generally), and you're both loving it because it's casual yet intimate, and it's also a great act of love and affection because in order to dress somebody in a way that makes them comfortable and happy you have to know them so deeply that it's transcending.