#dimitri x yn

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Heyyy just wondering if you could do a Dimitri x reader, like dimitri and the reader had a thing for eachother like back and fourth little flirting when they were all escaping from Russia, but he had only seen the reader bloody and dirty but when they all get to America a few weeks later Joyce is having a kind of welcome back party for hooper and this is the first time he’s seen her since Russia and she looks stunning with a nice dress hair all done just jaw dropping gorgeous and he is speechless and gets a little jealous when they speak to officer callahan ( btw the reader is french aswel and some people mistake her accent for Russian. Sorry a bit all over the place but you can do what you like with it :)

From ash love can grow- Dimitri Antonov x Female French reader

Joyce being your closest friend of course you agreed to accompany her to Russia to help Hopper escape, especially when you believe it to be a simple task. What you didn’t expect was to survive a plane crash and to meet the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes upon.

Warnings: slight xenophobia, mentions of blood and injury, mentions of being drugged, alcohol and I think that’s it

A/N: hi thanks so much for being so patient with me to get this fic finished, I finished for winter break at my uni/ college then I was sick but I’ve finally completed it. Dimitri is so charming and I’m so happy that he is my first stranger things fic I’ve written for the adult characters. I’m aware that this story doesn’t 100% follow the storyline of season 4 but allow it for the sake of this fic. Also I don’t speak French or Russian so I’m sorry if I’ve gotten the translation wrong for some lines. Sorry if some parts sound overly British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

When Joyce told you that Hopper was still alive and was in a prison in Russia and asked you to go with her and Murray to brake him out. Of course you said yes, Joyce became like a sister to you. She was the first friendly face you had met since arriving in California.

Lenora Hills is exactly what you expected a stereotypical American town to look like. Perfectly placed houses lined up in a row, all with precise manicured gardens completed with the most nauseating fake families you ever had the displeasure to have met. Hollywood definitely gotten that stereotype right.

The women were as closed off as you can imagine, women who would hold a big pearly white smile as they pushed you under the bus. You were slightly glad that their arrogance swayed them from befriending you as there’s no way in hell would you ever entertain their company. When you moved from France all it took was for them to hear an accent that wasn’t American and that was enough for them to shun you. One plus of that situation was that you could mutter “Je t’emmerde’ under your breath and they would have no clue what you had just muttered.

But Joyce Byers was the only person who welcomed you with a warm smile and invited you to have dinner with her family. You almost declined her offer at first, as you weren’t used to kindness from any of the women who lived on that street. But you were glad that you did as Joyce was one of the kindest human beings that you had ever met, and you were practically inseparable ever since. Which is why you accompanied her and Murray to Russia.

But what you didn’t expect was also to be drugged and to survive a plane crash, if you knew that was in store for you from the beginning, you definitely would have given Joyce a different answer. So now you were following the directions from the one who drugged you and originally threatened to turn you all into the Russian authorities, now you were walking towards the high security prison Hopper was held captive in.

You wrapped your coat more tightly around your body but the harsh bitter winter wind bit down to your bones. You had long lost all feeling in your legs from the artic environment, you were in a great deal of pain from a gash on your head from the crash, the blood has stopped pouring but the pain persisted.

“How far away are we? My feet hurt and my head is pounding” you complained as you begrudgingly trudged through the thick icy snow. Oh how you wished that you could be basking in the warm Californian sun, but no you were in what felt like a deserted part of Russia.

“What’s wrong the Russian princess can’t handle the snow?” joked Murray as he ploughed on ahead.

“Russian? I’m French you idiot!”

“Wait you’re not Russian?” Murray questioned? his pitch raised in shock, his brows knitted together as he replayed your voice in his head trying to detect your accent.

“No I’m not Russian! Why does everyone think that?.. Joyce?” You looked at your friend quizzically, noticing how her face morphed into a sheepish smile. You looked at her with disbelief, surely she would have the common sense to differentiate the difference between the wildly different accents, but you were sadly disappointed.

You rolled your eyes at her before muttering

“Vous êtes tous des idiots”

They all looked at you dumbfounded all trying to decipher who you have just insulted under your breath, while you smugly smiled to yourself, again thankful that you were in the minority who spoke French.

Another thing that you didn’t encounter for was meeting a handsome former Russian prison guard called Dimitri, also known as Enzo from his nickname Murray and Joyce called him from his cryptic letter.

He had a handsome rugged charm about himself, he had short brown hair with piercing steel eyes. He was effortlessly handsome like a marble statue of a Greek god come to life, though now his chiseled jaw was bruised and cuts heavily scattered across his face. He definitely had seen better days but neither have you, but still you couldn’t help but marvel at him. You choked on air when you first laid eyes upon him taken aback by his beauty, you wanted nothing more than to get to know him further.

But right now you were all running from the prison that now holds the body of a demon you had to kill, you have been informed that it was called a demogorgon and apparently Joyce, hopper and Murray have all had an interaction with one. It made you question the sanity of the trio and if Hawkins was actually hell itself.

Dimitri unbeknownst to you took a particular fascination to the quick witted feisty woman who walked beside him. Dimitri suggested that the five of you spent the night in his apartment till sunrise, it was a chance for you all to escape the bitter cold and for you to have a safe place to sleep before the authorities gotten word about your whereabouts. Tomorrow you can finally kiss Russia goodbye, you had always wanted to visit Russia under different circumstances but this ‘trip’ left a bitter taste in your mouth, safe to say that you won’t be rushing back anytime soon.

Your matted hair caked in blood and dirt, your ripped bloodied shirt and the many cuts and bruises you required from the crash and fighting a monster, that moments ago you didn’t believe existed. None of that deterred him from looking at you in awe, how you knocked down the demogorgon from the barrel of your gun slightly turned him on, and further fuelled his desire to get to know you better.

“What’s your name Голубь?” Dimitri smiled at you, watching as the breeze pushed your hair out of your face revealing your beautiful y/e/c eyes

“Y/N” you smiled back at him, you cringed as you felt your cheeks flush the same shade of red as your nose from suffering the harsh winter winds. Hopefully you can blame it on the winds icy chill?

“What a beautiful name y/N” he smirked upon seeing the coyness flash across your face from his flirty remark. He loved the way your name felt when it exited his lips, savouring every letter like he was saying the most beautiful word in existence .

“Is that a French accent I detect?”

“Finally someone with sense” you huffed looking at Joyce in her eyes as she flashed you a sheepish smile.

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Dimitri’s flat was smaller than you thought but it was beautifully furnished, the thing that attracted you the most was the beautiful oak book case complete with all the classics. You gently ran your finger against the spine of the books admiring them all, judging by the condition of the cover they had to be at least first additions. They say that it’s rude to ask a man about the money that he makes, but judging by the books alone you knew that he must be loaded,

“A woman of taste I see” you turned your head to see Dimitri leaning against the wall beside the book case, his eyes filled heavily with admiration like you were the most beautiful person to have ever existed. He swears that you couldn’t get any more beautiful but he stands corrected.

“You can take any book you want, they’re not exactly going to be read anymore come dawn” he sighed, you saw sadness momentarily flash across his steel eyes, as he swallowed down that heavy emotion, not even daring to acknowledge how this is now his last evening in a country that he once loved.

“Are you sure?” You questioned unsure to why he was speaking so kindly to you, those moms of Lenora Hills definitely made you skeptical about genuine kindness being thrown towards you. You looked at Dimitri quizzically expecting there to be a catch to this deal.

“Of course” he outstretched his hand towards you “now follow me, I have some bandages and some antiseptic in the bathroom”

You placed your hand in his as he lead you to his bathroom, noting how your heart fluttered over the contact. Wishing that you were still outside, for at least then you could blame the wind nipping at your cheeks for making them appear pink.

He hovered over you as he cleaned the dried crusted blood that surrounded your split lip. You could feel his body heat radiating upon your skin, you had to swallow down the small whimper that almost fell from your lips. You prayed that you could stay calm and collected as he gently touched your chin, tilting your head to look at the gash on your forehead.

It was a near impossible task as you could feel your heart race feeling the way he touched you with care. The butterflies in your stomach was creating hurricanes whenever he would look at you in the eye. And when he gently swiped the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip, he avoided the cut not wanting to pain you further.

You saw the corners of his lips flip into a warm smile. You could of sworn that you saw a small glimmer of longing in his eyes, but you were quick to shake that thought out of your head believing that the small crush you have developed wasn’t reciprocated, you’d have to learn to be okay with that even though it’s difficult when all you want to do is feverishly smash your lips against his.

“Ты такая красивая”

“Huh?”

“I said that it looks painful” he cleared his throat “I’ll leave you to shower”

You felt your heart sink into your stomach when he closed the door behind him, longing for his touch again, wishing for him to stay forever with you.

God this is stupid! Y/N you’re so stupid! You’ve just met this man now you’re head over heels, you’re a full grown adult not some pining teenager in love.

You hated these butterflies that flapped their wings inside your stomach, making your stomach contort with each flutter. The more you wished these butterflies to dissolve in your stomach acid, the more violently they continued to fly.

Maybe it’s best that you’ll never see Dimitri again? As then you won’t have your heart crushed under this lovesick fantasy.

When you were showered and dressed, you walked into the living room where Joyce, Murray and Hopper stood with a glass of wine in hand, all laughing and engaging in free flowing conversation.

Your ears heard the faint melody from a familiar song coming from the vinyl player in the corner.

“I thought that the Mademoiselle would be appreciative of some Édith Piaf” Dimitri smiled as he handed you a glass of red wine. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from returning the same tender smile.

Not that you didn’t want to, god knows how much you want to. But you couldn’t allow yourself to fall deeper into his charm as come dawn you would have to wake up to the fact that this is all a fantasy, there’s no future for you and him and that heartbreak would be too much to bare.

“Come dance with me” he chuckled outreaching his hand to yours, his voice as smooth as whiskey melting into your every senses, capturing you under his charm.

“I don’t dance” you tried your hardest to dismiss his charm. But like a moth to a flame you caved especially when he said something as charming as-

“It’s okay I’ll teach you”

All that contact you craved in the bathroom finally happened and you couldn’t be more flustered even if you tried. You gaped at him, your lips moving trying to conjure up some form of excuse, but all you could say was a stuttered series of incomplete sentences. But you couldn’t think of an excuse when your heart truly wants it to happen, your heart yearns for his touch, and secretly you wanted that too.

He chuckled at your awkwardness, he found it incredibly endearing. Dimitri loves how flustered he makes you feel, how your cheeks flush rouge whenever he makes eye contact with you. How your breathing hitched in the bathroom, he noticed every minute detail about you. He believes that you must be an angel sent from heaven above, that god has sent you down just for him.

You didn’t know this, but when you helped to save him you gave him that fight to keep going. Moments before you turned up, he gave up even trying, believing that there’s no point to go on for he was a traitor and the brutality he faced upon his imprisonment crush his spirit into tiny pieces, that he didn’t have the energy to piece them back together. But when Dimitri first saw your face he found the energy to keep going, for if he survived one day he was going to make this beautiful angel his wife. He craves to hold you close to his chest to see if your heart beats just as fast as his.

You pressed your lips into a thin line when you felt his warm strong arms wrapped around your waist, to suppress the gasp that threaten to escape your lips. Your eyes secured itself to the wooden floor below your feet, trying your hardest to ignore the lovesick blush that spread across your cheeks as he held you closer to him, swaying to the gentle melody of La Vie En Rose.

“I bet you $20 that they’ll end up together” Hopper smirked upon watching you both caught in a lovers in brace.

“It’s obvious that’s going to happen, but the question is when?” Joyce added, her heart warming upon seeing you both sweetly dancing not caring who else was in the room for this moment in time it was just you and Dimitri. You were both enthralled by each other, as if you were both in a trance. For Joyce has never seen her friend so in love with someone before, as she knows how hard you find it to let someone in, she’s just glad that you found it in the caring, sweet soul that is Dimitri

“I say by the time we get back to Hawkins”

“You’re on”

And with a shake of a hand the deal was done

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When the plane landed your heart shattered into a thousand of tiny pieces upon the impact of the wheels on the tarmac below.

The only thought that was on your mind, was the dreaded thought of leaving Dimitri behind. The man who taught you in the only day that you have spent together what love was meant to feel like-

Y/N what the fuck are you thinking!!! You barely know this man stop acting like a love sick child.

You hugged everyone goodbye, telling Joyce to keep in touch and she’s welcome to visit you in California whenever she wanted.

Then it came time to say goodbye to the one person that you wish you didn’t have to, but for the sake of your heart you had to make this goodbye as short as possible.

You gave him a small sweet hug. But when you broke apart you could feel his face leaning in towards yours, you forced yourself to break apart before his lips made contact with your skin.

You kept your eyes rooted on the ground not wanting to see the dejected look within his eyes. Blinking back the tears that stung your eyes, you turned on your heels and walked towards your connecting flight.

Only when you were sure that you were out of sight of Dimitri did you let the tears that had desperately tried to fall slide down your cheeks. You wiped away the quick falling salty tears as you repeated to yourself

‘This is all for the best’

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After two months since landing back in Lenora Hills , you received a call from Joyce inviting you to Hawkins for a welcome home party for Hopper. You accepted with the only condition was that this trip wouldn’t turn out like the previous one, you heard her laugh over the receiver as she gave you her word that this trip would more sane that the last.

So here you are, anxiously twiddling with your emerald necklace that complimented your dress. Your last reminder of your grandmother back in France, you claimed it to be your good luck charm. But right now your good luck charm made you stand anxiously outside the door for what felt like an hour, trying to will yourself to open the door.

You took a deep inhale, pressing your lips into a thin line as you finally worked up the courage to knock on the door.

Joyce wrapped her arms around you into a tight embrace as soon as she open the door, she was so overjoyed to see her friend that she hugged you with so much force that she accidentally made you loose balance, causing you to stumble into the house.

“I’m sorry Y/N it’s just that I’ve missed you so much” Joyce laughed as she led you by the hand into her house.

Dimitri stood with Hopper leaning against the lounge wall, he was so deep in conversation that he didn’t notice you at first. It wasn’t until a small breeze from both of your bodies walking past him, did he finally look up.

When he caught sight of you, he choked and spluttered on his drink. Hopper looked at him with confusion till he saw where his eyes trailed off to, when he saw you next to Joyce he shot Dimitri a knowing look.

Dimitri couldn’t take his eyes off you as you walked around the room as Joyce introduced you to everyone. You looked dazzling, truly a sight to behold, with your flowing emerald dress that cut off above the knee. Dimitri fell in love with you when you were covered in blood and caked in dirt but right now he fell in love with you all over again, with your beautifully styled hair complete with winged eyeliner and scarlet lips.

“And this is officer Callahan, he works with Hopper”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” Callahan smirked as he brought his hand to meet his lips. You smiled at his chivalry.

Dimitri on the other hand was glaring daggers at the officer who looked at you with a flirtatious look in his eyes. God! It made his blood boil, he wanted nothing more than to go over there and take you away from him.

Hopper heard the low growl that exited his lips, he couldn’t help but smirk to himself over how in love Dimitri was with you. He knows that Callahan has nothing over Dimitri, but god was it fun to watch how green with jealousy Dimitri got.

“I wouldn’t worry about him, she likes you”

“You saw how she was when we landed, it’s clear that she doesn’t feel the same way about me. Out of everyone here tonight, why did it have to be him?”

Hopper chuckled at himself seeing how blind Dimitri was to the situation. He gently patted Dimitri on the shoulder as he leant in towards him.

“Joyce told me that she has never seen Y/N look at someone the way she does towards you, now go over there and talk to her.”

Hopper pushed Dimitri towards your direction, he took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He cleared his throat and walked up to you.

“Y/N can I have this dance?” He asked out stretching his arm towards you

You felt your face grew red like you were back in Russia all over again, yet he still never fails to take your breath away especially when he looks so dashing in his suit. You bit your lip and nodded, taking his hand in yours. Too afraid to say anything as all your words have jumbled together and you feared to look more of a flustered mess than you already were.

Dimitri held you close, his hands rubbing circles into the small of your back which sent shivers down your spine. If you were worried about looking like a flustered mess before, you somehow had gotten worse as your heart began to flutter as you felt his slow steady breaths against your skin.

“I’m sorry” you muttered into his shoulder

“What was that Голубь?”

“I’m sorry for my cold goodbye when we landed, it’s just that I was scared. I know it sounds stupid but it’s just that I really like you and thought that it was easier to say goodbye. I believed that we would never see each other again and I didn’t want to hurt myself by pretending-“ your heartfelt ramble was cut short by Dimitri’s lips pressed against yours. You froze to the spot upon first feeling the contact of his lips against yours, but you eagerly moved your lips against his.

You smiled at him when you both broke apart, the giddy feeling grew in your chest as you saw the way he looked back at you. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

“My Голубь, I loved you the moment I’ve first ever laid eyes on you. I lost all hope that I would never escape that god forsaken prison, but the moment I saw you I found the hope I lost. I survived because of you. And that night we spent in my apartment was one of the best nights of my life, I know it’s too soon but I love you”

You captured his lips with your own, moving your hands to hold the back of his head, while he held your waist closer to him to deepen the kiss.

“I love you too” you smiled at him with love filled eyes.

Joyce and Hopper stood back to watch the pair of lovebirds swaying across the floor.

“I believe that you owe me $20”

Joyce huffed as she routed through her purse for the dollar bill, she placed it into his hands. Smirking as he shoved the bill into his back pocket.

Maybe the strife you faced in Russia was worth? it as it brought you in the arms of the man that you love.

A/N: Dimitri to me is incredibly smooth and charming so I had to write him like that. I hope that you enjoyed it and sorry again about the wait. As always my requests are still open

Je t’emmerde - fuck you

Vous êtes tous des idiots - you’re all idiots

Голубь - dove

Ты такая красивая - you are so beautiful

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