Various One Shots

Dimitri Allen x Reader

Okay, so Dimitri Allen conspired with a lot of people, right? So, I wanted to make you one of those people. This begins with the two of you speaking French, so the English translation will be in italics after the person says something, if that makes sense. But that's the end of this author's note. As always, thank you. Happy reading!

2nd Person POV

You leaned over the balcony, a full champagne glass perfectly balanced in your hand. The party seemed to simply murmur behind you as you looked away. Looked away from all the shadiness that wealth came with. You had to. After all, what were you doing here?

So you stared at the Eiffel Tower, or the tour Eiffel, in French.

"Un plus?" One more? Said the waiter.

"Non." No. You replied simply, "Prendrez ce, s'il vous plaît." Take this, please. You handed him your full champagne glass, "Je ne veux plus." I don't want anymore. You said, despite having not drank any in the first place.

"Bien sûr." Of course. He said, "Bon soirée." Have a nice evening.

"Vous aussi!" You too! You called as he walked dutifully away from you.

Not even as soon as you turned back to your stunning view, the man was planted by your side, like he had been there the whole time. You startled. Then groaned.

Refusing to drop character, you said, "Dimitri Allen, que sont vous faire ici?" Dimitri Allen, what are you doing here?

Then you waited for him to give you the code that you had both agreed on in person.

"Ça à êtê six ans, non?" It's been six years, no? Says Dimitri with a sloppy accent, but he nails the code, but now it's your turn.

He asks the question, "Parlez vous Français?" Do you speak French?

To which the coded answer was, "Non," No, "mais, la voix dans mon tête pouvez." But the voice inside my head can.

"Veins avec moi." Come with me.

He leads you into the building, a beautiful hotel. The two of you wait for an elevator in silence. In fact, neither of you speak until both of you are safely inside his room.

"Donc-" So- you begin in French, he cuts you off.

"Oh, you can stop with the French now."

"How boring." You step closer to Dimitri, rest an arm on each of his shoulders, almost hugging, your face dangerously close to his own.

You swear you see a blush dust his cheeks as he ducks out of your embrace, "We're here to talk about the pesky little... problem I have." He reminds you.

"Oh? You're not the only one. So what's the agenda?"

"Bill Hawks."

"The politician?"

"Exactly the same."

You smiled, "Interesting. What could such a man have done to upset you? You're not running, are you?"

"No. He was terribly reckless about ten years back, and it's time he paid his due."

"Alright. Fair enough. So what's your revenge?"

"I have a genius plan."

"It better be good, because if I had one quid for each time I heard that and the 'genius plan' fell through, I'd be the richest woman in the world."

You were simply a supplier of all things illegal and hard-to-get, so the plan didn't matter, only the money. Maybe a little something else on the side.

But Dimitri was... different. He was intriguing, genuinely. He was always around Europe, and a frequent customer. A scientist by trade, you knew, always working on some illegal experiment or another.

Most importantly, though, he paid well.

Unfortunately, you could feel it in your chest each time you saw him. The pathetic, horrible, terrible, amazing thing called love.

It didn't matter what language or place or ticket price. You would be there in a second if it meant you got to indulge in his presence.

So now, back in the moment, you stared at him, waiting for his new big plan. What is it, Dimitri? What do you have in store?

"I happen to have in my possession," he paused for dramatic effect, "a time machine."

You nearly laughed. A time machine? How preposterous. That was something straight out of sci-fi fantasy. But Dimitri wasn't laughing, he didn't even crack a smile.

"For real? You have a time machine?" You say, incredulously, a wicked grin crosses your features, "Alright. So what are you going to do with it?"

"I'm going to break it."

"What?"

"It's not a working time machine, you see, but one that will malfunction."

"Uh-huh."

"And once it does, a grand smokescreen will be created, and I will kidnap Bill."

"Bill Hawks."

"Yes, Bill Hawks."

"So you're telling me that you have, in your possession, a broken time machine, and plan for a kidnapping. Okay. Not a problem. That's every day. Where are you keeping him?"

"That's where you come in, my dear."

"Shock, horror." You quip, "What do you need from me?"

"Two things. A fake world-"

"Is that all?" You say, sarcasm dripping from your tone. You roll your eyes, "Bête." Idiot. "You better be able to pay."

"I definitely can, my dear."

"What's the second thing?"

"A kiss."

Your face reddened, "Y-You... a kiss?"

"The kiss is optional, of course."

"Bête." Idiot. You repeat.

And then you kissed him. For a long, long time. You wanted to stay forever. You wanted the feeling of him slowly placing his hands on your hips, of his lips pressed on yours.

You just wanted it to stay.

Forever.

But your couldn't hold your breath any longer. So you pulled away.

Both of you panted softly, you hummed with pleasure, "So about the price of that 'fake world.'"

You decided that all it would cost was a stellar date.

And just one more kiss.

Alright! This one was requested by RequiemOfAngels and I had a lot of fun writing it. I'm a French amateur, by the way, so if I messed up on any of the grammar or spelling or accents or any of that please tell me so I can fix it. Anyway, I want to thank RequiemOfAngels for requesting, and if anyone else has a request, please comment or DM me, as always. Thank you so much for reading, and thank you for requesting, all of that, just thank you.

-edlover524