“Wild Heart, Second Life”
Request by: @kpopgirlbtssvt
Kraven ‘Sergei’ Kravinoff x Female Reader
Warnings/Genre: Action • Hurt/Comfort • Superpower Origin • Romance
Summary: You’re a waitress at Dmitri Kravinoff’s restaurant, where his intense brother Sergei keeps returning to your section. When a mob attack leaves you dying, he uses Calypso’s rare potion to save you—changing your life forever.
You noticed him the first time because he didn’t belong there.
Not in the polished marble restaurant with gold lighting and men in expensive suits pretending they weren’t criminals.
He sat straight-backed, broad-shouldered, silent.
When you approached the table, notepad in hand, he looked up at you like you were something unexpected.
“Hi,” you said, giving your usual warm smile. “Can I get you something to drink?”
His voice was deep, rough like gravel and winter air.
You nodded, scribbling it down. “You got it.”
When you came back, he surprised you.
“Do you like working here?”
You blinked. No one ever asked that. “It pays the bills.”
He studied you a second longer. “You should work somewhere safer.”
You laughed lightly. “Bit late for that advice, isn’t it?”
The corner of his mouth twitched.
That was the first time you saw him almost smile.
After that, Sergei kept coming back.
He never flirted. Never crossed a line. Just asked small, careful questions.
Did you grow up in the city?
Did you have family nearby?
Did you ever want to travel?
You started bringing him extra bread without charging.
He started leaving tips that were way too big.
One night, you finally asked, “So… what do you actually do?”
His eyes held yours. Calm. Honest.
Somehow… it felt like enough.
Dmitri’s birthday party was chaos from the start.
Private room. Loud laughter. Too many armed men pretending they weren’t armed.
You were just trying to refill champagne when the windows exploded.
Gunfire ripped through the restaurant.
You dropped behind the bar as bullets tore through glass and wood. Your ears rang. Your hands shook.
Hot. Blinding. Spreading through your side.
Your knees hit the floor.
Someone shouted your name, but it sounded far away.
Then strong arms caught you before you hit the ground.
His face was tight with something you’d never seen before.
“Stay with me,” he growled, pressing his hand over the wound. “Stay.”
“I think…” You tried to laugh, but it came out wet. “You were right. Not very safe.”
From inside his jacket, he pulled a small vial filled with dark, shimmering liquid.
Calypso’s voice echoed in his memory: Only in greatest need. It will not return them the same.
He tipped it to your lips.
You barely swallowed before everything went black.
You woke with a sharp inhale, bolting upright.
You weren’t in a hospital.
Blankets wrapped around you. A fire crackled nearby. Snow drifted past the window.
Sergei sat in a chair across the room, watching you like he had been there the entire time.
“You brought me here?” you asked.
Then at the perfectly healed skin on your side.
“Okay we’ll circle back to that— WHY AM I NOT DEAD?”
He stood and came closer, slow, careful.
“I gave you something powerful. Ancient. It saved you.”
You swung your legs off the bed—and accidentally bent the metal bedframe with your grip.
Your senses sharpened. You could hear deer moving miles away. You could smell snow before it fell.
You were stronger. Faster. Harder to hurt.
The first time you panicked and punched a tree in frustration, it cracked.
“I broke nature,” you whispered.
Sergei looked almost proud. “You will learn control.”
Teaching you how to move through the forest quietly. How to focus your senses. How to breathe through the overload.
When you got overwhelmed, he didn’t tease.
A hand on your back. A low voice. “Focus on my breathing. Not the world.”
At night, you sat by the fire together.
“You didn’t have to save me,” you said softly once.
“Yes,” he replied. “I did.”
He looked at you like the answer was obvious.
“Because you matter to me.”
You never really left the cabin.
Not because he forced you.
Because when you tried going back to the city, the noise hurt. The smells overwhelmed you. The crowds made your instincts scream.
The forest felt right now.
One evening, as snow fell quietly outside, you handed him a mug of tea.
“So… what are we?” you asked.
He frowned slightly. “We are sitting.”
You laughed. “No, I mean— us.”
Understanding dawned slowly.
His voice was quieter than usual. “I do not know how to be… normal.”
“Good,” you said, stepping closer. “I’m not exactly normal anymore either.”
“You saved my life,” you said. “You helped me through the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
You squeezed his fingers.
“I like you, Sergei. A lot.”
His thumb brushed your knuckles, almost hesitant.
“I have hunted monsters,” he murmured. “But with you… I want peace.”
Your smile softened. “That’s basically a love confession in Kraven language, huh?”
And for the first time since the gunfire, the blood, the fear—
Your new heart didn’t feel like a curse.
It felt like the start of something wild and beautiful.