This is for Amanda who requested a Bratva AU story, no Arrow. Future smut involved, wedding and hurt. I hope you enjoy, please review or send me a message!
1.
"Do you know who I am?" Oliver said to the man tied to the chair, the man shook his head no. "I am Captain Oliver Queen of the Bratva, and you messed with the wrong woman." Oliver said hitting the man repeatedly in the face until he stopped moving.
-Six Months Earlier -
"Oliver, come here meet my daughter Felicity." Anatoly introduced the short blonde woman with a high ponytail and a beautiful body.
"So, you're the captain my father keeps telling me about."
"Only good things I hope,"
"Of course,"
"Darling, will you be joining us for dinner this evening?"
"Absolutely dad, I'll be here all weekend, didn't mom tell you?"
"Мой маленький цветок, I have not seen your mother in two days. Sorry, she went shopping with your aunt again. God knows when she'll be back."
"Okay, well I'm going upstairs to freshen up, I'll meet you downstairs for dinner soon," she said kissing her father on the cheek and walking away.
"Oliver my study now," Anatoly said in his fatherly voice.
"Yes sir," he said following him into the office closing the door behind him.
"Please sit," Anatoly showed him a chair to sit in while sitting himself in the one across from him. "Do you know why I brought you here?"
"No sir, is there a problem?"
"No, no. Oliver, you are my best captain, do you know that? I'm getting old and have no heir, I want you to be the heir."
"But sir,"
"To become my heir, you must marry. You will marry Felicity, she will be your wife, your life and your entire world. You will be the father of her children, the man who must comfort her, who will always protect her, and you must always love her and never break her heart. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir,"
"We will tell her this evening, the wedding, two weeks from today."
"Yes sir,"
"Now get changed for dinner,"
"Yes sir,"
Oliver headed to his room, he had never considered getting married, even when he was younger. Sure he would do what he wanted when he was younger and God knew if there were little Oliver's across his hometown but once he met Anatoly everything changed. He was forced to grow up, forced to become a man and follow in his father's footsteps. He was a trained killer and now would become the heir to the entire Bratva.
He stood in the dining room as Felicity walked in, her father pulling out the chair for her as she sat and got comfortable then they sat. The maid came in and poured them each a glass of wine and a glass of water. The other maid came and placed a salad plate in front of each of them.
"Father, will you say the blessing this evening?"
"Мой маленький цветок of course, Heavenly father we thank you for this day and this meal. We thank you for the safety of our families and new partnerships. Amen."
"Amen" Oliver and Felicity chimed.
She took a bite of her salad, making Oliver smile.
"Felicity, I have something to discuss with you." Anatoly said, taking a bite of his salad. "You know who your father is and who you are, right?"
"Yes, I know you are the leader of the Bratva, and that I'm your daughter, the Princess as all the men call me."
"You know what your job is when I say," he asked Felicity.
She sighed, "Marry the captain of your choosing and carry his children and be a true Bratvain woman."
"That is correct, Oliver Queen, which the man across from you," he paused taking a drink of his wine "will be your husband in two weeks' time, your mother will help you plan the wedding and you can buy anything you want and honeymoon anywhere in the world."
"But father, him?" she was furious.
"I said you will marry and that's final,"
"Great," she said standing up and walking out of the dining room, slamming the door behind her.
"Well, that went well," Anatoly laughed. "She'll come around Oliver, you can try to woo her but she is stubborn like her mother."
Anatoly and Oliver finished their dinner with slight conversation, afterwards Oliver walked upstairs to his guest room. The hallway had ornate doors, the one door that was different from the rest was her door, she had MIT flags and pictures taped on the outside of her door. He stopped walking back towards her room and knocked on the door.
"I do not want to talk to you right now father,"
"It's not him, it's me," Oliver said into the door.
"Even worse, leave me alone"
"Please give me a chance,"
A long pause from her caused him to knock again.
"Fine, come in," she said.
Oliver walked in, she was sitting on her bed, cross legged on her laptop.
"May I sit?" he asked, she shrugged her shoulders. "Felicity, when I was younger I never imagined being married. Now I can't even imagine marrying you, an intelligent woman who will always be smarter than I am. You will always be more beautiful than anything I could've ever imagined, you will always be the heir and I will be just your lifelong protector. I just hope one day you and I will love each other and live our lives to the fullest."
She looked up staring at him, the tears forming in her eyes.
"I don't want to be married, I mean I do, just not right now. You're very attractive, oh God I said that out loud didn't I?" she rambled, he leaned over kissing her on the lips causing her to instantly be quiet. Then he noticed she kissed back.
"Моя будущая жена, you don't love me yet and I don't love you yet but I'm sure we can one day. Tomorrow, we will go on a date and learn everything about each other."
He stood up walking out of the room, leaving her breathless.
"Did that seriously just happen?" she asked herself.
In her mind she began to write a pros and cons list, he was hot those smoldering blue eyes were almost piercing. He would always put her on pedestal, like her father which made her smile. Oh God, she had to marry him in two weeks and she barely knew him. She would actually have to have sex with him, she was still a virgin and had barely had any kisses herself. Her father kept boys away from her and took her himself to her high school prom. Even in college she lived off campus with Tanja, her nanny and her husband Abram who took care of her.
"I seriously need to get some sleep" she said to herself, closing her laptop. She walked over to the bathroom brushed her teeth, her lips still tingled from the kiss he had given her. She pulled her hair up and took her makeup off and went back into her bed, turning the light off. She dreamed of Oliver, and what their life could be.
-Dinner, the next day, their first date -
"So, we've covered almost everything," she said taking a bite of her cheesecake.
"Yes, we have laughed, almost cried and really had a good time tonight. I learned we have some things in common but also have differences."
"Differences are good, I mean if we had everything in common that what would we annoy ourselves with?"
They laughed, the restaurant was empty, just the two of them.
"I promise to always make you happy and do whatever it takes to keep you safe and always make you feel loved, okay?" he said grabbing her hand.
"I understand, I promise to try and not be a stubborn person or understand what you have to do. As long as you take me as I am and never try to change me."
"I understand," he leaned over as did she and they kissed.
After dinner they left and he walked her to her room, they kissed once more and soon he was on his way to his room.
- A Week Later and six more dates -
"Where are you?" he asked on the phone.
"Just leaving the bridal shop, had to try on the dress again for like the one hundredth time."
"Who is with you?
"Abram, we are on our way home now."
"Okay, I will see you soon. We need to talk when you get home."
"Everything okay?" she asked sliding into the backseat.
"Everything is fine, I'll see you soon."
Abram and her took off towards the house, she sat in the backseat looking at her phone checking her schedule for the rest of the week, mostly wedding plans and confirmations. She didn't hear the screech until it was too late, the car was hit on the front right corner causing the car to spin and smash into a light pole. Upon impact she was unconscious and Abram was shooting at the masked gunmen coming towards the car. The bullet that killed him came from the right, she was dragged out of the car into the blue Ford Econoline that took off with her in it.
(Мой маленький цветок= My Little Flower according to Google Translate)
(VМоя будущая жена = My future wife)