Hey giys xD so this is the introduction to the Bratva Olicity Series. Part 1 is 2 chapters long and after it is posted, I will be posting part 2 of the series separately. I love Bratva Olicity it is literally one of my favorite AUs and who doesn't love Bratva Oliver lol. I hope you guys enjoy it and let me know what ya'll think. BTW I totally cheated from Google translator and I'm so sorry.
14 years old.
That was how old Oliver Queen had been when his parents Robert and Moira Queen were murdered.
That day had changed him forever. The day that he had watched a bullet rip through his parents skull when he walked into their room asking them if he could go to the park with his friends. The day that he screamed for them, begging and pleading for them to wake up. The day that he ran to his 6 year old sister's room fearing that the killer had gotten to her as well only to find her sleeping soundly as if nothing was wrong. The day that he felt a burning pain in his chest fueled by hot anger and hatred for the people that had hurt his family and those he loved.
He had felt helpless and that helplessness haunted him.
That was the day that a darkness crept into Oliver Queen's soul and changed him forever. He would never be the same boy again.
It was declared by the coroner and police that a sniper's shot killed Robert and Moira Queen. It made sense. The Queen's mansion was guarded like a fortress and no one could possibly get into the house without being noticed.
All of the Queen assets were given to Oliver and Thea; and Walter Steele a close family friend was to act as CEO of Queen Consolidated until Oliver was ready to take over.
Since the death of his parents, Oliver had closed himself off completely only sharing whatever emotion he had left with his sister. He wanted and needed justice for his parents. He wanted to know who killed them and why? And he wanted to make whoever did it suffer.
Anatoly Knyazev was a close business associate and practically a brother to Robert Queen. He was given full custody of Oliver and Thea according to the deceased Queen's will. When Anatoly heard what had happened to his friends he made his way to Starling City from Russia as soon as possible to be there for the children and to arrange the funeral for two of some of his closest friends.
He wept for his friends who would never see their children grow tall; and he wept for their children who would never ever see their parents again. He made a vow from then on to treat them as if they were his own and to make sure that their parents were avenged.
He took Oliver and Thea back to Russia with him and raised them in a house of Bratva. He was the pakhan, the leader, the boss; the head of the Bratva organization and these two orphans were now his children.
His wife Raisa was never able to bear children and when she looked upon Oliver and Thea, she looked at them with so much love it was as if she bore them herself. Anatoly was now provided and blessed with an heir to his throne.
Oliver Queen was destined to be his heir, he was to be the new Pakhan.
Anatoly had noticed the darkness in Oliver. He had seen how the boy would do his best to push people away, himself and Raisa included; he saw the fear in his eyes showing how scared he was of possibly losing those he loved just like he lost his parents. Anatoly knew the boy was shattered and possibly broken beyond repair.
9 months after moving to Russia with no change in Oliver's behavior Anatoly decided to take action. He provided Oliver with an option. He told him that he could train him to fight and protect; and that with Bratva training he would be able to protect those he loves and keep them safe. Oliver had grasped on to those words as if they were his lifeline, it gave him hope and it gave him a purpose. He never wanted to feel helpless ever again.
Oliver's training to become a Bratva member had begun.
Anatoly had quickly realized that Oliver's training had brought out a change of behavior, he opened up more to Raisa and himself, and he showed more affection and love towards Thea; but he still kept a proper distance. Anatoly believed that there might not be a power or force in the world that could break down the iron walls that Oliver had built around himself.
At the age of 18 Oliver had become a weapon and a threat to all those who threatened the Bratva. He had exceeded expectations in all his training and he had showed up and gained respect of all those who showed disapproval towards him for being the heir of the Bratva, even though he was an American.
The Bratva captains and members of the Bratva loved him, the girls loved him, and although they showered him with acceptance and love, he kept his distance. He never had more then a one night stand or more then a few friends. Many believed him to be cold and heartless but he was envied nonetheless for his control, power, and air of dominance at such a young age. He was deemed a prodigy.
The day that Oliver had found out in Russia that his parents case had gone cold was the day that Oliver's perfect control was broken. The animal had clawed inside of him and it was unleashed. He destroyed the Bratva training room and had sent 3 guards to the hospital after they attempted to stop him and calm him down. Anatoly had found him later on, all bloodied and battered from his walk of destruction and suddenly Oliver fell to the ground crying. In all of Anatoly's years living with Oliver he had never seen him cry. Not even when he came to see the small 14 year old boy who had witnessed the horrific death of his parents.
Anatoly had knelt beside Oliver and put his arms around him and vowed that he would get his justice and revenge. "я клянусь на мою жизнь и твое Оливер , что мы найдем , кто это сделал , и мы сделаем их платить " (i swear on my life and yours Oliver, that we will find who did this and we will make them pay).
It took a year for Oliver and Anatoly to find the man that murdered Robert and Moira Queen and it took 5 hours of torturing for them to find out who hired the hit. Anthony Ivo was the head of the Applied Science division of Queen Consolidated and after being accused by Robert of creating weapons and torturing humans for his creations; Ivo retaliated before Robert could exploit him. Ivo destroyed all living evidence of Robert's accusation before the hit was made.
The day that Oliver had the sniper and Anthony Ivo in his hands was the day that he instigated pure terror and fear throughout the Bratva. He showed no mercy and no control. The animal was revealed yet again and after hours of lashing out and breaking every bone in both of their bodies, he walked up to both of them with a sniper rifle in his hands and shot them both in the head exactly where he had seen the bullet sit in his parents.
He would destroy anyone who hurt his family.
The name 'Oliver Queen' was feared by many who heard it. He worked mission after mission for the Bratva, killing whenever necessary, and doing whatever it took to complete the mission successfully. His body was scarred and marked from the countless missions, his life had been at stake multiple times but nothing seemed to phase him. Each scar was a mark of strength to show that he would do anything for the protection of his family and his brotherhood.
Anatoly had sent Oliver back to the United States after Oliver had received his title of "Captain" at the age of 23. Thea was to stay in Russia with Anatoly and Raisa because she was much too young to live with her 23 year old brother; and mostly it was for her own protection. The Bratva's hold and power in Starling City was dwindling and the Triad was attempting a take over. Starling City was not safe until the Bratva attained proper control. Anatoly entrusted Oliver to lead his brotherhood to victory and he believed it was time for Oliver to continue the Queen legacy and take back Queen Consolidated in honor of his parents.
5 years later
(Present day)
It had been 5 years since Oliver had returned to Starling City and they were finally gaining back control from the Triad. The Triad had infiltrated the underground world in Starling City as well as the Glades; they had full control of the docks which made it possible for their shipments of drugs and weapons to come in; and they had men everywhere. They didn't just have everyday men running around doing there biddings all day; they had powerful men everywhere. They had bad cops, lawyers and wealthy businessmen all over the city, and these were not easy targets to eliminate.
With the help of Queen Consolidated, QC funds and loyal allies of the Brotherhood; Oliver and the Bratva had been able to weed out some of the Triad's most powerful men such as Adam Hunt and Martin Summers. After 5 years the situation in Starling City was starting to look brighter for the Bratva.
Oliver had remained in Starling City for all these years. He did not think it was wise for him to go back to Russia when so much of Bratva was at stake; and he did not want his sister or Raisa anywhere near Starling until the situation was under control. He missed his family in Russia dearly, but their safety was much more important to him.
It had been a long day at Queen Consolidated for Oliver; their were talks and discussions for the creation of a new applied science department and the plans were really stressing him out. This new department would not only benefit QC profits immensely; it would also be a major benefit for the Bratva on taking another step towards taking back control from the triad. Oliver knew the importance of these plans and he did not want to screw it up at the cost of Bratva and his family's legacy.
Oliver's mind had been preoccupied with all these thoughts even after he arrived at the mansion. His parent's house. The same house that they were murdered in. Anatoly had kept the house for Oliver and Thea in case they would want to return and Oliver had never been more grateful. The mansion was the only place that held memories of their family and he would die before he let anyone take that from him. He would walk through the corridors of the hallways remembering the laughter and the joy that used to live within these walls and it tugged at his heart painfully.
There was barely any joy or laughter in his life, since their death. He would not risk feeling those things only to be torn apart again.
He had been in his father's study signing papers when his bodyguard and one of his closest friends John Diggle had walked in.
"Oliver, the Pakhan has been calling for you. He said that you haven't answered his calls and he's growing impatient with your avoidance". There was a hint of laughter in Digg's voice and Oliver knew then that Anatoly was pesturing his workers like a worried mother.
"Everything alright," Digg asked.
"Everything's fine," Oliver bit out sounding completely and totally not fine. Digg raised his eyebrows at him knowing full on and for sure that everything was not alright; but he knew better then to push him after receiving a glare from Oliver. He knew that typical stubborn Oliver Queen was not one to share his feelings or his burdens with anyone.
"I'm gonna head out to the training room for a quick workout if you wanna join." Digg asked.
"Sure, I'll meet you there," Oliver sighed rubbing his fingers through his hair. "After I make this call to Anatoly."
"Okay I'll see ya."
Oliver had picked up the phone as soon as Digg had walked out and begrudgingly called Anatoly. He clenched his jaw in frustration. These fucking boardroom meetings were frustrating him to no end and the Triad were fucking becoming a major pain in his ass. Their control at the docks continuously resulted in them making ridiculous amounts of profits from the drugs, weapons and human trafficking; and their increase in profits and providing the demand was strengthening they're control. They had also continuously threatened the Bratva after the take down of Adam Hunt and Martin Summers; and they had recently put two members of the Bratva in the hospital.
He was not fucking alright. He was fucking pissed and he knew that he would be reporting nothing but frustration to Anatoly so he had purposely avoided his phone calls.
"Оливер, мой мальчик , как ты ? Там лучше бытьхорошая причина для Вас, чтобы не отвечать на мои звонки." (Oliver, my boy how are you? There better be a good reason for you to not answer my calls.)
"Я прошу прощения дядя, Братва бизнеса и КК сохранили мне занят." (I apologize uncle, Bratva business and QC have kept me busy.) He sighed.
"Это хорошо , мой мальчик , но я бы предпочел, чтобы вы держите меня в курсе в случае чего , я понял." (That's alright my boy; but I would rather you keep me in the loop in case anything happens, am I understood.)
"Да дядя" (Yes Uncle) Oliver replied warily. He knew Anatoly was annoyed at his actions but he also knew that he was not angry with him. Anatoly was only being parental. "Есть что-нибудь , мы должны обсудить ?" (Is there anything we need to discuss?)
"Да ... Существуетсерьезный вопрос , что я должен обсудить с вами Оливер" (Yes...There is a serious matter that I have to discuss with you Oliver.) Oliver did not like the tone he was using. It was the tone that he used when a decision had already been made. Before Oliver could say anything Anatoly broke the bombshell. "Я, Раиса и Теа будут возвращаться в Starling город завтра важно , что эти вопросы обсуждаются в лицо" (Myself, Raisa and Thea will be returning to Starling City tomorrow, it is important that these matters are discussed in person.)
"WHAT!" Oliver if not frustrated before was fuming now, a strong wave of tension had entered his body, the need to destroy something evident in his posture. "We AGREED uncle that they would NOT be brought to Starling until it was safe!" he yelled back in English.
"Oliver, these matters are very important and it is important that Raisa and Thea are here as well. They have also not seen you in 5 years and they both made it very clear that they were coming."
Oliver grit his teeth in anger he did not want them in harms way, he wouldn't let it happen. "No. Uncle they ar..."
"Oliver the decision has been made." Anatoly spoke with a harsh tone of finality. "We will be in Starling tomorrow night. We will be staying for a while. I want to see what progress the Bratva has made and I want to overlook on what your next plans for the Bratva are. Am I clear Oliver?
Oliver paced his office knowing that he could not argue with the Pakhan when his decision has been made. He angrily bit out, "understood. I will see you tomorrow uncle."
"До завтра " (Until tomorrow), Anatoly responded as he hung up the phone.
As soon as he hung up Oliver threw his phone against the wall in anger. How could his uncle do this? It was too dangerous. He ran his arm over his office table throwing everything to the floor. He knew there was no arguing with the Pakhan. He could not show him disrespect. "FUCK", he yelled. He needed to work off his anger. He also needed to discuss with Diggle a new security plan to ensure Raisa and Thea's safety. He would not let anything go wrong.
The night of his family's arrival came too soon in Oliver's opinion. He had spent all day going over new security details and bodyguards for Thea and Raisa. He upgraded the mansions security drastically to make it impossible for anyone to enter or leave the property without anyone knowing. He was more then ready for their arrival.
Although he was angry that they were coming during a dangerous time, he couldn't help but feel a little excited. He was going to see his sister who he had not seen in 5 years, and Raisa, who only ever saw the good in him like any mother would. He missed both of them immensely and their arrival was making him the happiest he'd been in a long time.
Oliver had arrived at the airport accompanied by Diggle and over 15 bodyguards. His men scoped the jet pad to make sure all danger was clear before Oliver had stepped out of the car. The jet had landed just moments before and it was time for Oliver to finally see his family after 5 years.
Oliver stood shocked as he saw a blur of brunette hair suddenly fly into his arms. "Ollie, I missed you so much."
This was his baby sister. This was Thea. He hugged onto her tighter. He couldn't believe how much she had grown. He always remembered her being this little tiny girl who chased him around everywhere and now; now she was a beautiful grown woman. He kissed her hair and replied, "you were with me the whole time I was here speedy."
She pulled away and laughed, "ughh, worst nickname ever."
He chuckled and released her from his arms and saw Anatoly and Raisa walking towards them. Raisa who had tears in her eyes basically ran towards him as she cried "Oliver. My beautiful boy." He opened his arms to her as they clung to each other. This women who had taken him and Thea in out and treated them as if they were her own was basically his mother. She never showed them anything but her love and she was always there to put him back together. He closed his eyes as he hugged her feeling as though he were a small boy again. "I missed you, Raisa."
"I missed you too my boy," she said as she looked up at him rubbing her fingers along his face. "Мой прекрасный красивый мальчик" (My beautiful handsome boy).
"Please Raisa, don't lie to him. That face is puke worthy," Thea said while making gagging noises.
"Enough you," Raisa said adoringly as Oliver laughed.
Finally Oliver turned towards Anatoly a hand put out to shake as they pulled one another in for a quick hug patting each others backs, "Oliver, my boy."
"How are you uncle?"
"Jet lagged but ready for business. And food." Thea laughed as Raisa swatted his chest.
"Captain." Oliver looked up as one of his bodyguards approached them. He bowed his head low in acknowledgement of Anatoly, the Pakhan, and looked towards Oliver. "Багажа спрятал сэр , и автомобили готовы" (The baggage is put away sir and the cars are ready.
"Let's go home," Oliver announced finally feeling the joy of being with family after 5 long years.
The night was growing old after they had returned to the Queen mansion and had eaten dinner; and Thea and Raisa were getting ready for bed as Oliver and Anatoly decided to talk business before sleeping.
Oliver had known that Thea was not as affected by their parents death as he was due to her young age, but he still wanted to make sure that she was okay being in the house of their deceased parents; and that was why he was currently on his way to her room.
Instead of finding her in her room he found her in the hallway staring at a family portrait of their parents, a very young Oliver and a sleeping baby Thea. "Hey, what are you doing down here, I thought you were going to bed," he asked as he approached her.
She looked up at him eyes wide and slightly tussled "I was but...I don't know Ollie. I barely remember them but I still feel the pain of asking Raisa about whether or not they were going to come visit us and finally realizing that they never were...and I don't know...Is it weird living here, knowing that this is where it all happened?"
He pulled her into his arms looking at her, masking the emotions that he felt of reliving that day, "At the beginning it was, I would sometimes imagine us and them out in the yard by the pool and it was hard...but I realized there were too many good memories of them and us here and to give this house away feels as though we're trying to forget them. I think they would want us to be here because this was were they were most happy; here with us." His expression and tone hardened as he thought of Ivo. "I am not going to let the man who took our parents away from us take away our memories of them as well."
Her eyes teared up and he hugged her. They had both gone through so much and being in this house together with the memory of their parents lingering in the air meant everything. "I love you Ollie and I missed you so much", she mumbled in his chest.
He smiled as he kissed her head , "I love you too speedy, now let's get you back to bed; that jet lag is gonna be kicking in soon."
"ура" (Cheers)
Oliver and Anatoly sat down by the fire for a drink in the office of Robert Queen to discuss Bratva business; and to discuss these pressing matters that brought his family to Starling.
After discussing the status of the Bratva in Starling, Anatoly's face grew very serious as he looked at Oliver. "What is wrong uncle? What are these matters that you had to discuss in person with me. Is there a threat on the Bratva in Russia!? Is there a threat on Raisa, on Thea!?" Oliver grew more impatient with every passing second thinking of all worst case scenarios.
"No there are no threats made on Thea or Raisa. I would have informed you of that." He assured with his thick accent.
"Is it Bratva then?" Oliver pressed on.
"Oliver, do you remember our agreement when I told you that at the age of 28 I would strip you as captain and make you the new Pakhan."
"Yes uncle I remember."
"The Bratva already had issues of you becoming my heir because you were American but you showed them they were wrong. But their are still talks amongst them."
Oliver jumped up from his seat furious, "You can't be serious. I already fucking proved to the Bratva that I was worthy, strong and loyal!
Anatoly watched as Oliver paced a whole in the floor. "No Oliver, that is not the issue. The issue that they have is that you are not married and in order to be Pakhan you must be. Did you forget that Oliver."
"Fuck I did not forget. I just tho-"
"You thought what? That Bratva would just let this go! That I would let it go! Oliver, these are traditions and laws of Bratva and they must be respected or else there will be dire consequences. I gave you 5 years! 5 years Oliver and what do you do in those 5 years; you had fun and slept around with many women creating quite the reputation for yourself," Anatoly scolded him. He was angry that Oliver put himself in this position for the Bratva members to question his reign.
Oliver had never wanted to be married. He was just happy about fucking around with different girls every night. To say he was pissed now was an understatement. He paced the room hands clenched ready to punch a hole in the wall. This was horseshit.
"However Oliver , I have a preposition for you." Oliver stopped pacing looking at Anatoly curiously. "I have recently been reached out too by a mother and a daughter whose lives are in danger. I am not sure if you have ever heard the story of a Damien Darhk." Oliver shook his head wondering where this was going.
"Damien was a Bratva member and he was very powerful and strong. He had a wife named Donna Smoak and a young daughter, Felicity. He was a dark man and he would hurt Donna regularly, beating her, and on some occasions Felicity." Oliver scowled in disgust at this worthless piece of shit. How could he hurt his wife and child as if they were nothing.
Anatoly continued, "Donna came forward to me one day claiming that she had evidence against her husband and that if she told me; I had to promise to keep her and her daughter safe. I agreed. Her evidence proved that Damien was working with the Triad, selling the Bratva out and even murdering some. That fucking disloyal son of a bitch ran away before we had the chance to finish him."
"What of the mother and the daughter?" Oliver asked.
"She was moved to Starling secretly without the knowledge of anyone but myself and Ilya to ensure their safety. She recently contacted me about a month ago saying that Damien had found them and that she received a letter from him. He claimed that he was going to bring them back to him and torture them for their disloyalty; and that if they survive the torture he might take them back."
"How is this fucking son of a bitch still alive after what he did to his family and after hurting Bratva!" Oliver growled out.
"We tried. He was always one step ahead of us and the Triad keep him well protected. He has become a ghost. Donna Smoak fled to Russia with her daughter as soon as she got his letter, fearing for their safety, she came to me for help. I proposed an arrangement and they agreed." Anatoly looked at Oliver knowingly.
"What was the arrangement?" Oliver asked through his teeth knowing what the possibilities were.
Anatoly knew that Oliver would not like what the arrangement was but he might as well quickly rip off the band-aid "Her daughter, Felicity Smoak is around 25 years old and they have agreed for her to marry you in exchange for protection; and since you are in need of a wife in order to become Pakhan it is a done deal. "
Oliver actually laughed at that in the most not amusing way. "That wasn't much of a preposition uncle if it was already decided."
"It wasn't already decided, but you are going to say yes because it is the most sufficient option."
Oliver glared at his uncle. "So what happens when she does marry me; does she honestly think that her father is the only thing I have to protect her from. I have skeletons in my closet uncle, blood on my hands! Many people want to see me suffer, they want me dead! Marrying me puts a target on her and her mother's back." Can't they see that this is why he did not want to marry. He never wanted to marry anyone because his enemies would use them against him.
"Regardless of your enemies Oliver, being married to you will still make her the safest women on earth; I know this and you know this!"
"So what happens after her father is eliminated? Does she leave me to go and move on with her life?" Oliver asked bitterly.
"No. She stays. That was the agreement." Anatoly replied while running his fingers through his beard. "Будете ли вы принимать , Оливер" (Will you accept, Oliver).
Oliver sat down across from his uncle. He bowed his head down pressing his hands behind his neck. Why had things become so difficult? This was his life but he knew he had to honor the code in order to become the Pakhan. He thought about the girl, this Felicity Smoak. He thought about the horrors and terrors that she and her mother must have faced and how they must have been so desperate to reach out for this. Being the Pakhan's wife would not be an easy life. They were to always be loyal regardless if their husbands were unfaithful; and deciding to marry him meant that Felicity was tied to him for life. Targets would be painted on her back; but yet she already had a target on her back. Many believed him to be a cold heartless soul; but he would never ever lay a hand on his wife or child and he would kill any man who would. He would do this. He would do this for Bratva and to help this girl. He would marry her and protect her and her mother from that son of a bitch.
Oliver looked up at his uncle face hard and determined "Я принимаю". (I accept)
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