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Summary: Borys has something to tell her. [wc 1k] [ao3]
Warnings: mafia au, fluff
A/N: written for my belvoed @0ccvltism because i'd promised her this au so fucking long ago. So take this as my comeback to writing on tumblr ig?
Borys had rehearsed the speech a hundred times. In the shower. On empty drives home. During sleepless nights while she lay peacefully beside him, completely unaware that the man warming her feet under the blankets had ordered deaths before breakfast.
None of the rehearsals survived the moment he actually stood in their living room.
She was curled up on the sofa in one of his sweaters, reading a book. The television hummed quietly in the background, forgotten. She looked up the moment he walked in.
“You’ve got that face.”
“My face?”
“The one that says you’ve either broken something expensive…” She smiled. “…or you’re about to tell me something I won’t like.”
Borys laughed once. It sounded hollow. “I need to tell you the truth.”
The smile disappeared. She quietly closed her book. “You’ve got me worried.”
He remained standing. That was mistake number one. He looked like a defendant awaiting sentencing. “I’ve lied to you.”
“…About what?”
“My business. My work.”
“You mean the import company?”
“It exists.”
“…Okay.”
“It just isn’t what I do.”
Silence stretched between them.
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
He swallowed. “I’ve told you I’m an investor.”
“You have.”
“I’m not.”
She waited.
“I’m…” The words caught in his throat. Ridiculous. He was a fucking mafia lord for fucks sane. He’d stared down armed men without blinking. He’d ordered hits on families. He’d worn the blood of his enemies with absolute pride. Yet the thought of disappointing the woman he loved terrified him.
Finally—
“I’m the head of the Volchek organization.”
She blinked. “…Organization?”
He nodded once. “The mafia.”
Silence. Long. Painfully long.
She stared at him as if she’d misheard. “…The what?”
“The Russian mafia.”
Another silence. Then— She laughed. A genuine laugh. “Oh, that’s not funny.”
“I wasn’t making a joke.”
Her laughter faded immediately at the expression on his face. “…You’re serious.”
“I am.”
She searched his face. Every inch of it. Waiting for the smile. Waiting for the punchline. It never came.
“…You’re actually serious.”
“Yes.”
“You kill people?”
The question hit harder than any bullet. His jaw tightened. “I’ve ordered deaths.”
She looked away. Her breathing became uneven. “So…” She rubbed her temples. “The late-night meetings.”
He nodded. “The security.”
“Yes.”
“The men outside the house.”
“Mine.”
“The guns.”
“…Mine.”
“The money.”
“…Mine.”
“The vacations?”
He almost smiled. “Those were real.”
She glared. “This isn’t the time, Borys.”
“No.”
“No, it isn’t.”
The room fell quiet again. Borys didn’t move. He’d made peace with what came next.
She’d ask for a divorce. She’d scream. She’d leave. She should.
Instead… “…How long?”
“My entire adult life.”
“You knew when we met.”
“Yes.”
“And you still married me.”
“…Yes.”
Her eyes watered. “You let me build a life with you without telling me.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
His voice cracked. “Because for the first time in my life…” He looked at her. “…I wanted someone to love me before they knew what I was.”
The words shattered something inside her. She’d never heard him sound so… Small.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know sorry doesn’t fix this.”
“I know you probably hate me.”
“I know—”
“Stop.”
He fell silent. She stood slowly. Walked toward him. Each step made his stomach tighten. When she finally reached him, she looked up into his eyes.
“So…” She said quietly. “My husband is a mafia boss.”
“…Yes.”
“I married a criminal.”
“…Yes.”
“The man I thought negotiated shipping contracts negotiates…” She gestured vaguely.
“…Murders.”
“…Sometimes.”
She sighed. “God.”
He nodded. “I know.”
She paced away. Ran both hands through her hair. Turned back. “I’m angry.”
“You have every right.”
“I’m terrified.”
“I know.”
“I want to scream at you.”
“I deserve it.”
“And I don’t know whether to slap you or kiss you.”
He blinked. “…What?”
She walked back over. Stopped inches from him. “You lied to me.”
“I did.”
“I’m furious.”
“I know.”
“But…” Her hand reached up. She touched his cheek. “…You’re still my husband.”
His breath caught. “You don’t understand.”
“No.” She smiled sadly. “I probably don’t. But I do understand one thing.” She cupped his face. “The man who brings me coffee every morning. The man who rubs my shoulders when I work too late. The man who cries at dog movies.”
“I don’t cry.”
“You absolutely do.”
“…Occasionally.”
She laughed through tears. “My point is…” She rested her forehead against his. “That man is real.”
“It is.”
“And I love him.”
His eyes closed. “You shouldn’t.”
“Maybe.”
“You deserve someone better.”
“I wanted you.”
“You deserve normal.”
“I never wanted normal.” She kissed his forehead. “I wanted you.”
His composure finally cracked. His shoulders trembled. “I thought…” His voice broke. “…I thought this would be the moment I lost you.”
She wrapped her arms around him. “You almost did.”
He held her carefully, like she might disappear. “I won’t lie to you again.”
“You’d better not.”
“I’ll tell you everything.”
She pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “Everything?”
“…Everything.”
“Even the ugly parts?”
“Especially those.”
She nodded once. “Okay.”
He frowned. “…Okay?”
“I’m staying.”
His eyes widened. “What?”
“I’m staying.”
“You’ve barely processed this.”
“I know.”
“You should think.”
“I will.”
“You may decide to leave.”
“I might.”
He looked crushed.
“But…” She took both of his hands.“I’m not making that decision tonight. Tonight..” She squeezed his fingers.“…my husband finally trusted me enough to tell me the truth.”
A tear escaped his eye. “I love you.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
“I’ll spend the rest of my life making this right.”
She smiled faintly. “You probably will.”
He laughed weakly.
“And one more thing.”
“What?”
“If anyone from your organization calls while we’re eating dinner…” She raised an eyebrow. “…they can wait.”
Despite everything, Borys laughed. A real laugh this time. “Yes, ma’am.”
She leaned up and kissed him. Long. Slow. Forgiving without forgetting.
When they finally separated, she poked him in the chest. “Tomorrow…”
“Yes?”
“You’re explaining how on earth I accidentally married one of the most dangerous men in the country.”
He smiled for the first time all evening. “I’ll make coffee.”
“You’d better make pancakes too.”
“I can do that.”
“And Borys?”
“Yes?”
“No more secrets.”
He kissed the back of her hand. “No more secrets."
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Summary: Borys has something to tell her. [wc 1k] [ao3]
Warnings: mafia au, fluff
A/N: written for my belvoed @0ccvltism because i'd promised her this au so fucking long ago. So take this as my comeback to writing on tumblr ig?
Borys had rehearsed the speech a hundred times. In the shower. On empty drives home. During sleepless nights while she lay peacefully beside him, completely unaware that the man warming her feet under the blankets had ordered deaths before breakfast.
None of the rehearsals survived the moment he actually stood in their living room.
She was curled up on the sofa in one of his sweaters, reading a book. The television hummed quietly in the background, forgotten. She looked up the moment he walked in.
“You’ve got that face.”
“My face?”
“The one that says you’ve either broken something expensive…” She smiled. “…or you’re about to tell me something I won’t like.”
Borys laughed once. It sounded hollow. “I need to tell you the truth.”
The smile disappeared. She quietly closed her book. “You’ve got me worried.”
He remained standing. That was mistake number one. He looked like a defendant awaiting sentencing. “I’ve lied to you.”
“…About what?”
“My business. My work.”
“You mean the import company?”
“It exists.”
“…Okay.”
“It just isn’t what I do.”
Silence stretched between them.
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
He swallowed. “I’ve told you I’m an investor.”
“You have.”
“I’m not.”
She waited.
“I’m…” The words caught in his throat. Ridiculous. He was a fucking mafia lord for fucks sane. He’d stared down armed men without blinking. He’d ordered hits on families. He’d worn the blood of his enemies with absolute pride. Yet the thought of disappointing the woman he loved terrified him.
Finally—
“I’m the head of the Volchek organization.”
She blinked. “…Organization?”
He nodded once. “The mafia.”
Silence. Long. Painfully long.
She stared at him as if she’d misheard. “…The what?”
“The Russian mafia.”
Another silence. Then— She laughed. A genuine laugh. “Oh, that’s not funny.”
“I wasn’t making a joke.”
Her laughter faded immediately at the expression on his face. “…You’re serious.”
“I am.”
She searched his face. Every inch of it. Waiting for the smile. Waiting for the punchline. It never came.
“…You’re actually serious.”
“Yes.”
“You kill people?”
The question hit harder than any bullet. His jaw tightened. “I’ve ordered deaths.”
She looked away. Her breathing became uneven. “So…” She rubbed her temples. “The late-night meetings.”
He nodded. “The security.”
“Yes.”
“The men outside the house.”
“Mine.”
“The guns.”
“…Mine.”
“The money.”
“…Mine.”
“The vacations?”
He almost smiled. “Those were real.”
She glared. “This isn’t the time, Borys.”
“No.”
“No, it isn’t.”
The room fell quiet again. Borys didn’t move. He’d made peace with what came next.
She’d ask for a divorce. She’d scream. She’d leave. She should.
Instead… “…How long?”
“My entire adult life.”
“You knew when we met.”
“Yes.”
“And you still married me.”
“…Yes.”
Her eyes watered. “You let me build a life with you without telling me.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
His voice cracked. “Because for the first time in my life…” He looked at her. “…I wanted someone to love me before they knew what I was.”
The words shattered something inside her. She’d never heard him sound so… Small.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know sorry doesn’t fix this.”
“I know you probably hate me.”
“I know—”
“Stop.”
He fell silent. She stood slowly. Walked toward him. Each step made his stomach tighten. When she finally reached him, she looked up into his eyes.
“So…” She said quietly. “My husband is a mafia boss.”
“…Yes.”
“I married a criminal.”
“…Yes.”
“The man I thought negotiated shipping contracts negotiates…” She gestured vaguely.
“…Murders.”
“…Sometimes.”
She sighed. “God.”
He nodded. “I know.”
She paced away. Ran both hands through her hair. Turned back. “I’m angry.”
“You have every right.”
“I’m terrified.”
“I know.”
“I want to scream at you.”
“I deserve it.”
“And I don’t know whether to slap you or kiss you.”
He blinked. “…What?”
She walked back over. Stopped inches from him. “You lied to me.”
“I did.”
“I’m furious.”
“I know.”
“But…” Her hand reached up. She touched his cheek. “…You’re still my husband.”
His breath caught. “You don’t understand.”
“No.” She smiled sadly. “I probably don’t. But I do understand one thing.” She cupped his face. “The man who brings me coffee every morning. The man who rubs my shoulders when I work too late. The man who cries at dog movies.”
“I don’t cry.”
“You absolutely do.”
“…Occasionally.”
She laughed through tears. “My point is…” She rested her forehead against his. “That man is real.”
“It is.”
“And I love him.”
His eyes closed. “You shouldn’t.”
“Maybe.”
“You deserve someone better.”
“I wanted you.”
“You deserve normal.”
“I never wanted normal.” She kissed his forehead. “I wanted you.”
His composure finally cracked. His shoulders trembled. “I thought…” His voice broke. “…I thought this would be the moment I lost you.”
She wrapped her arms around him. “You almost did.”
He held her carefully, like she might disappear. “I won’t lie to you again.”
“You’d better not.”
“I’ll tell you everything.”
She pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “Everything?”
“…Everything.”
“Even the ugly parts?”
“Especially those.”
She nodded once. “Okay.”
He frowned. “…Okay?”
“I’m staying.”
His eyes widened. “What?”
“I’m staying.”
“You’ve barely processed this.”
“I know.”
“You should think.”
“I will.”
“You may decide to leave.”
“I might.”
He looked crushed.
“But…” She took both of his hands.“I’m not making that decision tonight. Tonight..” She squeezed his fingers.“…my husband finally trusted me enough to tell me the truth.”
A tear escaped his eye. “I love you.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
“I’ll spend the rest of my life making this right.”
She smiled faintly. “You probably will.”
He laughed weakly.
“And one more thing.”
“What?”
“If anyone from your organization calls while we’re eating dinner…” She raised an eyebrow. “…they can wait.”
Despite everything, Borys laughed. A real laugh this time. “Yes, ma’am.”
She leaned up and kissed him. Long. Slow. Forgiving without forgetting.
When they finally separated, she poked him in the chest. “Tomorrow…”
“Yes?”
“You’re explaining how on earth I accidentally married one of the most dangerous men in the country.”
He smiled for the first time all evening. “I’ll make coffee.”
“You’d better make pancakes too.”
“I can do that.”
“And Borys?”
“Yes?”
“No more secrets.”
He kissed the back of her hand. “No more secrets."
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