Hello, hello! I couldn't resist my curiosity in how you would do : omegaverse, mafia, ghost au!!! ♥ ♡ ❤
I’m not entirely familiar with omegaverse, but I think I’ve got the gist of it? ^^;; I also couldn’t resist making it prohibition era mafia, because I love the Roarin’ Twenties. Hope you like it, love! ♥
It’s a funny thing, death.
After tens of thousands of times—feeling the jolt of a fired pistol, watching the splatter of blood on clothes, walls, and grimy concrete—one would think Viktor was used to it.
Yet, somehow, it’s different when it’s agonizingly slow, when he can feel the warmth seep away with every touch of his fingers. When it’s someone he loves with all his dirty, blood-stained soul.
“Please, my darling.” Viktor remembers falling to his knees, his hands shaking, tangling, in dark strands, his lips pressing into soft skin over and over. Hating the way it grows colder with each passing second, the way something hot and thick sears through his coat, his vest, his heart. “Please, don’t leave me…”
I love you.
Yuuri’s last words. Whispered in Viktor’s ear with the last of his strength before he gave in, allowed death to swoop in and claim him. Steal him away from Viktor, like Hades had done with sweet, sweet Persephone.
Something snapped inside Viktor then. His last shred of humanity, gone with his beloved. Filling instead with the fires of rage and pure, unadulterated hatred.
That night, five speakeasies were gunned down in cold blood.
That night, the Nikiforov family declared war on the Leroy family.
Six months later, Otabek interrupts a family meeting to throw in a young upstart, flailing and hissing like a wildcat.
Viktor doesn’t think much of the boy at first. An orphan skulking about their headquarters, hoping for a fresh new start in a world that has shown him nothing but loneliness and abuse – such stories are a dime a dozen. Not everyone has the fearlessness, the ruthlessness, the natural-born talent for violence and murder.
Until, that is, he hears the boy’s name.
The room falls silent as Viktor rises slowly from his seat. “What is your name again,” he asks, voice low and thick around the lump in his throat.
“Yuri,” the boy spits out, eyes narrowing. “What’s it to you, old man?”
Otabek snatches at a handful of gold hair, unfazed by the boy’s loud curses. “You will show the boss respect—“
“Put him in the suite for now,” Viktor says.
His family startles, heads whipping round, while Otabek’s brow twitches almost imperceptibly.
“But Viktor,” Mila says, “That’s—“
“The suite,” Viktor says with finality.
Nodding, Otabek drags the boy out by the back of his collar, screams of leggo, y’asshole, y’dumb fuck trailing behind them.
“He’s an Alpha, at least,” Georgi says after a long pause.
“Just presented, though,” Mila counters, nose wrinkling. “Judging by his uncontrollable release of pheromones all over the room.”
“Might be hard to tame, then,” Christophe drawls.
“He shares a name with my beloved,” Viktor says, sinking down into his seat, propping his chin on gloved hands. Hiding the tremor in his arms under the guise of unwavering composure. “Who am I to argue with fate?”
Mila hesitates, then, “Yuuri was an Omega.”
Viktor closes his eyes. Breathes.
His men had thought him mad for selecting an Omega for a consigliere, but Yuuri was his serenity, his moral compass, his sanity. He challenged every irrational decision, questioned the need for blood feuds and petty retaliation. Ah, but his prudence didn’t make him any less brutal; Viktor fell hard, after all, from watching Yuuri ram a pistol into the mouth of a gibbering traitor and promptly, without pause, blow the man’s brains all over Viktor’s expensive Persian rug.
God, how he misses his mate.
“He will go through the necessary initiations,” Viktor says, leaning back, finger to his lips. His family nods, understanding that the topic is no longer up for debate. “Now, where are we with the Leroy family?”
When Viktor enters the suite, he’s struck by the absence of the familiar scent he had grown to cherish. For the past six months, he has been avoiding the room, too afraid of the memories: of dark eyes, bright and warm, of unrestrained laughter that makes his heart buoyant, of a beautiful, wiry body he mapped lovingly with his mouth, night after night.
The boy—Yuri—is propped up in the corner of the king-sized bed, staring into a picture frame in his hands. He looks up when Viktor closes the door.
“Who’s this,” Yuri asks, holding up the frame.
Viktor’s chest constricts so hard he can barely breathe.
It’s Yuuri, his fedora tilted at a rakish angle, the corner of his eyes crinkled in a warm smile. There’s a pretty flush on his cheeks too, glowing even in monochrome shades. Viktor remembers the suit and Yuuri’s embarrassed delight; how good his beloved looked, dressed in blue and silver – an anniversary gift to commemorate their love.
“My mate and right-hand man,” Viktor murmurs. “He…” Something pricks up in the back of his throat, but he bites the word out, clenching his jaw. “… died. Shielded me from a Leroy family hit-man.”
“Huh,” Yuri says. He glares at the photograph, eyebrows furrowing. “Weird.”
Viktor pauses. That’s not a reaction he expected. “What, exactly, do you find weird?”
“I’m pretty sure I saw him in the bathroom just a minute ago. Scared the living shit outta me—“
Viktor doesn’t hear the rest of Yuri’s words. His feet have already carried him to the bathroom, his heart surging with joy, with hope—
He stumbles in, bracing himself at the porcelain sink with one hand, a shock of cold blazing through the leather.
Empty, he realizes.
The bathroom is empty.
Empty as his life, his existence. As the human-shaped hole left inside of him.
Viktor slumps to the floor tiles, trying to even himself. Steady the world lurching around him. Stupid, stupid, stupid. What did he expect? To see Yuuri standing by the tub, warm and loving and alive? To see him smile again, radiant in the golden rectangle of light spilling from the open window?
“—rror.”
Weakly, Viktor raises his head.
Yuri is there. Staring past him, eyes wide.
“I said,” he says quietly, “Look at the mirror.”
Viktor does.
And then his heart swells and swells, so big and unbearable that he fears his chest may burst wide open.
In the wet mist on the silver pane, written with a slight curve to the vowels that Viktor has seen on letters, lists, and silly little notes filled with hearts and words of tender affection:
aaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I'm so mad at myself!!! I accidentally closed the tab when i was filling out the form, and when it loaded up again it was sold out! TT-TTTTTTTTTTT Is it possible for the limited bundle to restock in the future?
Oh no!!
We don’t have any plans for any restock of charms right now since we’re getting those printed and ordered with a tight schedule, but we are ordering extras as backup for shipping damage, so we’ll post any news about that towards the very end of the process when everyone starts receiving their packages!
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hope you get better!
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Bless all you beautiful people for your good wishes. My health isn’t all that great, even now, and I’m afraid my cough is still pretty bad. But! In good news, I’m no longer getting any fevers. And I’m on a whole bunch of meds that should hopefully ensure that I’ll be a-okay relatively soon. ‘Relative’ being the keyword. Which would be why I’m still not as active as I used to be, outside of shitposting or reblog-conversations. I can do those on my phone app. *rolls eyes*
I’m getting better though. Certainly well enough to start showing up on my laptop again! So hello replies that get sent properly via xkit formatting. And hello to being able to write again. *cheers*
1) Always post the rules.
2) Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you.
3) Write 11 questions of your own.
4) Tag 11 people.
Tagged by @suzurei ♥♥♥
First fandom you ever knew?
Gundam Wing. Also my first foray into fanfiction and BL. ;)
First fandom you truly delved into?
Hmmmm, I’m not sure. With Gundam Wing, I read tons of fanfic and looked up fanart, but didn’t really interact or squeal with other fans. (Not online, anyway. Most of my real life friends at the time were anime fans. xD) I think the first fanfic I ever wrote was for Slayers, but I don’t think I really participated in fandom, either. I later got into Livejournal roleplay, which kinda was a fandom on its own? xD But I’d say the first real fandom I was actually truly involved in was for Arashi, a J-pop boyband lol. I used to be a translator on a translation team for the group, where I’d translate announcements, magazines, and TV shows. I also wrote up concert reports, because I was conveniently living and working in Japan at the time. Lots of interactions with other fans for that! Some of whom I’m still in contact with and treasure as friends, even though I’m no longer a big fan of the group. :3
How did you come to know it?
This glorious thing called the internet!
First fanfiction experience and how did it happen?
It was a Gundam Wing fic, Trowa/Quatre, on FF.net. How did it happen? I kinda just stumbled across it while in search of Trowa/Quatre fan stuff. xD
What is inspirational to you? A person, a song,etc….
A classmate whom I really admired and looked up to as a role model. She passed away from a terrible car accident, but every time I feel lost, I would always think: what would she do if she were in my place? She also had the most mesmerizing green eyes.
Any teenage regrets in fandom?
Only every fanfic I’ve written in high school lol. Characterizations and story plots aside, “show, don’t tell” wasn’t something I learned till recently. Honestly, I’m still working on that. xD;
What us your longest procrastination experience?
When I was in undergrad, I once let the laundry pile up till I had no clean underwear left. That was maybe... 2-3 weeks? \o/
What is one dream you’ll never forget?
I owned a pet T-rex in the backyard. We played fetch with a giant bone.
Favourite song/s?
Anything by Utada Hikaru or Nakashima Mika.
An experience you’ll carry for the rest of your life?
The way my husband’s hands shook when he read his vows, the way he couldn’t quite meet my eyes, the way he said “Hey!” when I cracked a joke at his expense.
Why did you choose your username?
I like fireflies and I like the idea of dreaming about them, soft and ethereal~
11 questions for @possibleplatypus @tbiris @best-boy-lance @enter21 @celdria @lady-eden @gwen-chan @mmeishi @loveprez @sammybunny711 @onepetal
1) What is the craziest thing you’ve done for the love of something/someone?
2) If you could travel in time, where in the past/future would you go and why?
3) What’s one piece of advice you’d like to give your younger self if you could?
4) What is the dumbest way you’ve ever been injured?
5) Which fictional character would you most like to meet in person?
6) Which is more important, characters or plot?
7) What is your favorite type of AU?
8) You can only eat one food for the rest of your life. What is it?
9) What pets do you have? If you don’t have one right now, what kind of pet would you get?
10) What fandom do you frequently find yourself circling back to?
11) What is the most annoying question people ask you?
This uh, this is pretty late. The tab was just sitting there on my comp, as I procrastinated my life away. So for colour thing, Green, definitely. You would, uh also be, black and white, if it weren't for vox getting there first . -.-
Aaaand my response is late as well! Sorry, suzurei. But!
Green: I think you’re cute
Ah! Really?? *wide eyes* I think you’re cute too! You’re really sweet, as I keep telling you. You do realize you’d get tagged as the ‘sweet nonnie’ or ‘adorable nonnie’ if you were anon, right, friend?
Black: I would date youWhite: MARRY ME
*sCREECHES* How do I know such nice people. You’re amazing. Wow. *flushes* Well, if I were into the dating thing, I’d definitely grab a coffee with you? No innuendos intended, I assure you. *smirks*
>>vox getting there first.
Pfft. Lookie here, @voxofthevoid, you apparently penciled yourself into my dance card ahead of the others. Isn’t that fascinating.
In response to this post. (Again, it’s still open, if anyone’s interested in sending me more asks. *grins wryly*)
@adelmortescryche ^^^^^^^ Lurks back into the background
suzurei replied to your photo
Pops up from my lurking cubby house. UM EXCUSE U Burrows back
You are so sweet, oh my gosh. *grins happily* Feel free to talk to me whenever! As I keep telling the folks on ao3 who stop by my fics, I don’t bite. And if it weren’t obvious by this point, I always try to reply/respond.
