#michael corleone fanfiction

[chicoca]

Did you know that i have your heart in the garden?

(Michael Corleone x Reader fanfic) (AO3)

Sicily brings new things for Michael, including your presence. However, he didn't count on the difficulties of hiding from his father's enemies and falling in love with a forbidden woman.

Michael's and reader's pov

Reader has a name

Canon divergence (I use some parts of the movie and the book, but I manipulate everything)

This fanfic is quite self-insert, and brings a perspective of Michael that I would like to deepen.

Be aware that this Michael is based after the death of Sollozo and McClusky, and before being the Don. Therefore his personality is far from the great Michael Corleone that we know. At least at the beginning.

Playlist

Warnings in each chapter

chapter one

chapter two

[babyrubysoho]

Hi! Did you know that there’s a scrapped scene from The Godfather Part II script that features Al Neri inquiring about Michael’s whereabouts after the assassination attempt? I’m asking bc it reminds me of your fic, Equilibrio, since you also wrote about Michael relocating after the attempt and Al having to deal with that. Here’s a link to the scene if you’d like to check it out:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=iZMgZxnpRJk

As someone who ships Michael and Al, Tom’s final line about knowing how Al feels about Michael really stood out to me! I’m interested in hearing if you have any thoughts on this!

Thank you for the asks! And thank you so much for reading Equilibrio😍

Ohh yes I do remember watching that clip at one point. I think they were leaning heavily into the book (which is where I got a lot of the inspo for the fic) in that scene, where we get Al's thoughts and know exactly how devoted he is to Michael (which we do see on the screen but in a kind of blink-and-you'll-miss it way unless you're specifically looking for it).

I think Tom would have been privy to Don Corleone and Michael's reasons for hiring Al specifically (to find someone who could be as fanatically loyal to Michael as Luca was to his father, minus the psycho🤣). So I'm guessing that's what Tom meant by that comment? Cos he knows how very hard it would be for Al to function not knowing where Michael is❤️

And to answer your other comment here too, I've not read that script or even heard of it! But I bet it's much more book-loyal.

[giowritess]

WORKS IN PROGRESS

fortnight

benny miller x f!reader | on-going mini series | fake dating; fluff; smut

weaker

michael corleone x f!reader || smut

FUTURE

will miller x f!reader || smut; reader is the younger sister of will’s best friend; age gap

rick flag x f!reader || smut; sorta enemies to lovers, flag is her superior and reader is a brat

jake ‘hangman’ seresin x f!reader ‘starboy’ || maybe im gonna continue this one im not sure; smut; reader is jake’s former enemy with benefits and they can’t stand each other

bucky barnes x f!reader || smut, requested

i would LOVE to get any requests for any of these characters:

javier pena

will and benny miller

michael corleone

aaron hotchner

rick flag

bucky barnes

andy barber

[melis-writes]

You're Still My Brother [Godfather Part II AU].

Read on AO3. | Fanfic Masterlist | Fic and Prompt Requests Info.

18+, explicit oneshot.

Death is clipping at Fredo Corleone's heels and there's only one way out of Havana tonight. With chaos ensuing from the rebels and the kiss of death sealing Fredo's fate from Michael, Fredo's heart gives in. Helpless, desperate and terrified of his brother, Michael manipulates his Fredo's good nature into trusting him and leaving Cuba together. Hyman Roth and Johnny Ola are dead, or so Michael has Fredo believe in but Michael has no intention of letting Fredo leave Cuba alive.

[WARNINGS]: Heavy angst / Character death / Strangulation / Fratricide / Hurt with no comfort.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: From one of my favourite, angsty scenes from The Godfather Part II, here comes an AU oneshot I came up with in one sitting tonight with Fredo actually leaving Havana with Michael…💔 I had always wondered what would have happened in Fredo got into that car with Michael, how he would be convinced, what Michael would say and what would come next. 🥺 Playing on emotionally manipulative strings and lies in this AU, I've made Michael seal Fredo's fate differently. This is my first Godfather oneshot/fic that isn't X Reader, romance or smut related!! 🤭💕 I definitely plan to write more as they come amidst updating my multi-chapter fics! Heavy, HEAVY angst in this oneshot with all tags/warnings applying, just a heads up!! 👀🫡

Panic. Mass confusion. Violence answers the questions of the innocent, the confused, and the helpless. Michael’s amongst them, but not one of them.

Aside from the rebels leaving nothing but destruction and the ensuing chaos in their wake around the vicinity, Michael remains to be among the very scattered few who neither fear nor react to the violence surrounding them.

Seemingly coordinated enough on New Year’s Eve, Michael’s more than well aware of the threat the rebels have been posing at all times.

It was enough to see rebels give their own lives in order to take one of the police officers in front of Michael’s eyes to convince him the rebels would take any opportunity to spill blood and fight back even if cornered regardless of the consequences.

Despite the ongoing panic, Michael knows he is in no true danger nor is he a target of the rebels just as he knows the party is over and he has outstayed his welcome as have all the guests at the president’s party.

Michael slipped through the packs of crowds rushing out onto the street and did so without attracting unnecessary attention, but the same couldn’t be said for his brother.

Fredo pushed through anyone and everyone who got in front of him the moment before the onset of the violence began.

Fredo was already running for his life with fear swelling in his heart because of Michael; the truth of his betrayal was never as clever as any lie Fredo could tell Michael or any way Fredo could pretend he didn’t cause an attempted assassination on Michael’s life.

The darkness in Michael’s heart confirmed the death wish he bestowed upon his brother by sealing the kiss of death over Fredo.

Now, no explanation, no apology, and no justification can exist in this world where Michael may exercise mercy or forgiveness over his own brother.

As death itself follows at Fredo’s heels, his only escape is to flee Havana but hiding elsewhere in Cuba will spare his life longer so as long as Fredo doesn’t return to where Michael has eyes and ears in the United States.

With tears stinging his eyes and whimpers of fear escaping his trembling lips, Fredo’s breath quivers as he sprints out of the presidential palace; taking as many twists and turns as he can.

But it’s only a matter of mere moments before the planned attack takes place at the same time; its sole benefit helping Fredo blend in with the rest of the outpouring crowd seconds later.

Michael’s chauffeur never strayed far from the presidential palace; parked just a few meters away from the side of the building with intentions to take Michael and Fredo to the airport to catch their private jet later on this evening.

Standing by the vehicle now, Michael keeps the passenger door open with one hand over its rim as he looks out for any signs of his brother amidst the terrified crowds.

Fredo has no choice but to slow down the steps of the presidential palace when he spots the rioting rebels, seeing no prying eyes over him.

Among dozens of other black and white suits, Fredo is almost impossible to spot—mirroring the same body language as other rushing guests.

The vehicles of the rebels arrived in a circle around the presidential palace, honking incessantly and powering the noise and hollering of its drivers and the other rebels.

Rebels armed with bats and clubs swing at the pillars of the presidential palace and the windows of nearby guest vehicles, only causing further alarm.

Swallowing hard, Fredo stumbles down one of the steps and frantically looks around him to find some route of escape—seeing some guests have already gotten into taxis and nearby vehicles.

 “Argh—” Fredo grunts out in surprise as a couple accidentally bumps into him—ramming their shoulders into his back.

Fredo almost trips down the next set of stairs before him, catching his balance before Michael’s eyes land on his brother just across from him in his line of sight now.

“Fredo!” Michael calls out from afar, shrouded in the darkness where he stands away from streetlights or any direction crowds run toward.

Fredo freezes in his tracks, feeling his muscles instantly tense up from nothing but utter horror at the sight of his brother; pure fear triggering Fredo’s fight or flight response.

Fredo’s fear of his own brother has intensified and tripled in a matter of moments back in the presidential palace to the point where Fredo trembles in Michael’s presence and practically feels nauseous being under his brother’s gaze.

Fredo’s eyes widen as his mouth runs dry, eyeing his brother’s body language for immediate resentment and hostility.

“Come on!” Michael gestures out with his hand towards him; only appearing as a concerned brother insistent on helping his brother and escaping together.

Nothing over Michael’s expression or tone of voice resembles the putrid hatred that promised death to Fredo minutes back at the presidential palace.

Refusing, Fredo begins to slowly turn around but keeps his eyes on his brother as his body screams for Fredo to move away.

“It’s the only way out of here tonight,” Michael hollers back, noticing Fredo beginning to pull away. “Roth is dead!”

Naturally, the fate Michael planned and anticipated for Hyman Roth has failed unbeknownst to him but with Fredo’s betrayal stemming from Hyman Roth and Johnny Ola, it appears to be very convincing and tempting.

Still, the fear Fredo feels towards his own brother is all the more overpowering and there’s not a shred of trust nor hope left in Fredo to believe in Michael’s words.

Michael extends out his hand, seeing his words having no effect on his brother. “FREDO!”

Fredo forces himself to keep moving—staggering through the remaining crowd down the steps but with his head still turned towards Michael as if Fredo expects him to follow or lunge after him.

“Fredo, come with me!” Michael raises his voice above the noise of the crowds; seeing his brother is about to run off entirely. “You’re still my brother!”

Fredo’s just begun to rush off again into the crowd but stops at Michael’s words—the most convincing above all, promising they’re still family.

“Fredo!” Michael takes a step further, beginning to move in Fredo’s direction and away from the vehicle. “FREDO!”

Sensing no harm or ill intention from Michael amongst danger and chaos, Fredo’s good nature does not lie to him but coaxes his heart to trust in Michael and escape out of Havana with his brother.

In Michael now, Fredo wants to see his brother’s emotional vulnerability; despite everything, family ties and bonds never break, despite everything, Michael would want no harm to come to Fredo and certainly not here.

“You’re still my brother!”

Fredo turns back around to Michael and swears to himself he can see a pleading look in Michael’s eyes, past the shadows that keep him almost completely concealed.

Tears spring from Fredo’s eyes as he runs toward his brother, unaware he’s accepting his damned fate but giving his trust, love, and belief in safety to Michael.

Michael steps aside to let Fredo into the passenger seat, moving to the other side of the vehicle to get in for himself.

Fredo scurries inside and slams the car door behind him; a pitiful state of worry and exhaustion over him compared to Michael who still remains composed and calm.

Michael does the same, needing to give no signal or word to his chauffeur who immediately begins to drive off in the opposite direction of the presidential palace.

For a moment as Michael’s preoccupied with looking towards the chauffeur and windshield to see what’s ahead of him, neither he nor Fredo say a word to each other nor make eye contact.

Fredo peeks out the window to see hoards of people pushing into the US Embassy and pleading with the guards by the gate for safety; everyone fending for themselves in desperate hopelessness.

Fredo even spots a private jet beginning to take off as others help their family onto nearby boats and ships eager to get off the dock.

As the vehicle continues to move and navigate around the rebels and crowds with ease, Fredo flinches at the sight of the rebels setting nearby garbage cans on fire and rushing into the presidential palace itself.

With all of this occurring in mere seconds as the violence worsens and fires spread to smashed-in vehicles and broken goods from inside the presidential palace, Michael’s eyes land on his brother inside the car once again.

Fredo catches Michael’s gaze, looking as pale as a ghost with worry crossing his eyes as the vehicle now begins to slow through crowds clamoring at every angle.

Michael’s chauffeur keeps his composure, honking again and again as he continues to drive.

Michael knits his brows, gazing out both windows and somewhat concerned himself not about the damage the rebels continue to do, but what can come from the panicking and desperate mobs of people surrounding the car.

“O-Oh my God,” Fredo shudders as the vehicle finally begins to pick up its speed and separate from the crowds.

In a split second, Michael makes eye contact with the chauffeur through the rearview mirror, signaling a change in the destination; one out of sight with no one to hear anyone’s helpless screams.

Fredo doesn’t notice, nervously sitting next to Michael and looking down to see his fingers trembling uncontrollably in his lap just from Michael’s presence.

“We’re almost out,” Michael finally speaks; his voice calm and soothing enough for Fredo to believe it.

Fredo keeps his eyes on the road, refusing to relax and snap out of his alarmed state until the car drives much further down the road and Fredo’s unable to hear the rebellion behind him.

“The plane—” Fredo stammers, swallowing. “Are we getting out of here?”

“We are,” Michael reaffirms as the chauffeur takes a different turn to drive upon the side of the road where Fredo’s door faces the ocean. “Fredo—” Michael looks at his brother, “it’s fine. It’s over now.”

Fredo gives a glum nod, attempting to relax in his seat. “I don’t know what to say, Mikey. I…”

Fredo’s voice trails off as the car comes to a slow halt by the ocean; the chauffeur avoids looking towards the rearview mirror or making eye contact with either Michael or Fredo.

“I d-don’t…” Fredo’s voice cracks as he attempts to speak again, looking helplessly at his brother.

Michael faces Fredo whose almost too emotional to even realize the car has stopped on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.

“Mikey,” Fredo breathes out—his throat tightening as hot tears stream down his cheeks. “I didn’t—I wasn’t—”

“Fredo,” Michael turns his body towards his brother, watching Fredo weep softly and break down in front of him.

“You have to u-understand, Mikey,” Fredo pleads—emotion straining in his voice, “I w-was caught in the middle. I didn’t agree—I didn’t want any of this. I didn’t know it would end up like this—I didn’t know it was gonna be a hit or anything.”

As Michael stares into his brother’s eyes, his grow colder and Fredo’s words ring out to him with no meaning, no justification nor anything worth believing for the man in front of Michael is no longer his brother but a betrayer, a traitor and a stranger bearing the same last name.

Michael gives a small nod to Fredo as if he’s understanding of it all and figured as much for himself, but the chauffeur hits a small button over his door which immediately causes all of the doors to lock.

“Michael—” Fredo croaks, flinching from fear and looking towards his passenger door in alarm.

“Fredo, look at me. Look at me.” Michael detracts Fredo’s attention from reaching out to attempt to open his passenger door—facing his brother directly again. “Listen to me.”

“I d-don’t want anything to happen to you, Mikey,” Fredo blubbers, sobbing.

“Look at me,” Michael cups his brother’s face with both hands, feeling Fredo’s warm tears against his palm. “I know. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Never, ever,” Fredo gives his head a little shake, clutching onto the fabric of Michael’s trousers with a shaky hand. “Y-you’re my brother, my brother—”

“I know,” Michael repeats again, eerily calm compared to Fredo’s distraught state on the verge of a complete mental breakdown.

“I c-could never live it down,” Fredo hiccups, his knuckles turning white from how hard he grips Michael’s trousers.

“And you don’t have to,” Michael replies, wiping a stray tear away from Fredo’s cheek.

“I’m s-scared, Mikey, when you look at me like that—”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Fredo,” Michael lies, “you know that. Wouldn’t I leave you to your fate there if that’s what I wanted?”

“Y-yeah, I guess—” Fredo smiles weakly at Michael, comforted by his brother’s lies. “I love you, Mikey. I j-just want you to know that.”

Shallow, empty words with no meaning that register nothing to Michael. He chooses to ignore them, unshaken by what’s to come next.

“I know,” Michael kisses Fredo’s forehead, slowly moving his hands down to Fredo’s neck.

Fredo’s eyes snap open in terror as Michael wraps his hands around his throat firmly just moments after. “Mikey—"

“Goodbye, Fredo,” Michael immediately begins to exhort force over Fredo’s throat—crushing his esophagus.

Fredo wheezes and whimpers, but can get barely anything other than a whine out. He attempts to thrash out at Michael with his hands but Michael tilts his body back while pinning Fredo onto the car seat to avoid his grip.

Kicking at Michael in the twisted position his body is in doesn’t help nor does kicking at the chauffeur’s car seat who gazes out the window to watch the waves of the sea; completely ignoring the murder ongoing in the back seat.

Fredo’s lungs burn, begging for air as Michael squeezes and applies as much pressure and might as he can with his hands to Fredo’s throat—watching Fredo’s helpless movements slowly coming to a stop.

Wide-eyed and terrified as the life and strength choke out of him, Fredo stares at Michael who remains to be much more physically strong and fit than his brother.

The cold, lifeless expression on Michael’s face doesn’t change throughout as the color drains out of Fredo’s face as Michael continues to strangle him; his grip far too overbearing and tight to squirm out of.

Just a few moments in of helplessly trying to pry Michael’s fingers off his throat, Fredo feels his life slipping away and falls unconscious seconds after.

Michael doesn’t stop there. To ensure his brother’s death once and for all in front of his own eyes, he clutches Fredo’s head in his hands and with one sharp swerve of his hands and arms, snaps his brother's neck.

A sickening crack can be heard out before Michael lets go of Fredo’s lifeless body plopping back down onto the car seat.

Michael breathes in deeply, staring at the corpse of his brother next to him with no reaction; only the relief he’s felt and continues to feel upon having his enemies assassinated.

Not a shred of remorse, guilt, or regret clouds Michael’s judgment or chokes his thoughts.

Michael reaches towards Fredo’s passenger door as the chauffeur unlocks it without looking back; nothing goes through Michael’s mind as he pushes open the door to kick his brother’s corpse out.

Fredo’s body tumbles out of the vehicle and off the ledge leading straight into the ocean on this side of the road.

From the sound of loud traffic afar and waves crashing upon the shore, Michael doesn’t hear Fredo’s body drop into the water nor does he bother to watch it sink.

Instead, Michael sits back in the vehicle and shuts the door as his chauffeur begins driving again, pretending as if nothing happened.

In the chauffeur’s best interest, nothing did happen and he only picked up Michael from the presidential palace. The chauffeur never saw Fredo or even heard that name; the chauffeur isn’t even aware Mr. Corleone had a brother.

“To the airport, Mr. Corleone?” The chauffeur spoke for the first time since Michael got into the vehicle.

“Yes,” Michael confirms, “I have a private flight to catch to Lake Tahoe.”

[siriusist]

Want to read my continuing Michael Corleone at college fan fiction? I think you do.

[nothingenoughao3]

Fic of the Week, Week 3

Eating With Napkins (6263 words) by street-howitzer Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Godfather (1972 1974 1990), The Godfather - Mario Puzo Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sonny Corleone & Tom Hagen, Michael Corleone & Tom Hagen Characters: Sonny Corleone, Tom Hagen, Michael Corleone (The Godfather) Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Homelessness, Implied/Referenced Child Death, POV Multiple, Caretaking, Bathing/Washing, Children, The twenties, Mild Language Summary: An exploration of how Tom came to live with the Corleones. Straddles between the movie!verse and the book!verse; tags only cover the most important characters.

[yezzyyae]

Yesss!!!

all fanfiction is funnier and sexier and vastly better-written when you read it at three in the morning, in the dark, lying on your side, tucked into bed, with screen rotate turned off. that’s just how it works. that’s just facts.

[fireflakesss]

uhhh

would y'all be chill if this was an OC acc

i wanna post eli x moon brainrot but autisticorleones has already went off the track

anyway uhh

for tgf people who follow me ,, I have no motivation to make tgf stuff after drawing michael either eating cake, crying, having a mental breakdown, beaten up, reminiscing, hugging vito, stimming, or some random ass combination of those things on every piece of slightly blank paper i find

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[cryingsaltbaby]

Hi! Besides Kay, do you ship Michael Corleone with anyone else? Personally, I also ship him with Al Neri ^^.

Hi! I really only ship Michael with Kay, but I have read Godfather fanfiction that wasn’t Michael/Kay because there’s not that many fanfictions within the fandom. Most of the fanfictions I’ve seen are Sonny/Tom and I’m not really interested in reading about them lol.

Michael/Al Neri is an interesting ship to me, I’m reading a fanfic on ao3 where they’re the main ship. And I remember reading another one where they were the main ship but it was written in Mandarin. I think if I rewatch Part 2, I could end up actually shipping them, because I love a boss/employee relationship. :)

[81buttons]

Masterlist

Welcome honey pops!

hey I created this blog cause I'd had this idea in my head for a long time for a long time now

The purpose of this blog? try to write as much fanfictions or stories as possible so we can be delulu together ;)

WarNinG: I would probably write most of my stories in english (for the moment) but it's not my first language so be nice people.

Sooo don't hesitate to send me requests, the door is wide open (of course, each request or question must be asked with politeness) see you soon I hope

byyye

a little masterlist to organise the story ideas I have in mind

Dead Poets Society

Neil

Todd

Charlie

Gilmore Girls

Dean

Jess

Logan

Marvel

Peter Parker (andrew!peter parker or tom!peter parker)

Tony Stark

...

Harry Potter

GOLDEN TIO ERA

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Professor R.Lupin

MARAUDERS ERA

James Potter

Remus Lupin (my baby)

‘Our divine idylle’ (fanfic)

Sirius Black

Regulus Black

Suits

Harvey

Mike

...

Titanic

Jack

Rose

Thomas Andrews

The Godfather

Michael Corleone

Sonny Corleone

Tom Hagen

Vito Corleone (young!)

...

Pearl Harbor

Danny Walker (haaaa my baby number 2)

‘Once upon a December.’ Coming soon!

Rafe Maccawley

(love him)

Hunger Games

katniss era

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

‘A Light in the Darkness’

tbosas

Coriolanus Snow (baby numbeeer 3!)

Sejanus Plinth

Dr House

James Wilson

‘Like a date ?’ Part 1 / Part 2 (Part 3 hold on)

LA CASA DE PAPEL

Berlin

El profesor

I shouldn’t have met you

Formula 1

Franco Colapinto OS: 🇦🇷

'Flirting on the Edge'

'Driven Apart'

‘Caught in the Spotlight’

Requests closed for the moment

[msfbgraves]

What do you think of The Godfather Part 3? I honestly hate most of it, it just feels like poorly written fanfiction lol. I can't decide what's the worst bit: Mary, Mary and Vincent's incestuous relationship (WHY!!), Michael and Kay, Michael being totally OOC (smiling, being jovial), Michael's truly horrible haircut (might be the single worst offender for me OMG)...just a bad film in my opinion. I like to pretend it doesn't exist.

I personally really like Sherlock series 1 and 2, and ignore the existence of the rest of it, pretty much. That works fine. But if you don't mind me feeling differently while understanding where you're coming from, Nonnie - I really like the Godfather Coda, the Death of Michael Corleone. Part III, the first cut, nah, I think we can put that aside. And yes, the difference in Michael is too jarring for the most part. I've watched Pacino in different things, and he seems to prefer playing more extrovert men, and seems to have decided playing Michael that way was what felt best to him. And I could see it - there are some hints of that Michael very early in film 1 with Kay - but they'd need to do a better job bridging that gap visually. I can forgive it, because I do see this film as Don Corleone desperately trying to go back to being a man, Michael Andolini if you will, the man he would have been had he not picked up the mantle of Don, the man he can't ever be. Vito saw the tragedy in his son picking up that mantle, he almost apologised: "There wasn't enough time, Michael." Michael now sees Vincent being hungry for it while he cannot escape how his own choices are eating at him. When he wants his son to join him, he is rebuffed. When he forbids his daughter to join him through Vincent,he is rebuffed. I think the figure of Mary shows very clearly how he has lost all the loves of his life to this crime, in the dancing scenes: Apollonia, Kay, yes, Kay, people, and now the one who yet loves him as a man first - Mary. Connie, too, has been entirely corrupted.

The third Godfather gives us a whole film about this stage of alienation and power slipping from us, while framing the rise of Vincent not as a triumph but as a horror. Vito's rising was mostly triumphant, as he honoured his relationships. Michael's rising was terrible on everyone he loved... and Vincent's rising through Michael's eyes is sleazy. A rotten thing that Michael can't escape.

But most gangster films give that a couple of scenes at most, indeed a coda... but Coppola was like: if you insist on milking this, I refuse to go easy on you. I will not do it, I will give you the wreckage I spent two films building up.

Artistically brave, but a genre break, and a sad thing too that these men can't figure out a way to include a young woman in this action other than through love. Cousins marrying was not totally unheard of in the Sicilian old world, though, I don't think. Small island, few newcomers. These things die out hard. Just another way to show how this old world clashes with the life Michael chases and can never reach - through his own choices! It's a true tragedy! Could he have done differently? Yes, but also no, he is Michael. Who bears the emotional fallout of this, and this I love - the women! The ones who are supposedly so cutoff from all this! Connie gets abused, widowed, and has to submit to her own brother in an effort to save the other and herself. Again, she's lost two siblings and a husband to this violence! Kay lives in terror and still loses a daughter. Mary - poorly acted Mary, I'm sorry, even recut the others outshine her too much - killed by a bullet meant for Michael, and Michael, forced to live with his failure exiled in the Sicily he tried all his life to leave behind... it's tonally a break and not at all what a lot of fans of the first two would have come to the cinema for. But what do I think?

I think despite its flaws it's brave and necessary.

I mean I love that Michael ends this film alone, ashamed and cursedly alive.

[paulgadzikowski]

[Image description: Preview panel for the comic strip at the link below. Michael Corleone of The Godfather and the Doctor, dandy incarnation, stand talking. The Doctor is saying, “A relationship where one party has been permanently, reflexively conditioned by the other - purposely or not - to be afraid to tell the other party 'no' is a toxic relationship.” Unfortunately there are not image descriptions at the main Hero Of Three Faces site. End description.] 

The Hero of Three Faces is fanfiction crossovers, but it’s comic strips with stick figures, but they’re triangles. Preview panel only. Click here for full cartoon. Or see the on-site navigation tutorial. Or see this blog’s FAQ, or my archive tumblog’s FAQ. Cartoons may contain unmarked spoilers. Cartoons linked from Tumblr 10:00 (Central US time) daily are the previous day’s new update and the posts are pinned to the top of this blog. Cartoons linked from Tumblr 22:00 daily are from the archive and the posts are pinned only during annual summer hiatus of new updates.

Thanks for reading.

[nomorekerkanymor]

Moth to Flame [Michael Corleone x Reader Series, 18+ Smut] Chapter 3 - Loose Ends.

Read on AO3 / Read Chapter 2 [AO3] / Tumblr / Chapter Masterlist / Fic Playlist.

18+, explicit smut read.

Michael's distant behaviour from Kay has lead to nothing but loose ends--her yearning and confused feelings towards him finally leads to a confrontation; the two of you blissfully unaware you're in love with the same man. Michael ends things for good with Kay on a bad note for the sake of his marriage to you as he makes his priorities and feelings clear. Watching Kay, your best friend running in tears within the Corleone manor on your engagement ceremony hits you hard as you realize just what's going on. Why wouldn't your best friend tell you about her relationship with Michael Corleone? Nonetheless, Michael finds his way to you, reassuring you and easing your nerves as he declares you his one and only. Ending the friendship with Kay in betrayal, it doesn't sit well with you but your mind is already set--you want Michael Corleone, and every inch of your body craves him. There's no turning back now.

1949. Your name is Victoria Ferrari, and you’re the only daughter of one of the most powerful mafia families in New York—the Ferrari’s. When the Ferrari family began to gain heavy influence and power, it struck a power imbalance with the Corleone’s. To bind the families together as one in an offering of peace, friendship and business, you are to be married to their youngest son, Michael Corleone. As you ensnare yourself in the life of a mob wife by Michael’s side, what you don’t know is his old ties with Kay Adams, your best friend from Dartmouth, and that he returned from Sicily a widower. A ruthless mob boss to be, you unravel Michael’s dark past and the brutality that has changed his personality. You find yourself adapting to your new life, betrayed by those you love most, and in high profile to Ferrari and Corleone family enemies. Falling deeply in love with Michael, you enter a life and marriage filled with secrets and darkness. Bearing his children, supporting his crime empire and following him into the shadows, you’re unable to deny your passion and desire to the new Don. When it comes to Michael Corleone, you are but a moth to a flame.

“Mikey…” Sonny gives a drawn out, annoyed sigh before he shuts the doors to the office with both hands, turning around and exchanging a half-concerned look with Tom; the two brothers standing before Michael who sits relaxed, putting out his cigarette. “You gotta tie up these loose ends."

“The constant letters, the sporadic phone calls.” Tom’s lips fall to a frown as he adds in. “You know before, Kay came by to the house all the time to ask for you, Mikey. I get you couldn’t do a damn thing in Sicily, but you’ve been blowing it off ever since. Now she refuses to stop calling or writing, even though she hasn't been able to reach you since.”

What's left of Michael and Kay's relationship now is hazy, as Michael mostly ignored Kay when he returned, still coping from the betrayal of his bodyguard and Apollonia’s death at the time.

Michael preferred to stay in the shadows and close by with the family for a year when he returned from Sicily, and only then did he reach out to Kay who still comes to assume they’re in a relationship of some kind neither can figure out.

“You're half assing it.” Sonny plops down on the seat across from Michael. “You two had history, ehh--I get it, but now the pretty thing ain't gonna leave you alone, huh? Figures. Fate of the nice college boy. He's about to be engaged to someone else and the other woman in his life don't even know it yet."

Michael knows deep down had he never left for Sicily none of this would happened, but the Ferrari family’s growing influence and power is and was inevitable, with or without Sollozzo around. 

You would have crossed his path one way or another, and then Michael knows he would come to make the same decision; he would want and choose you in a heartbeat.

Sooner or later, he would have to make the same decision he made yesterday—marry and bind the two families in peace or choose Kay and sever himself from the Corleone lifestyle once and for all with perhaps some unsavory results against his own desires and wishes now.

Since Michael’s marriage to Apollonia and life spent in Italy for a year, the answer is apparent to both Michael’s heart and mind.

Kay is and was always different—a beautiful young woman from New Hampshire who loves to teach, but an American at that, and a Westerner with no ties to Sicily or understanding of the family tradition and lifestyle that hit Michael fast and hard when he almost lost his father. 

Still, it's not so much that Michael is searching for his second Apollonia or craves to replace her to someone as similar to her as possible, but that Michael's searching for a way out of his past and memories as well as the women in it. He wants to start anew and refuse to let his love life become a burden on him by anyone, Kay included.

With everything that had happened since 1946, Michael feels no love in his heart left for Kay but only warm familiarity threatening to fade out. Kay can be nothing but a long-time girlfriend as Michael knows he’s in this lifestyle for good—his needs and wants have changed.

'Everything has changed.'

Victoria Ferrari is different. He’s attracted to you, intrigued by you and interested in you and all that you are, have been, and will be.

You’re full Sicilian, having been raised and grown up in Italy. You understand what’s at stake when it comes to the seven crime families, and while aware, you remain respectfully distant with your own goals in your hands.

You have more in common with Michael Corleone than you think, and now more than ever Kay is completely out of the question now with you as Michael’s official bride to be.

“Tom,” Michael begins with a monotone expression over his face, “had you handled Kay's persistent communication the way I requested you to, this wouldn't be an issue. I never intended on returning Kay's calls or letters. You weren't supposed to either.”

“I know, I know.” Tom holds his hands up in surrender, “but to my defense I've never seen someone so committed to reach you. Kay was by the gate almost every single day. She was real worried about you, Mike. She had the right to be, you know. You owed her at least a 'I'm alive'. And now she has the right to be upset with you too.”

Sonny yawns, slouching on the couch. “Can't ignore her on your doorstep now, Mike. You know how it is."

“How are you going to tell her you’re engaged to another woman, Mikey?” Tom crosses his arms.

“I don't owe Kay any explanation as to what I do in my life or a justification either.” Michael remains completely unphased. “I'll speak with her and I'll tell her we won't be seeing each other anymore.”

Sonny slips out a cigarette from his pack. “You gonna call her or see her when ya do that?"

“I don’t think it’s appropriate if I just ‘see her’ anymore.” Michael straightens his back up in his seat, glancing at Tom. “A phone call should suffice.”

“Be gentle, eh?” Sonny adds, lighting up his cigarette. “I know that’s a little hard for you these days.”

“Just don’t break her heart too much, alright?” Tom stresses, “you were the one that vanished with a word, remember that. You can't blame me for pitying the girl even just a little, Mike."

'That may be completely impossible at this point', Michael thinks to himself before rising to his feet. “I want to get Victoria’s gifts ready before I do anything. Is Connie here?”

“She’s downstairs.” Tom moves off from leaning against the wall. “She has everything you picked out with her and father.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Michael brushes Tom off with a gesturing wave, exiting the office and heading downstairs to the living room where soft chatter comes from Connie, Vito, and Carmela all gathered together.

“Michael.” Vito gives a warm smile to his son, rising to his feet as Michael enters the room.

“Father.” Michael nods, looking at the large case of jewelry encased in a velvet box in the middle of the coffee table—Connie and Carmela sitting side by side, admiring the gold necklace, earrings and bracelet set. “Is everything ready?”

“Just like you chose.” Connie gives a sad smile towards the jewelry, her mind wandering off to how careless and reckless her husband Carlo has gotten lately, and how she won’t have to wait for him to do such a thing because it’s completely out of the question for a man like him.

“They’re very beautiful, Michael.” Carmela says with a fond look at the glistening gold jewelry. “Victoria's absolutely going to love them.”

“Michael.” Vito cuts in, gesturing for him to exit with him for a private talk.

The two step out into the hallway as Vito grabs his son by the shoulders gently—a melancholy look forming in his eyes as he gives out a little sigh. “Michael, I’m glad you made the right choice.”

“I wanted to make this choice, father.” Michael corrects, speaking in a quiet tone.

“I know, it’s just that it reminded me of Sicily.” He pauses for a moment, “of Apollonia.”

Michael knits his brows in discontent at the mention of her name. “I know that.”

“I want to know where my son stands on marriage after what you went through back there.” Vito assures him, “you lost so much in such a short amount of time. Your wife, everything. Now, you can sit here and act tough about it, but I’ve always seen through you—through all of my children.”

“It’s no different to me, father. The past is in the past.” Michael continues, “it has no hold or effect over me.”

“You know how serious it would be if it impacted Miss Ferrari, you know that? She doesn’t know you’re a widower.”

“And she doesn’t have to know.” Michael asserts back. “Not at all.”

“Be honest and transparent with the woman of your life, Michael.” Vito pats Michael’s cheek gently, shaking his head. “It’ll be all up to you after you wed her. She doesn’t deserve to be caught up in the strings of the past, if there are any. How do you feel about her?”

'I want her. I know this much.'

Michael takes a moment to form his words, “she’s what I want. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on her and from when she first spoke to me.”

“Then that’s all I need to know.” Vito gives Michael his signature, fatherly smile as he pats his son’s back, leading him back into the living room. 

~

With his hand clutching the telephone, Michael stares down at Kay’s new number and address scribbled down on a loose sheet of paper.

Contemplating it for the final time, he asks the operator to connect him to her line at her family’s home in New Hampshire.

In a mere few seconds, Michael's connected to the line and someone picks up.

A feminine voice answers, belonging to Kay Adams. “Hello?”

“Kay.” Michael speaks out, resting his elbow down on his office desk and running a free hand through his hair. “It’s me.”

“Michael.” Relief passes through Kay’s voice as excitement takes over. “Oh, Michael. Is it really you? You’ve finally called me after ignoring me for six weeks?”

“Kay, you know I was doing no such thing.” Michael rubs at his forehead, forcing himself not to roll his eyes. “I told you…I had some things to take care of. I was very busy.”

“You’re always 'busy'. You always make the same excuse to me.” Kay sniffles over the line. “I’m surprised you’re not 'busy' now. What are you doing, anyway? Why did you call me?”

“I need to talk to you, Kay. We have some things to go over—”

“Not over the phone! Not a chance in hell! I’m not going to sit here and be your boredom phone call. If you want to talk to me, do it in person!” Her voice tightens before breaking into tears. “I-I’m going to hang up.”

“Don’t. Kay, don't hang up.” Michael raises his voice sternly. “Listen, you can come by my father's house. You can come see me but you have to promise me we’ll talk, alright? Do you understand?”

“Yes, Michael. O-okay,” Kay swallows hard, holding back her sobs. “I’m still in New York. I can come by today--”

“Come by now. I’ll tell Tom I sent for you.” Michael sets the phone down without another word, sighing deeply.

Although he most certainly doesn't feel like it, Michael has nobody but himself to blame for the rift that's occurred between him and Kay, everything unspoken between the two, and the lack of closure Kay's aching heart desperately demands.

Kay’s behaviour is that of what Michael ultimately made her become, being fed one lie after another.

Michael was going to marry Kay and she would have his children within a year. Michael would stick to his original plan and future with Kay, finish university and do anything but lay a finger on the family business. Instead, Michael choose to leave all of that behind, including her.

The thought of his unfaithfulness in Italy came to mind once Michael began to court Apollonia alongside her parents—his mind roamed over to Kay and wondered how she was and if she was worrying for him, but Michael let Kay go in New York like he did everything else, along with his old life.

~

Michael slips a fresh cigarette between his lips, relaxing his shoulders against the leather padding of his seat as he lets out a soft breath, watching the flames flicker about from his lighter as he begins to inhale the smoke.

The office room is silent and private, providing him with the momentary peace and comfort before tonight’s festivities occur.

Michael's mind is buzzing with mixed feelings and thoughts about his past with Kay, with how she’s changed as a result of his decisions or lack thereof and his new engagement to you about to occur.

In a way, Michael accepts he’s made peace with his past and who he once was, even if Kay continues to drag it on to this day and cling onto old memories.

Kay seems to be the last loose end that he needs to take initiative for and be honest toward. Michael already knows he doesn’t even come to remotely foster the same feelings for Kay as he's beginning to feel for you.

Michael's treatment towards both you and Kay now is simply incomparable, and he knows this well.

Halfway through his cigarette, Michael begins to tap the tip of his fingernails against the arm of his father’s chair, hearing muffled chatter and footsteps growing louder down the hall.

He squeezes his eyes shut momentarily, blowing the smoke out around him.

Michael knows Kay has arrived and must have bumped into Sonny and Tom already.

Michael’s eyes flutter open as he hears a knock on the office door. “Come in.” He lets the last of the cigarette smoke trail off from his lips.

The door opens immediately, revealing Tom standing solemnly behind an emotional Kay—her face red and splotchy from crying as she frantically wipes at the fresh tears pooling from the corners of her eyes.

Her lips quiver as she spots Michael, approaching him with caution but also an emotional longing. “M-Michael.”

“Kay.” Michael speaks out, barely audible as he begins to put out his cigarette.

Tom takes a step out, closing the door behind Kay silently.

Kay approaches Michael slowly, standing a few feet before him and his father’s desk as she tries to control her frantic breathing and tears.

She grabs a crumpled napkin from her jacket’s pocket, dabbing at her eyes as she stares back at Michael—heartache in her eyes.

Kay swallows hard, taking another stride towards Michael.

Michael says nothing, simply returning his signature, intense gaze back to her.

Kay opens her mouth as if to say something before pressing her lips together again.

Michael lets out a little huff from his nose, immediately recognizing her stubbornness through her presence before him.

He rises to his feet, walking around the table and directly approaching her, face to face. “Kay.” He places both hands on her shoulders.

“Oh, Michael.” She croaks, burying her face into his chest as he pulls her in for a tight hug.

Michael rests his chin on her shoulder, holding her for as long as she needs as she begins to sob onto his dress shirt.

“Michael…I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed you.” She raises her head up, still clinging onto him.

“You’re alright.” He murmurs, running a hand through her blonde locks. "Everything's fine, Kay."

“Why now, Michael?” She sniffles, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. “We haven’t seen each other for weeks. You haven’t wanted to see me for weeks. You’re so distant from me, you always have been. You weren’t like this before. I can’t stand that about you anymore, I can’t.”

“I know.” Michael brushes off the comment about his distance. “We’re here to talk. You wanted to do this in person, but it's not going to change how I’m going to explain everything to you.”

“What’s left to explain?” She whines, clutching onto the fabric of his shirt.

“Our relationship.” He pulls her off of him gently, holding her by both arms. “We're not going to keep doing this, Kay.”

“Now you’re telling me.” She whimpers, blinking back tears. “This is what you called me over here for, didn’t you? You don’t want to see me anymore. It’s not fair, Michael--"

“Kay. Kay, listen to me.” Michael tilts up her chin, making her face him. “Nothing is fair. Nothing has been for the past few years, you know this. Don't feign surprise. You know what’s been going on with my family and me. I can’t keep going back into the past with you. I can’t keep pretending as you do, do you understand me?”

“So…?” She hiccups, gazing up at Michael with teary eyes. "What are you trying to say?"

“We're ending this.” His tone falls, deep and serious. “You and I have to end.”

“No!” Kay’s eyes widen in shock as she shoves him off of her, stepping back. “No, no! You’re ridiculous! For what reason? Why would you even suggest such a thing?! I’ve done nothing—”

“It’s not you, Kay.” Michael raises his voice above hers, unfazed by her emotional outburst. “I’m doing this for your protection, for your sake. We can’t be together anymore and you know this.”

“It’s because there’s another, isn’t there?” Kay’s eyes harden as her tears begin to dry. “There’s another woman.”

"Is there 'another woman', Kay, or were you simply avoiding the inevitable?" Michael stares at Kay with disappointment. "Avoiding this talk and the truth."

A forced, disgusted smile forms on Kay’s face as she begins to nod at him, taking a good look at the man he’s become before her. “Oh, I get it now. I get it. There definitely is. There's someone else. You think I'm stupid, Michael? Arranged or not, you’ve accepted it. You want this.”

“And if I did?” Michael raises a brow. “We haven't spoken to each other in weeks or been able to have a proper conversation like this. You've left this now as the only time I can be honest with you about everything. Don't try to make it seem as if I'm trying to villify you or hurt you."

“And you couldn’t have told me without cheating on me?” She hiccups. "I didn't even deserve that much dignity?"

“Cheating on you?” Michael knits his brows, attempting to approach her once more but she refuses, putting up her hands and continuing to step back. "Don't be ridiculous, we're hardly in a relationship. How can I 'cheat' on you?"

“Your eyes have always been elsewhere, Michael. I can’t. I’m disgusted with you.” Kay's breath shakes. 

Michael’s eyes fall to his watch for the time briefly before he takes a deep breath, putting his hands in the pockets of his dress pants and sighing back at Kay.

Michael knows this conversation has officially reached a dead end, now about to be filled with pointless and baseless accusations and insults until Kay tires herself out and leaves.

“Kay---”

“I’m—”

“Kay. You need to leave.”

“W-what?”

“You need to leave. Now.”

“Who is she, Michael?” Her tone grows more and more strained as she begins to move towards him. “Who is the new woman? You're not even gonna tell me that?"

“Kay, I told you to leave.” Michael shoots her a cautionary look, his anger beginning to build up. "I have nothing more to say to you. You didn't come here to listen to me so I'm done talking. Leave."

“Is she Sicilian?” She glowers. “She is, isn’t she? She’s everything you’ve ever wanted. Is she in Sicily? Another woman tied up in this stupid Sicilian thing and you’re all a part of it, right?!”

Michael doesn't answer, simply staring back at Kay with cold eyes.

Barely able to hold herself together from the response of Michael's silence alone, Kay throw open the office door and storms out, almost tripping over her own feet while attempting to muffle out her cries.

The sound of Kay rushing off mixes in with the sounds of the Ferrari family’s car honking, signaling you've arrived.

~

“Così bello, Victoria.” (So beautiful). Your mother cooes as the two of you stand by the spiral staircase in the entrance of the Corleone manor.

Joyous tears fill her chocolate brown eyes as she brushes her fingers against the smooth silk of your satin, black evening gown, hugging every inch of your body and flattering your figure.

Your entire evening gown is designed and tailored to perfection from an Italian designer. The sheath shape evening gown wraps around you perfectly, remaining off the shoulder as it flatters your collarbones, shoulder, and a modest bit of cleavage.

You spent the last two hours surrounded by your mother and her friends, dolling you up for your engagement ceremony at the Corleone’s tonight.

Your hairstyle is a crown braid with your hair worn down, and black, patent stilettos complete your outfit. You’re a sight to behold for this evening’s festivities, hardly containing your enthusiasm as you can’t wait for Michael to see you like this.

“Thank you, mama.” You kiss your mother’s cheek softly. 

“Everything is going to be perfect.” She cheers quietly, wiping away at her tears. “Your father and brothers are already with the Corleone’s. He’s so proud of you. They should be out in a minute. Oh, you’re so beautiful, my Victoria. He won’t be able to take his eyes off of you.”

The Corleone manor is all but quiet as your mother and you await for your father and the Corleone’s.

No doubt they’re exchanging formal greetings and gifts, men to men first. What you know is that tonight is the official ceremony of your engagement.

Rings and lavish gifts of all kind will be exchanged from both sides of the family to honour you, Michael Corleone’s future bride, and Michael as the groom and future son in law to your family.

What you don’t know is that while you were beginning to approach the Corleone manor, Kay had run off to the nearest room she could find, closing herself in and grab a telephone.

She had called you three times already, unable to reach you to tell you the news before she’d call a cab and leave for good.

She was still in the manor somewhere, but now she’s aware someone else outside of the Corleone’s is too.

“Victoria! Mama!” You hear a little whisper, turning your head to spot your little brother Dante skipping over to you from the hallway. “Wow, sis, you look amazing.”

“Thank you.” You bubble, smooching his cheek. “Is father and your brothers still in there?”

“Yes, they’re about to come out now.” He peeks up at your mother as a look of concern crosses over his expression.

“What is it, my boy?” Your mother frowns back at him.

“I didn’t see Michael in there yet.”

~

“Kay. Kay!” Michael hisses, his built up frustration about to burst as he swiftly exits his father’s office, looking and listening for any signs of her whereabouts.

'Where is this damn woman?' Michael’s well aware you and your family have already entered the home, and tradition speaks for itself in that he must head down to greet you any second now.

For each passing minute Michael can’t find or hear Kay, the pressure on him begins to mount.

“Kay!” Michael leans over the stairwell, spotting a flicker of blonde hair passing by.

He finally sees her again breaking into tears, rushing off down the stairwell in a panic after the failed series of phone calls she tried to make to you.

Kay heads straight down to you unknowingly, who remains there alone with your brother.

“Kay!” Michael growls, unable to pull her attention.

He gives up, peering his head downstairs and trying to stay out of sight as Kay now enters your line of vision.

Dante and you look up in surprise at the sound of footsteps hammering down on the staircase opposite of you.

Your jaw opens in bewilderment as you spot your best friend, Kay Adams across from you.

Kay barely clings onto the railing as she stares back at you in absolute devastation and horror. Her eyes flicker to your little brother, dressed in a formal suit before gazing at your evening gown.

“K-Kay…?” You blink, holding onto your brother’s hand.

“Victoria?! What the hell is all of this?!” She exclaims, running down the remaining stairs and approaching you. “You…you…?”

“What are you doing here?” You both ask each other at the same time.

“Who is this lady, sis?” Dante whispers, clutching onto your arm.

Your eyes flicker from your little brother back to Kay, whose face and eyes are various shades of red and pink, inflamed from crying as the tip of her nose is flushed red and still running. “You know the Corleone’s?”

“How do you?” Her eyes fill with pain. “What the hell is going on here?”

Michael witnesses the entire ordeal from upstairs but refusing to say a word. He slowly and quietly begins to head down the first step, listening intently.

“And why are you…?” Kay gestures to your formal evening gown. “Dressed like this? I don’t understand.”

“I’m…” Your voice trails off as your heart sinks into your stomach.

'What the hell is she doing here? At the Corleone’s? None of this makes sense.'

“I’m here for my fiancé…”

“Your fiancée?” The realization hits Kay hard as her face falls.

A million emotions swell up inside of her as her heart begins to pound and ache.

A sensation of pain crawls both inside of her gut and on her skin as she breathes heavily, unable to hold back her racking sobs. “Who? Don’t tell me. Don’t tell me it’s…”

You frown back at her, growing steadily uneasy. 

She holds up her hand, beginning to sob. “Please, Victoria, tell me it’s not him. Tell me someone else’s name.”

Before you can even begin to think of how to answer, Michael steps down from the staircase, accompanying you and your brother’s side as he turns to face a distraught Kay. “Miss Ferrari?”

At a loss for words, your face blushes a crimson red out of humiliation and Michael’s presence next to you.

Michael’s eyes burned intensely back at Kay, filled with anger to showcase how irritated he was growing.

“Michael…this, t-this is her?” Kay’s voice quivers. “She’s your fiancée?”

"Yes," Michael says plainly.

“She’s the other woman...” Kay breathes; her hands beginning to tremble from shock.

“Kay—” You begin, but are immediately cut off.

“You betrayed me!” She cries out, causing Dante to flinch. “Why? Why?!” She wails.

Michael clears his throat loudly, signaling over as Tom and Clemenza begin to hear the commotion, making their way over.

Kay looks up at them, determined to stand her ground before they gently take her arm, mumbling something inaudible in her ears before they try to help her leave.

You feel your nerves are on edge as Michael wraps his arm around your waist and places his free hand on Dante’s shoulder, turning you both back and redirecting you off down into the hallway and towards the living room without another word.

Still unphased by Kay, Michael doesn’t care to see her out, trusting Clemenza and Tom with it.

“Dante.” Michael squats down, patting both of your little brother’s cheeks gently. “Find your mother, will you? Thank you.” He watches as your brother nods, quickly running off before he straightens his posture and faces you.

“Michael…?” You swallow hard, forcing your tears back.

“She was a loose end, Victoria.” His eyes reassure you in a sense, calming you in a way you can’t even explain to yourself. “She always was.”

“I know her.” You bite down on her lip, “I know her…”

Michael hides the look of surprise on his face well, nodding at you. “I understand. We’ll have more time to talk about it, I promise.” You feel the back of his hand caressing your cheek gently, making your knees feel weak at his sensual touch. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“I do.” You breathe back as he moves in closer to you, only a few inches away from your lips..

“Good. Only trust me for now and I'll make sense of it all to you when the time comes." You can feel your heart pounding and aching at that with the whole Kay ordeal just mere minutes ago, but the look in Michael’s eyes tells you this conversation is officially over.

~

“A beautiful gift for a beautiful bride.” Carmela Corleone clasps her hands together in joy, watching as Michael first approaches your father with the encased jewelry.

Giuseppe nods in approval, patting Michael’s arm as he moves over to you, offering you the velvet boxed gift politely.

You say nothing, simply giving him a polite smile as you take the box into your own hands—your fingers running over the smooth velvet before carefully raising it open.

Your eyes widen in a delightful surprise as you see the gold set of jewelry glimmering back at you.

Your expression says pleased if anything as you raise the biggest piece—the necklace up causing Carmela, Connie, and your mother to cheer and giggle about, admiring the piece.

“Thank you.” You say to Michael who remains before you momentarily; a shadow of a smile over his lips as he extends his hands out to you to take the jewelry.

“May I?” He looks over at your father for approval, seeing him nod back.

You rise to your feet shyly as Michael walks behind you, brushing your hair back from your neck—sending shivers up your spine.

Your breath hitches as Michael clasps the necklace on, adorning your chest as you can feel his warm breath against the tip of your ear.

You almost want to beg him to keep touching you, as light as it may be now.

Michael turns you around gently, slipping the gold bracelet over your wrist and fastening it, before handing both of the earrings to you as well.

Gazing back at him, you secure the rosebud shaped earrings onto both of your ears, giving Michael a look of gratitude and sincerity.

Vito, your mother and father rise to their feet, joining the two of you as Michael pulls out a small, black box from inside of his suit pocket.

Popping it open, you gasp quietly to spot the princess cut, diamond ring sparkling back at you. 

"Grazie." You thank him quietly.

Michael carefully takes it out, slipping it over your ring finger and running his fingers over it to keep it snug. "Prego." 

“God bless the two of you and your union to come.” Vito speaks out in a husky tone, rubbing bot of your shoulders tenderly. “Only the best for a Corleone bride to be.”

“Congratulations, both of you.” Your father smiles, “officially engaged now.” He gives Michael a reassuring nod as he moves in further to you, and without touching, he plants a simple kiss upon your forehead that sends your heart racing once more.

“My bride to be…” You hear him murmur, only audible to you.

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Me writing Godfather fanfiction on A03 in the year of our Lord 2023: It ain't much but it's honest work-

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Fic of the Week, Week 4

Un Fremito Arcano (8440 words) by street-howitzer Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: The Godfather (1972 1974 1990) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Michael Corleone/Tom Hagen, Sonny Corleone/Tom Hagen Characters: Michael Corleone (The Godfather), Vito Corleone, Tom Hagen, Sonny Corleone Additional Tags: Character Study, Michael Corleone Sure Does Have Something Wrong With Him, Grief/Mourning, Men Crying, Swearing, Smoking, Alexithymia, Pseudo-Incest, Love Triangles, Unrequited Love, Closeted Character, Slurs, Accidental Voyeurism, Anal, Come Marking Summary: Michael returns from Sicily with unfinished emotional business.

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Meme - tag nine people

tagged by @arborescendres, thanks so much 😊

Three ships: Akane/Kougami (Psycho Pass), mostly because the fanfiction for them was so good. I also read a lot of Arya/Gendry fanfics (ASOIAF) to cope w/ all my sad feelings about the Stark kids. And I just watched the Godfather I/II for a school assignment, so it’s been Sonny Corleone/Tom Hagen sad hours, with a little helping of Michael/Kay.

First ship: Shikamaru/Temari (Naruto). Read through their entire tag on fanfiction.net back in 2015. I liked them because they were both hot, and it was a rare Naruto couple where they both liked each other and the woman was written with some dignity.

Last song: 1 Thing by Amerie.

Last film: Rewatched The Godfather II all the way through for the first time. One of my best/worst movie experiences ever. Whoever said tragedy was supposed to be cathartic was a liar.

Currently reading: Maus, by Art Spiegelmann (for school). I have so many thoughts on it. The last book I opened for myself was A Hundred Thousand Kingdoms (The Inheritance Trilogy) by N.K.Jemisin, who is a wordsmith.

Currently watching: Cowboy Bebop, on my third try - much more experimental and melancholic than I remembered. I’m also finishing Into The Ring, hoping my baby Goo Se Ra has at least one win please.

Currently consuming: not sure how to answer this, but I just had a bowl of spaghetti for breakfast 👍

Currently craving: sugar, money and a nice coat. 

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