#goncharov fic

[lilolilyr]

caught in your gaze I cannot speak,

caught in your arms I cannot even think

A Katya x Sofia ficlet for the Goncharov (5)1 year anniversary!

1k, rated T-M

Summary: Sofia is supposed to be watching Goncharov, but only has eyes for his wife. Katya accuses Sofia of spying on her, Sofia assures her she has only been watching her out of admiration - and ends up allowing Katya to take her to her room…

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Moodboard

[morluin]

Folie à Deux

The clock tower tolled midnight. Goncharov sat against the windowsill, his shadow stretching into the barely illuminated room. He took a long drag of his cigarette. The wisps of smoke curled in the air above him before they hung motionless, glistening in the moonlight and dissipating into nothingness.

You’ve done it now, Goncharov, he thought to himself. She knows. She has to know. And if she doesn’t, she will eventually. And when she does, it’s over for you.

His eyes drifted to the sleeping form of his wife, Katya. Her chest rose and fell softly. Peacefully. Even while sleeping, she seemed to keep herself so perfect. Her sunkissed blond hair was neatly tucked under a cap, not a strand out of place. Her silken nightgown showed no creases, as if it were freshly pressed. She seemed to glow.

Apparently, that’s what the thought of murder does to a woman.

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[villklovn]

this is so unhinged of me

[susiephone]

hmmm fic prompt as you requested:

Katya and Sofia talk about marriage and gunshot wounds

Here it is!! My first-ever Goncharov fic!

Thanks for requesting!!

[gay-fae]

(slight warning for some mentions of gore/organs but very very minor)

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“Katya, Katya listen to me, dammit! You know what happens to you if you do this.” Goncharov’s eyes were tethered to Katya’s, never breaking focus, not even to look at the pistol in her shaking grip. “This won’t save Sofia. You don’t understand.”

Katya tightened her already white knuckles around her weapon, only a twitch away from guts on the wall and blood on her hands. “You don’t say a word about her. You leave her out of this, you bastard.”

Goncharov leaned back against the desk, the sharp wooden edge of it pressing into his skin. “Put the gun down, Katya. We can talk about this. Sofia doesn’t have to die.”

“Neither does Andrey.”

The air froze, still as a rock, dead as a fool.

Dead as Goncharov if he made the wrong move.

OR

A slight turn of events from the original plot, where Katya's love for Sofia runs everything into the ground, and Sofia's best kept secret is revealed.

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1.1k words

Teen and Up Audiences

No archive warnings apply

Read tags before reading fic if you worry you may be somewhat sensitive :)

Well, I finished my goncharov fic. I hope you guys like it!!

[dreaminghour]

Fandom: Goncharov (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese - beelzeebub, Star Trek: The Next Generation

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Beverly Crusher/Deanna Troi

Characters: Beverly Crusher, Deanna Troi, Katya (Goncharov (1973))

Additional Tags: Crack, Holodecks/Holosuites, Fix-It of Sorts

Every once in a while, Deanna and Beverley recreate a scene from fiction for date-night. Tonight they'll be going to the casino where Katya and Goncharov reunite...

But there's been some miscommunication. Might it all work out in the end, anyway?

Words: 1268

[merthur-mybad]

"What are you doing here, Andrey?"

"What do you mean?" Andrey strode over to Goncharov. "You think I wouldn't be here for my friend?"

"It's just that you were pretty angry the last time we spoke. I thought..." He couldn't get the rest out. He looked up at Andrey who stared at him with his hands in his pockets. "What are you doing here, Andrey?"

"You know I'm not usually one to say stuff like this, but I came here because I didn't like how I left things back then."

"You punched me in the face."

"Yeah well... you punched me in the face." Goncharov cracked a smile, and then the two men laughed like they haven't in years.

"No, but seriously," he stepped closer to Goncharov and put a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry about what I said. I was just scared of losing you."

"You could never lose me, Andrey. You're my oldest friend."

"I know we always seem to fall back into place, but I didn't want to make an irreversible mistake."

"Well I appreciate it pal. But it doesn't change things."

"You ever thought about my offer?"

"Andrey, I'm getting married."

"That doesn't have to change anything."

"Doesn't it?" Goncharov looked at Andrey to find something. Anything. Just an inkling of feeling in his heart. But his expression was imperceptible. Goncharov gave up on what he was originally going to say. "Look, Katya is a fine woman. We're going to have a life together and that can't involve my past catching up with me. Any of it."

"Well I see your mind is made up."

"It is."

"I guess that means we gotta leave it all behind us."

"Yes we- what do you mean we?"

"I'm with you pal. Always have been. And if you're moving on, well, I guess that means so am I."

"Andrey, I know you. You can't give it up."

"Yeah and you can't give up smoking. We all got our vices, but me and you? We stick together through good and bad."

"You are unbelievable." Goncharov failed to suppress a smile.

"And you are getting married. Come on, I want to meet your wife."

[thatforgottenbasilisk]

tma/goncharov crossover

[cephy-the-squid]

Time Stops, The Clock Ticks Anyway

Fandom: Goncharov (1973)

Pairing: Sofia x Katya

Rating: Teen

Summary:

Sofia waits for Katya to arrive. They aren’t supposed to be meeting today. She doesn’t know why she waiting.

Katya arrives anyway.

Or: What Katya and Sofia were doing while Andrey and Goncharov discussed anchovy and wine pairings

[caution-tripping-hazard]

I wrote a goncharov fic!! It’s Katya-centric please please read it it’ll be fun

[goncharovzine]

Cover reveal for the Hands of Time Gonchzine! The best mafia movie (n)ever made has a very real zine releasing on the 25th of February. 

We’ll also have two mini zines, one with art and writing about Katya/Sofia and the other about Andrey/Goncharov. There will also be some additional digital merchandise.

Cover Art by Bird: @runfreebirdrun on Tumblr, runfreebirdrun on Twitter, runfreebirdrun on Instagram

[ghostpheonix5]

Cigarettes and Cold Hands

Sofia goes to Pompeii to reminisce about Katya, now that she's dead.    

Katya Goncharov/Sofia Kuzmin

                                 Additional Tags:                                

So anyone going to talk about the homoerotic tension between Katya & Sofia?

just me?

okay then

Katyza lives

Sorry no mr Goncharov and Andrey in this

Drabble

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43195159

I could not stop thinking of these two after I saw the movie.

Thank you @qctp​ for reminding me about this scene: https://www.tumblr.com/quensty/701539561382264832/qctp-people-be-like-andreygoncharov-are

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   Sofia plodded through the ruined streets of Pompeii. Chilly wind bit the exposed skin on her wrist and nose. Gunpowder stung her nose. Bullet holes riddled the walls of abandoned buildings. 

    A sigh escaped Sofia's lips. She leaned against the half-broken beige wall and lita cigarette. A pocket watch, with bits of glass missing, laid still, hands unmoving. Katya said she'd be here, with her hastily abandoned note at the bar. 

    Sofia was a stranger to hope. Ever since her father lost himself in a blissed heroin coma, she knew life would never pull any punches. The one thing Sofia knew more than the streets of Naples was that life will fuck you over if you give it an inch. 

    Somehow, Katya let Sofia forget that. When their frigid knuckles brushed against each other for the first time at the bar, warmth twirled up her fingertips. Then when Katya sat her lap underneath the steps of the clocktower and stole the cigarette from her lips, Sofia melted. 

    Fear lingered, however. 

    "Can't you give it up?" Sofia asked.

    "You know I can't. I have to see this through." Katya deeply exhaled. Cigarette smoke and warm caressed Sofia's chin.

    Sofia didn't dare look her in the eye. "...The world wants you dead."

    Katya's hand cupped Sofia's cheek. She gently tilted her head up towards hers. For a moment, the only thing Soifa saw was the vast amber brown of her irises. "Do you want me dead?"

    "Never." Sofia breathed.

    Katya's forehead rested against Sofia's, and she smiled. "Then the world doesn't want me dead."

    Warmth bloomed throughout Sofia's face. The two remained closely intertwined, hot breaths intermingled.

    When the clocktower chimed, Sofia broke it off, as if nothing happened. But everything had. Sofia plucked the cigarette from Katya's hands. "...You'll come back."

    Katya smiled, a heavy weariness embedded in her crow's feet. "I'll find you again."

    Somehow, Sofia found herself caught up in the pesky little passion of hope. She saw the two of them retiring in the country. Away from the mafia, away from those with vile tongues, away from what wanted them rotted. For a while, Sofia believed they could make it.

    Now Katya was dead.

    Sofia's fingers clutched the cigarette numbly. 

    Katya had a gun. Sofia wonders if she ever used it. Would it had mattered if she did? 

    Ash stung Sofia's nose, and she coughed. The cigarette dropped on the brick streets. Sofia stamped it out. She lifted her cold gaze to the figure in a navy overcoat. A hat obscured their face, but Sofia knows a Private Investigator when she sees one.

    Sofia leaned against the wall once more. She stuffed her stiff hands into her pockets. "If you want to know what happened here," she said, "you know as much as I do."

    The PI paused as they scrutinized the scene.

    Sofia pulled up her scarf farther up her face. She would not cry now damn it. 

    Sofia Kuzmin did not hope.

    The PI stared at her.

    Sofia lips twitched up to a snarl. "Fuck off." She spun on her heel. One foot swiftly in front of the other carried her down the streets of Pompeii. Frosty tears pricked her eyes. 

    The PI's hand on her shoulder stopped her in her tracks. Sofia's head whipped back at them, daggers prepared on her tongue.

    The PI lifted their hat, and long brown hair fell out.

    Sofia's breath stuttered as she stared with wide eyes. "Kat-"

    Katya pressed a warm finger to her lips.

    Sofia wrapped her cold hands around Katya's, and gently pulled it down. She hiccupped, hot tears dribbling down her cheeks. "But I saw the obituary."

    Katya nodded, adorning a wobbly smile. "I needed to get out first." Her smile no longer held the weariness from before.

    Katya was free.

    Tears flowed freely as choked sobs escaped Sofia's throat. Her head floated. Her knees felt weak. She would've sank to the ground if Katya hadn't supported her with her free hand. 

    Both of Sofia's hands remained clasped around Katya's. 

    They were warm.

    A half-hearted laugh slipped out of her lips. Sofia stood on her tiptoes and brought her forehead to Katya's own. "You found me."

    Katya stared into Sofia's eyes. She gave the smallest of nods. 

    Sofia slowly exhaled. " …Let's skip town."

    "...I'd like that." Katya's voice cracked.

    When Sofia let go of Katya's hands, the warmth lingered. It spread through her body, the chilly wind unable to tear it away from her.

    The two walked down the streets of Pompeii, never to be seen in Italy again.

[big-gay-bird]

Yes I’ve become not normal about a fake movie with fake sapphics but I just really need this right now ok

[talestobetold]

Goncharov fic set in Magic: the Gathering’s mafia-inspired city of New Capenna. lmk what you think!!

[littledoggy-girlcollar]

246 Works in Goncharov (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese - beelzeebub

it exists

I JUST looked it up and it gave me NO results what the fuck

[abelinthelandofnod]

So ends the reign of Katya Goncharova.

*katya-centric fic set post boathouse scene, pre-coup. i know the ambiguity of it was intentional, but i'm DEFINITELY not the only one who always wished Katya had been given the respect of a final scene...