#i love mama corleone with every fiber of my being

[waltzchristophh]

the wedding ♡

sonny corleone x reader blurb

kinda got carried away with this one lol. i am unapologetically in love with sonny corleone. disregard the strange format haha i don't get it either ;o woc friendly as always :) enjoy

"oh god, i want you on my lips..."

background

connie had been your inseparable companion since childhood. the two of you were only 15 when you left for (your state). you never anticipated your family's sudden move, and weren't given the chance to a proper goodbye.

years later, you returned to new york, scraping up enough money for a modest apartment in the bronx.

by pure coincidence, you stumbled into mrs. corleone at a sicilian bakery in manhattan. more than delighted to see you again, she invited you to connie's upcoming wedding as a surprise.

the journey to vito corleone's long island mansion was strenuous; you didn't own a car, and biked most of the distance

the guards promptly opened the gates for you after getting the 'okay' from mama corleone

as you struggled to lug your beaten yellow bike up the crowded gravel driveway in heels you felt a presence at your side, "you need a hand honey?"

his voice was coarse yet smoother than honey

his eyes studied your side profile as you kept your gaze to the gravel, not daring to face him

"that who i think it is?" he asked, the edges of his mouth curling into a sly grin

you knew connie's eldest brother, sonny, as nothing more than a hot-headed nuisance that teased you mercilessly as a teen - which made your feelings for him all the more confusing

finally, you rolled back your shoulders and looked up to face him, trying hard not to smile back at the grinning bastard

"there she is!" he laughed, pinching your soft cheek

you swatted his hand away, turning your head in an attempt to mask your embarrassment. "stop that, sonny!"

eventually, he carried your bike into the front entrance, insulting your beloved vehicle the entire way.

"you still cruisin' around on this piece of shit?"

"hey, it has sentimental value!"

he insisted that he would buy you one brand new, but you declined

the ceremony went smoothly, and connie was overjoyed to see you again

you sat with a glass of wine rested in the palm of your hand, perpetually exhausted from the non-stop drinking and dancing of the wedding reception

a drunken fredo took it upon himself to join you at your empty table, getting uncomfortably up-close and personal with you

"hey, how ya been y-y/n?" he burped

it wasnt long before sonny came to your aid

"aye- freddy, get a move on, will ya?"

fredo stared blankly at his brother, completely dumbfounded

"what are ya waiting for, a kiss on the cheek? get lost," sonny ordered

fredo scurried away to michael's table without another word

you masked your chuckle with a slender hand, "thanks, sonny."

"anytime, toots. what'd'ya say we head inside, huh? i got somethin to show ya."

you shrugged why not and allowed him to lead you into the mansion by hand

you pinched the edges of your satin dress with your free hand, lifting it to keep from tripping

"slow down, sonny!"

"better learn to keep up, y/n."

the two of you arrived in what you remembered to be his old bedroom. you were never allowed into it, of course, but it appeared to be untouched since the last time you saw it

"alright now, close those big eyes'a yours"

you hesitantly closed your eyes one by one, smiling like an idiot

"hold out your hand."

"if you pull something sonny, i swear to god."

when you opened your eyes, you found a gold-plated gemstone bracelet resting comfortably in your hand. it was a sacred family heirloom and the only tangible piece of your mother you had left

"no fuckin' way. sonny!"

he had his hands fixed in his pockets, smiling humbly

"i found it after you left, and i knew what it meant to you so uh, i kept it for a little bit; in case you came back."

in that moment you wanted to hug him with every fiber of your being; to kiss him on his soft pink lips; to lay with him on that very bed, and never let go

"i can't believe it. you don't know how much this means to me."

the sonny that stood before you was a version of him not many had the pleasure of knowing. he was kind, gentle, considerate

tom hagen entered the room, alerting sonny that the family photos were ready to be taken

you slipped the bracelet onto your wrist and coyly exited the room, returning to the reception

you watched as the corleone's prepared for the family portrait, waving shyly at sonny with a soft smile

"c'mere," he beckoned, as the cameraman readied his device

connie encouraged you to join him, waving you over

(forgot to mention! sonny's wife and kids don't exist in this au)

sonny snaked a strong arm around your satin covered waist, and reeled you into his chest

afterwards, the cameraman insisted to take a picture with the two of you alone

you planted a kiss on sonny's deep dimple as the camera flashed

you smiled into his light stubble and felt yourself melt beneath him

you danced with him for the remainder of the night, and just as you were about to leave he offered to drive you home, but not without taking you out to eat first

the two of you spent the evening sharing milkshakes and laughing loudly at a nearby diner

sonny played your favorite song on the jukebox and it was a miracle to you that he even remembered it

he dropped you home with a slow, tender kiss

"pick you up tomorrow?"