"Playdates!" Young Vito Corleone x Reader
Summary: You Frequently visit Vito in his apartment, and have playdates with his four rowdy children.
Sometimes Vito will sit on a chair in the kitchen, facing your direction; he’s silent, favoring to say nothing as he listens to the lively chatter around him. There’s a soft smile etched onto his face as he watches you play with the little ones. You’re sprawled out on the floor of his apartment, surrounded by his children: Sonny, Fredo, Michael, and Connie.
Sonny being the oldest and rowdiest will run laps around you. He’ll chase his younger siblings mercilessly until one of them cries; his favorite victim is Fredo. If Sonny is feeling extra bold, he’ll commit to his favorite, a game that consists of pulling your hair while your attention is elsewhere and running away when you turn around.
It never really bothers you, most of the time you’ll just smile and wag your finger at him playfully but Vito doesn’t take it too well. He’ll pull Sonny to the side and chastise him sternly.
And then there’s Fredo. Fredo while l being meeker than Sonny, he isn’t exempt from having the occasional bout of mischief. Fredo will walk around the apartment floor stomping his little feet against the carpet, hoping to cause as much of a stir for the tenants below to hear.
Michael is more bashful than his older brothers, you almost never expect trouble from him. Michael will opt to stay beside you, he’ll sit on the floor next to you and play with his sister Connie, who babbles to herself and laughs when Michael pulls faces at her.
During these playdates, Vito will uproot himself from the chair and join you and the children on the floor. He’ll sit across from you and tell the children to gather around in a circle. They all immediately flock toward their father, intrigued and excited to listen to what he has to say.
On some nights he’ll tell them a story, regaling his life as a boy in Corleone, other nights he’ll sing to them only to be interrupted by Connie who joins in with her babbling.
On hectic nights Vito will become inflicted by his son’s playfulness, opting to join their little boy's club. He’ll chase them around the house, or he’ll carry them, he’ll tickle them until they can no longer laugh.
Sometimes the tables will turn and children chase him around, cornering their father and climbing on top of him. As they overpower him you hear Vito laugh and say.
“Help me y/n my children are turning on me!” Then he’ll then scoop them up in his arms. “I’m getting too old!” He exclaims as he carries them toward you and Connie who are still on the floor. He places them down gently.
But after a certain amount of hours, it begins to get late and you have to remind Vito of the children’s bedtime.
“Vito.” You say softly. “You’re getting them riled up, they won’t be able to sleep.”
You look at his children. Connie was already too fussy and the boys were bouncing between the both of you, their energy in the room was not depleting any time soon. You looked up at Vito, you raised your eyebrows, hinting further at the time.
Vito didn’t respond, though his eyes were transfixed on you, his mind was elsewhere. His gaze was set on you, staring at you longingly. You could see a slew of emotions in his eyes.
“Vito?” You drag him out of his reverie.
“Yes.”
“It’s nearly bedtime wouldn’t you say?” You look down at the kids.
This time he registers your words. “I suppose it nearly is,” He says before he leans in, enveloping your space, he places his hand on your cheek; his hand tingling against your face, and his lips graze yours before both of your lips meet and he kisses you. You kiss him back.
Around you can hear the children all scream in disgust.
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